MachinedLinguist

 Hi, old linguist here. So we just reached a total of 10,000 views across all pages! To celebrate, I'll be releasing two chapters of "Welcome, to the Bad End Route". Enjoy!

  Volume 1, Chapter 12 : Aipon and the Senpai Killer   → Return to the library 　 Look for Shigure 　 Go home     How many hours had it been since I started teaching Hareyama? After all that happened, Hareyama had been quietly studying now without being ever so frightened. She began asking me questions about parts she didn't understand. Although she did have trouble remembering things, Hareyama was very focused and made good progress in her studies. Or so I’d like to think so.   "The percentage rate of correct answers...is about 30 percent." "Ah, awawa ...but, I did my best right?" "I understand that, of course."   To honest, I wanted her to reach at least 50% to avoid a red mark. You could avoid failing if you get about 40%, but being only limited to what you conveniently studied might pose a problem. Hareyama refused to solve only the set of problems I made. She said although she would accept the questions, she wan...

Volume 1, Chapter 11 : Why Is It Packed? I'm Curious, Scientifically.   　 Continue studying → Proceed with club activities     When I went to the library to study on my own, I found a dispirited Hareyama there. I had a feeling that something must have happened with her childhood friend Tendou, and when I saw her tearing up... I thought it was best to leave her alone. Although my father did tell me a long time ago...that you shouldn't leave a girl crying all on her own, and I was also hesitant to do so. My crying classmate, and my late father's teachings ( No, I didn't teach you this ), and also my decision to change. Coming up with these justifications, I gathered up my courage and spoke to Hareyama.   "Hareyama, are you studying alone?" "Eh?! Ah, awawa ...."   She must not have wanted to be seen crying. When I gently spoke to Hareyama, she began wiping away her tears in a flustered manner. Hareyama, who was in the m...

  Volume 1, Chapter 10 : Just A Feeling That I Won't Be Back   → Don't join 　 Join   "Ikuto, please! Help me study!"   One day, as midterms were approaching, Riku came to my desk with a pitiful look on his face as soon as he arrived at school. It was the exact same scene as last year. It seemed that Riku still didn't change after moving up a grade.   "You have less than a week to go, you know? Give up." "I can still make it! Make it...make out, making out ――" "―― You, are you really motivated?"   This conversation was also just like usual. Such was the case every time before an upcoming test. Well, since there was a big penalty involved this time, I could understand why Riku was so desperate. At our school, if you get a red mark on the midterm exams, your weekends are destroyed, and if you get a red mark on the final test, your long vacation disappears. Club activities were banned, part-time job permi...

  Volume 1, Chapter 5: Doing Homework at School 　 Offer to help → Don't offer help     "Stretch your back more! Ikuto!" "Yes!"   This old fart.   "Too halfhearted! What have you been doing all this time?!" "I'm sorry!"   This old bastard.   "Too slow! You can't even kill a mosquito with such a strike!!" "This old ass." "...What did you just say?" "I-I’m sorry...just now…"   On an early Sunday morning, I visited the dojo ran by my grandpa. He told me to come on weekends unless I had a very good reason not to. This old man, who surprisingly gave me a strict training as if I wasn't his grandson, was Jimichi Gouto. Chairman of Earth Road Pharmaceuticals and karate dojo instructor. It wasn't just once or twice had I thought about how energetic of an old man he was.   "Next, a hundred straight punches!" "Eh..." "150...