Young Ladies Don't Play Fighting Games (対ありでした。～お嬢さまは格闘ゲームなんてしない～)

The heck? Are you kidding me with that oki? That was a setup! A setup!

Look up what "setup" means and get back to me.

Damn it! Damn it! What gives?

Cry your heart out.

I'll beat you next time, Mitsuki!

Bring it on anytime.

I accept challengers 365 days of the year.

I wonder how they'll try to beat me next time.

I can't wait to see!

Man, we just don't stand a chance against you, Mitsuki.

You're so much better, it's almost funny.

You said it.

Let's give SF4 a rest for today.

Oh, uh, I'd better get home, then.

I'll beat you next time, Mitsuki!

When?

Guess I'll start planning how to win tonight.

YOUNG LADIES DON'T PLAY FIGHTING GAMES

I... I did it.

You won a game off Aya-chin!

Way to go, Tamateya!

Huh?

Am I "Tamateya"?

'Cause your name's Tamaki.

You're good at judging what will kill.

I know you're happy, Senpai, but that was just one game, and it's first to three.

Of course. And I'll keep winning.

Sob, sob, sob.

Okay, I'm up next.

Crap.

Good game.

I dominated her in the first few sets, but then she suddenly adapted.

I'm losing more than I'm winning tonight.

That was a good game.

Well, Senpai, we'd better go now.

Oh, of course.

I'll nap until morning roll call, too.

Hey, Inui-san.

If you're going to sleep, do so in your own room.

Well, where's the harm?

I thought this last night and the night before,

but Aya-san always shows up here spoiling for a bloodbath.

Yet when she loses, it's like an evil spirit exits her body,

and she leaves the room looking refreshed.

It's almost as if she's glad she lost.

You seem happier lately, Aya-san.

Huh? Have I got a dopey grin?

You look a little cuter than before.

You think so?

I haven't told anyone that you're always out all night.

I'm sorry—

Mio?

Aya-san.

Aya-san!

Have you calmed down?

Yes.

Even though I know what she's like on the inside,

I can't help being nice to a pretty girl in tears.

So, uh, what's up?

It's a long story.

I'll listen.

You know how we had an assembly before evening roll call?

Yeah.

ASSEMBLY HALL

High-School Dorm Monitor

Vice Chair

Hana Ichinose

High-School Dorm Monitor

Chair

Morino Fujimiya

How do you do, first-years?

Next week is exam week, so I'd like to explain a few things.

And that's what happened.

That's it?

Um...

I don't quite see the problem.

So what exactly is the White Lily crying about?

There's nothing more to it than that, Senpai.

This girl...

is crying because she doesn't want to study for exams.

That's the whole story.

Crying 'cause she doesn't want to study?

She's not a baby!

Mio, I've actually been wondering something for a while now.

Your brain's so rotted from fighting games that you smuggled a stick into school.

Why did you come to a school with a "no games allowed" policy?

I had barely started junior high

when I realized I was in hell on earth.

Classes were 50 minutes. Five whole minutes longer than in elementary school.

And there were six classes a day, Monday through Friday. Total madness.

And the exams were even worse.

They demanded I sacrifice afternoons, evenings, and even weekends to studying,

when that should be gaming time.

The spiritual agony was unendurable.

The state was trampling on my human rights.

This country is out of its mind.

So I made up my mind to just ignore it.

I-Ignore what?

Studying.

From the first final exams of my first year onward,

no matter how many teachers called me into their offices to chew me out,

I held firm.

I refused to study.

Then, around the start of summer break in my third year,

the incident occurred.

Hey, Mama.

Have you seen my laptop?

Welcome home, Mio-chan.

Your laptop...

is inside this safe.

Wh-Why? Take it out, Mama.

I know, Mio-chan.

Of course you want me to give it back.

I understand. I really do understand.

Mama?

How does this sound?

If you can meet either of the conditions I'm about to give you, I'll return it.

One is to get accepted to a high school of my choosing.

And the other...

is to defeat me, here and now!

As far as I was concerned,

she might as well have only given me one option.

This takes me back.

You gave up karate lessons after a year and a bit, remember?

You know, even with all my experience, I thought you had potential.

It was the same with violin and ballet.

You were so interested at first, but you got sick of them in no time.

Mama, that's ancient history—

But you know what? That gave me an idea.

I decided to stop forcing you and let you make your own choices.

I thought finding an interest yourself would be the best thing for you.

But... I'm so sorry.

A forward kick?

It changed course.

But it's slow. I can block just in the nick of...

That last hit already...

Mio-chan.

Do you remember when I bought you that thing? Your, um, "gaming laptop"?

You said you'd buy me one if I scored above average on all of my first midterms.

And you did it, Mio-chan.

But then, you got even more obsessed with games than before.

Ever since then, I've been telling myself, "Don't worry."

"Mio-chan is growing at her own pace."

But now, I know better.

If you keep going like this,

you'll become an adult who only knows how to play games.

I started studying for entrance exams after that.

In the end, I got into Kuromi when someone else, uh, "withdrew," I think?

Kuromi is a boarding school that forbids gaming.

But I only found that out a few days later.

Um...

How much of that story were we supposed to take seriously?

I was deadly serious the whole time.

What do you think, Tamateya?

Well, it's, uh, hard to say.

It was all I could do to just follow what was happening.

How about you, Aya-chin?

For me...

it was domestic violence, pure and simple.

But Mio was the one who chose to fight.

Giving your daughter a choice doesn't make it okay to break her dominant arm.

And she must've known her daughter would rather fight than study any day.

A girl who would rather fight than study?

Why does it have to be this way?

Why do I have to study again, after I worked so hard?

If I fail, Mama will suspect I'm gaming again.

I'm only gaming. Is that so wrong?

You sound like a perp pleading innocence after being caught red-handed.

I... I don't want to study anymore!

Okay. So just repeat a year.

It was nice knowing you.

You monsters!

Aya-san.