v1 06 Mar 2007 03:08 pm
We are Turtles 2
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After we arrived at school for the first time in a couple days, we got together with the members that had escaped suspension. But one of us was still suspended. He was “Saijo-kun,” the guy who began the whole “We are the Wind” incident by speeding with his scooter. Our charge of “interference of a public servant in the execution of his duties” was dropped but since he was clearly in violation of the traffic laws, his suspension was longer than our puny one.
We thought that we would all go and take a look at how he’s doing, so we headed towards his house. Now that I think about it, having 20 visitors at his house was probably a big nuisance to his family. But back then, we thought that saying “sorry for nuisance but thank you for letting us into your home” would solve all of this. We really were a nuisance.
“I’m still angry” said Saijo-kun. We agreed, but then we fueled his “anger” by telling him about our meeting with Chuzai-san’s super beautiful wife.
In his 16 years of life, he had probably never been this angry and asked us if there were any way to get revenge on Chuzai-san for the insults and his suspension. The feelings for vengeance were excessive. All of us could see that 70% of his anger was from Chuzai-san having a beautiful wife, but we were all charmed by the word “revenge.”
We reviewed the “plans for revenge” that were submitted by various members (crazy now that I think about it), but the guy that was caught for speeding insisted on doing something to the “radar speed monitor.” I understood how he felt.
“So… if a bike isn’t ok because it’s a light vehicle… how about walking?”
What a great idea! Or should I say terrible?
Anyway, we decided to challenge the radar speed monitor again this time by “walking.” How stupid……
“But the radar won’t read people, right?”
Using our unfinished high school knowledge, we came up with the simple idea of us all carrying “metal” objects.
Interesting.
Bikes are made of metal, but because we were caught using them last time, we decided against them. We finished our first strategizing session by agreeing to bring large metal objects to school from the next day.
To tell you the truth, we had a big questions even before the session like: Why was Chuzai-san at the traffic control? Isn’t that the job of the traffic officers? To this question the guy with the police officer brother replied,
“You morons. In an big city maybe, but in a country town, the Chuzai has to do everything.”
Our chests felt a little burden after hearing this, but we weren’t meek enough for that little amount of sentiment to stop the plan.
The next day, we brought in metal objects that were unrelated to schoolwork. Although we wanted large metal objects, we didn’t have anything that big because we all came by train or bike.
Though, one person received great praise by deciding to bring in the “helmet and armor that was displayed at his house.”
He did receive great praise, but aren’t the only metal parts the helmet and face mask? But because the image of an armored guy standing in front of the radar excited us, we just admired his courage.
Though, something unexpected happened that day after school.
“They’re running the radar today!”
One of our friends reported back to school after leaving. This is not what we had planned. Even though we had brought some stuff, because only one day had passed since our session, we didn’t have enough metal.
“How unexpected…”
So we called an emergency meeting and came up with a plan to borrow metal objects around school.
Since a school is a place of learning, there aren’t many items “that can obstruct police radar.” We put our minds together about locations of large metal objects and came up with the instruments of the “music club.”
We convinced (deceived) the “vice leader of the music club” who was known for his diligentness, and borrowed metal instruments such as a trombone, sousaphone, and cymbals. On top of that, we borrowed the metal pan for washing clothes from field and track club, the poles from the badminton club among other things before getting together again. No matter how you looked at us, we looked like Chindon-ya (sandwich board advertisers).
Either way, we were able to acquire metal objects, and all we had left was to carry out our plan. Now that I think about it, it’d only been about a week since our “interference of a public servant in the execution of his duties” incident.
Though, we were more confident compared to the bike incident since there was no reason why “good citizens just out for a walk” would get caught.
“Ok, let’s go!”
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