Part 3
As club representatives began moving between tables, I watched some students approach enthusiastically and others cautiously. Each interaction was a microcosm of strategy: who was seeking connections, who was trying to impress, and who simply wanted to blend in.
"The archery club seems open to beginners," I murmured to myself, watching as a girl dressed in archery uniform smiled as she addressed the students. "It could be useful, if I needed some kind of support network outside of my class."
Kaori remained by my side, carefully evaluating every detail. She didn't comment, but her gaze indicated that she shared my silent analysis.
Around me, the hustle and bustle continued. Some students took informational brochures, others wrote down names and schedules in their planners. It all seemed trivial, but I knew that even such a simple move could influence point accumulation and future alliances.
In the crowd, Toshiro, Renji, and Daichi stayed close. Renji was carefully checking his phone, probably coordinating some kind of plan, while Toshiro glanced at me quickly, assessing my behavior.
"I think most of them are too confident," I muttered to myself. They don't know that even these clubs can be a source of strategic advantage.
The clubs continued to introduce themselves: from the tea ceremony club, with its calm and precision, to the calligraphy club, where patience and discipline took center stage. Each representative explained the benefits of joining, but I saw nothing but opportunities for observation.
Even the smallest clubs can offer access to resources and connections, I thought. It's not just about skills, but information and position.
Finally, after several presentations, the fair slowly began to close. Mina Yukishiro gave final instructions on how to approach the clubs and submit applications. The tense atmosphere relaxed a little, though I remained alert, absorbing every detail, every gesture.
"Even though this seems like a simple school event," I whispered to myself, "everything here translates into power. Every decision, every club choice, every interaction is part of a much bigger board game."
Toshiro, Renji, and Daichi accompanied me to the exit, chatting casually, but I didn't waste a second analyzing their intentions. Each had their own strategy, and I needed to understand it before it became a factor that could influence my plans.
Kaori and I headed for the final exit, and as we walked, I thought about the possibilities this fair offered: contacts, alliances, and, above all, information. Every detail recorded could become a decisive move in the future.
"Stay calm, observe, and calculate," I murmured to myself. "That's how this game is played, and Class F is just the beginning."