Ascendance of a Bookworm

I am, Thuri, 6 years old.

I have a five-year-old sister, Mine.

Mine has straight blue hair like a night sky with golden eyes like a moon. Even from my sister's me, she's so cute.

I'm always sick, and I have a fever, so I can't eat much rice and it doesn't get much bigger. My skin is bright white because I can't get out much.

Very cute, but it's a shame we can't play together. The other kids are playing with their own siblings, so I get envious.

Mine also had an amazing fever during this time. Maybe the fever went on as high as I thought I was going to die and the whole family was worried. Mine was so debilitated that he couldn't even eat rice for about three days and couldn't drink water.

Maybe that fever made Mine a little crazy.

Because of the fever, when I utter a word I'm not sure, I get angry all of a sudden, I usually listen to what I say right, but I get out of bed while I go to wash my plate, and I don't know how I cry, I keep crying all day...

At that time, is it still painful to have a fever? I thought Mine would get weirder if the fever went down.

'Cause I'm sick of my body, and I want you to wipe it.

If I was boiling water when I cooked rice, he wanted warm water.

Every day, too!

Mine wets the cloth every day and wipes all over her body. "Help me because there are some places I can't reach by myself," she said, helping.

On the first day, the bucket of hot water was a lot dirtier, but after three days, the water remained clean.

"Even though it's barely dirty, isn't it a waste to use hot water?

"It's dirty, it's not for nothing."

Whatever you say, Mine sticks to wiping his body every day. Soon, a corner of the bedroom had become a hot tub space for Mine.

And for some reason, I even try to wipe about me just to help. Even if I say, "It's okay," I rub my face with a cloth. Say, "Touri is dirtier than me because he's going outside."

Surely after wiping mine clean water became cloudy and dirty after me. When I can seriously show off the dirt on me, I feel a little nasty.

Yet Mine laughs nicely. "It wouldn't be useless for both of us, would it?".

It's useless to use hot water every day. 'Cause how would you know?

It's so hard to bring a bucket of water from the well, how do I know?

Then, suddenly, I tied my hair.

Mine's hair is straight, so no matter how tightly tied she is, she quickly unties and falls off. So until now, I haven't tied anything in particular.

He tied it again. In that case, he failed several times and the swollen mine suddenly started fishing around the toy cage. From that, my father cut the wood and made it, and my mother brought me the doll that made the clothes - my treasure.

"Thuri. Can I fold this?

"That's the doll's foot! Mine, terrible!

I'm afraid of my sister who can say "break" the doll's leg flat. Too much.

When I was angry, Mine scratched up his forehead and sighed, falling "sorry," a strangely colorful trick on his five-year-old cunt, breathtaking by accident.

"Touri, I want these sticks. What am I supposed to do?

Mine wanted a wooden stick, not a doll's foot. Then you can make it for me if you shred the trees you collected for firewood a little. Before they broke the doll, I scraped it with a knife and made him a thin stick.

I'd like it a little thinner over here, a little rounded to not be too pointy here, lots of orders, but they've finished mine to my satisfaction.

"Thank you, Touri"

Mine suddenly stabbed himself in the head with that stick he received with an amazing smile.

"Mine!?

In front of me for a moment, Mine wraps his hair around a stick of wood that looked pierced, twisting it in a good way. My hair tied up with a stick about what was going on.

Although I was also surprised that my hair got clumped up as if it were magic used by the noblemen, I was also surprised that Mine's hairstyle was that of an adult.

"Mine, you can't. Adults aren't the only ones who raise all their hair."

"... it is"

After rounding his eyes as if he didn't know, Mine pulled a wooden stick out of his hair. At that moment, my hair breaks loose.

Then I twisted and twisted the top half or so around with a stick, just like earlier.

"Would you like this?

"I think so."

Then Mine always started tying his hair with wooden sticks. I've seen it before and it looks like a stick is stabbed in the head, but the person seems satisfied.

Yeah, well, my mother took me off work today, so I could go to the woods with everyone for a long time.

I picked up firewood, picked lots of wood beauty and mushrooms, and lots of herbs to use to season meat. I need it for the upcoming winter shift, so all the kids I went with are picking it up hard.

I wish Mine would get better soon and be able to come to the woods with me.

"I'm home."

"Welcome back, Touri"

"What was picked? Show me, show me."

When I got home, Mine peered into the cage with a face that seemed unusual. Even though I brought it back during this time, Weird Mine... even weirder if I thought so.

"This! This, please!

Mine sparkled his eyes, and took the fruit of Melijah out of the cage. I gave him only two fruits that Mine rarely wanted something like this, so a little would be fine.

"Thank you, Touri"

With an angelic smile and cheeks on Melijah, Mine walked into the storeroom and came back looking grumpy.

"Mine, what..."

As soon as I speak, Mine suddenly looks for Melijah and waves down his hammer.

Goh! That sounds dull, Bushaah! So Meliá crumbled and bounced.

Pisces and juice fly to me too.

……

……

If I tap the hammer, naturally, the pulp and juice splash all over the place, right?

You don't have to think about it, that's about all you know, right?

"Hey, Mine. What are you doing, man?

I laugh at the nickel without wiping the juice splashed across my face.

- He screamed a little weird, and Mine jumped up in a freak.

"... er, you know. I want oil."

I've done it, with the look on my face, and I look up to you for help.

This face, it's definitely a face that I never thought would splash if I crushed it with a hammer.

"Even if you take oil, there's a way to take it!? What are you doing?

"That's right..."

I'm soggy, but is this kid really gonna be okay?

During this time, Weiss oil, we squeezed it together, don't you remember?

Maybe he's lost his mind because of too much heat!

... Should I talk to my mother?

Then my mother, who had a hard time cleaning and was going to the well under dinner, came back and was still pissed off.

Even though Mine did it, he gets pissed off with me, so I don't like the position of being a sister. Mine doesn't seem cute at all at a time like this.

"Touri, Touri. How do you take the oil? Tell me?"

Mine sneaks up to me to ask because my mother is so puffy and angry.

I can see the whole thing. Look, my mother saw it this way.

"Mom, can I tell Mine?

"Ha, if I don't tell you properly, you're going to have a tough time ahead of you. Just tell me what to do."

My mother said that in a sigh and pointed to the storage.

Since all the tools and cloths for squeezing oil are in the storeroom, I shall go with Mine to the storeroom to teach you.

"... the tree table in the kitchen is stained with oil and juice, so don't use it as it is. Put the metal table over here before you use it. Spread the cloth properly first. Put some fruit in this, or you'll splash it."

Melijah can eat fruit, so she usually squeezes oil from the seeds after eating. But Mine doesn't give in because there's real oil.

Mine is happy, he's waving the hammer down, but his aim is sweet, he's powerless, and he's a snakeback, so the seeds aren't crushed at all, even if the fruit is crushed.

Besides, I totally crush it to the seed, and then I squeeze the cloth, but it's not squeezed at all by the power of Mine.

"Mine, you can't do that. Seeds, they're not crushed, are they?

"Ugh... Tourie ~..."

Mine looks up with a very pitiful face, so I decided to help you.

When I receive the hammer from Mine, it's already sticky and wet with juice and if I shake it, it's going to fall out of the soap.

I wiped my hammer in a sigh and grabbed it.

"This is how you completely crush the seeds..."

Dad doesn't have to use a hammer to crush it pretty easily because he can use the weight for pressing. If this weight can be used, boys will be entrusted with the task of serving their strength. Heavy and unusable, we just have to crush it a little bit with a hammer.

"Squeeze the cloth like this..."

"Wow! Touri, wow!

Mine is cute to be thrilled to see the potatoes and the oil squeezing into small vessels. But my arm hurts so much.

"Thanks, Touri"

"Mine, you can't not not clean up after. Look, clean up."

Teach the deceptive Mine how to do it so he doesn't know how to piece it up, and get rid of the tools.

I'm sick and small, so I tend to look much smaller than I really am and forget, but Mine is 5 years old now, and if I turn 7, I have to get baptized at the temple and start working as an apprentice.

Even if I don't, I'll be seven next year. If I start apprenticing, is it okay that Mine will do more than half of the help in the house, but I don't know if I have tools or how to use them?

If I don't let you help me more and more as I look at my health, there's not going to be anything like hiring mine right now.

Make my mother stop spoiling me, too, and as my sister, I have to teach her right too.

"Thuri. Give me some herbs, too"

"Kind of, huh?

"Yeah!"

Mine was putting some in the oil he had removed, smelling and choosing with a serious face the smell of the herb being put out of the cage.

Maybe I'm transferring the scent, but some of the medicinal herbs Mine put in smell I don't feel like eating with the stuff I use to repel insects.

Wow... you should use it for dinner before the scent completely shifts, right?

When I tried to use Melijah's oil for dinner quickly, Mine had stopped it in desperate shape.

"Tourri! Damn! What are you doing?

"You have to eat fast or you won't be able to use it, will you? You can't eat this herb if the smell moves too far, can you?

"You can't eat it!

Whatever I say, Mine just shakes his head and tries to hide the oiled vessel. When I looked at my mother in trouble, my mother was angry with me too.

"Mine! That's what Thuri's been picking! Don't you dare tell me!

"Not my best. No! Because Touri gave it to me!

No matter how angry your mother gets, she won't listen.

My mother and I left it for nothing to say, and Mine said he wanted hot water, as usual.

But Mine suddenly put about half of that oil in a dubble and started scratching it around. If they do this, I can't eat anymore. I picked it from the woods because of you!

"Mine!? What are you doing!?

"Huh? You're gonna wash your hair?

I don't know what Mine is talking about. These things have increased over the past few days.

In front of me looking down without knowing why, Mine dipped his hair in a bucket and really began to wash it.

Wash the jab jab and the area you are soaking in and put it on your head with your hands many times. After repeated until convinced, Mine wipes his head with a cloth, squeezing his hair in a gutter.

After wiping over and over again, when I put in the shade, Mine's blue hair suddenly grew more lustrous and began to glow.

"... what, this?

"Mm-hmm." Simple Lincoln. "

"Huh?"

"Do you want to use Touri too? It wouldn't be useless for both of us, would it?

Suddenly I saw Mine come clean up close so I wanted to try it.

I wanted to try to be clean, too.

But it was after a lot of anger about Mine, so it's just a little awkward.

But Mine told me, "It's Meliá and the herb Tulli has picked, and it's Tulli who squeezed it..." and I blew up the awkwardness.

Speaking of which, isn't it all me who's ready for this?

When I unknit the three without hesitation, I wash my hair in the bucket like Mine was doing. Mine got his hands on it too, and he washed the hard to reach with his little hands over and over again.

"I think you're gonna be okay with this, huh?

I wiped it many times with a cloth and put it in, and just like Mine, my hair became tight. I always feel fluffy and my hair is moist that I couldn't get through.

It's like, if you're impressed with the magical finish,

"You're so beautiful. Touri, smell good"

That said, for some reason, Mine seems so happy to put a knife in my hair.

I'm so glad it's beautiful, but how does Mine know this?

I think Mine has gone weird after all.

Going forward, I'm a little scared whenever I get a fever, I guess.

... but when Mine tried to clear the bucket, when I saw my mother rushing to stop and use it, I was just looking forward to seeing what she would do next.