I asked why, if Uranari was so loathe to transfer, there hadn't been greater effort made to keep him here. By the time Yama Arashi heard the story from Uranari it was all a done deal. Yama Arashi had met with the principal twice and with Red Shirt once to discuss the matter, but to no avail. And Koga's too-good nature had complicated things. He should have refused flat out, or at least left himself an out by saying he'd need to think it over. He'd been taken in by eloquent talk and immediately acquiesced, so his mother's later pleading and Yama Arashi's arguments were, to their great chagrin, of no avail.
I noted that this whole situation must certainly be Red Shirt's scheme to push Uranari out of the picture so he could make his move on Madonna. No doubt that was true. Red Shirt comes across as well-mannered while perpetrating villainy. When someone calls him out for it, he's ready with a cleverly concocted escape, and this makes him a slippery rascal. Yama Arashi bared his burly arm and said the only way to thwart Red Shirt was with an iron fist. I mentioned that he looked strong and asked if he practiced martial arts. At this he flexed his bicep and told me to try grabbing it. I tested it with my finger tips, and it was as solid as a bathhouse pumice stone.
I was so impressed that I asked him if he couldn't take out five or six Red Shirts at once with an arm like that. He replied that of course he could, and he rolled the muscles beneath his skin by extending and contracting his bent arm. This was immensely entertaining. Yama Arashi asserted that he could burst a double-stranded paper tie string by flexing his bicep. I said I could probably burst a paper tie string myself. He doubted this and challenged me to try it. Failure would mean embarrassment, so I begged off making the attempt.