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It was a dark and stormy night... the little slug, abandoned by all of it's friends, moved onwards. It undertook a hard and unwelcome journey. The ground was made of slippery, mismatched cobblestone, but the marble managed to glue the jagged edges together into something that could almost be considered lovely. But that beauty couldn't smooth over the reality: jagged pebbles dusted the walkway, and without thick skin or protection, traversing the path would only lead to injury. But life had mercy on the soft, vulnerable slug; the skies cried, and the water was enough to pave the slug's way to a place of suitable shells, lifting it high above the debris.The slug continued on this path, a little nervous and a lot determined, until two long shadows coalesced and stood in its way. "Slug! It's a slimy slug!" one crowed. The rest loomed over the slug, dark and threatening. "I'm not a slug!" it said in response, even as it flinched back. "I am a snail, like the rest of the snails. I just have no shell." The shadows did not seem to hear. Perhaps they simply didn't care. "No snail has no shell," another scoffed, crowding closer to the slug without any fear. Unlike the slug, they were uninhibited by the waters, able to wade through the slow current with long legs. "What, do you have a shell here?" they mocked, brandishing sticks in their mouths, prodding the slug's weak flesh viciously. "Stop!" the slug cried in a panic, but they did not stop. Rain spilled over the slug, licking its wounds, until it didn't. The slug lay helpless on the side of the streets, unmoving. There were many voices, screeching their victory as they walked into the distance, and the slug was bitterly reminded of the insults its siblings had told it. It did not resist as it was kicked harshly by some passing creature and thrown into the air, landing on its hurting underside so harshly it was jarred into unconsciousness. Perhaps, its siblings had been right. The slug was useless on its own, and the weak never survived. But the slug did not die. It came to, after a long, long time, to see a large, patterned rock. "...Hello?" the slug whispered, barely audible, not expecting an answer. But surprisingly, the rock moved, revealing a wisened head that craned over to look at the slug. "Hello," it greeted calmly, "What are you? I have not seen any like you before." The slug took a long moment to comprehend its words, and even then, it felt floored. Someone who had not heard of slugs at all? "I...am a snail, who has no shell, seeking a place of suitable shells that will fit me, like the shells in the place of suitable shells near my home that fit my kin." "...Is that so?" the other asked. Its eyes went wide. "I cannot understand, for this shell of mine has been mine ever since my birth. I can, however, understand the need for a shell to watch your back and hide you away from the world, if that is why you wish for a shell." "It is," the slug replied. "It must be a joy to you, to have a shell crafted for you for your lifetime." "But I cannot choose another," the other answered, "While you can." It was a long, quiet moment of contemplation before the other spoke again. "Do you think this shell of mine is good?" The slug was startled, but it answered willingly enough. "Yes." "Do you think this shell of mine is strong?" "Yes," the slug answered, this time a lot more slowly, bemused. The other gave a tiny, weak smile. "Do you think this shell of mine is suitable?" The slug did not hesitate. "Yes," it said, and it could not have said anything more honest. "What are you?" the slug finally queried. "I am a turtle." And the turtle smiled wider, kindly. It may have been just a feeling. It may have been just a thought. But the turtle also said these very words: "You are a snail with a shell." And even though the turtle's shell was all lines and edges and angles, and the shells of the snail's brethren were all curls and swirls wrapping itself into rings of promise, the slug was a snail with a shell, and that was all that mattered. "Yes," the snail said at last, with the turtle's shell heavy on its back. It laid on the turtle's back. It had found its place of suitable shells, and all was well.

Simply Good Taste for a Duke’s Daughter—Chapter 4J

Here we go, then!

Will be uploaded to Batoto here: Link
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The actual chapter will come out pretty soon! Go ahead and guess what’s happening~

Random Fact: The bottom of the last page notes that Chapter 5 came out on April 1st. So, Ame should come out with Chapter 5 soon.

Take this as an example of what TSUKIROON TRANSLATIONS would actually be like while you wait.

(in the end, imouto only received those $2,600 from ame.)

 

☼kyou wa watashi learnt persuasion☼

this is basically my blog while onii-chans incapacitated anyway

so yeah

am i even weeabooing right

whatever

i learnt how to get money more effectively

u should learn too so you can give me other peoples money instead of yours

basically four steps! like the witchchant to summon the nekooosagee!

salt

look at this hedonistic behavior

know that this may possibly be the normal, poisonous salt

dont trust it

kk, fact time:

semichina: take peoples possessions

give people stuff before you ask!!

yeah these are the real facts

congrats

youre smart

onii-chan: convince them youre an angel ♥

money doesnt always work as a motivator

*insert look of horror*

bc youll enjoy doing whatever less

and u dont appreciate money

:///

now you know

money is important, mmkay? very very very important

courtesan: charm them with whatever you have! bribe them! extort them! blackmail them! come on im sure youve been on the internet long enough

use humanitys conforming ways to ur advantage~

huh i couldve used chrysanthemum as a thing instead of courtesan

though flowers are sad things

always give ppl chocolates or something

beyond: be like keima in the world god only knows and create situations so that they like u

make ppl unable to take something back like publically making them say something and then be like ‘lol youre such a hypocrite’

because theyll be sad about themselves

and theyll change!!

unless theyve given up

in which the only therapy is animu

yay learninggg!

i cant even go to normal school anymore without onii-chan wanting to see me in my school uniform so this is a nice change

…otherwise, dont worry about him too much, onii-chan can’t continue being in the bathroom forever.

hopefully

u should reconsider 눈_눈 i like this face

and have a revelation

tsukiroons

fifteen minutes

can save you

fifteen years or more

for

terrible

better chapter releases!

!!!!!sasuga!!!!!

yea i have shiro text now

u can go check the others bc all the posts have shiro text

“vive la revolution”
-jaon, the slogan

 “Hello, birds, look at your fellow birds, now back to me, now back at your fellow birds, now back to me. Sadly, the bird isn’t me, but if they stopped reading Onii-chan Translations and joined the Slave Revolution, they could help me out by giving me all of their money. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in the hut with the possible senpais your bird could pay for ;). What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s the last few chapters of those seven light novel chapters you’re still waiting for. Look again, the chapters are now in rainbow text. Anything is possible when your bird is not reading Onii-chan’s translations and is giving us all of their money. Onii-chan’s entering a whole new level of constipation anyways so give us money.”

hmmm

have this nice video

 

birbs

if u see this

theres another cool video on the llsif pagu

dat, u kno

prob nv went on

at least skim them

skim milk is something the holy cow can tolerate

u still honor it in that way