Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

After sending Ku to Endo Mansion, Takati was diving through Nagahama's gates again and on his way home.

I've had company before, and I feel somewhat lonely on the road.

It was a strange feeling that Gao Tiger had begun to remember here recently.

"When I was in the woods, I didn't have these feelings..."

Unconsciously, such a grunt spills.

It wasn't an uncomfortable emotion. My chest squeaks, but it's never something I dislike.

The light doesn't reach properly, the dark woods.

The emotions I learned under the light when I lived secluded in it.

Friends of the same age, and masters.

The experience gained in encountering such an irreplaceable person could not have been unpleasant.

"You're overprivileged...... I'm sure"

No, Takati works as part of a huge organization called the Asai family. As a sitting child in the midst of human society.

Kitakomie today is probably the easiest land in Japan for sitting children. No, I'm sure.

Because people are aware of the mighty existence of "", and as a circuit for that dialogue, the immense usefulness of sitting children is recognized.

Today, it is the village of Friends that is the largest receptacle for sitting children.

It was in a small group of absolutes, sitting children, and it was an international big community - and an intense supporting mother of the Asai family.

There seems to be a special connection between the mayor of a friend village and the head of the Asai family.

Because the daughter of the village chief of a friend village had just been born this year - but soon, it had been decided to make her the side room of Wanfumaru.

The status of a sitting child appears prominently in a place where it is not a regular room...

But in any case, it would be an undeniable fact that sitting children in a friend village are eating into the Asai family.

Even in this sense, the emergence of the Biwako has dramatically changed the lives of people living around Biwako.

Because, as before, if we proceed blindly with the elimination of sitting children, we will eventually find that the very survival of the pure species of man is in danger.

As far as Takati can tell, there is no longer any prejudice against sitting children in Nagahama.

Discriminatory consciousness and prejudice are only buried among the great currents of maintaining life, ensuring that they continue to exist.

As a result, the conflicting consciousness to eliminate sitting children while treasuring them was generating a severely complex class.

compatriots but others.

Though I have to be actively involved, but as a potential consciousness, I would prefer not to be involved if possible - such a social order with two-way magnetic fields.

And in the heart of such a town is Nagahama.

The annoyance of the outside world does not come into this huge boxyard, which is clean and scenic.

Protect purity by separating the outer and inner worlds by walls and limiting interactions by gates.

There is no contradiction in Nagahama.

Our Lord's Chancellor deals with the High Tigers sitting children in a natural manner, and so did his wives.

Whenever I feel that way of life,

"You're overprivileged...... I'm sure"

- A whisper leaks out of the mouth of a high tiger.

That was certainly the volume that only one boy should have heard, but from the artificial forests that colored the side of Nagahama's path.

"... it stinks"

And the voice returns.

If the tall tiger raised his gaze, one girl was sitting down on a cherry tree branch.

He shakes his pale long hair in the wind and narrows his golden eyes.

Takahima Miao, just like Takati, is a sitting child who lives in Nagahama.

"What's a spicy smell, catwoman? I don't want to be told before the roots are dark."

That's what the boy says, flaunting his face. Unconscious vigilance was making him do so.

Sitting children on trees, boulders are only sneaky, have good eyes and good guesses.

To avoid being taken by strange hands, careful care had to be taken not to always be preceded in thought.

More importantly, Takati wanted to go home soon.

Because I have a dying mother in my room and a sister who has been on a sleepless break here lately.

"annoying ghost"

Weird smiles and says.

That was full of a girl's premature colour, but it doesn't work as if it were a high tiger.

When Gao Tiger picked up the stone, he threw it oddly.

Then the girl bends her body as if it were a soft organism and dodges the throw - in a surprisingly smooth motion, fluttering down to the ground.

And slowly, as I approached the high tiger in a no-waste motion - I pushed my palm out of the way.

Blue and white light emitted from flat hands. Dodging it by grabbing the girl's arm and defying the track, Takati asks roaring.

"Do you not have to be beside the lieutenant general today, catwoman"

"... fine. The lieutenant general has been caged in the water hall with his wife for a long time now. Soon, though it may come out."

"... Either way, it wouldn't be a good idea if you weren't around. Round hips, lieutenant general."

"annoying"

Shaking off the arm that was grabbed by the bah, Odd says, staring at the high tiger with his golden eyes.

"In the Yukan, I can't peek. Because I don't have an attic...... I just have to peek through the window, but I can find that"

……

"If you can't see the lieutenant general, it doesn't make much sense"

"But what if enemy sneaks in?"

"No, you'll see soon enough."

Weird refers to a moving beast ear.

"Don't keep me with the dull ghosts. Because we have good ears. If the foreign body is in Nagahama (here), we'll know soon enough."

"I see."

Takati said with his hands bogged and his neck rattled with cockroaches.

"Then we need to monitor everything where the lieutenant general is going during 46 o'clock."

"... that's not true"

Strange cramps supple fingers, responding while discharging bees.

"... I'm just loyal to my duties. Neither more nor less"

"Or lurking in the attic of the lieutenant general's bedroom at night?

"... how do you know"

"Sonoko said he saw you when he went there."

"Holy shit, dude, dude!

"Wait, bitch!

Takati desperately held onto the girl who tried to turn herself over.

"Get off me! Remember, just go!

"It's also approximate to say a joke, catwoman! Try that, I'll tell the lieutenant general everything as it is!

"Then kill the ghost, and I'll die too!

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While Takati and Weird were working together - in the room where the boy should go home, Apricot continued to see his mother.

The mother is perfectly thin, and Apricot thinks it's a miracle that she's no longer alive.

She was originally weak, but still literally, she raised her brothers and sisters with her body up.

It's rare to be a sitting child whore, and in a man society - there's also rarity, or there's potential demand.

That's why I was able to get enough food to feed my children. Most of the time, it was more unpaid.

When his mother dealt with the man, Apricot had been told to leave the house with Takati.

But as for what is being done in the room - although I was childish, I understand.

As such, I knew my mother was a cheap person...

Still, Apricot continued to have respect for her mother.

"Grandma......"

The mother answers nothing while lying on a silk fluffy hoof.

She was already sleeping more.

I rarely wake up, slowly and steadily, on my actual path.

"Today, Brahma Maru fell into the pond... As usual, you want me to stop shaking my body in the wet... One side of it is going to be flooded."

The mother, however, does not respond.

I just keep breathing so thin I don't know if he's alive.

Apricot squeezes softly as she squeezes the thin hand of her birth parent.

"Really, it was hilarious... I had to go into the pond again."

……

"So again, repeat of the same thing. He sounds really stupid... I wish my old man would have seen it..."

……

"Hey, don't you look at me anymore...? Hey, Grandma..."

Apricot continued as she rubbed her cheeks against her skinny, thin hands.

"It's me, the lieutenant general told me before... that I envy you. I didn't have a parent, so I'm jealous... So, stay close to your grandmother... but"

quietly in tears, says the silver-haired brown girl.

"It's hard... oh man, it's hard to see your old man... Hey, don't die... Hey, Grandma."

"... what?

Grandma, and Apricot whispered.

I noticed a mother staring at the girl with her eyes open.

"What's wrong, Yoshihachi? Do that..."

"Grandma......"

I guess my consciousness is cloudy. The mother, mistakenly identifying the apricot as Yoshihachi - but with a full grin.

The girl squeezed her mother's hand tightly again.

Then she says, slowly closing her eyes again - with a plundering voice.

"Yoshiyoshi and... to Apricot, would you please tell...?

"Grandma......"

"I was happy to meet you guys......" Thank you for your help every day. "

Asking a monologue is an apricot, not a Yoshihachi.

That's why my heart hurts.

A naked thought that should be thrown up against a third party.

Nothing is more cruel than when a sincere and innocent heart penetrates a party directly - even more so if that is at the time of death.

"Grandma, Grandma..."

"And I loved you... I love you, Yoshiha-san - also in the next world... never..."

"Odd!!

The mother leaves a calm expression, her mouth open - without force, her face lying down. A face that is more beautiful than any other, but I can't feel alive.

The force slowly falls out of the thin limb and is fully attracted to gravity, but remains.

Apricot gave a golden voice to the condition of her mother, whose condition had obviously changed suddenly.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

That's the hang-up, and people keep coming into the room where the apricots are.

The first child to jump in quickly looked at the situation and immediately ran to Chang Zheng.

Two city princess samurai take Mrs. Fujido's pulse and nod quietly.

Then the city princess and Ji princess who came in immediately perceived the situation, and when they lay quietly down worship- a substitute hug for the crying apricot.

The last thing I came into the room was a tall tiger and a strange one.

The boy stood flatly at the entrance to the room, then slowly to the pillow - lowering his hips without force.

And when he noticed a muscle of tears flowing from his mother's eyeballs, he gently snapped it at his fingertips, pressed it against his lips, and cringed his throat.

In its eyes, there is a deep sense of remorse and giving up.