We start out with another elective day, which we’re going to once again spend at gym class.
“Coo!”
(It is rehydration time! Okosan wants to go swimming!)
Tera leveled up! Vitality increased by 5!
At this rate, we’ll be buffer than any bird in no time.
“The sports festival is right around the corner. Please think about what you’ll do!”
“Sports festival season already…?”
Good thing we’ve been working out! Not that, as I said, it really matters.
“If it were in the fall it would conflict with the cultural festival, so it’s always been in May.”
“What are you going to do, Ryouta?”
“I haven’t decided, but… Probably the three-legged race. Somebirdie has to.”
“Cooo!”
(Okosan will handle the marathon! Indeed he will!)
“You do have a lot of stamina, Okosan… what about you, Sakuya?”
“You can’t possibly be expecting me to run in some race, can you?”
“It is a sports festival. Is there an event that doesn’t involve running…?”
“How about being a cheerleader?”
“The general, in other words… Very well. Leave it to me.”
“Umm… I don’t think that’s…”
I’m trying to figure out if the image of a general in a cheerleading outfit or a cheerleader in a general’s outfit is more amusing. It’s really a tough call. Either way, birds don’t (generally) wear clothes, so the point is moot.
“Also, the first-aid team is always shorthanded, so I’m sure they could use help if anybirdie still can’t decide. That’s all for today.”
Ryouta’s doing the three-legged race, Okosan’s running the marathon, and Sakuya’s a cheerleader. Yuuya might be running the first-aid tent… What should I do? I’ll have to think about it.
I never did make up my mind. What should I do?
Well, for us, the choice is pretty clear cut. But it’s worth noting that in addition to the already mentioned 3-legged race, marathon, cheerleaders and first-aid tent, you’re also given the option to skip out on sports entirely and go to the library like some kind of nerd. Regardless, we’re off to the marathon.
“Yup! Someone needs to act as female representative. Good luck, Okosan!”
“Coo, coo!”
(Never worry, never fear! Okosan never brings up the rear!)
Swift as the wind, as usual. I think he came in first, but I can’t see from here. I’d better do my best, too!
I think we may have lost that one. Still, we tried, and that’s what counts! Probably!
The exams are kind of a weird part of this game. You pass or fail based on your Wisdom stat, but whther you pass or fail only impacts on a few little lines of dialogue during those events, and one route. In the case of that route, it’s best to just max out your Wisdom stat by going to math class repeatedly. Like I said, not a complicated stat system.
We’re getting them back today… Aah, I don’t think I did too well.
“Thielle!”
“Yes!”
“Hmm… I don’t think you did too badly…”
“Y-yes…?”
“Not too… mmm… nope, sorry. You did badly.”
“… nooo…”
“Try harder next time, okay?”
I disappointed mister Nanaki… I’ll have to study more from now on.
Yeah, right.
A few weeks later, we find our protagonist rushing through the corridors.
There’s a pile of overturned desks in the middle of the floor. Ryouta is overturned next to them. Rock doves’ underwings and belles are light, so they look pretty different upside-down…
The protagonist is a master of identifying upside-down birds.
“I mean, wait, what’s going on!?”
“O-Okosan and Sakuya are…”
I look up to see the two of them at each other’s throats in the corner. I think we might have a diplomatic incident on our hands.
“… what happened, Ryouta?”
“Sakuya was making fun of Okosan… He called him a stupid mongrel who only thinks about imaginary pudding, and said he was ashamed to be in the same class…”
“That’s terrible! I mean, Okosan is a nutcase and I don’t know what he’s saying half the time, but he really does like pudding!”
Rude. Understandable, but rude.
“Either way, Okosan kind of went for the jugular, and…”
“… you tried to pull them apart, and Okosan used WING ATTACK on you?”
You can’t just call back to a reference.
“Y-yup… you’re our only hope now, Tera…! Hgggckckck.”
Rest in peace, Ryouta. You aren’t dead and we’ll be happily speaking to you later, but your sacrifice will be remembered anyway. Let’s resolve this.
“You tell me to take back my word? I shall not! A mongrel like you hasn’t even the right to speak to me.”
“Coooo!”
(Okosan is not a mongrel!)
The battle still rages, and it looks like Ryouta’s sacrifice was in vain.
You have the option to side with Sakuya, side with Okosan, or to scold them both. The last option is important, because this fight is completely stupid. However, I’m sure you all know which one we have to take.
“Sakuya, that wasn’t very nice! Just because you don’t know what Okosan is talking about doesn’t mean you can start slurring him!”
“You… are you siding with this mongrel rebel? Aren’t you supposed to be a human!?”
I really don’t see what that has to do with it, Sakuya. Maybe you’re just racist.
“Coo, cooo!”
(Okosan is resolved! Okosan will end this now!)
He drops low, and prepares to strike with all his might.
“Cooooo!”
(GIGA… DRILL… BEEEEEAAAAAAK!!!)
In case you hadn’t noticed, the author of Hatoful Boyfriend is a huge nerd.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!”
Okosan crashes into Sakuya with a spinning bodyslam. Sakuya goes flying out into the hallway, bouncing helplessly. … that must have hurt.
“Coo! Coo, coooo!”
(Okosan is a match for any aristocrat! Okosan is a match for the mighty Giants themselves!)
He puffs up his chest and swags his way out of the classroom like a real gangsta pigeon. … wait, class is about to start!
“Okosan, come back! Break is over!”
Okosan’s already long gone, though. You can be sure this isn’t the last needless, hotheaded conflict we’ll see revolving around him, either. But that’ll have to wait. Until next time, everybirdie!