The day after the 'Fairy Ball', which was a series of wars and surprises.

I woke up early, had a light breakfast (cupmen), and cleaned and washed the apartment.

After the summer vacation, I was immersed in the Clan Clan for ten days in a cold room where I let the cooler benefit the cancer. He was living a life of utter self-depravity.

The clothes I took off are left scattered. The stuff I ate, it's mainly just cupmen, but that container stays put in a plastic bag and left alone. Plus, by the way, the end of the day the trash is falling off.

"Hmmm...... still, dirty"

Yeah. Let me make an excuse first, it's been hard to cook since I became this little body, and it's been hard to do laundry. So glad the Cupmen Only event was easy. I didn't have to wash the clothes I was wearing since I became this body to smell otherwise sweaty, so I didn't mind leaving them on the floor as they were.

That's why. To the chores I was skipping during the summer vacation, I asked if I was desperately engaged this morning.

The answer is simple.

Because in an hour, my sister will come to the house.

"At this pace, don't make it..."

If my sister sees this status quo, she decides that she can't live alone with me and has the possibility of sitting here forever. Even with such a body, as always, we must show that we can live.

"I wish I could get a passing score"

My sister in the Clan Clan was quite relentless, but I think she was still overprotective when I got within sight.

I mean my sister like that. If you see me, I'm afraid I'm going to tell you I'm not going back to my apartment. The college my sister attends is far from here, so it's going to be annoying.

As was the case at the ball, thanks to the fairies' accompaniment, my sister had blinded herself to me after all the attention, preventing weird people from approaching me.

I appreciate it a lot there, but I'd like to be a little reluctant to get the same thing done in real life.

"A lot, you can afford it..."

A grunt that I was forced to utter to myself, distracting myself from a certain thought.

"Now you don't have to worry about anything."

Words to yourself that are not directed at anyone are in the washing machine's 'Peppy!' was cancelled in the notice of completion of the washing.

Hold a laundry basket containing clothes that have been washed, gripping both hands that are about to tremble.

Go out onto the veranda and reach for a hanger hung from a raised dry object. But now that my height has shrunk, it's hard for me to say that I can grasp it safely. Something like stretching out and arriving or not.

"Ha..."

Even a bad injury before meeting my sister would make the story unnecessarily complicated. I sigh, dragging the table my sister Michelle used when she was a little girl directly beneath me to dry her feet. And reach for the hanger again.

"No more. We can't postpone this."

I took the hanger with the desire to consolidate my resolve and deliver something important into this hand.

Until my sister arrived, I did my chores quietly.

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He said that he was doing a final check on the house where he had become a little beautiful enough to be sure it would be okay for his sister to come.

"Ping-Poon!"

Housekeeper, nice to meet you. I react pickly to the sound of the intercom informing visitors.

Then slowly approach the monitored phone and take the receiver.

The monitor provided in front of the front door reflected the unmistakable appearance of my sister.

My sister, with her carry bag in her right hand, had her hair on her left hand unconstructively. Unlike the ponytail hairstyles in the game, my sister with long grated hair has more of a clean, clean and white flair than a clear pity.

I remembered a little freshness for a little sister change.

My sister in high school said, 'Because school rules are strict, I'm just tying my long hair. At work, it can't be easy to cut,' I often remembered. That's how I've been keeping my ponytail.

I wonder how much my sister has changed since I went to college.

Familiar ponytail to straight long.

I just saw such a minor change.

The receiver I was holding was slipping out of my sight.

"Ping-Poon!"

Again, the inorganic sound of the interphone echoing back into the quiet room.

My body can't move even if I know with my head that I should respond to something or I have to go unlock it.

Like I just had feelings for my sister's slight change. My sister must think of something when she sees me. My sister sees my changes and I'm terribly scared of how the hell they'll react.

Until now, the lid, desperately containing those emotions, was about to disintegrate easily.

"Taro? He's not here?

Speaking over the intercom, my sister on the screen strapped her neck to the shadow. After twisting or knocking on the door knob, he took something out of the carriage back like a hundred million bucks.

The key to our match.

We don't have much time.

My sister is inserting the key and turning her hand to the knob.

Should I be locked in my room?

Until just now, I was firmly prepared to make up my mind that if the wind blows, it would turn off the lights.

Step back so you can be stirred up by the anxiety of smearing your mind black.

"Gachari"

The door opens.

Thore is supposed to be a small sound, but it has sounded somewhat louder in my ear than it would have been in the illusion of being echoed in a cave.

"I'm home."

Hearing my sister's voice coming from the front door over my back, I sneak into my room and close the door.

"Phew..."

Lean against the door and exhale deeply.

Weird sweat is out of the ordinary. The feeling of the door on my back is chilled out, and it gives me a strange sense of discomfort.

Listening to the sound of Gasagoso and some sister messing around in the living room, I close my eyes and rebel against my sister's actions and actions so far.

My sister covered for me whenever she wanted.

I'm sure my sister had an idea since the day we first played together within the clan clan that I was having something to worry about. That's a good example of what I've been doing as a 'good boy, good boy' in elementary school.

Always, Rin, a little scared, but a very warm sister.

Such a sister, not in the game, but right from the side, separated a door. We should have to face it.

I'm fine. My sister should be fine.

I recite the words I have said to myself many times in my chest, putting my strength to my lower abdomen. I slapped both cheeks with a punch of my hand to further my temper.

You reacted to that sound, across the door, from the living room.

"Taro? Are you there? Were you asleep?

To my sister's inquiry, I drank my spit.

I stepped on that if I was hesitant any more, I would look back at the door, turn the door knob vigorously, and push.

My sister was on her knees and was about to take something out of her carry bag. The door in my room opened, so naturally, my gaze moved from hand to hand.

At first, maybe. I think you saw my legs, my toes.

And to the knees, hips, hands, chest and arms, neck. Slowly up from the bottom. At least for me, I felt like I'd been watching me for long enough to be forever.

At the end of the day, my sister's black eyes were pointed at my face.

"Ta,"

My sister opened her mouth once, but quickly tied it tight to the letter.

And then slowly start observing me again, the silver-haired girl.

There was a glimmer of fear in that expression. I quickly came to that answer as to why my sister had such feelings. At the same time, it made me sad.

A strange girl is in the house of her own accord at her parents' house who has been home for a long time, and besides, it is natural to be suspicious when she comes out of her brother's room. Even my sister is a woman at first, and it's reasonable to be scared.

Besides, if that figure was grossly similar to my brother's character that I had seen on a daily basis in the game, I would have a fear gushing out.

I know.

I know, but I couldn't help but suppress the whirlpool of emotions that pushed me over, and even though I hadn't been able to explain anything to my sister, salt water was unfortunately about to overflow from my eyes.

"Taro...?

But thanks to the words that were inadvertently uttered by my sister, I stomped at the critical point.

"Uh... Taro from the game is here now, I mean, it's Taro there"

And then he bumps and asks himself, and jeez, he stares at me like a hole.

And my sister stood up and approached me step by step.

"One, I have a question for Taro"

The sister poked her knee (knee) into her eyes to reassure the young child and inquired in a soft tone.

I was so happy that my sister decided it was' me 'before she asked the question, I couldn't stop the liquid from coming out of my eyes and my nose.

My sister, who has broken through so clammy, gets so thankful that she can't say it all in words. And I cried with no sound like this since I made an accusation against Mr. Miyano Uchi. I mean, I cried just ten days and twice there. Still, this time I stared back at my sister without worrying because it was not misery or cut or remorse, but salt water drooling that came from the feeling of pure joy.

"Hey, hey... hey, sister (ah)"

And the voice that finally squeezed out was trembling at the tremor.

But I think it should have reached my sister's ear.

"Taro, in my memory, is a little taller... No, he may be saying weird things, but never mind."

Bad toothed rhetoric, as if something was caught in the back teeth.

My sister is also desperate, I guess, to tour her thoughts not to be confused.

The wonder that you can calmly see your sister the other way because you are exposing her to impudence as much as you can no longer do. While my sister, I'm impressed with how well she can handle it so calmly without even panicking.

"So, you know... Taro is cute, of course, but, uh, what? According to my memory, Taro was supposed to be a boy, but is that what you call a misremembering?

After all, she was my sister who threw up some confusing dialogue.