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「古井? 古井何とかだね。
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「古井武右衛門――なるほど、だいぶ
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「乙なら、わたしの
After Yukie's withdrawal, both men sit for a while without speaking. Finally the master, realizing they're carrying on like a a pair of ascetics, breaks the silence with a question.
"What was your name?"
"Furui ..."
"Furui? Furui what? What was your given name?"
"Furui Buemon."
"Furui Buemon -- I see. That's a long name. Not modern. Harkens back to earlier times. Fourth year, I believe?"
"Nope."
"Third year, then?"
"Nope. Second."
"Group A?"
"Group B."
"Group B's mine. I see." The master's interest picks up. In fact, from the moment this large-headed lad appeared at the school, he'd caught the master's eye and impressed himself in the master's mind. Furthermore, so impressive was this large head that from time to time it invaded the master's thoughts. That being said, the master was too lax in his thinking to associate this remarkable head with its archaic name, and too lax to associate head and name with his own second year Group B charges. So now, informed that this head, so remarkable as to invade his thoughts, belongs to a student in his homeroom class, the master is inwardly elated. However, he has no idea why this large head, with its archaic name, who is a student in his homeroom class, should be calling at his residence. The master is patently unpopular, so it's rare indeed that a student, be it New Year's or Year's End, should ever come to call. His callers to date, it can even be said, begin and end with said Furui Buemon. As such, the master finds himself at complete loss as to why this student is here. The house of such a nondescript man as the master certainly warrants no social call. Then again, there's no hint of triumph in the caller's demeanor, so he's clearly not here to pressure the master for his resignation. Finally, he hardly seems likely to have come seeking counsel on personal matters. However much the master ponders, he can make neither heads nor tails of this visit. Buemon himself, judging by the look on his face, seems not entirely sure why he's there. Having no other recourse, the master finally forces the point.