Things People Fawn Over Aren't Necessarily Classics...

As soon as it opened, the first thing Sogo Doma and the others saw was a grand martial arts battle—flashing lights layered over one another, special effects flying everywhere, every blow landing... well, every bamboo sword striking flesh. If this had been an action game, that opening CG alone would have had players' blood pumping with excitement. But it was a romance GALGAME... Still, after getting over their initial bewilderment, Sogo Doma and Utaha Kasumigaoka did not think much of it. Eriri, however, could not take it anymore. "What the hell is this?" Yet this was only the beginning. After the martial arts CG ended, the handsome male protagonist, driven by the plot, was already down on one knee, panting as he supported himself with one hand on his bamboo sword. On the other side of the screen stood the person he had fought—whether it was the protagonist's master or something else was unclear. In any case, a little old man chuckled. "My poor dear grandson. A child your age should be enjoying his youth and falling in love, but you... Dear grandson, you really do not need to push yourself so hard. After all, this age has no need for samurai, nor does it have any need for kendo!" Looking at the arena on-screen, devastated by the two men's fight, then recalling the special-effects-filled duel from moments ago, Sogo Doma and the others could only twitch at the corners of their eyes. How could kendo that produced those kinds of effects possibly not be needed? And what was that about enjoying youth and dating? This lousy game was just forcing the plot toward its main theme, was it not? "Grandpa, what nonsense are you spouting now..." It was not just Sogo Doma and the others—even the protagonist in the