High School Hack and Slash

assmates, glared at each other.

「Whether it was how much struggles she had to build『Adept Workers』 or how much burden she shouldered as the President in order for the club to hold out….
I knew it all.」

「Ringo-chan….」

The conditions for establishing a new club were by no means difficult.

You only needed to secure ten or more expected club members and submit a written application to the academy.

However, as a rule, you were not allowed to have more than one club.

For puny clubs whose number of members was only around the bare minimum, the decrease in club members due to withdrawals or headhunting could sprout the danger of disbandment.

There were almost no free students who did not belong to any club, which offered various favorable privileges in academy life.

This time of year, when the club related protection period for the first-year student had been lifted, the clubs were active in recruiting and promoting, but once most of the student bodies had solidified, they would return to their rivalry.

In exchange for how easy the conditions to establish a club were, acquiring one of the limited club rooms was also a competition.

Even clubs that somehow or other were established by mostly first-year students, one-third of them would be disbanded and absorbed in less than six months.

In addition to events such as inter-club tournament, various negotiations and deals were necessary for the puny clubs to brush aside interference from the outside.

「That’s why we’re going to have Mikan-chan to step down as the club President, and this time it’s our turn to protect her.」

「Auu.」

Tightly hugged from behind by Rinko, Mikan softly moaned.

The reason why her eyes were brimming with tears was because she had been showered by the feeling of gratitude by all club members the night they decided to disband 』Adept Workers』.

「… If Mikan-chan is okay with it, then I have nothing to say.」

「… Yes.
Thank you, Otoha-chan.」

Swiftly turning away her face, Otoha sat down again on her chair.

「The preface has taken a while, but let’s head to the main point.
So, do tell me what you’re going to do from here on.」

「Hmm, we’re going to establish a new club with Touma-kun – who not only has had sex with us altogether, but also has turned all of us into his women – as the president, and have him take care of us, I suppose.」

「Huh?」

As she turned around upon hearing those words, she saw Touma with his elbows on the desk and his hands folded as if to cover his mouth.

His expressionless look, as if looking down on others, had neither changed nor moved even an inch ever since he entered the meeting room.

It was just that a bead of sweat was running down his forehead.

」Based on the current club regulations, you see.
Gathering members with non-combat class only is not quite preferable.」

「So we’re the members in charge of the martial faction.」

「Any sort of hostiles shall not be overlooked.
By Touma-san.」

「If he’s on par with Ichigo-chan’s ex-that, well, I guess we won’t lose in the competition against the run of the mills clubs.」

Basically, there were no restrictions on joining or leaving the club, but only the President of the club, the top, couldn’t be replaced.

No matter how big the club became, if the club President graduated, none would be allowed to take it over and the club would be disbanded.

It was the academy’s policy not to allow any undesired factions or forces to form.

Therefore, no matter how great of a club it was, it would last only for five years at most.

If you were to turn into a senior student, you would end up deviating from the framework known as the club, so ultimately most of them would be replaced in three or four years.

「Err, so you see? When we built the Adept Workers, it was the end of the academic year, so there happened to be some vacancies in club building, but at this time of year, new clubs being built in droves, so we’ll be homeless until the tournament battle, right?」

「To put it bluntly, we’re wondering if perhaps we can use this as our temporary club room, so please.」

「… You guys.」

Uncrossing her arms and pressing her temples, Otoha’s mouth twitched.