Life with my Little Sister

Holy History 1205, June.

I, Alto Crane Putt, am six years old.

No, it was a long time.

Compared to previous life, the density of memories is less hammering.

Between the ages of five and six, the age from kindergarten to elementary school.

At the time of the Earth's world, there's not so much to remember in the first place, is there?

You said you were glad you bought a landscape or you enjoyed choosing a study desk.

You promised to reunite with a friend you were close to in kindergarten, and after all, you never saw him again?

Only such fragments remain faint.

In the original world, I learn letters from elementary school students, and physical education begins, but in this world, I too, at the age of six, began the archery of swords and spears.

Fortunately, thanks to my daily tug of solitude and horseback riding, I have strength.

Undoubtedly, more so than at the same age in previous life.

The problem is, where the base health has increased, if the consumption exceeds, then naturally, it is a natural reason to say that the bu will fall.

"Gu ~ ~"

With a pitiful voice, I rammed up on the lawn.

"What's wrong! I don't want to! It should have been a more agile move when doing a sorcery battle with Takazu!

Yantine, with a practice spear, flirts with me.

You can point out that if it's just manual labor, I'm not feeling very well.

When I get involved in witchcraft, I feel like I can move a lot.

It should be noted that I have been running in and doing other things since last year, so I also do bareback, but all of a sudden the typing started.

It's not a game, but still calling it mentoring, Tine comes slapping spears relentlessly.

The swinging spear over here will also be bounced off, so fatigue and pain will not hammer off.

As it turns out, I get into it.

"Meh! I will not tolerate it! Huh? Huh? Huh?

A sister who stands in front of a teen and biscis a scoop for horticulture to an elf lady knight.

When you think about being sheltered by a three-year-old, it's the end of the line...

Though I couldn't afford to think about it when I was in the balance.

"... Al has a lot of wasted moves. Try to move what you can't do. Although magic is still as intelligent as it can handle, swords and spears are important for basic practice."

Abel says as she scratches and beats and treats them.

I can see once again that I am on the side of being used, thanks for the potion of the Takazu seal.

It works so well that it's not an eye for disinfectant in the Earth world, this.

Myalgia, by the way, is a cloud mist quencher.

"Come on! Please get up! You can't be a fine knight with a zama like that!?"

Because I'm not aiming for a knight or anything.

I want to be unrelated to a life-threatening profession and workplace.

But there's a point in Teene's story.

I don't know what to say, her spear is not a gift of nature, but a technique worked out by hard work and training.

Awesome! Or strong! Before you think,

"You worked hard..."

It's a spear judgment with feelings.

It's a nasty guess, but if you simply compare skills, I don't think it's far enough for Lizard Warrior Lagach or Snow Knight Shelleg.

Lünelöp's sorceress, who died in an ice hole, also used a sword, but it probably can't reach that one either.

Still, she's the security department of the Chamber of Commerce.

According to what I've heard, even without magic, the knights and adventurers in line have a level of strength that doesn't stand teeth.

As mentioned, I'm not going to be a warrior or a knight, but looking at this guy who got stronger with effort, not talent, I wonder if he'd work a little harder.

"Here we go..."

Put the spear in place of the cane, stand up.

Now, do you want to go with the bump?

"No, Phew will massage, you'll do your best!

"Oooh...... Please..."

I just got a reply, I think it's great.

I want to praise myself.

Health is already empty.

I don't even have the strength to turn my face.

Still, Fee performs it in a fun-loving way.

She's more than happy to be touched by me for this girl.

Abel looks at the situation.

I used the pills, but I'm giving you a massage. But does that seem like a waste?

But this is not a physical act, it's an act of healing the mind...

(Or, no way, you just want to mix it up?

Isn't that in the boulder?

"Hehe...! Phew, I like it!

And Phee was in the middle of a massage, and she chose to sweeten me.

Now that I'm dirty with sweat and mud, I'd like you not to hug me too much.

"It's okay! Phew, I like the smell of sweat!

"Yep...?

I think it's just a mess.

"Heh heh! I love the smell of Phew......!

Stop it!

I'm embarrassed, don't sooo har!

"Al. Ah, good luck."

My mother came to the courtyard with Mia.

My Mother, I'm in a good mood for a long time, but is something wrong?

"This way, please"

And Mia serves me a soothing towel and beverage, as if I were a made-up who could.

"Oh, oh...... Thanks."

Sweat and then moisten your throat.

Naturally, it is difficult to drink while holding the towel, so the towel I wiped is returned to Mia.

"- Ha!?"

I noticed a made-up ploy there.

With a model case called Phee in front of us, it's a far-fetched story.

"Kufu...... Huh! Get a mysterious cloth that sucks in plenty of alt-kick juice!

This guy......!

You behaved so modestly and served drinks and towels at the same time in order not to alarm me!

"Heh heh. This, as the treasure of my Baron Venink family, descendants, I will tell you -!

"Ku......! Give it back... Huh!

"I can't give it back. This belongs to your sister Mia."

You can't take it back with the body that was so heavy.

I try to step out, I get on my knees.

Mia hugged the towel with both arms and looked full of happiness.

The maid clothes stink, so you really have to stop!

"Meh! Ha, don't play with Mia, don't worry about her!

"Play yeh...!

"Fair enough, Phee. Don't you get angry? Al, calm down, too? Because your mother brought you a good story."

My mother, who can hold us brothers and sisters flutter.

That's why you stink, too, right?

"It's okay. Unlike adults, a child's sweat doesn't smell bad."

"Khuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...... Ma'am, the corner of your eyes is so wonderful. There's no way that alt-kikun juice can give off a bad smell."

Shit, I can't go on talking.

Do we have to give up recapture......!

"So, Mother. What's a good story?

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Al and Phee have some good news!

Yeah. Bright smile.

For this minute, I guess it's a really good topic.

But it's about my mother.

Only in my mother, maybe it's a good topic.

"Actually, your father sent me a letter!

Does your father mean Mr. Shark, who lives in Cyril, not Mr. Stefanus?

If you live on the same property, you can't bother to write to me...

(No. Is there a pattern where you want to get in touch with Kossoli?

I don't know.

but there's no point in thinking about it either.

Which is because soon you will find out from your mother's own mouth.

"Father, come back this year, I've been writing to show you my grandson's face."

Oh, was it my grandfather?

So the good news is...

"You got permission to go out?

"Yes! Stefanus did his best! So, after Al's fourth level exam, I can go visit my parents!

The last time I went to Cyril was in June.

The fourth exam is next month, so it's July.

So don't let a year pass.

But I'm happy to be out. Long time ago, will I see the Hatkos too?

(I made the accessories for Sisty properly, and Brev's sword, although not finished yet, a slightly different 'alternative', you prepared...)

I hope you like it.

"Ah!"

I didn't think so, I raised my voice.

Post-examination means you're embarrassed if you're dropping it!