Ascendance of a Bookworm

If you don't have a book, you can make it yourself.

Having so concluded, my mood has become positive, but the trouble is that there is no paper itself in the house. That was confirmed when we explored.

I mean, I just have to go buy paper, but I don't know where I'm selling it. Trouble is, there are no convenience stores, no home centers, no supermarkets, no stationery stores in this city.

Now, where the hell is the paper sold?

My uncle at the grocery store said, "I have to write my own books," so I think the blank state books are sold.

But where the hell is that?

Maybe there's a paper shop that deals with all the paper?

If it were Japan, I would spell it on Roosevelt Leaf, I would write it on my notebook, I would spell it on copy paper and with Hotchkiss, and it would be done in no time, but here's a pile of problems.

There is no paper present in the house, so I have to start looking for paper in order to make a book.

My mother also went to work this morning, so there are only two of us in the house, Turi and I. Naturally, only Touri has someone to defuse the doubt.

"Thuri, do you know where you sell 'paper'?

"What did you say, Mine?

"So, 'paper'...... ah!

I remember Thuri shaking three braids and leaning his neck. This is my face when my words were not understood in Japanese.

Not good. I don't know what to say about 'paper' in the words here.

Failed! I should have also told my uncle at the grocery store what to say!

"... I don't know, do I?

"I'm sorry. I don't think I know. That's an interesting word."

I exhaled a deep sigh, dripping with gakun.

Actually, the problem with making a book isn't just that I don't know the store that sells the paper. I don't even know where they sell pencils and pens.

As far as the situation in this house and city is concerned, I don't think there is a sharp pencil or a ballpoint pen. It is suspicious that fountain pens may exist.

Now, what should I use for my writing equipment in such a situation? And how the hell am I supposed to get my writing equipment?

Above all, the biggest problem is that you can't go outside looking for ingredients and shopping on your own, and there's no precedent.

I'm in real trouble.

"Ah! Dad, I forgot!

Touri's voice echoed from the kitchen. Moving slowly, I went to the kitchen and Thuri had some kind of wrap.

Sure, this morning my father woke up and said with a hectic face, "I'm going to use it for today's work, so let it out," in the busy hours of the morning, "Why aren't you telling me sooner!?" and put my mother in a good mood.

My spine creaks when I think of the anger my mother had when she found out that she had left this behind, even though she had bothered to flip over and look for it.

"Touri, I'm sure you're angry, Mother, aren't you?

"Do you think Mine does, too?

I don't know if you're from this world or this family exclusive, but you put your emotions very straightforward. When you laugh, you laugh like an idiot, and when you're angry, you're angry as a fiery fire. I mean, my mother who exploded her anger is seriously scared.

"Touri, you should deliver this to your father, right?

"... um, but mine alone..."

When I went to wash my plate for a bit, I took the liberty of walking out of my bedroom and crying badly. When I go shopping with my mother to the market, I lose my mind and fall.

Since my family's trust in me is crawling at the bottom, it seems that Touri is not going to leave me alone.

"You're in trouble without your father, aren't you?

"... Mine, can you walk to the gate?

Apparently Touri decided not to leave me, but to accompany me.

I was slightly anxious considering the journey I made when I went to the market, but later my mother's anger scared me more. I will grasp my fist and try my best to appeal.

"but good luck"

"Well, let's go"

Just like when I went shopping with my mother, I put on a bunch of clothes and left with my wrap.

When I say I wear a bunch of clothes, it's never for stylishness. Totally for cold protection.

By the way, the clothes I have are two skincare pieces, two wool textile pieces and one wool sweater. It's like a yarn hip. Two pieces. 2 socks of yarn. Wear all the clothes you have.

"Touri, it's heavy and hard to move, huh?

"But if you don't wear them all, you don't know where the wind's coming from, because they're all clothes that hit the joints, do you? Especially since Mine is prone to catch a cold, you have to wear it properly"

As long as my mother was dressed without question, would Touri be able to be flexible? Though I thought so, Tulli, with a strong sense of responsibility, would not give way if I could not get it out in an outfit that seemed to make my health worse.

I gave up and wore it all, but thanks to it, it's very hard to move.

Touri is sturdy, so he's not so wearing it, he's light. Besides, the kids go to nearby woods alone to pick up firewood, my mother asks me to go deliver to the neighborhood, and I often walk outside and have physical strength.

But I have neither strength nor speed. All I have is the weight of my clothes.

"Mine, are you okay?

"Hey, hey... slow down, walk, you'll be fine"

At the time I went down the stairs, I was out of breath, just like last time.

I walk at my own pace. If I can't do it and fall, I'll put Tulli in even more trouble. It's important to build up trust from a small place.

Nevertheless, cobblestones are hard to walk......

It's bumpy and if you don't walk carefully, you're going to snap your legs and fall right over. I left everything around me to Touri, who was holding my hand together, and I decided to just look at my feet and walk.

"Is that it? Touri! What the fuck are you doing?

I raised my face to the voice of a boy who sounded from somewhat far away.

Three boys with backs and bows, came running over. The red, gold, and pink heads are colorful and stick to my head.

The clothes, which would have been properly dyed originally, were also stained with soil and food to a light grey colour with patterned spots, and they were all over the joints, whether they were wearing drops or not.

I think my standard of living is about the same because it doesn't look very different from what I'm wearing.

"Ah, Ralph! Rutz and Faye are with us!

Since Touri is intimate, Mine himself may be somewhat involved. Trying to put a little effort into my temples, I explored Mine's memory.

Oh, I knew I was there. Heh, a neighbor?

Ralph the same year as Tulli. Ralph is the redhead and has the best physique. The children's summariser. It feels like everyone's here.

Faye is the same age as Tulli. He's pink-headed and looks like a bad kid who seems to like pranks. You don't know how to apply or subtract force against the infirm mine, it doesn't come very close, so you have less memory.

Ralph's brother is blonde, Lutz the same age as me. It feels cute that the boy who wants to stretch out is the one who's doing what you say and do to Mine.

The three are members that Thuri often goes with when he goes to the woods, and apparently Mine has also been taken with him to the woods. Only a few outings are more clearly remembered than any other.

While I was turning my consciousness to those who explore my memory, Touri was exchanging words with Ralph in the way he played.

"My father forgot something, so I'm going to get it to the gate. Ralph and the others are in the woods?

"Yes, let's go with you to the gate."

"Yeah!"

If you look at Touri's radiant smile talking to Ralph, you know exactly what Touri usually makes you impossible.

I knew it'd be more fun to go to the woods with everyone and collect them than babysit, right? I'm sorry, my leggy sister.

But, you know, it's been a few days since my fever went down, and I think it's time for me to go out. Specifically, go find a store that sells paper.

As soon as Ralph and the others were together, they were up to my speed, and suddenly the pace of Thuri's walking increased.

Keep your hands together, you're about to be dragged, and your legs snap.

"Wow!

"Mine!?

Touri stopped me on my feet, so I didn't soak up, but I got on my knees on the spot.

"Sorry, Mine. Are you okay?"

"... yeah"

Not that it hurts, but it's pretty hard to get up once you sit down. Makes me want to rest like this.

I can't breathe a bit, I think, and I got my hands on it softly.

"... Hey, Mine. Do you want me to carry you?

Lutz, what a good boy!

Mine's memory suggests that Rutz is always downgraded by Ralph and Faye, so he does what he says and does to the infirm and small Mine, albeit in the same year. He's a gentleman and a promising future boy who doesn't have the strength to shelter Mine, who will be in a snare soon, who will have the luggage.

Besides, Lutz's blonde hair is a more familiar color to me than pink or green, so I can be reassured mentally.

"Mine, you were heating up again, weren't you? It looks spicy, and I'll carry you."

Lutz's heart is delighted. Really? But even though it's bigger than me, it's bad and I'm worried it won't crumble to have Lutz carry it the same year.

Worried about what I would do, Ralph opened his mouth as he sighed lightly down his package.

"Lutz says he won't be in the woods forever. I'll carry mine. You hold my bow. Faye's a son."

"Brother Ralph......"

Lutz stares at Ralph dissatisfied. Maybe he felt like he had his handles embezzled.

"Lutz worried me the most. That's sweet. Thank you, Lutz. It was a pleasure."

And when I laugh with a nickel, I shake Lutz's hand all the time, and praise him full.

Lutz was satisfied that he was admitted to being worried, laughed as lighted and quietly took Ralph's bow in his hand.

These gentle parts of a child need to be praised and stretched out a lot. See, as a spiritual adult.

"Look, come on."

"Yeah, thanks, Ralph"

On Ralph's back, a little bigger than Touri, leans over and weighs in. You don't need to be ashamed of a young girl. I didn't say no.

Ralph, who carried me, with a firm foothold, began to walk; with a high vision of 30-40 cm, the view looked much different. Specifically, the only stone I could see at my feet was the proper view of the city.

Besides, the speed with which you were attuned to me would be the original speed, so the flow of the scenery is out of step.

"Wow, it's high! Fast!

"Don't get too excited, do you? We're gonna have another fever."

"Yeah. I'll be careful"

Eh heh heh, a sick and weak young girl is a bargain.

Still, the boy who comes back carrying firewood with his help is powerful. My muscles are pretty tight for a kid.

My physical stature is a lot different compared to the Japanese junior year of elementary school in my memory. Although it may not be comparable because of the different living environment and race itself.

And not compared to Japan, the scenery is the same.

Dirt that flows a little out of a thin alley, or a loba crossing the boulevard drooling through the shit...

Beh, nothing, 'cause I didn't want to see dirt!

It was a sight I wouldn't see in Japan, so I was so surprised that my eyes would go that way!

Unlike when I went to the market, I can't see inside the shop on the ground floor at all, whether it's because I'm walking on Craftsman Street. The store that just handles the product, though it was a glass window, can only see here about a sign lowered to the door.

Besides, the similarly colored buildings line up all the time, so my eyes just got drawn to the noticeable objects. I'm not bad.

"Ralph, are you okay? Mine, isn't it heavy?

Comparing myself with Ralph as he was worried and left on his back, Touri asks Ralph. Ralph shook his body once and reborn me before turning his back and opening his mouth just a little to blink.

"Fine. Mine's tiny and light, and you'd be in trouble if I let you walk, wouldn't you?

I want to help Tulli in trouble to see it from his illuminating expression and words. Are you saying you want Thuri to thank you?

Ho, Ralph boy. Is the aim our Touri?

If you want me to shoot the general, I'll tell you from the horse first. Well, I can be a horse.

All right, all right, keep it up, childhood love!

... Of course, it's my own delusion.

I know we're both young and I don't feel anything at all about love, but I don't have the entertainment of a book, so I want you to be paranoid and forgive me enough to make it into a sentence in your brain.

'Cause, Ralph, you know, you say "Touri, something about you, don't smell good," and you smell the three knits of Touri.

Girl comic book hero or you!? That makes me want to scratch.

"Really? Thanks," Toori said, dyeing her cheeks.

Even I, 22, have no sweet or sour experience, but if the 6-year-old Thuri had such a sweet vibe, you'd want to nibble on my back and be paranoid, wouldn't you?

I just read books, I'm just paranoid, and I'm in the dream world, so I don't accept words that I don't feel like a man.

Because it's something my neighbor Shu-chan told me, not just my family, for a long time.

It's an extra favor. Bubba Bubba.

Ralph and Touri's childhood love was turning into a reverse harem story centered around Touri while I was skipping consciousness to a bit of frustrating memories in Japan.

"Really. Smells good."

"Which one?

With that said, Faye and Lutz are also putting their faces close to the three knitting of Thuri and smelling them.

If this were your age man or woman, it would be the complete opposite har.

"My hair is so glossy."

"What have you done?

Fluffy. I guess so. I guess so.

Satisfied with the praise of the inverse harmember with a surprised face, I nod again and again on Ralph's back.

I put the smelling flowers dry in my costume box, I get boiling water first when I cook rice, Thuri and I wipe our bodies, moisturize my hair with herbal oil, brush carefully, and improve the hygiene of the house a little bit.

Apparently, the effect of my efforts is already out.

By the way, the Ralphs stink a little. It smells normal around here, so I'm getting used to it somewhat, but the smelly stuff stinks. I'm in a position for Ralph to carry it, so I won't put it in my mouth, but it stinks.

Everyone wants to put it together and wash it with soap. I'm afraid all we have is stinky animal soap for cleaning and laundry, and there's no plant soap that smells good enough to wash your body.

Yeah, I'd like some soap that I can wash my hands with.

I was skipping my thoughts and Lutz pulled my hair all the time. Smell it, like I was making it a touri.

"Mine smells good too. Besides, when you tied your hair, you got a good look on your face and you got cute."

The light green eyes narrow innocently as they stare at me.

Oh, no! Lutz, I have pigment correction! Blonde green eyes alone look handsome corrected!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! They're toddlers! I know there's no intention, but this schematic is illuminating! Please, stop! It's been a good year and I don't have the experience to do that, so I'm having trouble dealing with it!

I am the only one in my heart who is more relaxed and hardened. Everyone else is already talking about what they can pick in the woods and how long it will be before the first snow.

I hate Lutz, who boasts that his bow has improved while keeping me stuffy.

Unlike Thuri, to whom I can give thanks, I could not do anything but consolidate.

My heart is still bugging me.

Is it normal here to be able to do this flat out at 5-6 years old!?

Hey, this world! Isn't it too bad for my heart to be an itchy, shy Yamato?

... Yes, there. Who's Yamato? I'm not saying!