Himekishi to Camping Car

A river plain at noon, a stopped camper.

Mimi was sitting with her legs down on the edge, and there was a straight man ahead.

Naoto spoke, turning his back on Mimi.

"Well, we're almost to Mimi's."

"Yeah!"

"How far is it?

"Yeah, I walked, three days!

"Three days on the kid's feet, that's pretty close. Should I follow you around tomorrow already?

"Really?

"By and large. Going all at once?

"Yeah, just take your time"

To Mimi, who told me to do what I always do, a straight man smiling back.

Relaxed slow life in a camper. It brings joy to Mimi, who makes such an idea with nature.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time for Mimi, hasn't it? It's been about three months since you met us."

"Yeah! It's been a long time since I've seen you guys, so enjoy!

"Guys?"

"Yeah, guys!

"Oh, shit, guys"

Straight man smiling. It's not hard to imagine that he's a naive and easily liked Mimi, I'm sure he's popular in his hometown.

He imagined a child who had one of his relatives, liked and adored by everyone.

Mimi asked with her neck tied.

"Brother, what are you doing just now?

"Yeah? Yeah, there was a saucer growing around there, so I cut one. Because of this, I thought I'd use this for seven nights."

"Tanabana?"

"Yes. All right, for now, I wonder if Sasaki could be fixed with this."

I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, and looked at what I had been doing earlier, the sage that pierced the ground.

I grabbed the stem and tried to shake it gently. It's a disappointing stab, and there's no sign of it falling out just because it does.

"What are you going to do with this? Eat?"

"It's not Sophia, it's not anything."

"Sister, you're hungry."

"Tia too."

"Master, rectangle, done"

Patricia showed herself from inside the room as Naoto and Mimi were laughing couscous.

I cut it into rectangles and handed a bunch of threaded paper to the straight man.

Look at that, Mimi wriggles her neck in wonder.

"Come on, what?

"It's a short book. Write a letter here and tie it to a satchel."

"Tie it... what do you do?

"Stay here, I'll show you an example now"

Good for Mimi, she receives more pens from Patricia, puts a letter on the rectangle, and rubs it in a saucer.

Mimi peered into the short book and looked up at Naoto and listened.

"What does this say?

"'Come on, kill him!'."

"Wow, you mean your sister!

"Yes, a classic princess knight. And then this too - 'If you're gonna do it, do it!

"Ooh."

Mimi smiles full face.

Think about it, tell Naoto.

"Brother, can I write too?

"Nice - yes, a short book and a pen"

"Yeah!"

Mimi, who received it, wrote in childish large, distorted letters.

I asked straight away who wouldn't give it up.

"What did you write?

"'Even if this makeup is done,' The paper was tiny and this is all I put on it."

"Haha, it's Sophia after all. Plus, it's like an upper sentence."

Naoto made a mistake and wrote the following sentence in the booklet.

"'It'll never be yours'"

"Hahaha. Awesome, funny."

"There's also this, the legendary 'Nho, ho, ho!

"Hahaha. Hey, brother, what do you mean by this?

"You were writing without knowing. You don't have to know now, you'll see when you grow up."

That's what I said, I gently stroked Mimi's head.

Skinny of messing with Sophia, they wrote one short book after another in high tension.

- Stuck and gangsta.

- I love your brother's rice.

- (Gasps) o ° tits! Tits!

- Ogo-ogo ♪

As I looked at it, Sasaki was followed by a large number of booklets.

The breeze-swept, twirling, and hilarious book has a strange magic power that excites people just to look at it.

"Mimmy, look at this"

"Wow, it's a painting. Wow!

The rectangle shown by Naoto was not a letter, but a brief illustration.

At the end of the open edge, a puppy sitting properly.

Mimi was so excited about the cuteness.

"Brother! Fun, this."

"Yeah."

"Master, isn't this away from the original New Year's Eve?

"What's the original New Year's Eve?

Mimi looked up at Patricia, and I heard.

"Write your wish in this booklet and they'll tell you your wish will come true."

"Really!?

"Oh, that was originally an event like that. Lately, when I look online, it's often used for gagging and making statements of intent."

"There were quite a few fashionable ones that year."

"Let's sign a deal with me to make every wish come true, or something"

That's what Naoto said, he wrote a new booklet and stuck it on Sasaki.

"That's the kind of stuff that doesn't weather."

"Brother, what did you write?

"'You must never work!

"Wow. Brother, it's really hard to work."

"It's not hard, but I don't want to work for at least the next five years."

"Oh well."

He said, "If you put this on the sacrament, you'll find Hiroshi and the weaving princess in the sky."

"Master, isn't it counterproductive to put it only in terms of that wish?

"Yeah? What do you mean?"

"It's from the Seventh Eve."

"Origin? What..."

Pick your chin and explore your memory. I can remember Hiroshi and the Weaver Princess until once a year, but I didn't see why that was counterproductive.

I don't know, so I stared at Patricia and asked for an answer.

"The story is that Hiroshi and the weaving princess, who were working, were pulled as punishment because they stopped working in love."

"Oh yeah, that's what I was talking about"

Naoto pounded his hand.

"Sure, those guys got divine punishment because they were lazy. So, if you want to see me, work hard, and if you work hard, I'll only combine you for one day of the year."

"Yes."

"Well, that would be counterproductive."

Naoto was convinced, "Don't work!" I took down the booklet.

When I remembered the story, I didn't seem like another HR. I'm forced to work all year round to get free time for just one day.

"I'm such an animal that I look adorable."

That's what Naoto thought.

Mimi, on the other hand, had a sunny look somehow.

"What's going on, Mimi?

"Brother...... if you don't hesitate, will you be variant?

"Yeah? Well, we weren't working together."

"No!

"Huh?"

"If I don't work, I won't be splitting. You're gonna be splitting with your brothers. So, I guess."

"... yeah kid"

"You don't have a master's position"

"It's okay. I'm a Sofia-appointed home guard. It's my job to guard the house." "The master hasn't been more than ten meters away from here since. I think he's a fine home guard."

"Right."

Sophia with a straight man who talks. In the meantime, Mimi wrote a short book and rubbed it on her own.

Peek into it and ask Mimi.

"What did you write?

"'Forgive me, I'll work for you'"

"Oh well."

Naoto stroked his head.

"Well, think about the job Mimi can do together. Right... by next year's 7th Eve or so"

"Next year's?

"Yes, the Seventh Eve is an event once a year, so you just have to find it by next year"

"That's right - yeah, okay!

Mimi laughing innocently.

"Well, the short book is the last one, but I don't know what to write"

"Brother, can I write that?

"You got something you want to write about?

"Yeah!"

"Okay! Then... yes"

Naoto is right, I gave Mimi the last booklet.

Mimi wrote a wish on it, and stuck it on Sasaki.

"What did I write?"

"You know."

Mimi looked at Naoto and Patricia and answered with a full grin.

- Hey, I want to have dinner with you, all of us.