mandytl | happy beans day ~the harpless brawl~ episode 22 "to compete in earnest"

Location: Woods Behind Campus

Rook: (skipping) Ooo~♪ lai la lala~. ♪

Trey: Someone’s in a really good mood today. Not that I’ve ever seen you upset or anything, but…

Rook: Fufufu. But of course. It’s not often the dorm leaders and their vices get a chance to compete in earnest.

We may have to fight Vil again once we arrive at the gardens.

Can’t you hardly wait for a chance to skirmish with Roi des Roses?

Trey: Not really… I don’t really have any special feelings for Riddle that involve confronting him.

But… let’s see. We’re childhood friends, but I only recall playing tag maybe once or twice.

So it might be nice to run around together like kids every once in a while.

Rook: Why, precisely! Precisely! Now, let us head for our new battlefield: the botanical gardens...—hm?

This scent, wafting on the breeze… Do you sense that, Trey-kun?

Trey: Huh?

… Yeah, I do. A spicy, mouth-watering aroma. Somebody must be cooking.

But in the middle of our match?

Rook: The source of the smell just so happens to our destination. Let’s investigate it at once!

Pans elsewhere.

Floyd: Sniff sniff… hm? There’s a suuuper strong scent coming from the botanical gardens. Where have I smelled this before…?

Ah. It’s all that meat Sea Otter-chan was carrying earlier.

Epel: Sea… Otter-chan?

Riddle: Kalim, I assume.

We’re all on the same team, but… what’s this about meat?

Floyd: He said Sea Snake-kun packed his lunch, but this doesn’t smell like a packed meal.

Epel: Right… It smells more like they’re grilling meat for a barbeque.

Vil: All they’re really doing is giving away their location. Someone’s far too trusting.

Floyd: It means, someone on the Monster Team’s slowly luring in the enemy like a seagull chasing a school of fish.

Ahah. This is gonna be fun. Let’s go already!

Location: Botanical Garden

Pan of Jamil’s outfit.

Jamil: Hmph. …So Floyd wasn’t feeding me false information on Kalim’s whereabouts.

Kalim… I knew you’d trust me and heat up that ‘lunch’ I packed for you.

We’ll swoop in and capture all the Farmers’ Team idiots that were drawn in by that aroma.

Here we go, boys.

Monster Team Students: Understood.