Blunt Type Ogre Girl’s Way to Live Streaming

"Phew..."

Return to the city that began with the fifth city for Nana, and return again to the fifth city.

I would never be able to do this shuttle run smudged forcible army if they told me to do it in real life, but in the game I would be able to do it as long as I had an SP.

I managed to get back to the fifth city using the full broadcast I started at noon, and I was logged out of the game as I was.

The time is already around 8: 00 p.m.

The closer I got to the front line, the tougher the clutterfish got, and it took me as long as an asshole to get around.

Though it wasn't entirely pointless because I was kind of up to the level thanks to knocking down monsters on the road.

"I'm hungry..."

I haven't eaten anything in quite some time. My stomach is complaining of hunger.

Though there should still be a morning beef stew, on the contrary, it doesn't smell like something else was made.

In my view, Nana finished the broadcast before me, and I thought she was making it around Hamburg.

"Nana ~, I'm already logged out......"

It's in the living room, I don't really use a couch when I smash it.

It's not my hobby, it's a gift from my brother...... Nana was asleep leaving her body to it.

It's a big, big couch, but somehow it's uninterruptedly adorable to be circling your body like a cat.

"Sleeping... wah"

A regular moving chest tells me that he's not dead, at least.

Nana breathes without sound, so she doesn't know until she sees it. I wonder if it's a ninja or something, really.

Nevertheless, when was the first time I'd seen Nana take a nap?

Before your parents died, did they sleep well for you? Conversely, I don't feel like I've seen it since.

Sitting next to Nana sleeping round, there's no sign of waking up.

Slowly put your fingers through the short hair cut together because it's in the way of exercise.

Hair texture with a silky smooth feel. I used to make this straight long hair.

"Rin, cha...?

Unexpectedly, Nana leaked just a small voice.

I'm not opening my eyes. The nose is ringing small and sung, so I think maybe it leaked like a bedtime speech that I judged by the smell.

"Eh, heh"

You noticed I was next door, and Nana leaked a happy voice and put her head on my lap.

It's called knee pillow posture. Sleeping on the couch all the time with his little round body, he looks happy and sleeps.

"Mmm..."

When I stroke my cheek, I just slip my body away to say more.

It's very ticklish to be moved with thighs, but it's only trivial before the charm of this cute creature on his lap.

Really, when you say you're asleep, you don't even hide your happy expression.

I'm the only one who can see Nana looking defenseless so far.

I've seen my brother strangled while sleeping trying to wake up the nana he used to sleep in, although some of it was originally defenseless.

This child is fully self-defensive, even unconsciously. And that doesn't work in front of me.

That is, for one thing, the trust I have accumulated itself. It's a testament to Nana's recognition.

Immersed in a happy mood just to think so, the presence of my best friend asleep in peace was just loving.

Me and Nana met when I was three.

Nana's parents, who were friends, depended on my parents, who were the children, and we were hooked up.

It's unthinkable from now on, but Nana was originally a terribly silent, faceless, emotionless doll-like child.

I was looking after him because he asked me to, but basically he's just blurry behind me playing games and watching it.

Anyway, he was a blurry kid, so put it on something and I was taking Nana around.

We were together every day, and after a month, Nana started following me without having to say anything.

Step back a little bit. I remember thinking, as usual, it's faceless, but it's not why you don't like it.

There was a change when it was a year after we met.

By then Nana had grown up enough to return words in words against me, and I thought of her like a child.

That's when we were supposed to play the game together, to a mundane applause.

It's now obsolete, but the opposing character gauge that was in fashion at the time.

I'm good enough to kick my brother's ass, and I want Nana to know how awesome it is, against Nana the beginner at such a young age.

I was uncomfortable, losing to Nana.

It was a total defeat until it was completely skinless. It couldn't even scrape one damage.

I fought again because I was alarmed, and even more sophisticated Nana knocked me over.

I couldn't win no matter how many times I did it, and I cried like a child.

Even though she can now respond somewhat, Nana is still terribly bad at capturing emotional subtleties.

He wasn't gonna stop crying. He was hugging me, stroking my head, trying to comfort me anyway.

Still, I didn't care about Nana, and I ran away with Nana's cheek up.

Nana supposedly stood up, holding the slapped cheek to no expression.

You think you didn't know how to take the anger emotions I showed you the first time?

Even after the next day, Nana looked normal, and she didn't seem to care about anything.

Nana, who just kept her mouth shut if she didn't speak from me, began to open from herself.

That's small, but a big change.

I think so now.

Other than that, I was more giddy with Nana, who wouldn't change her attitude too much, but eventually I broke and that fight... or the eclampsia was over.

Then. What made us truly friends?

And the accident happened.

The trigger was that the two of us went out to the park.

We were playing in the sandbox, and suddenly we were raided.

The raider is a dog. He was a breed breeder named Pitbull, bred by some rich man who was visiting the same park.

Did you want to play? Was there another exciting element?

Being a young child, I couldn't help but be scared of that dog, who suddenly burst into me and barked at me, throwing mud balls at me with selflessness.

As a result, that pissed off Pitbull.

A fierce breed of dog that could kill even adults was attacked by a four-year-old.

I was really scared. I think I was crying too.

Pitbull jumped at me, and when I was scared and closed my eyes, I heard a noise.

It doesn't hurt. The shock doesn't come either. I just got warm liquid on my body.

I wondered why, Nana was right in front of me.

I got a gut-bite on my shoulder, and a bloody friend.

Are you okay? Oh, my God, you sound worried.

After making sure I was safe, Nana slapped a shovel on the eyeball of the bitten dog and forced him to peel it off.

And he slapped the head of the dog, smothered with eyeballs, with a thoughtful shovel.

Many, many, many times.

Many times until your head changes shape and stops moving.

I made sure it stopped working altogether and Nana fell in again.

With unlikely strength for a four-year-old girl, Nana slaughtered Pitbull.

It really doesn't matter that Nana killed the dog, and I cried worried about Nana falling down full of blood.

An adult who heard the noise contacted the hospital.

Nana barely took her life, but later found out she was dying of a shock of bleeding.

I woke up, and Nana called my name in the first voice, apparently.

If I rushed, Nana was there the same as usual.

I apologize, apologize, and cry again gladly.

Nana stroked my head like that.

After that, I don't know, because your father put a cat on it all.

Apparently the dog owner was terribly angry, but he's also responsible for the fact that the owner left the dog without a decent lead connected in the first place.

But the fact that Nana beat the dog to death instantly propagated around the area.

It was called a monster. I was told I was inhuman. Nana was treated like a swelling, not directly but like a pussy.

I don't know if Nana had noticed, but even her real parents seemed frightened by Nana's anomaly.

But no matter what my surroundings say, Nana is my friend, my childhood friend, with a hero who helped me.

That's why I took an oath.

I'm on Nana's side no matter what.

Because that's one of the few things I can do.

For a friend I love, because it's the only thing I can do.

"... honey, Lynn?

"... Nana?

I awakened my consciousness with the feeling of being shaken by itching and shaking my shoulders.

While I was on my knee pillow, he said I fell asleep, too. I embraced Nana, conscious as she couldn't get out of her fine sleep.

"What's going on?

"Think about when you were little, huh? I had a little dream."

"Oh well. … Shall we go to bed today?"

"... right"

Nana supports me from the side with a slightly fluttering foot.

"Hey, Nana"

"What?"

"... today, was it fun?

"I had fun today."

"Yes, that's fine."

Reach the bed and dive into the futon.

Dragging Nana in as well, she looked surprised for a moment and then came in without resisting.

"Nana, good night"

"Yeah. Good night"