Monogatari Series - Volume 23 - Chapter 1.08

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As I stepped on the accelerator on the way to Kanbaru’s house, I pondered the possibility that the note that had been jotted down on that flashcard was not actually a living message.

“B777Q” = “D/V/S”.

It seemed Gaen-san had come up with some sort of hypothesis, and I believed Meniko’s decryption had been right—however, for a code left behind just before the victim was transformed into a mummy, I felt that it was a little too elaborate.

Because, even if the cryptography was correct, this wasn’t a mystery novel… Perhaps Ougi-chan would be convinced by it, but if you were being attacked by a vampire, or some other bad guy, would you really have the luxury of considering what the 22nd prime number was, or thinking that putting the three sevens together as “777” looked better?

No matter how much of a hard worker she was at school…

To be honest, even for me, who I could only recognize as having made it into college through his math skills alone, counting the prime numbers wasn’t something I could easily do in my head, especially when I was driving like this… And if I were in a panic from being attacked, I was sure it would be close to impossible.

Well, it would be possible if it were Hanekawa, or even Meniko… Perhaps we could leave open the possibility that Kuchimoto Kyoumi-chan was one of those rarely seen child prodigies, but looking at those blank flashcards, it was hard to see her as anything but a studious honors student…

Especially if she was a member of the girls’ basketball team known for its intense training… It was the same for Kanbaru, but that club had a system where you wouldn’t be able to keep up if you didn’t do your duties.

In that case, perhaps it wasn’t a living message, or even a dying message—wasn’t it more appropriate to deduce that this was actually the “signature” of the “culprit” vampire?

Signature, a declaration of crime, a proclamation of war, a self-expression.

It didn’t matter what you called it, but it supported the theory of it being “initials” like Gaen-san mentioned briefly, or maybe even carelessly—it wasn’t that the victim left behind the initials of the “culprit”, but that the “culprit” left behind their own initials in the hands of the victim?

As if—making themselves known.

…If that was the case, the first (for now) victim, Harimaze Kie-chan, or the second (to be discovered) victim, Honnou Aburi-chan, could have something hidden among their personal belongings that involved such a self-inflated signature.

Should I let Gaen-san know about that? No, if it was a possibility on a level that I could come up with, then there was no way that Gaen-san didn’t already hit upon it… And even if she hadn’t, it wasn’t a hypothesis worth waking her up, when she was trying to recharge herself for the coming night.

For now, I would focus on my own duty.

And as I pondered, the New Beetle arrived at the Japanese mansion where Kanbaru lived… I hadn’t completely gotten free of the appeal of bicycles, but in the end, cars were on a completely different level in terms of mobility—I barely had the time to guess at deductions while I was traveling.

As if working as parking attendants, my junior stood outside the open gates, still in uniform on the way back from school—but, oh? It wasn’t just one junior that was there.

Next to Kanbaru stood another female student, naturally wearing a Naoetsu High uniform as well—by the color of her necktie, she was a third-year, but who was she?

“Let me introduce you, Araragi-senpai. This is my friend from when I was in the basketball team, Higasa. After I retired, she took over as captain.”

In a somewhat rushed greeting, Kanbaru introduced her classmate and friend to me when I left my car—her friend, who had been the captain of the girls’ basketball team until very recently. I see, so when I let her know about the general idea of my business over the phone, she’d made some arrangements.

What a capable junior. I was unworthy of her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Araragi-senpai. My name is Higasa Seiu. I’ve heard rumors about you for some time now.”

“Haha. I’m sure they weren’t any good rumors, right?”

“Ahahahahahahahahaha.”

I was laughed at in an almost unnatural way. It seemed they weren’t good rumors.

“Come inside, Araragi-senpai. No point in standing around here. Grandpa and Grandma are out on a trip, so they’ll be away until the day after tomorrow, but I can at least make tea for you.”

“Eh. Um, but, your room…”

“It’s fiiine. I already know about it.”

Though I’d been in a panic, Higasa-chan spoke up as if in total understanding—it seemed my capable junior had a capable friend. I felt a bit of relief at learning that Kanbaru had a friend among her peers that could tolerate such a chaotic room—but, anyway, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

The problem in Kanbaru’s left arm had been resolved, and it seemed she was lively and in high spirits, so let’s quickly finish up my business here and take my leave—before she found out that I was playing around with her aunt.

“Here, have some tea, Araragi-senpai. I haven’t put anything suspicious in it, so drink up without any worries.”

“You don’t need to add that remark!”

“Ahahahahahahahahaha.”

Perhaps she was just someone who simply got drunk on laughter, but it seemed Higasa-chan didn’t particularly mind sitting with and relaxing with a senior she’d just met, in this room whose mess seemed almost like a lie—as expected of Kanbaru’s friend, she sure was easy-going.

“No, no, I’m actually very shy. Unlike Ruga, who’s so boorish.”

Although she certainly didn’t seem like it.

Also, so Kanbaru was called “Ruga” by her friends…

For a moment, I’d been about to lean into the description of my cute junior as boorish, but in terms of our relationships, Higasa-chan was much closer to Kanbaru than I was, so it would be weird to condemn her evaluation.

“However, Araragi-senpai, you feel like someone I’ve known for a long time, so it doesn’t really feel like we’ve just met for the first time.”

“Really, what kind of rumors are floating around about me…?”

She was speaking as if I was someone like Lieutenant Columbo.

“You were the only delinquent among Naoetsu High’s graduates, after all.”

So that wasn’t just Hanekawa’s own misunderstanding?

Aw man.

“Although, just from hearing the rumors, it makes me quiver with fear. I’m so awestruck, so please forgive me if I end up being discourteous in any way out of my nervousness. Oh yeah, and I want to brag to all my friends, so could I please have your number?”

She didn’t even hesitate.

Attached to the cell phone that was cheekily yet amiably presented to me was a strap with the letters “S H” as accessories… Hmm, it seemed that she had still left it on even after retiring.

What about Kanbaru?

Ah, that’s right, her getting a cell phone was something that happened after she met me—it ended up being like that.

“So… About the girls’ basketball team.”

“Yes, yes. I have the data prepared right here.”

From her school bag, Higasa-chan deftly pulled out a file that looked rather thick—it looked almost like a class’s attendance record, but considering the context, it was most likely a register for the club.

“Since I joined the club, it’s always been Higasa that kept records of all our activities, you see. If it were me, I wouldn’t have even thought to make a list like that, and even if I did, I probably would have lost it somewhere,” said Kanbaru.

Indeed, seeing the wretched state of this room that I had cleaned just the other day, I could see that she wasn’t just being modest to praise her friend.

Though Higasa-chan had retired after she’d become a third-year, she’d still been present during the recruitment for the club in April, as she seemed to be completely aware of the affairs of the current second-years and the current first-years—however, when I reflexively reached out, she suddenly raised her hands in a banzai and kept the register out of my reach.

Like a basketball player trying to prevent a steal—or not.

“What is it? Nobody said, ‘put your hands up!’, Higasa-chan.”

“Yeah. We-ell, Araragi-senpai. I shouldn’t even need to say this, but this is the personal information of a hundred high school girls, after all,” said Higasa-chan with a smile, holding the register in the air.

A hundred?

I turned to Kanbaru—and she nodded.

Wow, so the girls’ basketball team had a hundred members.

A hundred members just from the first- and second-years… So were there at least fifty from each year? With a concrete number being defined, it put me at even more of a loss than when we had hypothesized an unspecified large number of victims.

Gaen-san had said something like “two out of a hundred”, but that should have been just an example…

Well, for a sports club that competed on a national level, it could even be considered a fewer number of people than usual…

“To be exact, it’s not fifty from each year. There are 76 second-years and 24 first-years, for a total of one hundred,” said Higasa-chan. “So, even if this was something I made personally, if word got out that I leaked something like this, it wouldn’t exactly end well for me.”

“Right. Yeah, that’s true.”

I couldn’t do anything but agree—I knew that, as someone who’d already graduated, and as someone who’d been part of the go-home club with absolutely no relation to the girls’ basketball team, it was from the beginning a rather selfish request to ask for a hundred girls’ worth of names, addresses, and contact information.

“Yes. If that were to happen, my blood would be spilled.”

She was probably joking, but just today I’d laid eyes on three mummies with the blood sucked completely out of them, so I couldn’t exactly go, “Ahahahahahahahahaha”.

“Yes. It’s not something to laugh about. It’s not just their names and addresses and contact information—it even has their height and weight and three sizes and whether or not they have a partner.”

“I’m sorry to take up more of your time, but Higasa-chan, would you mind blacking out those parts for me?”

“Even though it wouldn’t end well for me, if I handed these records over to that Araragi-senpai infamous for being a hentai…”

“Infamous for being a hentai?”

“No. I said Araragi-hentai, infamous for being a senpai.”

If that was what you said, that sounded even more cruel.

Should I go to Naoetsu High starting now to try and fix my bad reputation?

“Higasa. Being a hentai is my territory. And don’t act all buddy-buddy and have fun with Araragi-senpai.”

From off to the side, “Ruga” demonstrated the narrowness of her dignity.

Really, I couldn’t feel any star power from her at all… And yet, they still called her the legendary ace of the basketball team.

However, if her intention was to protect the personal information of her members as an ex-captain, then Higasa-chan surely would not have even bothered to bring the register to this mansion on Kanbaru’s request in the first place.

“I see. Understood, Higasa-chan. If I want to get that register, then you’re saying I have to defeat you in a game of street basketball, right?”

“Um, no, that’s not what I’m saying.”

So it wasn’t that? But I’d already taken off my jacket.

“Rather than that, the reason I’m risking becoming a bloody mess to lend you this top-secret register, Araragi-senpai, is in the hopes that maybe you’ll be able to break down the current state of the Naoetsu High girls’ basketball team.”

“…? The current state of the club?”

“Higasa. If you ask that much from Araragi-hentai…”

While I was tilting my head at the rather unsettling wording, Kanbaru rebuked her friend—you’re also calling me Araragi-hentai, aren’t you.

You absolutely can’t lend out the personal information of a hundred high school girls to someone like that!

“No, no. Even you feel some responsibility for it, though, don’t you, Ruga? For the girlsbas right now. Perhaps even more than me.”

“That’s… Ah, Araragi-hentai. ‘Girlsbas’ is just a shortened form of ‘girls’ basketball team’, and, most assuredly, does not mean the girls’ bath.”

“Could it actually be you that’s spreading around my bad reputation, Kanbaru-kouhai?”

In any case, it seemed that, even between the two ex-captains, they didn’t share the same opinion. And hearing that much, I wasn’t the kind of Araragi-hentai that would back down so easily.

Not to mention, if there was some sort of trouble in the girls’ basketball team right now, then, surprisingly enough, it could have some connection to the cause of the current serial mummification incident.

“Let me know what’s going on. After all, I didn’t come here to ask for help without doing anything in return. If there’s something bothering you, I’ll do my best to help.”

“I’m very happy you feel that way, but it’s enough to have you come over to clean my room every week or so, Araragi-senpai.”

“Isn’t that actually more than enough, Ruga…?” said Higasa-chan, scowling as if saying, don’t say things that will make it harder for me to rely on Araragi-senpai. She then turned to me and said, “It’s kinda in big trouble, the girlsbas after we retired,” in an informal tone.

Really, what part of you was shy?

“It’s not really a matter of there being any specific reason, but the atmosphere feels awful… When I visited the gym to try and be senpai-like and have them let off some exam stress, it almost felt like I put more stress on them instead.”

Perhaps it was because of that that this girl was joking around in order to not make the atmosphere around her heavy as well—if so, she had a pretty good personality… Kanbaru had been acting as if she was embarrassed by her friend’s behavior, but really, what you should be ashamed of is the state this room is in.

“Does it have to do with them getting weaker? Like, they fell out of the golden age that had the two of you in it.”

I probably should have chosen my words better for that, but as someone with a small vocabulary, I couldn’t think of another way to express it—they got weaker.

Although, well, that could just be inevitable, in a sense.

In a sense, Kanbaru was just too extraordinary.

To be even called a superstar, she was a student that was far more out-of-place than I was at Naoetsu High, a private school that was university-focused…

“That’s true. Since I just worked really hard at my studies to chase after Senjougahara-senpai who I yearned for so much.”

“Incidentally, I’m a sports-minded girl who can study without even needing to work hard at it.”

Higasa-chan boastfully puffed out her chest, still keeping both her arms raised.

Well, there were those sorts of people, too.

“But I don’t think it’s because they got weaker. If anything, I’d say that would be even better for them… But, the atmosphere turned bad.”

“The atmosphere—”

“The girls’ basketball team stopped being a club that’s bright and fun with a sense of solidarity,” explained Kanbaru, almost unwillingly, in a way that was very much unlike her. “They lost their sense of solidarity—and all that was left was a sense of collective responsibility. And, to be specific…”

Kanbaru Suruga paused, then continued.

“Out of the hundred members listed in that register, five of them have gone missing.”