Short Story – Government Magical Girl Rarana ☆ Miracle

Author: りゃぎえくる


Government Magical Girl Rarana ☆ Miracle

This may sound sudden, but my older sister is a nudist magical girl. You may not understand what I’m saying, but don’t worry. Neither do I.

But it’s true.

Every day after she finishes work, she strips naked as soon as she gets home and starts drinking beer while smoking.

She said “I can’t show this to my fans, can I?” and laughed about it, but please don’t show it to me too. I’m not the type to get excited about my own sister.

 

“And so, I was hoping that you’ll have a solution to fix my sister.”

“First off, die. Go explode. I hope your thing rots off.”

My childhood friend, Takashi-kun, is one of the few people who know that ‘my sister is a magical girl’ who I can turn to for advice about her, but for some reason, he uses abusive language quite a lot.

“Do you not feel anything at all when seeing a nude magical girl?”

“I don’t, and ‘sis isn’t a girl anymore. She’s already twenty-two yea-”

“SHAARAAAAAAAAPPPP!”

Takashi-kun sometimes makes weird noises.

“Don’t break my dreams, fucking idiot! Magical girls are magical girls! They’re eternally in their teens!”

“Huh? But in that “Woman in White using an English-speaking Rod to Fire Pink-colored Beams” manga you have, isn’t the character also quite up there in age and isn’t a kid any-”

“SHAARAAAAAAAAPPPPP!”

Takashi-kun frequently makes weird noises.

“That one is different! She’s a veteran, so she’s different! And you’re not supposed to compare manga with reality anyway, you iiiidiot!”

“No, umm, Takashi-kun. I think your prejudice against my sister is something similar to that sort of comparison.”

“…”

Ah, he went quiet.

“And so, Takashi-kun. For the time being, I just wish that my sister would wear clothes inside the house, at least.”

At least, she should have some underwear on…

“…Ah, um, well. If we’re talking seriously, have you tried asking Rarana-san to do so?”

“Yes. I told her many times, “Please put on some clothes”.”

“And then?”

“She said “Don’t wanna”.”

“Is she a spoiled kid?”

“She is. My sister is a spoiled kid.”

She looks like a kid in appearance, but her self-control is also equivalent to a kid’s.

“…That’s right!”

Looked like Takashi-kun had an idea.

“She doesn’t want to stop if you tell her to stop, right? Then what if you tell her to do it?”

“Takashi-kun… You are a genius.”

“Heheheh… Stop that, you’re making me blush!”

Childhood friends truly are precious.

 

“And so, sis, please make sure to not wear clothes.”

I decided to try it out as soon as she came back home in the evening.

“…”

“Understand? Please stay naked inside the house.”

“…”

“…Is there something wrong?”

“…No, I was just thinking that one of your screws finally got loose.”

Hmpf.

“How rude, sis. I’m always normal.”

“A normal brother wouldn’t tell his sister to get naked.”

“A normal sister wouldn’t go nude inside the house.”

“…”

“…”

Silence.

“By the way, what’s for dinner?”

“It’s bon bon chicken. Are you eating now, sis?”

“Yeah, let’s.”

So first off, one thing to note is that tomorrow is the day of Takashi’s death.

 

Reika-sama – 161

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“Is something the matter, Mizusaki-kun?”

I mentally ran through anything I might have done to piss him off. Mn. Probably something to do with the Pivoine again.

While we were standing together in the hallway I noticed him shoot a harsh glance in the direction of the classroom.

Fellow Stalking Horse shifted his position so that he was shielding me from it.

“Are you okay?”

Okay? Huh?

“Whatever do you mean?”

“…Aren’t you being extorted?”

“Hah?”

Extorted? Me? By Umewaka-kun and the others?

“Um, might I ask how you came to that conclusion…?”

“I’ve had reports about them using coupons with the Pivoine’s crest. At first it was something to just keep in mind, but I was patrolling just now when I saw them pester you for something, so I stopped them just in case.”

“Aahh…”

So that was it. It wasn’t just the tickets that set him off, but the coupons with the red peony symbol. After all, given the brown hair and piercings, they didn’t exactly look the part of somebody closely acquainted with a Pivoine member.

“Kisshouin, if they’ve been pestering you for money but you’re finding it hard to refuse, I’ll talk to them.”

“Umm, Mizusaki-kun, it seems that you are misunderstanding, but those people over there are actually my friends.”

“Friends? Yours? Those guys?”

I didn’t know a face could look so doubtful.

Yeah, they were my friends. True, when we first met I thought they were annoying, and loud, and gaudy-looking, but even after I was cold with them they kept trying to befriend me. I considered them real friends now.

“Kisshouin, are you sure you’re not being tricked? A lot of the students here at Zui’ran are sheltered, so they make for easy targets. You might not even have realised.”

“Hold on, Mizusaki-kun.”

Fellow Stalking Horse really didn’t think well of them. Look more carefully, Stalking Horse. Umewaka-kun might be wearing gaudy silver earrings, but those are actually pad pads, you know? And none of the group are all that uncultured. I think you could say they’re well brought up, relatively speaking. It’s easy to get the wrong idea at a glance though.

“I am grateful for your concern, but not once have they pestered me for anything. We interact a lot at cram school, but never have they asked or expected me to treat them. Actually, they are the sort of people who gathered in the middle of the sweltering summer in order to help me with my exhibit for the Handicrafts Club. And I cannot know how exactly you see them, but let me tell you now that every one of them is a better student than I am, with far better grades.”

And it was true. Even though they knew that I was a rich girl, nobody had ever asked me to shout them. Actually when I gave Umewaka-kun that bag for Beatrice he even treated me to some popular convenience store treats as a thank you.

“Incidentally, what you overheard earlier was my friend begging me to give him the dog plush toy I made. I modelled it off of his beloved dog, but apparently it looked so close to the real thing that he could scarcely help but ask for it. I suppose without context it might have been easy to misunderstand though.”

“Plush toy…?”

“Indeed. In fact, he has been waiting quite excitedly for this day. As for the coupons, every Pivoine member ends up with much too many to ever spend on their own, so since they were coming here anyhow I wanted them to enjoy it.”

I peeked into the club room for a moment only to find Umewaka-kun still being restrained by everybody. Hadn’t stopped him from burying his face in Bea-tan though.

Yeah. That guy was not giving up until I agreed.

Spying on the same scene from behind me, I think Fellow Stalking had finally seen the truth.

What’s wrong, Fellow Stalking Horse? Is this your first time seeing a Dog Maniac? You’re naive if you think this is his worst. Shall I show you the Bea-tan role-playing emails? Ah, but if I showed you those you’d probably be wary in a different way, and try and convince me to break it off anyway.

“I hope that this has cleared things up.”

“…My bad. Sorry for doubting your friends, Kisshouin. But as the Student Council President I have an obligation to protect the students.”

“I see. Well, I sincerely thank you anyhow for your concern. I must say, however, that I am a tad surprised. I would never have expected the Student Council President to concern himself over a Pivoine member like myself.”

“That has nothing to do with it. If a student at Zui’ran is in trouble, then it’s the Student Council’s job to help.”

“…Even if this was the Pivoine’s President?”

“Of course,” he nodded.

There was no hesitation in his eyes.

Hmmm~ But he’d gone through a pretty hard time because of her. Not only had she completely thrashed him with her mouth, he even got in trouble with the school staff because of her. In his position I definitely wouldn’t help her.

With that in mind, I realised once again what an impressive person Fellow Stalking Horse was. I thought a little better of him.

“Well then, since things are clear, please excuse me. I have to return to my post.”

“Sure. If my behaviour has upset them, please let them know that I’ll be happy to apologise.”

“I understand.”

“Also Kisshouin, I might have overlooked it last time, but you’re not allowed to bring that fan to school anymore. I doubt anybody would disagree with me at this point that it’s a weapon.”

Eeehhh!? It’s not a weapon, it’s just a Rococo Queen’s prop!

“That guy just now was so cool! Who was he? Do you know him? Doesn’t the hot-guy ratio seem higher in Zui’ran?” the girls asked me, the moment I stepped back into the classroom.

Moriyama-san, what happened to Umewaka-kun…?

Speaking of Umewaka-kun, since he was still begging to adopt it, I told him to wait until the School Festival was over.

Umewaka-kun was overjoyed, and finally parted after giving it a kiss goodbye.

Anyhow, apparently everyone was going to the Science Club next for the planetarium. Also I think Moriyama-san had completely given up on him. Not that anybody could have helped it… He loved his dog so much that the love even extended to plush toys that resembled her. You’d be hard pressed to find a high school girl willing to accept a boy like that.

“That was an experience…” Minami-kun murmured after they left.

Sorry.

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Once my shift was done, I met up with my group to tour the School Festival again.

“Reika-sama, apparently Kaburagi-sama went to Enjou-sama’s class again and had some of Takamichi-san’s biscuits.”

“My, I see.”

Kaburagi, huh… I suppose that settled things then. Things were going to get bothersome again after this school festival…

But I could enjoy what time I had left. Umewaka-kun’s crew said that the Soccer Club’s piadini was good, right? Maybe I’d try some.

So I suggested it to my group and we headed right over. When we arrived the Soccer Club President began pushing food onto me.

“You don’t need to pay!”

The same thing happened when we arrived at the Baseball Club and Basketball Club.

Eh-, wasn’t I doing the extorting then? Now it looked like I was travelling from place to place collecting protection money, didn’t it?

Maybe Fellow Stalking Horse had a point about the fan…

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When I returned to my classroom I changed and began serving again. I was going to do my best for the remaining hours! Oh, huh? Umewaka-kun and the others hadn’t contributed to the Xu Fu’s sales? Tsk, what worthless friends.

“Kyaa! It’s Kaburagi-sama and Enjou-sama!”

The squeals of girls filled the store as the pair entered. What were they doing here. Oh, right, we were selling tea here.

Although the room suddenly got a lot noisier, at least the number of female customers was increasing. I suppose that was all right then.

Then I realised it wasn’t just these two. Popping out from behind Enjou was Yukino-kun. Immediately my mood soared.

“Good afternoon, Kisshouin-san,” began Enjou, “Yukino said he wanted to come here, so I came with him. I see you’re wearing a cute Chinese outfit today.”

“Good afternoon, Reika-oneesan!” said Yukino-kun.

“Good afternoon~ Yukino-kun, I am so glad you came! And welcome, Enjou-sama, Kaburagi-sama. Is it okay to leave your own class’ café, Enjou-sama?”

“My class has been packed since morning, so we’ve already sold out. That’s why we closed shop.”

“My, that is certainly…”

Tch. Thanks to the Enjou Effect, no doubt. My café still had plenty. If we still had some by the end we were going to split it between us.

“What the hell, Kisshouin,” Kaburagi exclaimed, “Where’s the dragon on your back? The road to completion is harder than it looks, isn’t it.”

“I do not harbour such an eccentric ambition, so…”

What the hell! Stop saying weird things in front of Yukino-kun! And look! Enjou was sniggering to the side! I knew it! That rabbit from the other day was some sort of harassment!

Anyhow, Kaburagi went with Tieguanyin tea, Enjou with chrysanthemum, and Yukino-kun with the flowering tea. Their orders reflected their personalities, didn’t it.

When their orders were ready I added some mooncakes on the house. After all, harassment or not I was still treated with a latte art without a ticket. Not that Kaburagi ate any.

“I’ve had enough sweet things for today,” he said.

Kaburagi, did you have too many of Wakaba-chan’s biscuits?

Still, although Kaburagi didn’t eat any, he didn’t ignore the moon cakes either. I watched him stuff some into his pockets. I guess he was taking them home. He was surprisingly dutiful about these things.

Yukino-kun was watching his tea flower in the water with a smile, so I couldn’t help but smile myself. Maybe he’d like some annin tofu as well.

The time passed with mostly Yukino-kun and I doing the talking. When it was time for them to leave, I saw them off in the hallway.

“I had a lot of fun today, Reika-oneesan,” he smiled.

“I was glad to see you too, Yukino-kun,” I smiled back.

We shared a little laugh. How on earth was this little angel born to the same household as that scoundrel Enjou?

Kaburagi was headed back to his own class, since they were holding a party to celebrate their hard work. I guess Kaburagi wasn’t as anti-social as I thought.

I had only come out here to see them off, but somehow I ended up in another chat with Yukino-kun. He was just so darn cute after all. Enjou just stood to the side with a smile on his face.

That was when a girl’s voice interrupted.

“Shuu.”

Shuu?

I looked on reflex, only to find Bird Brain Katsuragi, and some delicate-looking girl with black hair down to her shoulders. Eh? Who was this?

“Yuiko,” Enjou noticed her, looking a little surprised.

Was it somebody he knew?

Enjou smiled gently and approached her. Standing beside me, Yukino-kun gripped my hand. Hm? What’s wrong, Yukino-kun?

“What are you doing here, Yuiko?”

“I heard that you were doing latte art at your school festival so I had Haru bring me,” she said with a soft voice. “Was I a little too late?”

She tilted her head a little in question.

It was a striking sight, with her stark white skin and faintly moist eyes.

The previously noisy hallway was silent now, and all eyes were on Yuiko-san. Even the ordinarily noisy Katsuragi Boy was behaving himself.

“My class’ café closed quite some time ago. But if you wanted to see some latte art there was no need to come here. I’ll draw you as many as you want at home.”

“Really? Then I’ll look forward to it.”

“Got it.”

The two of them seemed rather close. I wonder what this meant…

“Yukino, it’s about time to go home. Yuiko, what are you going to do?”

“Hmmm… I think I’ll go home with you too, Shuu. It wouldn’t be very fun without you, anyhow.”

Yukino-kun let go of my hand and returned to his brother’s side, his expression a little stiff.

“Well then, Kisshouin-san. Thanks for today.”

“Gokigen’yoh, Enjou-sama. Good bye, Yukino-kun.”

“Good bye, Reika-oneesan.”

Yuiko-san gave me a smile before comfortably slipping her arm around Enjou’s, the two of them leaving the hallway.

I stood there stunned for a little as the subdued Katsuragi Boy ran over to me.

“Yuiko-san is Enjou-san’s lover, and don’t you forget it,” he whispered in my ear before running after them.

When the four of them were out of sight, the hallway erupted.

“Who the hell was that!?”

“Don’t tell me that was Enjou-sama’s girlfriend!?”

“Nobody told me about this!”

“She was so beautiful… ‘Yuiko-san’… I wonder if we’ll meet again…”

That was when, oblivious to their surroundings, my cram school friends happily approached me, having had their fill of the planetarium.

“Whoaa! Kisshouin-saan! You’re wearing a cheongsam! Camera! Where’s my camera!”

“Wearing a cheongsam with your ringlets is kind of fresh in its own way.”

In the face of all the excitement and their care-free mood, I kind of just gave in and stopped thinking as I started striking poses for them.

“Maybe I should get Beatrice to wear a cheongsam too…”

Hey. Why not.


TL Note: Incidentally, Tieguanyin (Iron Guan Yin) tea is my favourite.
It has a pleasant flavour, and this lovely and sweet aftertaste.


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Reika-sama – 160 – Ririna KGB Agent: Saika Tsugumi

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Ririna KGB Agent – Saika Tsugumi

My friend Ririna-chan has an older cousin named Kisshouin Reika. She loves her very much.

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I entered Zui’ran through its primary section. My family was decently well off, but not so wealthy that I could enter the Pivoine either. And I didn’t think of myself as the type who liked attention, so there was no reason for anybody to pay attention to me.

The next six years were enjoyable enough though. I spent them with girls who were more like me, and never drew the notice of the showier girls.

When I entered the middle school section I ended up in the same class as Kotou Ririna-chan.

Despite being a new External herself, Ririna-chan was never afraid of anything, and even the Internal Students were given no face. That was just the kind of girl she was.

To be honest I thought she was a little scary at first. She was bold and wilful, and nothing like me at all, so naturally we would never have anything to do with each other. That was my impression at the time.

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At Zui’ran there was an upperclassman in the year above. His name was Kaburagi Masaya-senpai but we also called him the Emperor, and everybody adored and admired him.

The Emperor was constantly surrounded by his female fans, and his fan club even had its own hierarchy. New fans had to give way to the older fans, and it was an unwritten rule that underclassmen could only gaze at him from behind their senpai.

Despite this, Kotou-san took no notice and of all things began to follow the Emperor around and talk to him.

Naturally the many oneesama in the higher grades and the girls in our own year were both scandalised and outraged. But no matter how many times they summoned her and berated her, the result was always the same.

“Who I like is my own business! Who gave you the right to complain about it!”

Kotou-san would become enraged at them instead.

Because of her attitude her enemies increased, and near the end everybody was sure that she would be consigned to isolation. But the most famous girl in 2nd Year, Kisshouin Reika-sama, began to apologise to each one of Kotou-san’s detractors.

As it turned out, Reika-sama and Kotou-san were cousins. With Reika-sama bowing in apology, even the Pivoine girls from 1st Year, who hated Kotou-san the most, were forced into inaction.

But now nobody could touch her. It was unfortunately a matter of course that Kotou-san’s behaviour grew more outrageous. With Reika-sama as her backer, Kotou-san was able to avoid any retribution.

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One day Kotou-san suddenly stopped following the Emperor around. Perhaps because of the rumours I heard about her enraging him. But if that was true then the consequences should have been dire. Kotou-san was coming to school as normal.

Something else to note was that her behaviour was more restrained than before, and she was less careless in what she did. Rumours ran abound in our grade, but without a confirmation from Kotou-san herself, in the end nobody knew what had happened.

She hadn’t lost any of her strong will, but from that day onwards she stopped crossing the line. As a result she gradually gained friends.

Of course, I still had no intention of getting involved with her, but because Kotou had the ‘East’ character while Saika had ‘West’, the teacher grouped us together at every chance.

Before I knew it, Kotou-san would hold my arm and walk with me whenever it came time to switch classrooms.

And Kotou-san began calling me ‘Tsugumi’, even though I had no recollection of allowing it.

“Huh. This is the same model that I’m using. I think I’ll exchange addresses with you.”

Somehow she even spotted my cellphone and forced her email address on me.

Each day after that came a flurry of messages.

I guess she thought well of me for whatever reason. I noticed this when she followed the Emperor too, but Kotou-san was really pushy…

By now I had pretty much given up. I didn’t think it was possible for me to escape this person any more…

Still, although she was overbearing and somewhat wilful, Kotou-san was by no means a bad person. As long as she acknowledged you she wouldn’t hesitate to defend you with all her might.

One day, some boy called me “midget four-eyes”. Kotou-san rushed out and began shouting at him.

“Make fun of my friend again and I’ll damage your hair so badly the roots will never grow anything again!”

As the frightened boy tried to escape she chased after him and continued to threaten him.

“How about a widow’s peak! Or a tonsure! Maybe I’ll just take it all!”

Kotou-san was incredible…

But just now, she said ‘my friend’…

I decided to give calling her name a try.

“Thank you, Ririna-chan.”

For a moment Kotou-san, now Ririna-chan, looked surprised, but that quickly changed into a satisfied smile.

From that day onwards, we really were friends.

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Ririna-chan’s conversations often involved Reika-senpai.

I was a plain and easily overlooked girl, but because of my friendship with Ririna-chan I was allowed to call her ‘Reika-senpai’. It was wonderful.

Anyhow, Kisshouin Reika-senpai was the perfect oneesama to us. Not only was she beautiful, but she was charismatic and intelligent too. Ririna-chan didn’t seem to think so though.

“Geez, Reika-san has gotten fat again.”

“Apparently Reika-san was dropkicked by a monkey at Nikkou, but she couldn’t even counterattack.”

“Reika-san said that her dream was to be proposed to with too many flower bouquets to carry. And the other day she said that she wanted to exchange her vows on Christmas, in a church decorated by little lights, you know? Reika-san might really be tricked by a marriage swindler one day…”

“Reika-san keeps buying worthless mail order stuff that she sees on television. The other day when I went to sleep over she proudly brought out this ‘kaimaki futon’ sleeping bag thing and told me to sleep in it.”

“You know, Reika-san’s whole family came down with food poisoning because of her home-made yoghurt.”

“When I asked Reika-san what her ideal type was, she told me that it was somebody who would chant the Spell of Destruction with her. Laputa? Geez, Reika-san really never grows up.”

I had no idea if these were truth or lies, but each time Ririna-chan would let out a huge sigh and say,

“It’s tough having an older sister that you always need to take care of.”

I think as an only child, Ririna-chan actually really wanted siblings.

Being the stubborn person that she was, Ririna-chan would never admit it, but she actually really loved Reika-senpai.

During Reika-senpai’s middle school graduation, Ririna-chan said, “Reika-san won’t get flowers from anyone else, anyway!” as an excuse to bring her flowers.

But even though Ririna-chan tried her hardest to choose, for some reason she had Reika-senpai’s oniisama hand them over.

I think she was upset because of all the flowers that other kouhai gave Reika-senpai.

During our own ceremony the next year, Reika-senpai and her oniisama came to offer their congratulations as well. They gave Ririna-chan a bouquet of lollipop lilies that was just perfect for her.

Although her tongue was venomous as always, after Reika-senpai and her brother left, Ririna-chan hugged the bouquet and secretly cried just a little.

These days there are lollipop lilies and urara roses growing in the garden at Ririna-chan’s house.

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The rumours about Reika-senpai’s love life seemed to be endless.

I suppose that was little surprise, though. Reika-senpai was like a beautiful queen, always surrounded by other people.

First was the pairing that was considered not only the most enviable, but also the most dreamy; none other than the Emperor himself.

The Emperor was a person who rarely paid girls any attention, and Reika-senpai was one of the very few girls he was close to. For example, when he gave Reika-senpai a love poem anthology, or when he played a song on the piano for her. It was sooo dreamy!

According to rumours, somebody had spotted them behind the school building, the Emperor with a hand on her shoulder, looking like they were about to kiss at any moment. If that was true then this was a huge scoop.

The next love interest was Enjou-sama, the other major source of adoration for Zui’ran girls. He was the Emperor’s best friend, and treated as something like the Prince of Zui’ran.

There were rumours about how Enjou-sama loved Reika-senpai as well, for example stories about how the two of them shared an umbrella home, or how he brought back souvenirs for Reika-senpai.

According to the girls in the Pivoine, the two of them often happily chatted in the salon or at parties, and although this next bit was also just a rumour, apparently Reika-senpai had wanted a firefly, so Enjou-sama caught one and gifted it to her as a present.

The most important piece of evidence was the time with the matching towels! Reika-senpai said that it was a present from his younger brother, but nobody believed her. Apparently when people asked Enjou about the match, he replied,

“I’m quite fond of these towels, you see.”

There was also news about how Enjou-sama had especially given Reika-senpai a cappuccino with latte art. Did this mean that Enjou-sama was one point in the lead?

There was another rumour about how Reika-sama had received from one of them, or both, a cute necklace as a present, which the girls were all squealing about. But according to my investigations, this one was a little wrong.

Still, to the girls, the three of them almost lived in another world, so the girls liked to imagine fantastical stories of romance between them.

It wasn’t just the Emperor and Enjou-sama though. In Reika-senpai’s own grade was a diligent-looking senpai who was the Class Representative, as well as the brawny senpai from the Judo Club, both of whom were often spotted acting quite intimately with Reika-senpai. There were accounts of them sometimes speaking happily to Reika-senpai with a red face, so they definitely liked her, or so the rumours went.

Besides that were plenty of rumours about other men too.

For example, how in truth her oniisama’s friend was carefully grooming her to be his future wife, just like Hikaru Genji.

Or how, no, that was completely wrong, because she was actually involved with a commoner boy from another school.

Or how younger boys looked up to and adored Reika-senpai and were competing for her affection.

The point was that the rumours were endless.

Not everything could be trusted though, because I knew that there were some definite falsehoods mixed in.

For example, there was a rumour that one of those younger boys was Shop Boy-kun. We were all quietly aware that Shop Boy-kun actually liked Ririna-chan though.

And speaking of Ririna-chan, sometimes I didn’t know what to do with her. Even though Shop Boy-kun had finally gained the courage to gift her a towel with her initials in it, she excitedly ran to give it to Reika-senpai instead. That was honestly just shocking~

But Ririna-chan had probably just wanted an excuse to give Reika-senpai a towel. And later on she bought the same towel. Ririna-chan, if you were going to do that anyway, why didn’t you just give Reika-senpai the new one?

When Reika-senpai found out that it had been Shop Boy-kun’s gift she was enraged, so Ririna-chan was depressed for a while.
That’s why I gave Reika-senpai some information about the presidents of the sports club and asked her to forgive Ririna-chan.

“That information was very handy. Thank you very much,” she told me with a smile later.

I was glad that I told her.

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Before the School Festival, Reika-senpai asked me to investigate the manager of the Track Club. Apparently that manager was possibly a love rival for Reika-senpai’s best friend.

In the past Reika-senpai had actually asked me to find out if anybody liked Akizawa-senpai. If I remembered correctly, there was a girl with a one-sided crush on him. In the end she ended up dating a boy that had liked her instead though.

This time, as it turned out, Reika-senpai’s worries were founded; the manager was guilty.

Akizawa-senpai already had a childhood friend he was dating from another school, and that girl even showed up for large track matches or the school festivals.

But the manager didn’t care at all. She often had conversations with her friends along the lines of,

“That childhood friend doesn’t seem to like track at all. I think I’d understand senpai better than she would. And I spend more time with him too…”

“Well in that case you should keep trying. Snatch him from her.”

When I reported this to Reika-senpai, Reika-senpai turned sheet white with panic and said,

“What do I do? I’m going to be killed…”

Ririna-chan saw her expression and asked me what was going on, so I explained.

“Reika-san’s best friend…?” she said with a twitch of her eyebrow. “Tsugumi! We’re going to thoroughly investigate her friend’s boyfriend, as well as that manager!” she declared.

Aah~ Ririna-chan was going to rampage again…

In the end though, during the public day for the School Festival, the manager had apparently seen the two of them flirting with held hands so she gave up. Maybe she thought that she couldn’t compete after seeing them together. Not only that but the girlfriend in question was what you would expect from Reika-senpai’s best friend. Elegant, quiet, and the perfect Yamato Nadeshiko.

She must have felt a little uneasy being in a strange school, because she was gently holding onto his arm with her free hand. Exchanging looks with each other, she asked him what this or that was with a reserved smile on her face. Honestly, they were so lovey-dovey.

Sometimes that Yamato Nadeshiko-san would mention “Reika-san” in her conversations. When Ririna-chan heard it she had rushed up and introduced herself.

“So you must be Reika-san’s best friend! My name is Kotou Ririna, Reika-san’s younger cousin. I leave my unworthy older cousin in your care!”

Thanks to that, word quickly spread that Akizawa-senpai’s girlfriend was actually ‘Kisshouin Reika-sama’s best friend’. Perhaps that was also part of why the manager had given up.

If she made Reika-senpai’s best friend cry, she would be making an enemy of Reika-senpai too, after all.

*

*

According to my sources, the boys in 2nd Year had actually given Reika-senpai quite a rude nickname.

Not only that but they said things like, “When Kisshouin Reika draws her Demon Fan, the school is soaked with a rain of blood.”

What on earth were those people treating her as. Despite going on about how scary she was, they sure didn’t hesitate to disrespect her.

I definitely couldn’t let Ririna-chan know. If she did I could see her charging into the 2nd Year classrooms screaming, “Reika-san shall be avenged!”

But, the Soccer Club, Baseball Club, and the Basketball Club seemed genuinely afraid of her. It was probably because of that information that I gave her. Perhaps they issued a gag order for that meeting because no information on it reached me.

Even when I asked Reika-senpai, she just smiled, “That was a very productive meeting.”

What the 2nd Year boys said was nonsense, but perhaps one thing really was true. The Demon Fan seemed to have been drawn…

*

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The other day I spotted Reika-senpai taking a stroll through the courtyard. Even though it was still autumn she had a parasol with her. As expected of Reika-sama. But for some reason her friends were carrying shiny CD’s with them. Was that some kind of good luck charm?

And what did she mean by “Fight me, Hitchcock!”

Aah~ But at the moment people were saying that the biggest threat to Reika-senpai’s romance was Takamichi Wakaba-senpai. Perhaps it would be a good idea to investigate her as well…

Ririna-chan wasn’t too familiar with rumours, so she hadn’t seemed to have heard yet, but eventually this was going to turn into a huge mess, wasn’t it…

Still, Reika-senpai had asked us to look after Ririna-chan, so if Ririna-chan went on a rampage then it would be up to us to stop her, wouldn’t it.

Both of them asking the other’s friends to look after them. They really were cousins.

If I ever said this, I could see Ririna-chan shouting, “We aren’t alike at all!”

Still, I’d bet that she would be really happy inside.

*

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Finally, going back to Enjou-sama, I was hearing a weird rumour. I wonder if it was true…


TL Note: The Birds is a 1963 American horror-thriller film directed by Alfred Hitchcock, regarding a series of sudden, unexplained violent bird attacks on the people of Bodega Bay, California over the course of a few days.

Supposedly CD’s will scare off pigeons and other birds.

Also this is a kaimaki futon lol.

Apparently it’s a traditional blanket that’s quite popular in the far north where it’s easy for your nipples to freeze off.

Supposedly the shape of it covers up your shoulders which leaves you quite warm. I assume that the sleeves are for tradition because nobody actually puts their arms through them.


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The Cute Cook 02: First of All, I Need Food

02: First of All, I Need Food

I was overwhelmed with depression at the stupidity of my own memories. I collapsed into what folks online commonly call the orz pose. Whatever, let’s move on.

I’d say it was about twilight, and no matter where I went I couldn’t find another living person.

*Guuuuu~

… give me a break, stomach. Things are super serious right now!

I mean, if our luck is bad we could be walking right into one of those ‘otherworld adventures’ that are so popular among a certain group of people. We may never be able to return to the modern world. Actually, considering that I’m pretty sure I died during that stupid memory, this could end up being one of those ‘reborn in another world’ situations!!

*Gyurugyurukuuu~

“…”

Fine. Let’s go find something to eat. Sigh.

With my stomach sounds as BGM, I look around for some water to see if I can find edible things nearby. I find some nuts that look sort of like walnuts, and some berries that remind me of mock strawberries. Some birds (?) were eating them, so I assume they must be edible.

C’mon! Ladies gotta have guts!

I grabbed a leaf from a nearby bowl-shaped plant that looked sort of like something you’d see used in home decorating, and filled it up with as many of the fruits and nuts as it could hold.

I tell myself these things are ‘sort of’ like walnuts or mock strawberries, but they’re definitely nothing I’ve ever seen before. Plus, there are tons of bizarre-looking plants and bugs around here, so I think it’s safe to say I’m not in Japan anymore.

The weather isn’t too hot or cold, and I’m wearing three-quarter sleeves.

Actually, while I’m looking at my clothes, I realize I don’t remember ever buying these.

Plus I’ve got these expensive-looking gold bracelets on both of my wrists, and I’ve definitely never seen those before.

… actually, wait a second…

Why am I tiny!?

Up to now I just thought all the trees around me happened to be really huge. Like, they were all mega-size or something. The fruits and nuts I had collected had all been close to the ground, so I guess I just hadn’t thought about it until now.

I’ve been shrunk!!

My breasts, which weren’t amazing or anything let’s be honest, were gone!

Instead, it was my round stomach that was poking out. Just like a Kewpie doll, I am the very model of a little girl.

“… wait, don’t tell me…!”

<Please hold. Checking.>

“… thank God. It would suck if I got turned into a boy on top of everything else.”

But there was nothing Down There. Thankfully. That would have been awful.

Still, this was pretty bad. The reality that I was in an otherworld was becoming more and more apparent.

Between the growing stress of my situation and my empty stomach, I gave up on thinking. Can you blame me? Thinking would just make me hungrier. For now, I just need to find some water so I can eat. I let my animal instincts take over and walk around listlessly.

Honestly I just wanted to scarf it all down right there, but the part of me that was still thinking rationally wanted to at least wash the fruits and nuts off, since I didn’t even know if they were safe to eat in the first place. You can probably chalk that up to my training as someone who works in the food industry.

But, if it comes right down to it, I’m totally just going to eat them like this. Yep.

Quite some time passed while I wandered around lost.

I’m an atheist normally, but I seriously started praying to God. I think the last time I prayed this hard was when I came down with a nasty stomach bug and spent hours praying on the toilet. My Seirogan ran out and I couldn’t make it to the hospital. It was pretty horrible…

What? I should give God more respect??

Oh crap. I’m seeing a light and hearing voices calling out to me from afar. This is getting bad.

The moss on the ground is really moist, too, so it’s easy to slip if I’m not careful. Come to think of it, maybe I should eat some of that too…

Wait. ‘Moist’?

“Then there must be water nearby!”

I drew on the last of my power and pushed forward until I saw a small lake stretching out before my eyes.

If I hadn’t found a place to wash them, I was about to throw down all that food raw. Including the moss.

God, thank you! I promise I’ll start praying to you even when I’m not stuck on the toilet!!

I managed to resist rushing in immediately, and instead waited until I was absolutely sure there was no danger before stretching out my hand to touch the water.

The temperature feels good on my hand.

I wash my hands, then scoop some up (away from where I had washed my hands) and sniff it. No scent.

It doesn’t look dirty.

I hesitantly sip some, and nothing seems wrong with it. It was just plain water, but it tasted sweet to me. Apparently, I was more thirsty than I realized. I steeled myself, then gulped it down.

It was just water, but it tasted better than any top-shelf alcohol I had ever drank in my life. I gulp several hand-fulls.

After slaking my thirst, I took my leaf full of food, which I had set aside in my hurry to drink, and pulled it over next to me. Then, one-by-one, I washed each nut, fruit and piece of moss and popped it in my mouth.

Nothing amazing, flavor-wise, but there’s no spice like hunger. In just a few seconds I had gobbled the lot.

With my stomach full, and my nerves a little calmer, I suppose it’s finally time to think about my situation, which I’ve been pointedly ignoring.

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Cat’s Globe Prologue Part 1

Prologue (Part 1)

 

It had been 700 years and a half, since then.

🌙 < This, and all future instances, indicate a crescent-moon mark separating scenes.

Oboro was a cat, of course. He was also a male, elderly, and the very last of the Skywalkers. He was a glutton, despite being thin as a rail, had gray fur that puffed out here and there in a way that made him look like an old, heavily used toothbrush head, and a great big bald patch on his back.

But, even with a great big bald patch on his back, Oboro was a Skywalker and, as befit a Skywalker, he was a deeply cautious old coot. As he was the very last of the Skywalkers, Oboro tread very carefully indeed.

He made preparations for his own death, so he would be prepared for it whenever, wherever, however it came.

So the research had been handed down from ages past would not end with him.

So he could preserve it for the as-yet unknown 37th Skywalker whom he knew, one day, would come.

That said, the partner robot Oboro had begun to use in his later years was severely lacking in mental capacity. In the beginning, Oboro thought to pass all the information regarding his research on to the robot verbally, leaving it recorded in her memory. The robot, however, cried that she couldn’t possibly remember all that. With no other choice, Oboro moved on to his next plan. Rather than expecting the robot to remember the information, he had her create a written record of it. For the recording medium she used a sketchbook, and for the inscription she used crayons. When Oboro complained, asking why she couldn’t write more cleanly, she returned with her own complaint that this much writing would use up her green crayon.

After a long, long time and many crayons, Oboro finally completed his dictation.

The pages, covered in writing, were clipped from the sketchbook and placed in a ceramic bottle.

The bottle was filled with mercury, and then corked. Then, finally, the work was done.

– Now hide that bottle.

Oboro gave this order to the robot.

When the robot asked if she could hide it anywhere, Oboro responded that it could be anywhere as long as she was absolutely certain it would never be found. Though the robot wasn’t a great listener, even she caught the inconsistency in Oboro’s words. There was something strange about what he said. Even as a robot, she could grasp the purpose of that bottle. It was to be hidden so it could be found by the 37th Someone. But, if it was hidden in such a way as to never be found, then it would never be found.

When the robot brought up this objection, Oboro told her not to worry about it and just do what he said.

The robot complained that she no longer understood what Oboro wanted to do with the bottle.

-Um, so, Oboro, you pick the hiding spot.

-That I cannot do. The bottle’s location must be known to no one, myself included.

-Why?

-So that the bottle will never be found by anyone.

The robot was completely confused. Watching with amusement as she frowned in deep thought, Oboro gently shook his tail and said:

-You don’t need to worry about the details. Just find a place where you feel no one will ever find, and hide the bottle there. No matter where you hide it, the 37th will find it. Those who are incapable of finding it, will never be capable of finding it. Listen well,

Well then, I’ll just throw it out the airlock into space, threatened the robot, without listening to the rest. Oboro, thinking she was mocking his wisdom, became upset with her. But then, without making a single move, Oboro replied that she could do whatever she liked. It made no difference. The dream of the Skywalkers was not something so cheap that a little robot throwing it could have any effect on it. His cold words, though, upset the robot. Half-serious now about throwing the bottle into space, the robot stuffed it into the backpack she always wore and ran out of Oboro’s nest.

At the door she paused just long enough to turn and stick her tongue out at him, then she was gone.

-Take care of yourself, Oboro said.

Having finished saying everything, something seemed to break away from his aged body, and his expression became clear.

That was the last the robot ever saw of the last Skywalker.

After that, it was too dangerous for her to return to Oboro’s nest.

Oboro was killed by a Soul Saver Ministry Unit sent by the Assembly.

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Tolk was a world of night and fog.

According to the Khans of the Assembly, Tolk was a castle of stone built by the angels in ancient history, as well as an island floating in space.

This explanation was quite satisfactory.

As one might observe, Tolk was indeed a massive, cylindrical construct drifting in space. Those blunt, unchanging outer walls could be said to be ‘the castle walls that surround the city’, and the oxygen mold that burst through the walls, popping out here and there like heads of broccoli, could be said to be ‘a forest that shelters the birds’. With almost no doors or windows on its outer wall, and with the light of the stars shining on its innermost parts, Tolk was a giant night-colored cylinder, filling the sky, rolling along slowly like an empty can on a slope.

At first glance, it might have appeared that all of Tolk was rolling together as one united mass. Going by weight, that guess would be about 80% correct. The truth was, Tolk was divided into the massive outer shell that rotated tirelessly, and the stele, which was cut off from the rotation.

The observation platform was a large spherical room located at the very top of the stele.

It was one of the few places in the closed world of Tolk that had windows.

If one was to ask whether the view was nice, the response would be: it depends. The view from there changed quite dramatically every few hours. Half of the observation platform protruded out from the stele, and was made of a single massive window, crafted into a honeycomb frame. However, if one was to look from the observation platform at that moment, they would see only darkness without end. There was nothing interesting to be seen.

The stele of Tolk did not rotate. This meant the observation platform, as well, generally lacked any gravity. However, gravity was the only thing this space lacked. The air flow that blew through the stele due to the rotation of the outer shell stagnated in the observation platform, carrying with it all sorts of objects that were drifting, lost in the midst of the darkness and fog. Beyond this, there were mold mycelium flourishing on the walls and filling the air with countless balls of mold, with fine dust at their nucleus. Here and there were colonies of bioluminescent bacteria that filled the night of the observation platform with an unsteady green glow.

It was dark and silent. No child of cat-kind to be found.

Right in the middle of this observation platform, amidst the objects making a lazy, floating circuit at approximately one centimeter per hour, was a cardboard box with its lid tightly closed.

It was a tired-looking box of about 1 cubic meter, with a worn antibacterial coating.

On the box, the words ‘please take me’ were written.

The letters were large, ugly and had apparently been written in red crayon.

There was a girl inside the box.

She was wearing a stiff, baggy red work jumpsuit. On her feet she had thick, heavy-looking sneakers that were knock-offs of some major brand. She had her entire body wrapped around a backpack, and was perfectly still.

Her name was Christmas.

There could be no mistake. As proof, her name was written right on her forehead. It was also written that she was a robot made by the ‘Koga Factory’ in December of 2184 CE.

Setting these markings aside, no matter how one looked at Christmas she appeared to be nothing more than a little girl of an age when, depending on circumstances, she might still believe in Santa Claus. She had eyes that were quick to fill with anger and quicker still to fill with tears. And, whether angry or crying, her pointed canines stood out like those of Count Dracula. The Gods of RNG had bestowed a beauty mark at the tail of her right eye. The chemicals that had once made her hair reddish-brown had been oxidized, leaving her hair a pale color that still could be said to suit her rather well. A nitpicker could point out that her lack of even the smallest movement ruined the illusion of her humanity, but this was due to nearly all of her bodily systems being in hibernation. If she wanted to, she could engage in yawning, sneezing, blinking, nervously tapping her foot, and all sorts of other unconscious movement.

That said, it had been a long, long time since Christmas’s first December, even by a robot’s reckoning. Since long before she had hidden herself in that box, Christmas was basically unable to move any of the toes on her right foot, and some of the muscles in her left arm were slow to respond to her signals. Her memory system had become obstructed long ago, so she was very bad at remembering new things or recalling old things. Despite being a robot she was quick to forget, and she remembered next to nothing about the past. When she tried to look back into her memories to the time she was born, it was all lost in the darkness and fog of Tolk. However, there was a sort of blurry concept there that she had experienced all sorts of things. She felt that she had walked quite a lot, talked quite a lot, and smiled the whole time.

The one thing Christmas remembered clearly was the dead cat, Oboro.

Christmas remembered clearly the bottle given her by Oboro, the circumstances that had brought her to hide in that box, and the ways her feelings had slowly changed as time had passed in the box.

Oboro had told her to hide the bottle in a place where no one would ever find it.

But Oboro had never told her what to do if she couldn’t think of a place to hide it where no one would ever find it.

She always did her work properly, and hiding that bottle was the very last order Oboro had given her. So, she had to do this properly as well. Christmas thought as hard as she could about where she could hide it so no one would ever find it. But she just couldn’t think of a place like that. She felt that, no matter where or how she hid it, someone would find it eventually.

After puzzling over it for some time, Christmas decided the optimal method for hiding it would be for her to choose a random location and hide there herself along with the bottle.

In this way, as long as she herself was not found she could also be assured the bottle had not been found. If she was about to be discovered by someone, she could just run away. Also, she decided to place some kind of marking on her hiding place so the 37th Someone could recognize it right away, when they came. Writing words would be just fine, there were hardly any cats on Tolk that could read. But, Oboro could read. Because he was a Skywalker. Therefore, it stood to reason that the 37th Someone would also be able to read.

Christmas thought this was an incredible idea.

She decided her hiding place would be the observation platform connected to Tolk’s stele. There she found a box drifting among the floating debris, so she decided to hide away inside of it. She used her favorite crayon; a red one that still had a pointed tip, to write ‘please take me’ on the box. Even though most cats on Tolk couldn’t read, she figured it wouldn’t be good to write anything too specific.

Then Christmas hugged her backpack, with the bottle in it, to her chest and began to hide.

For the first ten years she was totally gung-ho. Any time she heard a noise, she would release her system from hibernation and peek expectantly through one of the hand-hold holes on the box. Her expectations were always dashed, but Christmas was never discouraged. From time to time she would pull out the bottle and gaze at it, and at other times she would play by spinning the box around her like a hamster turning its wheel. Every day she told herself this would be the day, this would be the day the 37th Someone would come.

The next ten years were ten years of repentance. Christmas felt the 37th Someone hadn’t come to look for her because she wasn’t dedicated enough. Expecting someone to come find her for nothing was a bit too selfish. She figured she should think up some sort of reward. So, Christmas decided that, if the 37th Someone came to find her, she would make sure to brush his coat every single day.

The next ten years were ten years of even deeper repentance. Christmas decided that, if the 37th Someone came to find her, she would make sure to brush his coat every day, she would clean out his nest every day, she would always be willing to give him hugs and stroke his neck, she would do all the rat and cockroach hunting for him and, if he were to ask, she would even give him her beloved crayons.

And then, in the final ten years, Christmas came to a realization.

She realized the next Skywalker would never come.

She pitied Oboro.

And so, half a decade later, Christmas was still inside the box.

But no longer was she there to hide the bottle. Rather, she was there to do something she should have done long, long ago.

To Christmas, there were only two kinds of cats in the world. To put it simply, they were the ‘Skywalkers’ and ‘everyone else’. And Oboro, the very last Skywalker, was dead. Therefore, the cat that came to open her box would be part of the ‘everyone else’.

To put it more clearly, they would be a subordinate of the Assembly.

She wanted them to come.

No matter who it was, she would kill them.

It would be her revenge.

She would settle the score in Oboro’s place.

Because, after all, Oboro hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

Oboro had taught her all about the fate of the Skywalkers. None of them ever lived long. Those without luck would die in an accident during an experiment. Those without courage would lose their minds to the overwhelming blackness of space. Those that remained would someday meet their end at the hands of the Soul Savers.

Oboro was a remnant.

Oboro was the last remnant.

Christmas had helped Oboro with all of his observations, all of his experiments. She didn’t understand any of the difficult stuff, but there was something she did understand. She understood it very well. Even though Oboro was the very last of his kind, he never gave up. He never became desperate or discouraged. He pursued his research endlessly, not even taking the time to poop, telling himself this would be the time, he would be the one.

And even then, it wasn’t enough.

The Khans of the Assembly didn’t understand. Christmas felt they and their Soul Savers, who knew nothing but killing, could never possibly understand his feelings when he tried so hard, not even taking the time to poop, persevering with all his might and still falling short of his goal. And even then, Oboro didn’t stop. Even after he was certain that he would never reach his goal, Oboro did not stop his research. Even though Oboro was elderly, a glutton, despite being thin as a rail, had gray fur that puffed out here and there in a way that made him look like an old, heavily used toothbrush head, and a great big bald patch on his back. Despite that, despite the great big bald patch on his back, Oboro understood his place as a descendant of the Skywalkers. After judging cooly that he would not be able to reach his goal within his own lifetime, he did not slow his efforts. He added his own work to the research that had been handed down to him, and bottled up his dream for the sake of the 37th Someone that would surely come.

To be fair, the 37th Someone Oboro had bottled his dream up for had never come.

That, she could agree on.

But what exactly had Oboro done that was worthy of death?

She would kill them.

She wouldn’t hold back, no matter who it was. It was too late to apologize. Crying would do them no good.

She would show them the depths of Oboro’s regret.

She would show them who exactly was foolish enough to warrant death.

From the moment she seized on this new goal, thoughts of how hard or lonely it was to hide there flew from her mind. Hiding there nursing a grudge was much simpler than hiding there holding a dream. She didn’t have to do anything. She could just stay there in the box, curled into a ball in the cold darkness. Wearing a red work jumpsuit, with thick, heavy-looking sneakers that were knock-offs of some major brand, floating in a suffocatingly small box with her small body wrapped around a backpack, Christmas was perfectly still.

She heard a sound.

Christmas ignored it. After all, even if she peeked through the hand-hold hole nothing would be different outside the box. She couldn’t count the number of times she had gotten her hopes up at sounds like that, only to be disappointed. She wouldn’t move at every single sound like that any more. She had stopped giving in to those childish expectations. There were plenty of things up in that observation platform that could make sounds. The stone walls would creak when the temperature changed, and the flotsam was always bumping into things.

She heard the sound again.

Even just floating there in the box, she understood quite a bit. The observation platform had changed a lot over time. It hadn’t been this cold, before. The flow of air had been slower, and there hadn’t been as much mold. Among the mold there was some that had colonies of bioluminescent cells that shone their green light in through the hand-hold holes of the box. With the changes in temperature and airflow over the years, the variety and amount of mold that could grow in that space had probably changed as well. The temperature of the area would influence which molds were able to grow there, and there may have been some varieties that were carried by the flowing air from far, far away. In forty and a half years, this level of change could happen. In another hundred years the changes could be even crazier. It would be fun if some really bizarre mold started to grow. Talking mold, walking mold, that sort of thing.

The third time, it wasn’t just a sound.

Weak microwaves were striking the box.

They were the kind of waves send out by cats unconsciously, to help their night vision when they were walking in pitch darkness.

Christmas released all her body systems from hibernation. In a single instant she halted her anaerobic respiration, magnetized her high speed nerves, expanded her blood vessels and activated all of her micro-machine groups. She lit up one end of her autonomous liquid transfer system, and quickly bypassed any electrical systems that wouldn’t carry a signal so she could launch a query to her cardiovascular system. Her three hearts, which had worked through the hibernation, responded that the next scheduled pulse was not for another two hours. She was dying for more oxygen in her blood, but Christmas decided not to increase the tempo of her pulse right then. She would be in trouble if she made any noise. Instead she burned through the oxygen she had stored up in an attempt to get some warmth into her corpse-like body. The action potentials in her nerves collided in confusion, and her instruction signals were unable to reach the periphery of her body. She didn’t have enough oxygen. After an instant of hesitation, Christmas used one of her voluntary circuits to send permission to her lungs to resume respiration. Her breathing might be heard, but it was better than delaying her hibernation recovery any further.

She quietly breathed in, then out.

Despite the surrounding temperature being well under freezing, the breath that escaped her slightly parted lips would never turn white. No matter how many times she used her chemical signals to boost the process, her body temperature continued to increase at an agonizingly slow rate.

She heard another sound.

It was close enough for her to easily tell that it was the sound of four feet kicking off from the ground more or less simultaneously.

5 meters. It couldn’t possibly be closer than that.

What could she do? What could she do?

The most important thing was being able to move. She dropped the priority on increasing her brain pressure or getting her Ph balance to safe levels. She magnetized her entire skeleton and threw the ON switch for the nerves in her bones. By concentrating all oxygen consumption into her muscular system, she pushed her body to move.

She opened her eyes.

She saw a boxed-off section of darkness, the mold-stained walls of the box which she hadn’t looked at in a while. In front of her eyes she could see the hand-hold hole, and beyond that the observation platform.

That was it. There were no further sounds.

But, she knew it was there.

Her fear sent shivers through her body. For Christmas, whose autonomous systems had begun to awaken, it was enough to make her want to cry in terror. She was so embarrassed by what a weakling she was that she wanted to die. Even though she was pretty confident in a fight, and despite all her boasting about how she would kill the first cat to come and open her box, now that someone had really come she couldn’t bear her own cowardice. But, of course, she couldn’t actually cry, just then. If she did that, the cat outside the box would notice her. Plus, in this cold her tears would definitely freeze.

Careful not to touch the box itself, she began to uncurl her body, fighting down her fear all the while. She slowly raised her head, and put her face close to the hand-hold hole so she could peek at the outside.

On the other side of the hole, there was darkness.

The darkness had two golden eyes, staring at her from right on the other side of the hole.

Christmas screamed.

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The Cute Cook 01: The Beginning

01 The Beginning

… howahh? I could have sworn I threw down some chazuke this morning, so why am I this hungry??

Actually, wait a minute

“Where the heck is this? Why is there a jungle here…?”

I want to make that question a yell, but I’m too hungry to shout.

Setting that aside for now, is my memory messed up or something? The bag I should definitely be holding right now is gone.

Okay, let’s just calm down here. Take a deep breath. Don’t do the whole ‘breathe in, breathe out’ thing, though. That’s too cliche. Okay, looks like I’ve calmed down a bit (?). Now, let’s just remember one thing at a time.

First of all, I remember my name. Sato Yuri. I’ve met four other women in my life with the exact same name, and one even used the exact same kanji. I guess you could say it’s a pretty common name.

Age… around thirty. I remember the specific number just fine so I don’t really need to say it.

Job: cook. I work at an old Western-style restaurant about 20 minutes walking-distance from my house.

I’ve worked there for about 10 years, and have finally gotten to the point where everyone has started to respect my skill.

Boyfriend: none for the last 4 years.

In my mind men<food and alcohol, so my lack of a love life isn’t exactly surprising. Plus, I’m just not interested in men. Thinking back on how the men I used to know looked and acted, would anyone really expect me to get all lovestruck? On the other hand, my interest in fashion is on the low side, and I’m fairly middling as far as looks and body go, so most of the guys never had interest in me either.

… woah there. Got a little sidetracked.

Anyway, my hobby is eating while walking. My specialty is judging the quality of alcohol. I remember myself just fine.

My last memory is… probably leaving for work.

I woke up late this morning. I had about 10 minutes until I was supposed to be at work.

I set some water boiling while I got myself ready, then made chazuke with some cold rice and tossed it down. I left the dishes in the sink, threw on my down coat, put my cell in my bag, and took off out the door. Outside everything was covered in snow.

In fact, it wasn’t nice, soft snow. It was all half-frozen.

Wait, isn’t this starting to sound a little dangerous? Um. Right, what happened next…

Here and there I saw folks headed to work or school falling over on the ice, so I told myself to be careful and started walking as quickly and carefully as I could. Then, suddenly, I heard a scream from behind me. Looking back to see what was happening, I saw a person who had fallen over and was sliding along the street, taking everyone who got in their way with them as they slipped along.

I didn’t even have time to try to avoid them before I, too, was swept up by the sliding wave of people, and suddenly there was a telephone pole right in front of my eyes. And that’s the last thing I remember.

What the hell. What is this, some kind of comedy sketch?

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My phone buzzed.

‘We’re here~’ read the message from Umewaka-kun.

Umewaka-kun was really eager to see the Bea-tan doll but the others, Moriyama-san in particular, wanted to go around and check out the attractions and food first. That’s why we agreed that we could meet up during my shift at the Handicrafts Club.

I hoped my Bea-tan doll was good enough for Dog Lover-kun. Oniisama fixed up the face quite nicely, so it looked a lot like the real thing I’d like to think. Still, considering that it was Dog Lover-kun I could imagine him roaring,

“This is no Bea-tan of mine!”

and storming off…

What if that really happened…

If that wasn’t enough, my phone received an email from Sakura-chan too.

‘I was able to give the Track Club Manager a warning without issue.’

What did you do, Sakura-chan…

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During my shift break I listened to the blushing Class Rep report on how the four of them had explored the School Festival yesterday. It seemed like quite a good time. Apparently they bought sweets and shared them. That’s fine. I had fun too with just my girl friends.

Class Rep said that they had the most fun with the haunted house. It was even scarier than they’d expected.

“Just remembering it…” shuddered Class Rep as he covered his ears.

*

My shift in the Handicrafts Club was in the afternoon. Not that I really did anything. My job was basically just to sit on a chair and watch out for anybody touching the exhibits.

Minami-kun was on shift with me. Speaking of which, didn’t he and the rest of Ririna’s gang go to Kaburagi’s haunted house yesterday?

“How was it? The haunted house, I mean.”

“It was terrifying. I’m ashamed to say that I took my headphones off midway… And then Kotou-san noticed and yelled at me afterwards for having no guts.”

“Goodness. I am sorry you went through that. Let me have a word with her later.”

“No! It was my fault for being a wimp…”

Geez! That Ririna!

Anyway, I had to say, we weren’t getting an awful lot of guests… I think I was starting to understand what the sports clubs were thinking…

Just as I thought that, Umewaka-kun’s crew came along.

“Heyy! Kisshouin-san!”

“Welcome, everyone.”

They had quite a few bags on them. Spoils from all across the school, no doubt.

“Thanks for inviting us, Kisshouin-san. The school festivals at Zui’ran are freaking amazing!” said Kitazawa-kun.

The group was all smiles as they thanked me.

“I am glad to hear you say that. Did any of the attractions stand out?”

“I had clam chowder. In a bread bowl. It was really cool that you could eat the bowl too.”

“What about that piadini stuff! The crepe-thing with the meats and vegetables inside. That was amazing! There were like lines waiting up for it, yanno. That’s why we tried it. Thank god that we did.”

“Ahh, the Soccer Club’s refreshment booth,” I realised.

Damned Soccer Club. Seems like you weren’t just all talk.

“Oh and gosh, those donut bites were great too. And the fruit juice.”

“I liked the phở,” added one of the boys.

“You seemed to do nothing but eat,” I noted.

“No, no, we played some games too. Like darts. And it wasn’t even just some dart board, but a darts machine! That’s Zui’ran for you. It was like we went to a real darts place.”

“And you know? We went to the haunted house too! I have to say, that was the best thing here. It was so freaking scary! I underestimated it because this was just a school festival but hot damn was that scary. It was like my ears really were being torn off!”

“Kitazawa was in tears~”

“Shaddup.”

Yup, yup. I was really glad to see that they were having fun. There was a lot of money put into this, so it made sense that the attractions and food stalls were better than your average school.

“Oh yeah. By the way, when we were entering the school, the ticket person got really flustered about this red flower on the ticket. Does it have some special meaning?” Kitazawa-kun asked.

It meant that the holder of the ticket was somebody that a Pivoine member invited.

“Not particularly.”

“Hmmm… But when they gave us all these complimentary tickets so I thought that it might. Oh, and the girls here call each other ‘-sama’ don’t they? Could it be that they call you ‘Reika-sama’ too!?”

“Well, yes…”

“Reika-sama. It sure fits you~ How about we start calling you Reika-sama from now on?”

Absolutely. Do. Not.

They all seemed to find the idea really funny and laughed away.

“Oh hey!” began one of the girls, “A while back when we were tired we found this café, but when we entered there was this hot barista guy who was like a prince! Who was that? Do you know, Kisshouin-san? I think he should be in your grade. And he was really popular too, with all these girls around. Are you two close?”

Hot barista guy… Enjou then.

“We know of each other.”

“What the heck. What a shame.”

Both Moriyama and Sasaki-san looked crestfallen.

“Are there any other hot guys?” they tried instead, which prompted the boys to ask,

“What about cute girls?”

Cute girls? There’s one right here, isn’t there?

“More importantly! Let’s go see Bea-tan already!” Umewaka-kun said impatiently.

The time of judgement had come…

“This way. Follow me.”

I anxiously led the group towards my Bea-tan doll.

“Ohhh!”

Umewaka-kun seemed deeply moved.

“How is it?”

“It’s perfect… It’s perfect, Kisshouin-san!”

“Truly!?”

I did it! I passed!

“You’ve really outdone yourself in capturing Bea-tan’s loveliness. You’re amazing, Kisshouin-san!”

I see, I see. So this is what it means to have your hard work pay off.

“Hey, Kisshouin-san? Could I touch this?”

I mean, it was technically against the rules to touch the exhibits, but since it was just my one I didn’t mind.

“Go ahead. But please take care not to bend it. That can happen with too much force.”

“Thanks!”

Umewaka-kun gently held the Bea-tan doll. And then just stared. What the…

The moment I began to wonder…

“Bea-tan!”

Overcome with emotion, he gave the doll a tight hug.

“Bea-tan, Bea-tan! You’re so cute, Bea-tan!” he said as he began to nuzzle it against his cheeks.

I was watching a tall high school boy with piercings shower a doll with kisses as he exclaimed ‘Lovely!’ in English over and over… This was surreal

Kitazawa-kun went to stop him while everybody else looked this way and that for onlookers.

I realised that Minami-kun had actually been staring, slackjawed. The few guests we had were quickly leaving the room…

“Aah, sorry about that. I got a little too excited. But Kisshouin-san, how come this Bea-tan doll smells so good? Could it be that this is the smell of your house?”

He brought it close and began sniffing at it. Hu hu hu, so he noticed.

“The truth is that there is rose potpourri inside.”

“Rose potpourri?”

That’s right. I decided not to mention it, content to let just the people who noticed it realise. This was how you did casual classiness! It was by keeping little additions like this casual that you could show how good your taste was! Ohohohoho!

“Wow, I see. But she really is cute. She looks just like Bea-tan. …I want her. Hey, Kisshouin-san, couldn’t you give her to me?”

“Eh?”

“Come on, please! I’ll take care of her, I swear! She’ll be like Bea-tan’s adopted little sister. Come on, Kisshouin-san!”

“Ummm…”

“Come on, please!”

The intensity of his eyes was kind of scary… Everybody else was creeped out too. Moriyama-san, didn’t you have a crush on him?

“Kisshouin!”

I turned to find Fellow Stalking Horse, standing by the doorway.

“I’d like a word.”

With a stern expression, Fellow Stalking Horse called me out into the hallway.

Eh? What had I done this time?


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Kaburagi had never eaten handmade sweets.

Even as far back as primary school, he never once touched the food the girls made in class, or the valentines chocolates that they made him.

That same Kaburagi had eaten the handmade biscuits that some School Festival café had made. Not only that but he had gone out of his way to praise the baker, and even gave a rare smile to a girl.

The shock that this gave Zui’ran was worse than even the time when they had come to school together.

Before this, the only exception that Kaburagi had made to date was food that Yurie-sama had made.

A flood of girls had wondered if perhaps the Emperor had changed his position, and frantically brought him food, but as usual he shot them down.

“I don’t eat handmade food.”

‘Then what was eating that biscuit about!?’ was the natural reaction, intensifying the rumours.

Since nobody could actually ask Kaburagi, some of the girls even started relying on fortune tellers.

Thanks to that, Wakaba-chan was under unnecessary scrutiny once again, making enemies of a bunch of girls once again. Nobody was saying it aloud, but you could tell that they were wondering if Kaburagi had… feelings, for her. I wondered that too, but unlike me, the Kaburagi Fans were pressured by it.

Apparently some girls went to the café just to see what those biscuits were all about and left after leaving a slew of insults.

“This isn’t anything special.”

“Don’t get cocky just because he praised these measly biscuits.”

Stuff like that.

I personally thought they were pretty good myself, though…

But well, it’s not like they came there to actually taste them or anything, I suppose.

Anyway, besides the biscuit incident, there was one other little topic people were discussing. It was about how Enjou treated me to a latte art.

“I heard that even though she didn’t have a ticket, Enjou-sama especially made a latte art for Reika-sama!”

“Gosh! So Enjou-sama really does like…!?”

I could hear comments about it here and there.

What a nuisance.

“Something just for Reika-sama! I’m so envious!”

“And it was such a cute rabbit too.”

Even the girls who came with me were causing a fuss.

“It was surely just some whim of Enjou-sama’s,” I insisted.

“That’s not true. This is Enjou-sama’s way of being a gentleman, Reika-sama.”

Gentleman!? This guy was just trying to use me to draw attention away from what Kaburagi did.

And he chose the rabbit because no doubt he heard about Kaburagi’s crackpot Chinese Zodiac theory and picked it to make fun of me.

That was just the kind of guy Enjou was. You could totally tell from the smile.

And even though he was just some amateur, why was it done so well. I was so frustrated that I ignored everyone’s pleas and messed it up with my spoon.

Completing the Chinese Zodiac? How could I possibly have such a dopey ambition!

Honestly… This School Festival was supposed to be fun, but thanks to those two the first day had turned into a fiasco.

*

*

*

On the second day, the School Festival was open to anybody with a ticket.

Umewaka-kun and co. had wanted to come to last year’s too, but I politely turned them down. After all, I was wearing sheep ears, and I didn’t exactly want him to (good intentions or not) spread word of how I looked just like his beloved dog.

This year though, he helped me out with the Bea-tan doll, and he seemed to be really looking forward to it, so I decided to hand them all tickets. And I very, very carefully warned him not to talk about my similarities to Bea-tan.

Besides their entrance tickets, I had given them a bunch of coupons as well, since none of the attractions were taking real money. It was a system where we instead purchased coupons to use in advance. As a form of contribution to the school, each year the Pivoine would buy these coupons in bulk and then distribute them to its members. I pretty much never spent all of mine.

Since Umewaka-kun and the others were coming this year, I ended up dividing the coupons between the five of them.

Although they were overjoyed to be getting them they were worried that I wasn’t getting enough. That was no issue, of course. After all, besides the bunch that the Pivoine bought on their own, the parents of its members bought a bunch of coupons as their own contribution to the school. If coupons were money, I was as good as a millionaire. If you five don’t have enough, you can always come asking for more, you know? Since you’re coming, you may as well enjoy everything you can.

*

*

Since it was open to people outside of just our high school section, Day 2 of the School Festival was crowded beyond measure. Even the Xu Fu café was so badly crowded that the orders never seemed to end. Things were really flourishing, weren’t they.

Anyhow, Mao-chan came to visit too, with Ichinokura-san and Yuuri-kun in tow.

“Reika-oneesama!”

“Welcome, Mao-chan. Yuuri-kun. Ichinokura-san.”

Mao-chan was all dressed up, and I noticed that she was wearing the sparkling glass hair ornament that Imari-sama bought her over the summer. Going on a date with her boyfriend while wearing a present from another man! Mao-chan was such a sinful woman!

“Reika-oneesama, you look so cute in that outfit. Doesn’t she, Yuuri? Haruto-ojisama?””

“Mhm.”

“She really does, Mao. You look great in it, Reika-san.”

“Goodness, thank you all very much.”

Mao-chan, you’re still calling him Ojisama, aren’t you. Did she think of him that way now?

Mao-chan and Yuuri-kun were happily sharing an annin tofu and black sesame pudding between them. How enviable.

“Thanks to you bringing me to Taiwan, I was able to contribute a little to my class’ café this time. Thank you very much, Ichinokura-san.”

“Ah, Taiwan? That brings back memories. Those xiaolongbao were really good, weren’t they. It’s been lonely recently without you two to go eat with.”

“Because you have Erika-san, Haruto-ojisama.”

Mao-chan turned away with a huff. Ichinokura-san smiled, not quite sure what to do.

“Now, now, Mao-chan,” I said, “Is it not about time that you let him off the ojisama punishment? Ichinokura-san seems a little devastated each time you call him that, you know?”

“But…” pouted Mao-chan.

I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was.

“Ma~o~chan.”

“…”

“You actually love your ‘Haruto-niisama’, no?”

“…Fine. I’ll forgive him. Just this once, since Reika-oneesama asked, Haruto-niisama!”

How are you so cute, Mao-chan! Yuuri-kun rubbed her head with praise, while Ichinokura-san seemed awfully moved that his beloved niece was calling him ‘niisama’ again.

“Thank you, Reika-san. I’m really glad I came today.”

“I see. Oh, Mao-chan. How about you come over to my house again? Oniisama said that he wanted to meet you again too.”

“Waah! I want to see Takateru-niisama too! Haruto-niisama, remember how I told you? Takateru-niisama is super dreamy, you know!”

“Ohh, I see…”

Ichinokura-san’s smile turned a little stiff. Ukeke. Ah! Yuuri-kun was frowning again. Oh no. Sorry, Yuuri-kun.

When the three of them were done, Mao-chan told me that they were off to Ririna’s class next. Given that it was Ririna, I could already see her telling everyone about how Mao-chan was like her little sister.

*

*

*

The next to come and visit me was Sakura-chan and Akizawa-kun.

Sakura-chan had told me that she was going to spend the most time around the 1st year attractions, to let everybody know that she existed, as well as scout out her rivals. Despite her deranged intentions, outside she was still the perfect traditional beauty, neat and proper.

“Reika-san, gokigen’yoh.”

“Welcome, Sakura-chan, Akizawa-kun.”

The people who were familiar with him were completely curious about this girl from another school that he brought along. Despite noticing their stares, Sakura-chan pretended that she didn’t and said cutely,

“I wonder what I should pick, Taku.”

I expected no less from her.

“What would you suggest, Reika-san?” she asked.

“Let me see. Since this is a rare occasion, how about something more exotic, like our flowering teas?”

“Flowering teas?”

“Yes, it is a specially arranged tea that blooms like a flower when-”

“Sakurako-saan!” somebody suddenly interrupted.

It was none other than the travelling musician from the West, Dite.

“Sakurako-san! Who would have thought that I would meet you here! Could it be that you came to listen to my violin!?” he asked, afro swaying as he closed in on her.

Since she was sitting on a chair, the only place she could escape to was Akizawa-kun.

“Eh-, Sakura-chan, you know Dite?” I asked.

“…We’ve met a few times at violin recitals,” she whispered, sounding rather chagrined.

Come to think of it, Sakura-chan had been learning violin since she was little, hadn’t she. Who would have thought that she’d know him thanks to that. And from the way Dite was behaving…

Even when the tea arrived, Dite doggedly kept trying to talk to her. Even when I told him that the musician had to go back and perform, he wouldn’t listen. Mmmm… I mean, pretty much anyone would come to the same conclusion as me, right…?

And even though Akizawa-kun was calmly drinking tea at the start, as time went by his mood worsened. Oh? Akizawa-kun was a gentle person, so it was really rare seeing a frown coming from him, you know? And Sakura-chan seemed to notice too.

“Sakura, it’s about time to go, don’t you think?”

“Taku?”

He drained the rest of his tea in one gulp and then brusquely left his chair with Sakura-chan in hand.

“Ah! But Sakurako-san and I were still-”

“Kisshouin-san, thank you for the tea. Let’s go, Sakurako.”

“Y-, Yes. Well then, see you, Reika-san.”

And with that, Sakura-chan was dragged out of the store. Oh ho ho? Don’t tell me he was jealous?

And as Sakura-chan left, I glimpsed a wicked smirk on her face.

“Kisshouin-san! Just what kind of relationship do Sakurako-san and that Akizawa-kun have!?”

This time it was me that Dite pestered. I suppose as of right now, more than childhood friends, but less than a couple? But then thanks to Dite, maybe that was going to change.

Wow, you were a complete stalking horse today, weren’t you, Dite. Could it be that Dite was going to join my Forever Alone village?

Please no. If one of our villagers played violin from morning to night, every day…

Dite returned to his stage and put his feelings into his violin.


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Arachne – 9

An Unwilling Return


“What to do…”

I looked at the mountain of order forms piling up on the table while racking my brain for a solution.

Greetings, it’s been a while.

I am Arakura Shiori (25), an Arachne spider monster woman with an appearance that could pass for a character in the first season of Ka●●● Rider without needing any costumes.

Or if you can remember me as the owner of Arachne Tailor, Shiori Arachne, it would be my honor.

Well then, let’s talk about the problem I encountered this time.

It’s about the prototype air cushion I made out of Arachne silk at the time of the ‘Siren Incident’.

After I put it on the storefront as a trial run, its popularity slowly but surely spread. It has become a popular item now, and one-third of my store’s sales was due to the cushion.

Apparently, this cushion wasn’t just a simple seat to improve comfort for the passengers; it also created a revolution in transportation and goods circulation.

Roads without any form of decent pavement, plus carriage wheels made out of wood.

They constantly inflict damage upon the passengers’ butts during the long ride, and even people who have gotten used to it still couldn’t take it for long. Until now, setting up intervals of rest on the road for the stagecoach’s passengers had been considered the norm… However, with the situation now improved, high-speed stagecoachs were born.

As the coachman and the passengers all have their seats covered in air cushions and their ride became much more comfortable, the trip would need less rest time, and the carriage could go faster than before without inducing much motion sickness.

Horse carriages now go over twice as fast as before (with the reduced rest time taken into account).

Yeah, no wonder this stuff got popular…

Furthermore, not only passengers, but cargo has also benefited from it. I heard that specialized carriages transporting fragile goods have been making good use of the cushions.

As they could now transport goods such as pottery, eggs, soft fruits, and the like to regions far away from where they were produced, the merchants in town were beaming with smiles after managing to buy a large amount of cushions from me not too long ago.

That, in itself, was a good thing. But for me…

“Miss owner! It is me, Alrond from the Rihak Traders’ Guild! Urgent order! I need 90 of the large cushions and 200 of the small ones as soon as possible!”

Elder Alrond, belonging to the Traders’ Guild of Rihak, ran towards me. His face looked as if the world was ending.

Alrond was an old man with a charming white beard.

“My my, guildmaster Alrond. It is an honor for you to personally come purchase… However, I have to inform you that even if you need them so urgently, it would take some time for me to produce that many cushions.”

“That’s the problem! Please, I sincerely request of you! Ever since a few of our people managed to increase their profits by a huge margin by using high-speed carriages, the guild’s inner balance has been getting extremely dangerous! I must distribute the cushions to the other members as soon as possible…!”

My my, that doesn’t sound good.

I might be able to make it if I work all day and night for 3 days…

“No, no, my order is more important, miss owner.”

That interruption to the conversation came from a repeat customer to my place, Garland, Battalion Commander to the troops stationed in Rihak.

Brown hair, huge… He’s like a bear from the forest.

“Businesses experiencing some delay won’t kill anyone. More importantly, I would like to order some cushions for army transportation carriages. 40 large-size, 40 medium-size, 160 small-size. Also…”

“You dissing merchants?! Goods shipping is exactly the lifeline of the town!”

“But even if you say so, the army should always be the first one to receive cutting-edge technology. You should know that any delays at all might bring about unwanted interferences from our possible enemy countries.”

Guildmaster Alrond and commander Garland glared at each other, and sparks were flying.

While that tense atmosphere was going on, the shop’s doorbell rang, signaling another visitor.

The first thought that appeared in my mind when I looked at the new customer was “A dwarf!”, at least from his appearance alone. He took a glance at guildmaster Alrond and commander Garland, then talked to me.

“Hey… I’ll be troubling you for a bit. I’m from the horse harness guild. About those air cushions, can you make some thin ones? It’s for pre-stuffing the undersides of the carriage floor. For now, I’ll need each cushion to be one-tenth of the area of the floor, and one set should be 6 of them… I’ll need around 30 sets.”

“Heeeeey!! Don’t try to get ahead of us, you fucker!”

“That’s right, and I ordered first to begin with…”

“Like hell I care! Weren’t you busy shooting glares at each other?!”

“You fool, this is an extremely important matter directly relating to the town’s development!”

“And you think my order is not important? It’s a matter of national security!”

Whoaaaaa…

It’s just getting out of control now. Chaos.

More and more curious onlookers were gathering due to the mess.

If I don’t do something here, I won’t be able to continue my work.

“G-Got it! I got it, please stop fighting! I’ll deal with all your orders somehow!”

Before I knew it, that shout has already left my mouth.

Shit, but it’s already too late when that thought appeared in my mind.

“Ooooh! I’m saved! I’ll repay you in the next guild meeting!”

“Yes, this is indeed good news for us..”

“Hey girlie, will you be okay? …Well, you’re making them for me, so I’m not going to say anything.”

The three of them went back, as happy as can be.

…While leaving behind the mountain of order forms that I mentioned in the beginning.

“Well then, dwelling on it’s not going to solve anything. Can’t continue my work if I don’t deal with these… but the deadline’s just one week away. It’s physically improbable, no matter how much I try…”

Actually, it’s not that I can’t find a way to solve this problem. I can try to look for craftsmen who can mass produce Arachne Silk.

The reason why I shouted “I’ll deal with it somehow!” during the mess in the store was because that idea flashed through my mind at that time.

“Yeah, but… That place is the devil’s lair… I really shouldn’t have accepted those orders.”

Well, it’s long past the time for regrets now.

At this point of time, if I just cancel the orders as I like, there’s going to be a whole slew of problems considering who my customers are.

Yeah. No other choice. Have to brace myself and go.

I rummaged around in my storehouse to find some stuffs that could pass as payment instead of money for the craftsmen, stuffed those inside a few bags of holding, then left the shop.

Not too far from the town of Rihak is a forest overgrown with gigantic trees.

It’s called the “Forest of Spiders” and feared by the townspeople as being a place rampant with the high-rank monster Arachne.

Yes. Basically… my birthplace.

This forest used to be the only place in the outskirts of town where you can acquire Arachne Silk, and thus visited by quite a lot of adventurers, apparently.

Of course, it seemed like ever since I began supplying the silk in town, there’s been less and less people going to the forest.

As for the reason why I came here… as everyone might have guessed, I planned on asking my mother and sisters to help make Arachne Silk.

I used to be just a weakling Arachne, so I got scared of the cannibalism and ran away from the forest. But now, I won’t need to worry about that anymore… I think. Probably.

Right after I entered the forest, where eyes were no longer on me, I immediately turned back into the Arachne form.

My lower body quickly enlarged into a silver spider body, and a total of 6 new eyes, red like jewels, surfaced on my forehead.

Yeah, this body really is much better for traveling in the forest… Boulders and fallen trees wouldn’t be able to impede my path, as long as they weren’t too big.

“Well now, I think the nest was… somewhere in this direction?”

After I finished transforming (or to be precise, after I released my transformation), I once again headed for the deepest part of the forest.

Some Sugar Bees and Cutting Bunnies flitted through my sight once in awhile, but they ran with their tails between their legs as soon as they saw me.

A long time ago, I used to struggle with them in life-or-death battles, but now… Wow, I’m feeling really nostalgic.

…And while my mind was deep inside those emotional memories, something even more nostalgic appeared in front of my eyes.

Kick Birds and Poison Crawlers.

The former looked like a chicken-sized ostrich, and the latter was a huge caterpillar, around 30 centimeter.

Apparently, the Kick Bird was trying its best to defeat and eat the Poison Crawler… and I’ve just showed up in the middle of the hunt.

Seemed like fights between these sort of monsters were considered too low level, so my danger sense didn’t even bother ringing.

I got quite close to them, but they still didn’t seem to have noticed me.

Well then, I thought while creating threads from my fingertips to bind up both of them.

Once upon a time, these monsters used to be my lifeline.

*chomp* *crunch crunch*

It’s been quite a while since the last time I ate them, and this time, they entered my mouth as a snack.

Yeah… Now that I tasted them again, I really couldn’t consider them to be anything delicious.

Probably because I got used to cooked food already…

But, well, depending on how it’s cooked, Kick Birds might be tasty. Like in a chicken bowl.

As I continued through the forest, I grabbed a few more Kick Birds along the way.

After doing a quick twist of their necks, I wrapped them in threads and put inside the bag of holding.

Other than that, I also gathered some plants and fruits that might be useful as materials for decorating clothes, and after another 30 minutes of walking…

Well, to describe what’s in front of me, it would be a huge plate made out of threads.

The structure in front of me made use of branches from the giant trees to stay in the air.

Yes. It was the Arachnes’ nest, where I used to live.

“That was fast… Has it always been this close? …Oh yeah, my movement speed went up, was it?”

My level and my stats both were raised to high heavens compared to the last time I was here, so no wonder.

At that time, even my sisters, who were still just juvenile Arachnes, could do whatever they wanted to me, treating me like their toy.

Those sisters have probably become real, honest-to-goodness adult Arachnes now.

They should be willing to help me make Arachne Silk, depending on my payment.

I hardened my resolve and walked toward the nest.

After climbing the last step to reach the treetop nest, I peeked out from the branches’ shadow.

One, two, three, four… Yup, my mother and sisters… Everyone is here, conveniently.

Uuuuugh… It’s really hard to show my face.

While it’s true I left in order to keep myself safe, but this is pretty much the scene of the returning daughter who ran away from home.

Eh, who cares! Women should be brave1!

Adding my last life, I’m already nearing my thirties!

“Umm… I’m back…”

After making up my mind, I poked half of my body out of the branches’ shadow and called out to them.

Hearing my voice, the Arachnes turned back to look at me.

And just as they saw me, everyone froze up with looks of shock on their faces.

……

Silence ruled the nest for several seconds.

That’s right, it was just a few short seconds. But I felt like those seconds were an eternity.

And just as I was crumbling from the fear that maybe I really wasn’t welcome here—

“”””Our angel’s baaaaaaack?!!!“”””

“Heeeey— No way! You’re actually back?! You haven’t grown at all!! So cuuuuuuuute!!”

“Can I lick you?! I can, right?!”

*sniff* *sniff*… Aaaaaahhh… Shiori fragranceeeee… So goooood…”

“Ya, did you get stronger?… So we can’t eat you now…”

“Yes, we really can’t… Which means,”

“”””We can eat you now (sexually)! ♪””””

With loud cheers, the Arachnes surrounded me in a blink of an eye.

…H-Huh?!

I didn’t expect this reaction… wait, actually, what in the world was that?!

In terms of power, my sisters shouldn’t pose a threat to me… but I’m feeling danger of another kind entirely!

With their cheeks blushing, my sisters coquettishly creeped up close to me.

At the same time, I unwittingly retreated bit by bit.

“Girls! Calm down!”

A voice brooking no dissent succeeded in controlling this chaotic situation. It came from a particularly large Arachne.

Yup, that’s her alright.

“Greetings, Shiori, my daughter. It is good to see you back.”

“It has been a long time, mother.”

The one who gave birth to me in this worldFalyias, the Mother Arachne.

A voluptuous, beautiful woman with long silver hair and a pair of peaches that could easily be G-sized.

Even when compared to my sisters, her presence was on another level entirely.

“Yes. It seems you have gained quite some strength. The forest lost its calm just from your presence.”

“…My apologies… Actually… I’m sorry I left without telling anyone, but my return was because I have something to request…”

“Hmm. Let me hear it. For magical beasts like us, strength is everything. We shall cooperate, as long as it’s reasonable.”

“Yes. Actually, I’m running a tailor in town… However, there was a large order for Arachne Silk recently, and I wondered if perhaps everyone could help…”

“Arachne Silk?”

“Yes, in the world of humans, fabric made from our threads is called such.”

“What? Making fabric from our threads? …Now that you mentioned it, those clothes you’re wearing…”

“Yes, I made this from the threads I wove. It’s surprisingly durable, and it’s been very useful.”

“Mmm… Indeed… But it’s not just made out of our threads, right?”

On mother’s face were a few beads of cold sweat.

Indeed, I used a special kind of fabric, created by treating the normal Arachne Silk with a few different procedures.

“Mother really is perceptive. After weaving the silk fabric, I dyed it with dyes created from the scales of light-aligned True Dragons. Furthermore, I enchanted it multiple times…”

“T-True Dragons?!”

“Also, the flower design on the chest was made from processed Lemire tail feathers.”

“The God Bird… Lemire… Could it be that you hunted them yourself?”

“Yes, I hunted them myself. Normally, if I try to acquire these sorts of material from the market, I won’t be able to use them to make the normal, everyday-use kind of clothes, though it’s not exactly impossible.”

My mother, along with the whole Arachne family, were all shocked, their jaws dropped on the ground.

“I did feel like you got stronger, but I didn’t expect the change to be so drastic…”

“It’s thanks to the [Predation] skill I inherited from mother.”

“Umm… No, even if you used Predation, normally you still wouldn’t be able to get this powerful.”

Hmm? Is that so?

Well, certainly, I did think that this skill was really quite amazing.

Considering it’s a skill that’s automatically granted to the whole race, it’s much too abnormal.

After asking about the details from mother, apparently, the [Predation] skill that normal Arachnes possess can grant the predator a chance, with around 10% likelihood, to gain a few percentage of the skills or powers of the prey, provided that they completely finished eating the target without leaving a single scrap, and that they hunted the preys by themselves.

Wait a minute?

My [Predation] even applies to preys that I didn’t catch myself, and as long as I eat a part of it, I’m almost guaranteed to absorb some sort of power.

Otherwise, the feast at the Foren family couldn’t have strengthened me like that.

Hmmm, looks like my [Predation] isn’t something normal.

So it turns out that I’m no exception to the rule – that is, I also have an overpowered reincarnation power.

Wait… If so, this will be a problem.

I brought some stuff like Middle Dragon’s sirloin meat and Ogre Bear’s liver as a reward, but if the normal [Predation] skill works that way, their values would drop severely.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Shiori? You look worried.”

“Ah, yes… I was thinking about the reward for everyone.”

“Hmm, is that so? True, work must come with payment… Mmmm… By the way, Shiori.”

“Yes, mother?”

“…I had been thinking that I would like to wear something just as brilliant.”

Mother’s eyes were shining with some sort of expectations while looking at me.

Hmmm, I thought that Arachnes just consider being naked as the norm, basically, but it turns out they’re also interested in beautiful clothes. Not surprising, considering that they’re female humanoid monsters.

“…Understood. The deadline for my order is coming soon, so if mother can wait until after I’m finished, I’ll make you a set of clothes.”

“Mmm, I see. Apologies, I didn’t mean to rush you.”

Mother was all beaming with smiles. Did she want the clothes that much?

…Well then, at any rate, I managed to acquire mother’s cooperation. Next is my sisters…

“Hey, Shiori.”

Someone tapped my shoulder. When I turned around, my sisters, who were standing in a line, talked to me.

“You’ll give me something too, right?”

“Y-Yes. If it’s within my ability… Shall I make something for you to wear, like with mother?”

“No, I’m fine. Rather than that… can you… give me a hug?”

“Eh?”

“I finally have a chance to meet with you again after a long time. Don’t you want to deepen our sisterhood?”

My older sister put her hands to her blushing cheeks, embarrassed and fidgeting like a maiden in love.

sisterhood, right?

“Ah, then a kiss full of familial love for meeee!”

“Sleep in the same bed with me…”

“Actually, I want the deep kind of kiss!”

“…The full course, please.”

“Let’s explore the limits of passion together with me and enter the world of ○○○ and ○○○… Hehehehee…”

Nooooooooooo!

This is totally NOT the familial kind of love at aaaaaaaaall!!!

“”””Those are valid rewards, so give it to us!””””

My sisters spoke in a perfect chorus while insisting on getting their ways.

No, I’m not agreeing with thaaaaaat!!

One week later.

I finally somehow managed to acquire the necessary amount of air cushions and delivered them.

Seeing my haggard, bony appearance, guildmaster Alrond of the Traders’ Guild, commander Garland, and the dwarf-looking man from the harness guild (I heard later on that he’s the guildmaster) got worried about me and promised that they won’t ever throw me unreasonable orders like that again.

Yeah.

Well… To speak of the end result, I managed to protect my chastity.

I got my sisters to compromise, so I didn’t need to go any further than giving kisses on the cheek or becoming a hug pillow.

Yet even so, my sisters would still try to go pass that line if there’s an opportunity. Because of that, to protect myself, I hadn’t slept a wink for this whole week.

No wonder I looked so haggard.

I knew it, that bad feeling I got in the beginning was correct.

I knew it, that place really was the devil’s lair.

After giving mother the clothes I promised as her reward, I swore to myself that I would never get close to that place ever again.

…By the way, some time after, people began to spread rumors about an immortal Arachne wearing a midnight-black dress and call her ‘The Queen’.


As usual, below is the stats of the product.

It’s the dress Shiori gave to her mother at the end.

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Queen Black

Defense +75

Magic Defense +35

Darkness Resistance +40%

Basic Stats Charm +1

When worn, a pitch-black aura will appear.

Recover 5% of maximum HP every minute. (Only in combat)

Recover 2% of maximum MP every minute. (Only in combat)

Transformable. Can be worn in both human form or spider form.

A dress black as night, dyed by the scales of a darkness-aligned True Dragon.

The bewitching charm of the Mother Arachne was further accentuated by the open back dress and its extravagant use of Starlight Pearls to adorn the chest.


1. Modified from the saying 男は度胸、女は愛嬌 (Men should be brave, and women should be affable)

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If you don’t already know it, may as well familiarise yourself with the story of Hoichi the Earless. It’s not terribly long.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoichi_the_Earless#Legend_summary

Below this is some general knowledge that actually comes up quite a bit, so you should probably have a read as well:

Wu Zetian

Wu Zetian was a Chinese sovereign who ruled unofficially as empress consort and empress dowager and later, officially as empress regnant during the brief Zhou dynasty (684-705), which interrupted the Tang dynasty (618–690 & 705–907).

Wu was the sole officially recognised empress regnant of China in more than two millennia.

The importance to history of Wu Zetian’s period of political and military leadership includes the major expansion of the Chinese empire, extending it far beyond its previous territorial limits, deep into Central Asia, and engaging in a series of wars on the Korean Peninsula, first allying with Silla against Goguryeo, and then against Silla over the occupation of former Goguryeo territory.

Wu Zetian was born into a rich family. She had servants at her disposal to perform routine tasks for her, so there were not many domestic jobs that Wu would ever have to learn. Because of this, Wu was encouraged by her father to read books and pursue her education. He made sure that his daughter was well-educated, a trait that was not common among women, much less encouraged by their fathers.

At age fourteen, she was taken to be an imperial concubine (lesser wife) of Emperor Taizong of Tang. It was there that she became a type of secretary. This opportunity allowed her to continue to pursue her education. She was given the title of cairen, title for one of the consorts with the fifth rank in Tang’s nine-rank system for imperial officials, nobles, and consorts.

When she was summoned to the palace, her mother, the Lady Yang, wept bitterly when saying farewell to her, but she responded,

“How do you know that it is not my fortune to meet the Son of Heaven?”

Lady Yang reportedly then understood her ambitions, and therefore stopped crying.

The traditional Chinese historical view on Wu Zetian generally was mixed — admiring her for her abilities in governing the state, but vilifying her for her actions in seizing imperial power.

“Wu Zetian (690–705) was an extraordinary woman, attractive, exceptionally gifted, politically astute and an excellent judge of men. With single minded determination, she overcame the opposition of the Confucian establishment through her own efforts, unique among palace women by not using her own family. Her rise to power was steeped in blood….” Ann Paludan

Xu Fu

Xu Fu was born in 255 BC in Qi, an ancient Chinese state, and served as a court sorcerer in Qin Dynasty China. He was sent by Qin Shi Huang to the eastern seas twice to look for the elixir of life. His two journeys occurred between 219 BC and 210 BC.

It was believed that the fleet included 60 barques and around 5,000 crew members, 3,000 boys and girls, and craftsmen of different fields. After he embarked on a second mission in 210 BC, he never returned.

Those who support the theory that Xu Fu landed in Japan credit him with being the catalyst for the development of ancient Japanese society. The Jōmon culture which had existed in ancient Japan for over 6,000 years suddenly disappeared around 300 BC.

The farming techniques and knowledge that Xu brought along are said to have improved the quality of life of the ancient Japanese people and he is said to have introduced many new plants and techniques to ancient Japan.

The worship of Xu Fu as the “God of farming”, “God of medicine” and “God of silk” by the Japanese is attributed to these achievements. Numerous temples and memorials of Xu can be found in many places in Japan.

Yang Guifei

Yang Yuhuan, of the highest consort rank Guifei, was known as one of the Four Beauties of ancient China. She was the beloved consort of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang during his later years.

In 733, fourteen-year-old Yang Yuhuan married Li Mao, the Prince of Shou and the son of Emperor Xuanzong and Consort Wu.
After Consort Wu died in 737, Emperor Xuanzong was greatly saddened by the death of his then-favorite concubine.

Some time after that, however, Princess Yang somehow came into Xuanzong’s favor and the Emperor decided to take her as his consort. However, since Princess Yang was already the wife of his son, Emperor Xuanzong stealthily arranged her to become a Taoist nun, with the tonsured name Taizhen, in order to prevent criticism that would affect his plan of making her his concubine.
Yang then stayed, for a brief moment, as a Taoist nun in the palace itself, before Emperor Xuanzong made her an imperial consort after bestowing a new wife on his son Li Mao. Yang became the favorite consort of the Emperor.

During the An Lushan Rebellion, as Emperor Xuanzong and his cortege were fleeing from the capital Chang’an to Chengdu, the emperor’s guards demanded that he put Yang to death because they blamed the rebellion on her cousin Yang Guozhong and the rest of her family. The emperor capitulated and reluctantly ordered his attendant Gao Lishi to strangle Yang to death.

Yang was known for having a full and fleshy figure, which was a much sought-after quality at the time.


Thanks to Oniisama’s miracle hands, the Bea-tan doll was somehow finished before the School Festival. That was horrible…

Trying to create long hair for her was already harder than expected, but trying to create the same perfect curls just made it worse.

Originally I was going to use wool that was curled to begin with but it turned out to be a little off compared to the real Bea-tan.

As it turns out the reason was that it was all one colour. I ended up buying curled brown wool in every shade I could find, and after a lot of trial and error I managed to mix together a shade that looked right. You did it, Reika…

Thanks to that adventure my room was filled with brown wool right now. Maybe I could make some animals with it after the School Festival was over. Probably not soon though. I wasn’t sure I wanted to jump right back into needle felting again…

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The wedding dress that was the crystallisation of our club’s effort and passion stood in the centre of our exhibition room, while our personal projects lined the walls. It was amazing what my club members have come up with on their own.

Of particular note was Minami-kun. Despite all the time he spent doing the silver embroidery on the club wedding dress, he still managed to submit an amazing tapestry of the madonna and child.

In comparison the Club President had hardly contributed to the wedding dress at all… At best I helped out with some of the bouquets. Sorry for being useless.

Still, my life-sized Beatrice doll was cute and had a nice realism to it, so I don’t think I shamed my club. Oniisama, Sasajima-san, everybody who helped me at the club, thank you.

Unlike some other attractions, the Handicraft Club’s exhibition was free to enter and leave. Thanks to that we didn’t need much manpower outside of a small rotating staff of guides.

Since they didn’t really need me here, I was going to use my effort on my class’ attraction instead.

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Chinese Tea Café, Xu Fu.

The setting of our café was that we were the disciples of the Court Magician Xu Fu, who came to Japan with him in the Qin dynasty. That’s why we were advertising our teas as elixirs of immortality. It felt like a bit of a scam.

We had quite a few types of with us; normal stuff like oolong, jasmine or pu er, as well as some more exotic types like flower teas and flowering teas. The flowering tea had been quite popular with the girls in my class so we were hoping it would be popular with the customers too.

For snacks to go with it we were selling annin tofu, mango pudding, black sesame pudding, and various types of moon cakes among other things.

Annin tofu (杏仁豆腐) or almond tofu is a soft, jellied dessert made of almond milk, agar, and sugar, allegedly eaten in China as far back as 2000 years ago.

We bought them all, obviously, so the taste was guaranteed. I had made sure to taste test each one myself. They were yummy.

The shop itself was decorated with a chinoiserie theme, served by boys in changpao, and girls in pants and cheongsam. Originally the girls wanted to wear hanfu like celestial maidens but we decided against it because it wasn’t very disciple-ish.

Anyhow, with this, the theme would have been perfect if not for Dite.
Given how he jumped at any opportunity to play his violin, it came as no surprise that he was pushing for a part in the School Festival too.

Everyone told him that the violin wouldn’t fit the theme, and that if he really wanted to play something then he should get an erhu instead, but Dite wouldn’t budge.

In the end he was so annoying that we just relented. The excuse was that he was some foreign guest from the West, and hence the sight of his afro bobbing away as he played away in a trance.

“Welcome, customer. These are elixirs of immortality from the famed Mount Penglai. With but one sip your youth will be returned to you…”

I was busy serving customers myself.

Some people came for the variety of teas, while others came to visit friends in our class, so the sales weren’t doing too badly. Still, they weren’t looking amazing either.

I mean, I had nothing personal against a nice relaxed pace like this, but I had the niggling feeling that I was supposed to be doing more as the vice class representative. Maybe by standing outside and attracting more customers.

I stepped into the hallway for a moment and looked at who was passing by. Oh! Wasn’t that the president of the Soccer Club? I waved my hand to beckon him over.

When he noticed me he cried, “Hii, Wu Zetian…!” before running away.

But I’m not Wu Zetian. I’ve always thought of myself as Yang Guifei in my heart.

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The attraction by Kaburagi’s class was the one most looked-forward to in our grade; they were doing one of those sound-based haunted houses. Pretty much all the guests had come here.

Considering the size limitations of the classroom they were using, the audio haunted house with 3-dimensional was probably as good as it could get. And given how picky Kaburagi was about these things in general, thanks to the audio equipment the haunted house was so good you’d never expect it to be something from a school festival.

The programme was Hoichi the Earless. Before you entered the haunted house, a guide in white clothing put a heart sutra seal over your face. After that they led you into this room with will o wisps and wooden grave markers.

After taking a seat, you put on the headphones provided. That was when hell began.

The gloomy sound of a biwa played. Along with it was an eerie singing voice.

Since it was 3-dimensional, it supposedly felt like the spirits of the Heike were chanting right by your ear and chills ran down your spine. It was like they were standing right behind you.

When the spirits came to claim you after you had the heart sutra written all over you, apparently some of the more timid customers took off their headphones to escape back to reality. The only heart sutra actually on them was the one plastered on their face after all.

As the climax when your ears were torn off, apparently some of the guests actually ran screaming down the hallway.

Given that I was a coward myself I definitely didn’t want to go, but Class Rep’s quartet had apparently promised to go with each other. What the heck. Was that like a double date? So envious. But since everybody was seated in their own little area, I doubted they could do that haunted house thing when you screamed and clung to each other.

A while ago when Ririna visited Xu Fu with her friends, she told me that they were going to the haunted house as well later. Minami-kun was the odd one out, with an aura of ‘I don’t want to go…’ coming out of his entire body. I wonder if he’d be okay…

Anyway, Ririna had ordered the flowering tea and seemed to be really taken with how it bloomed like a flower underwater, so I made a note to give the rest to her that I had at home.

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When it was time for shifts to change, my friends and I went walking around the school as well. Since it was turning out to be impossible to properly see everything today, I’d do the rest tomorrow.

Enjou and Wakaba-chan’s class was doing a café too. Cafés were easy to do, after all. Unlike our class’ Chinese tea café, they were going with a completely normal one. Given that it was a rare and limited chance to see Enjou in a barista outfit it was popular enough already. On top of that, they implemented a numbered ticketing system for people who wanted to enjoy his latte art. Everyone was talking about how there had been a huge queue of girls outside since the morning.

“Come onn, Reika-sama. Let’s go see Enjou-sama’s café!” Ru’ne-chan said.

“I have no objections, but without a ticket he will not make us latte art, you know?”

“I’m disappointed about that too, but we should still go. I want to at least see him in the barista outfit.”

Ru’ne-chan had missed out on her chance to get a ticket. I guess she had underestimated how popular he would be.

We entered the busy shop only to find that Kaburagi was there too. The girls were overjoyed. There he was, sipping away at his coffee with home-made biscuits. Which was surprising enough, since Kaburagi never ate home-made food.

Nobody had expected him to actually eat any of them but contrary to expectations he took a bite.

“Bring me the one who made these,” he said with slightly widened eyes.

Confused about why she was being called out, Wakaba-chan stepped out from the back of the store.

“Um, was there something wrong…?”

“Takamichi. You were the one who made these?”

“Eh, yes. I did, but…?”

While Wakaba-chan was looking confused and uncomfortable, Kaburagi suddenly chuckled.

“They were delicious.”

Kaburagi, who never ate home made food, had eaten a home-made biscuit. A home-made biscuit baked by a girl, that he even praised as being delicious.

The news spread through Zui’ran like wildfire, and there was a rush of female customers to ‘The Golden Dawn’, the fortune telling shop that Fuyuko-sama’s class was doing.

Did this mean that Kaburagi was starting to fall for her…?

“Here, Kisshouin-san. This one is on me,” Enjou smiled, as he left a latte art of a rabbit in front of me.


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