As soon as Red Shirt sat down, Yama Arashi abruptly rose to his feet. I was so happy that I applauded him in anticipation. This drew the attention of Tanuki and all the others, and I became a bit self-conscious under their gazes. As I was pondering what he might say, he started in. "Just now our principal, followed by our head teacher, expressed their deep regret in losing our colleague Koga through his impending transfer. However, I myself am of the opposite opinion. I wish to see Koga transfer away from this place as soon as possible. Nobeoka is a remote region and may lack some of the material comforts we enjoy here, but they say that it's a place of great moral integrity, where both staff and students nurture a keen respect for time-honored values. I'm confident that Koga won't encounter ostentatious rogues there, the kind who thrive on insincere flattery and employ charming manners to bring down a virtuous man. I believe that a gentle man of virtue like Koga will be received throughout the region with open arms. For Koga's sake, I fully welcome and celebrate this transfer. In conclusion, it's my hope that Koga will choose from the lady-folk there a proper wife and establish a harmonious household without delay, leaving a certain hussy behind to wallow in her own shame." Clearing his throat loudly two times, Yama Arashi returned to his seat. I wanted to applaud again, but I didn't wish to draw attention, so I held back.
When Yama Arashi was seated, Uranari rose. He politely moved from his own seat to the end of the row and bowed to all respectfully. "On this occasion, as I depart for Kyūshū on account of personal circumstances, I can't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion by this magnificent farewell that all of you have arranged on my behalf. I'm especially thankful for the parting words with which the principal, the head teacher, and my other friends have honored me. Even as I set off for a distant land, it's my humble hope that I can retain a presence in your thoughts as heretofore." He made a deep bow and returned to his seat. There seemed no limit to Uranari's gentle nature. He had respectfully thanked the principal and head teacher, both of whom were playing him for a fool. I could understand if he'd done so from sheer sense of duty, but judging from his mannerisms, choice of words, and facial expressions, he was thoroughly earnest. Both Tanuki and Red Shirt, who should have felt some pity and blushed with shame on receiving words of gratitude from such a saint, simply sat at attention and listened with straight faces.