Understanding something was one thing; accepting it was another. Even if Japan itself had plenty of HENTAI activities, this wasn't a pool or a sumo ring. Who would be willing to accept that their boyfriend was someone who stripped and ran around at the drop of a hat?
If the school hadn't endorsed it, those boys would have died socially for sure... But if they wanted others to accept it, the school's endorsement alone wasn't enough. At the very least, they had to make the sport of pursuing
"Showa Traditions" genuinely accepted by the public. Yet even Yoko herself felt like covering her face.
However, as a proper
"Yamato nadeshiko," she really couldn't say much. After all, so many people had taken part in it. But the girls weren't stupid either. If they dated those nude-running boys, wouldn't people say, "Classmate XX, your boyfriend has such a great body. No wonder he was at school..." The key point was: at school!
If it had been at a pool, the beach, or even a sumo arena, they would have had nothing to say. But that was school!
Before
"Showa Traditions" became a tradition, the girls had already fallen into despair. No, rather, even if
"Showa Traditions" became a traditional Toyogasaki event, they might not necessarily think much of them. Don't listen to those Showa men and Heisei Otaku bragging about it as if it were something amazing.
In fact, it was much like the Celestial Empire's obsession with generational identity. People born in the seventies usually looked down on those born in the eighties; those born in the eighties looked down on the nineties; and those born in the nineties felt nothing toward the 2000s generation. Yet every generation in the Celestial Empire had shouldered great responsibilities and made the country