In the World of Crawling Dead The Record of War of a Certain High School

“Hmm… For now, I guess about this much will have to do for the party.”

Tooru pointed to 20 canned foods, one 2-liter PET bottle of juice, and one 2-liter PET bottle of water.

“Hm hm… See here.”

Hazuki, who was in charge of the food, hummed.

“...What is there aside from this?”

“Unfortunately, anything more than this is impossible. It’s fine if it's leftovers, but it’ll be dangerous if we're short of supplies.”

“Hmmm. Then, this!”

Hazuki pulled out a boy of crackers.

“Please!”

“...”

Tooru silently returned two cans of food to the card box.

“Hm hm hm hm. So it’ll come to that…”

“I can’t accept anything besides this.”

“Mmmmh…”

Hazuki ground her teeth and looked up at the ceiling.

“Fine! I, Hazuki Asagiri! Will make this party amazing with only this amount of food!”

It looked like there was a fire burning in her eyes to Tooru.

“Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-Santa♪ The red of his clothes are spurts of blood♪ It’s that child’s turn♪ This child will… bang! See, see, it’ll become even redder♪”

“...What is that song.”

“A song I made! What do you think? Brother.”

“Well, even if you ask me how it is… about what?”

“How many points?”

“80 points?”

“Whaaat. Why 80 points?”

“The lyrics.”

“I thought it was pretty good though.”

“What does Ryou think?”

“I think it’s good? Especially with the ‘bang!’.”

“Is that so…”

Rei and Yui were making Christmas decorations.

He cut paper and connected them like a chain.

And then Ryou hung up the finished product.

Since the conference room was pretty spacious, there wasn’t enough colored paper to cover it.

Therefore, they cut and dyed the materials that would have been used to conferences.

It looked bad at first glance, but it was an inevitable decision.

Hazuki, the organizer of the party, also reluctantly gave them a go-ahead sigh.

Ryou sighed as he listened to Yui’s singing again, thinking that it would take more time before they finished.

“Don’t screw around!!”

“Isn’t it fine? It suits you, you know? …Hehe.”

“Huh!? Bastard, you’re laughing at me huh!!”

“There, there, don’t fight, don’t fight.”

“Hazuki… You, you’re doing this even though you’re a first-year…!”

“That’s bad, Senior. The woman is the leader in the kitchen. Senior has to follow the rules properly too.”

“Even though you say that… You, why do I have to wear a frilly apron, huh!!!”

“We have no choice. There was only this.”

“Change with yours!”

“I don’t want to.”

“You…!”

“There, there, let’s start cooking?”

“Dammit… I’ll pay you back someday.”

Hazuki opened the canned food.

“Since we’ll cook, could Senior put the finished food on the crackers?”

“...Tsk.”

“A-and please don’t snitch any food? If Senior starts eating, everything will be gone.”

“Hey, what do you think about me!!”

“Okaay, let’s wear a mask while talking.”

“...Shit…”

For some reason, Seiji had been called to the place of Sayo, Hazuki, Miu, Yuuki, and Sakura, and it had turned out like this.

He had had a bad feeling when Hazuki had asked him to give a hand, but he had never thought that he would have to wear a pink frilly apron.

“

Moreover, Miu next to him seemed to be on the verge of passing out in agony with her bright red face.

Yuuki was also looking away, but he could see the trembling of her shoulders.

The veins protruding on his forehead were clear as a day.

He was set up.

He was brilliantly set up.

When he had come into the kitchen, he was told to put on this and that, and the string was pulled into a knot.

Even if he was trying to take it off, he couldn’t.

With a complex expression of frustration, embarrassment, and regret, Seiji dedicated himself to putting ingredients on the crackers.