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hi slug-san! i was wondering if you’d be willing to translate some of the in game events. if not then that’s fine but if so and you have access to it, could you translate that one event with gentaro, jiro, and jyushi playing football/soccer if it isn’t too much trouble ^^”

Sure thing! This will probably be the last request until August.

This translation is written to be enjoyed on its own, but if you would like to follow along with art and music, please refer to this video courtesy of YouTube user 家政夫ジン.

[Setting: Gentarou's writing cafe]

Dice: Sorry, run that by me again? You want us to form a band and a soccer team?

Gentarou: That is what I said, yes.

Dice: Do I look like a guitar-toting soccer player to you?

Gentarou: Shaggy hair, athletic build... You look like you might've stepped foot on a concert stage or soccer field a time or two in your life.

Dice: Sorry, but no. I'm not interested. Go ask Ramuda.

Gentarou: Ramuda wouldn't know what a soccer ball was if one hit him. That, and he said no when I asked him. Well, Dice, you're a lost cause and no mistake. You might show an interest in something beside gambling for once in your life.

Dice: Nope. Sorry, dude. Lost cause and all that.

Gentarou: Now I simply don't know who else to ask.

Dice: Why d'you need to form a whole-ass band and soccer team anyway? Just, like, go to a game. Or a concert.

Gentarou: Nonsense. One must experience events firsthand for their writing to achieve the appropriate degree of verisimilitude.

Dice: ...Riiight. Oh, wait a sec--there's a soccer field on the upper level of Miyashita Park.

Gentarou: As I just said, I've no interest in merely watching a match--

Dice: Nah, I mean go find some dudes at the park and ask to join in.

Gentarou: Talking to strangers? I could never.

Dice: Bro, you're an adult. Grow up.

[Gentarou glares at Dice. Dice stands up.]

Dice: Welp, have fun with your writing. I got a match to gamble on. See ya!

[Dice leaves.]

Gentarou: "Grow up," he says. Like he doesn't run off to gamble at the drop of the hat instead of paying someone back...

[Setting transitions to the soccer field atop Miyashita Park.]

Gentarou: Well, here I am--for lack of a better idea, I suppose. Wait a minute... This isn't even a soccer field. It's a football field. Oh, Dice, can't you get anything right? Hmm? Now, do my eyes deceive me, or is that...

Jirou: Pass it! I'm open!

Gentarou: Ah, perfect. He'll do just nicely. Better yet, he's hardly a stranger!

[Time elapses.]

Jirou: Whoo! Did we win, or did we win?

Jirou's Friend 1: Dude, we woulda been goners without you.

Jirou's Friend 2: We owe you one!

Jirou: Nah, give yourselves more credit. We couldn't've done without all of us.

[Footsteps]

Gentarou: Pardon me, but could I have a word...?

Jirou: Hmm? Yumeno? What're you doing over he--oh, duh. This is the Shibuya Division.

Gentarou: That it is. Congratulations on your victory. It was a sound showing of athletic ability, if I do say so myself.

Jirou: ...Dude, what?

Gentarou: Come, come. Accept the well-deserved accolades, my dear boy.

Jirou: Do you, uh, need something? I find it hard to believe you came over just to hype me up for winning game of soccer.

Gentarou: Why, now that you mention it, there is indeed a trifling favor I might request of you.

Jirou: Me? What'd you need me for?

Gentarou: Let me come to the point--I'm interested in including a soccer match in my next work, and I was wondering if you might teach me a thing or two about the sport.

Jirou: Sure. Why not?

Gentarou: Then might I be allowed to join a match of yours?

Jirou: Yeah, no worries. We're down a guy for tomorrow's game, so you could sub i-[Jirou is interrupted by his stomach growling] Just, uh, buy me lunch to make up for it?

Gentarou: By all means.

Jirou: Sweet! Let's grab somethin' good! Sushi, steak, here I come!

[Jirou's footsteps move away.]

Gentarou: Easy for you to say, oh not-paying one...

[Setting cuts to a commercial street.]

Gentarou: A concert venue, here of all places? What'll they think of next?

Jirou: You a big concert goer?

Gentarou: Not in the slightest. I've simply got a rock concert in this book of mine, so I was thinking of catching a show.

Jirou: That's cool. ...Wait a sec, I know this band. The lead singer's that one Nagoya dude. Juushi Aimono.

Gentarou: Is it really?

Jirou: Yeah, it's gotta be. Last time I ran into him, he told me I should check out his one of his gigs. Wanna catch the show? The sign says it's gonna start any minute.

Gentarou: I don't see why not.

[Jirou and Gentarou walk into the crowded concert space.]

Gentarou: My, my. A packed house. Your friend Mr. Aimono has quite the number of fans.

Jirou: You're telling me. We're lucky we found seats.

[The lights abruptly flick off. Fans squeal in delight.]

Juushi fan 1: WHOOOOOOOO!!!

Juushi fan 2: OMG, JUUSHI!!!

[The lights come on, revealing Juushi and a set of instruments. Kick-ass music begins to play.]

Juushi: Many moons have passed since last we met--but now, maidens, I am come before thee to manifest the turmoil of chaos!

[The crowd squeals again.]

Juushi fan 1: YASSS!

Juushi fan 2: I LOVE YOU!!!

Gentarou: The "turmoil of chaos"... A tad redundant, but it does have that touch of je ne sais quoi.

Jirou: I think it's dope!

Juushi: Ready thy eardrums, my dear maidens, and let us begin!

[The crowd screams once more. The screen fades to black and picks up once more as the crowd is filing out after the show.]

Jirou: Dude! Juushi was, like, cool as shit!

Gentarou: Well said. This young man has a brilliant knack of working a crowd, to say nothing of his fine singing voice. I fully understand how he's charmed so many hearts.

Jirou: We should go say hi!

Gentarou: You mean, go backstage? Surely we're not allowed. We barely know the man...

Jirou: 'Course we do. C'mon, follow me.

[Jirou walks off.]

Gentarou: No arguing with this one, is there? Oh well, Gentarou. Buck up. This could very well be your lucky break.

[Gentarou joins Jirou backstage. The scene cuts to the band's dressing room.]

Juushi: Wow. Was that cool or what? The Shibuya fans loved us!

Bandmate: Hell yeah, dude.

[The dressing room door opens.]

Venue staff member: Mr. Aimono? There's two gentlemen here to see you.

Juushi: Huh? I didn't think any of my friends were coming to the show...

[Jirou and Gentarou walk in.]

Jirou: Hey, dude! How's it hangin'?

Gentarou: I hope we aren't interrupting anything.

Juushi: Whoa! Jirou and Mr. Yumeno? Were you guys in the audience?

Jirou: Yeah! We were just walking by and saw a flyer, so we dropped in to see what it was all about.

Gentarou: I must tell you, you were superb out there. Just stunning.

Jirou: No kidding. You rocked it.

Juushi: Aw, gee. Thanks! I'm glad to hear that.

Gentarou: Mr. Yamada and I were just about to grab a spot of lunch. If you aren't otherwise occupied, might we trouble you to join us?

Juushi: Do you really mean it? That's so kind of you!

Jirou: Unless you've got some kind of wrap party with your mates...

Juushi: Oh no, they've all got other plans this afternoon. I'd love to go, really.

Gentarou: Excellent. Then let's be off. Lunch awaits!

Juushi: Oh goody!

[The setting cuts to a restaurant.]

Jirou: Whoo-wee! That hit the spot.

Juushi: Are you sure you've got the check? I could at least pay for my own...

Gentarou: Nonsense. It's my pleasure.

Juushi: Well, thanks! I appreciate it.

Gentarou: Incidentally, do you mind if I ask you for a small favor?

Juushi: No, not at all.

Gentarou: My upcoming novel, you see, has to feature a rock concert.

Juushi: Ooh. That's cool.

Gentarou: Quite. And this is why I thought you might be just the man to help.

Juushi: What sort of help do you need?

Gentarou: Would you indulge me and put on a concert with Mr. Yamada and I as your bandmates?

Jirou: Huh? Since when was I part of this?

Gentarou: Since now. The more, the merrier, as they say.

Juushi: Wait, wait, wait. Can either of you play an instrument?

Gentarou: Not a bit!

Jirou: I'm okay with the guitar, but I'm not, like, a pro or nothin'. I've never put on a show with it.

Juushi: That's not...very conducive to holding a concert.

Gentarou: Oh, it'll work itself out. We're rappers, aren't we? You provide the music, Mr. Aimono, and we will simply rap along! Now tell me--when is your next concert in Shibuya?

Juushi: Next month, but that doesn't--

[Gentarou slips out of his seat and kneels before Juushi.]

Gentarou: Mr. Aimono, I am begging you. Only with your help will my work be elevated to its greatest heights. Your assistance is, I dare say, indispensable. Please, Mr. Aimono! Won't you aid me in my time of need?

Juushi: Oh gosh--yes, yes, I'll do anything! Just please get off the ground! Everyone's looking!

[Gentarou gets up, looking none worse for the wear.]

Gentarou: Splendid. I can't thank you enough.

Jirou: Yo, world's fastest recovery over here...

[The scene changes to our three characters on a school soccer field dressed in uniforms. Juushi looks deeply uncomfortable; Gentarou looks delightfully smug.]

Juushi: Why do I have to play?

Gentarou: The more, the merrier! Who doesn't love to work up a sweat with one's dear companions?

Jirou: Hey! You guys ready?

Gentarou: That we are. What's first?

Jirou: Juggling!

Juushi: Oh gosh... You mean juggling the ball without using our hands? I've never done that before...

Jirou: Don't sweat it, dude. That's what practice is for! Here, watch me first. [Soccer ball noises.] Hup! Hup! Hup!

Juushi: Ooh! You use your head and knees, too? That's incredible.

Gentarou: Astounding, really.

Jirou: Now you try.

Gentarou: Very well. [Distinct lack of soccer ball noises.] Well, that didn't go as intended.

Juushi: D-don't worry. I'm sure no one gets it perfect on their first try.

Gentarou: Perfect, no. Lift the ball off the ground, yes. Is there a trick to this, perchance?

Jirou: Totally. Once you get it up in the air, you wanna get it to a good height by bouncing it off your thigh, and then you just kinda wing it. Do whatever feels good, y'know? Vibes, man.

Gentarou: ...I'm afraid your explanation is a tad too opaque for yours truly to comprehend.

Juushi: H-here, let me try. Okay, kick it up... Hit it with my thigh...

Jirou: Yeah, like that! You're doing it.

Juushi: Then I just kinda...wing it, and...vibes??? [Soccer ball noises.] Hup! Hup! Hup!

Jirou: Dude, you're killing it!

Juushi: Heh. Just beginner's luck, but thanks.

Gentarou: How on Earth did you glean anything from that nightmare of a tutorial?

Jirou: 'Kay, Mr. Yumeno. You're up next. I wanna see you juggle the ball a hundred times without dropping it before practice is over!

Gentarou: I have absolutely no faith in myself, but if I must...

[The scene cuts out and returns to the soccer field the next day.]

Jirou: Aight, listen up. You know who's been practicing? Us. So who's gonna win this? Us.

Juushi: Y-yessir!

Gentarou: Who is to be the opposition, might I ask?

Jirou: Some cops from the Yokohoma Division or something. I dunno, I haven't met 'em myself.

Gentarou: ...Oh no. Please say it isn't--

[MTC rolls up in soccer uniforms.]

Juuto: Well, well, well. Who do we have here?

Samatoki: ...What the hell is that lineup?

Juushi: Um. It's a long story.

Gentarou: Now, I was under the impression that cops did not mean ex-military and active criminal. Tell me, was I wrong?

Juuto: We were all last-minute additions, I'm afraid. The precinct needed three extra players, so I invited Riou and Samatoki to fill the roster.

Riou: Come. Let us both expend our every energies and make this a good fight.

Jirou: You know it!

[The whistle blows for the start of the match. Upbeat music begins to play.]

Jirou: And I'm off!

Juuto: Uh-uh-uh. Not so fast.

Jirou: Oh yeah? Try and stop me!

[Jirou breezes past Juuto.]

Juuto: Urgh!

Jirou: Aimono! Passing it to you!

Juushi: Oh gosh... Um... L-let's hope all my training pays off! Oof! Hrgh! Haah!

Jirou: Hey! Yumeno's open!

Juushi: Got it!

Gentarou: Hup! Ha ha... The enemy shall rue the day the ball e'er fell into my possession.

Riou: Not so fast.

[Riou plows into Gentarou, and Gentarou stumbles.]

Gentarou: Ouch!

Riou: Samatoki! Pass!

Samatoki: Got it!

Jirou: Aw, shit-- Fall back to the goal!

Samatoki: Yeah, you'd better run! Take...that!

[The soccer ball swishes into the net, and the whistle blows.]

Juushi: Oh, drat. That's 1-0 against us...

Samatoki: Booyah!

Gentarou: So, too, shall my allies rue the day the ball e'er fell into my possession.

Jirou: Quit yapping and get back into position!

Gentarou: What's the magic word? ...Oh, never mind. Very well...

[Time elapses. The whistle blows again.]

Jirou: It all comes down to this. I wanna see you play like your life depends on it. Now let's go!

Juushi: Right behind you!

Gentarou: Well, as long as it's only like our lives depend on it, I'm sure I'll manage somehow.

Jirou: Eat...this!

Riou: Not on my watch.

Jirou: Heh. Get lost!

[Jirou swoops past Riou.]

Riou: What the--

[Juuto pops up in front of Jirou.]

Jirou: Whoa!

[Samatoki and Riou close in on either side.]

Juuto: Playtime's over, little boy. You'll never get past all three of us.

Samatoki: Three-vee-one ain't right, but all's fair in love and soccer.

Jirou: Heh. I'd like to see you try 'n stop me.

[Jirou squeezes past Samatoki and Juuto.]

Juuto: Wha--

Samatoki: The hell--

Jirou: Aimono! It's all on you!

Juushi: I'm on it!

Jirou: Quit dribblin' and shoot! You're open!

Juushi: Okay! Here I...go!

[The ball flies through the air and...hits the post.]

Juushi: The post?!

[It rebounds, sails through the air, and beans Gentarou on the head.]

Gentarou: Ow!

[The ball drops and rolls a few paces. The whistle blows.]

Jirou: Dude, you did it! Awesome header.

Juushi: Thank you for the assist!

Gentarou: Ah, but of course. I knew if I stood right here, I would intercept the ball's trajectory perfectly. Really, it was almost too simple.

Juuto: He says, taking credit for a complete coincidence...

[Time passes, and it is now evening.]

Jirou: Ahh! Nothing feels better'n winning a game.

Juushi: You're telling me. I feel like I'm walking on air.

Gentarou: After seeing the shattered looks on the opponents' faces, I, too, am enjoying a metaphorical stroll through the skies. A pity I didn't have a camera on me.

Jirou: You're one sick bastard...

Juushi: Now, now. Be nice to him. He worked hard and helped us win, didn't he?

Gentarou: Yes, and with that out of the way... Shall we now turn to musical pursuits?

[The scene cuts to the trio walking into a practice room.]

Gentarou: My, my. I've never been in a practice studio before. Amazing how much equipment one can cram into such a small space.

Jirou: Damn, the whole band showed up? You guys didn't have to...

Bandmate 1: Nah, no worries, dude.

Bandmate 2: We gotta have the full crew if we're gonna put on a show.

Gentarou: Well, I, for one, appreciate it.

Juushi: All righty. Time's a-wasting, so let's get started. You've...listened to the set list, I hope?

Jirou: Yup. Heard every song!

Gentarou: I even took the liberty of composing accompanying lyrics for us guest artists.

Jirou: Well, I'm ready when you are. Let's get cracking!

Juushi: All right. Let's go!

[Music begins to play. Time passes.]

Juushi: You guys were incredible! I mean, I shouldn't have expected anything less. You've been in the DRB and all...

Gentarou: I must say, I never imagined rapping with live performers would be so entertaining an experience.

Jirou: Yeah! That was tight.

Bandmate 1: Aight, I'm gonna step out for a smoke.

Bandmate 2: Same.

Juushi: Okay! See you in a bit.

[The bandmates step out.]

Jirou: Man, you guys are hella good at guitar. Makes all my practice look like nothin'! Maybe I should take up drumming instead. Can't be more to it than bashing a coupla sticks around, right?

Gentarou: I should imagine it's quite a bit harder than that, really.

Juushi: Do you want to try it and see?

Jirou: I'd love to. You wanna show me what to do?

Gentarou: I'd appreciate a lesson as well, if you're offering.

Juushi: Oh, I'm not a drummer myself. I just know a few of the basics. Here, let me teach you the 8-beat rhythm.

[Juushi walks over to the drum kit and plays a simple beat with obvious enjoyment.]

Jirou: You call that basic? Nah, dude. You're rocking it!

Gentarou: Marvelously done.

Juushi: Aww, shucks. But you should see how the pros play.

Gentarou: What did you say this was called? The 8-beat rhythm? How does it go?

Juushi: Well, let's see. You're going to alternate between the hi-hat on one side and the snare on the other. You want a tat-tat-tat-tat rhythm! Meanwhile, you're counting out a bum...bum... rhythm with the kick pedal.

Gentarou: ...Ah. I feel most...illuminated. Well, I shan't know how it works until I try. [Gentarou plugs away at the drums arrhythmically.] This is wretchedly difficult. I don't feel the least bit coordinated.

Juushi: Everyone struggles with it at first.

Jirou: Lemme have a go at it.

Gentarou: By all means.

Jirou: So it goes like this, right? [Jirou, obviously enjoying himself, manages the rhythm more or less.]

Juushi: Wow! You're a natural.

Jirou: This is kinda fun!

Juushi: Next time, you should try a fill. I think you'll really like it.

Jirou: Hell yeah. Just show me what to do.

Gentarou: At least those two are enjoying themselves. Meanwhile, I seem to be as devoid of musical ability as I am of its athletic counterpart...

[Time passes. The scene cuts to a concert dressing room. Juushi, Gentarou, and Jirou are kitted out in goth V-kei costumes and makeup.]

Juushi: You two look great!

Gentarou: We certainly make a strong impression.

Jirou: I feel kinda bad that you went all out on us for just a one-time thing. All these doodads must've cost a fortune.

Juushi: Oh, don't look at me! Mr. Yumeno went out and bought all of it.

Gentarou: It was the least I could do after your kind tutelage.

Jirou: Hey, thanks! Now, who's ready to go out there and rock out?

Gentarou: Me, certainly. What started out as writing research has morphed into quite the fun personal endeavor.

[The door opens, and in walks Ichirou, Saburou, Ramuda, Dice, Kuukou, and Hitoya.]

Ichirou: Hey, Jirou!

Saburou: Guess who came to watch your show?

Jirou: Yo, for real? You're the best!

Ichirou: Nice outfit. Is that eyeliner?

Jirou: Yeah. I, uh, kinda don't know how I feel about it...

Saburou: Really? I think it's cool.

Ramuda: Ooh! Your clothes are sooooo cute. You were born to be goth!

Gentarou: Why, thank you.

Dice: I skipped a boat race to come watch you, so this had better be good!

Gentarou: Oh, heavens. You needn't have bothered. I'm sure I can't possibly compete with a boat for your attention.

Kuukou: Yo, Juushster. How's it hangin'?

Hitoya: Hey. I was working in the area and thought I'd stop by.

Juushi: Aww, thank you! I appreciate you both coming out all this way.

Kuukou: Wouldn't've missed it for the world. So, what's up with the back-up singers? Kind of a weird crowd you're running with.

Juushi: You can say that again. I have to admit, I was a little nervous at first. But we practiced hard, and I'm sure we'll do ourselves proud!

Hitoya: Knock 'em dead, kid.

Juushi: We will! I just hope you like it.

[Scene cuts to the stage amid screaming fans.]

Juushi: And for our final escapade, I summon to the stage two beings of darkness. Presenting...

Gentarou: ...summoned by the cthonian call of this most eldritch of ensembles--'tis I, creature of chaos, master of malice, weaver of wonders and producer of phantasms--the illustrious G Yumeno!

Jirou: Bruh.

Gentarou: When in Rome, do as the Romans do. And as we happen to be Goths, why not sack it?

Jirou: I'm...not doing that. Hey, all! I'm, uh, Jirou...from Ikebukuro! Thanks for having me!

[The crowd cheers.]

Juushi: Come, mine children! To the last dance!

Gentarou: Yes, pray lose thyselves in the siren song of our sylven symphonies.

Jirou: ...What he said! We're gonna rap your socks off!

[Time elapses. The crowd cheers once more at the end of the song.]

Juushi: Alas, the time has come. The full moon stands poised over the horizon, ready to slip into obscurity once more. We, too, must break from this bacchanal and prepare to depar--

Kuukou: Yo, hold up!

[Kuukou runs through the crowd and leaps onstage. Bad Ass Temple Funky Sounds begins to play.]

Juushi: Kuukou?! You're not allowed up here!

Kuukou: Yeah, and? Y'all're killing it with these songs. Now we're gonna join in and do one of our own!

Gentarou: Dare I ask who is this "we"?

Kuukou: All's y'alls! Hitoya! Ichirou! Sabs and the Shibuya crew! Get your asses up here!

[The rest of the cast scrambles up on stage.]

Ichirou: Haha! Now how's that for an entrance?

Saburou: Too bad we don't get costumes...

Hitoya: Y'know what? Going along with Kuukou's harebrained ideas every once in a while won't kill me.

Ramuda: Whatever keeps the party going!

Dice: Yeah! Let's end this thing on a high note!

Juushi: Ah ha. Ah ha ha. Yes, just...highjack the show, why don't you...

Gentarou: Well, it'll certainly make for a memorable concert.

Jirou: Yeah, man. Nine of the world's best rappers in one show? This is gonna be awesome.

Juushi: I guess you're right... All right. [Juushi clears his throat and gets into character] Behold, the finest assemblage of musical savants the world has e'er seen! The stuff of legends! Are we ready, gentlemen?

Gentarou: Most assuredly.

Saburou and Jirou: Yup!

Ramuda: You know it!

Dice, Ichirou, and Hitoya: Sure are.

Kuukou: Hell yes I am! Let's kick ass!

[Fade to black.]

[Final shot of Juushi, Gentarou, and Jirou chibis on stage.]

Juushi: And for our final escapade, I summon to the stage two beings of darkness. Presenting...

Gentarou: ...creature of chaos, master of malice, weaver of wonders and producer of phantasms--the illustrious G Yumeno!

Jirou: I'm, uh, Jirou...from Ikebukuro! Thanks for having me!

#peam.... arb i wasnt aware of ur game

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