Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

"Father, what can I do to be strong"

To be strong, I think it's quick to ask someone strong.

You can ask Jill directly, but if you can, I want him to say, "I'm going to teach Jill," so I'm going to give him special training.

When I push to my father's place, who has been relaxed for a long time, and ask him the most about opening, he is face to face with his pompous father. I'm aware it's all too sudden, but as far as I'm concerned, it's a real problem.

"... what's all of a sudden?

"Because I want to be strong"

"You don't even see a girl inside wanting to be strong. Liz has Jill, it doesn't have to get stronger."

"I want to be strong!

"Oh, wow... that's a great intent"

My father, tempered by the momentum of my eating and hanging, asked me not to calm him down.

If you honestly walk over to your father because you're not even going to defy him, he pulls your hand and invites you over your knees. Well, I didn't hate it, so when I got on my knees as it was, I turned my hand around my stomach and held him tight, Dad.

There's no reason to refuse anything else, because we're not getting what we call a period of disobedience. I also feel a little embarrassed.

His father, who puts his chin on his shoulder with a hug, smiled softly as far as he could see on the side. Somewhere a grin that didn't make me feel old enough to be a prankster was shaking on my cheek side.

"Why do you want to be strong?

"We could be in all kinds of danger from now on, in self-defense."

"That's very specific..."

Answering with a straight face, I knew I'd get a slightly troubled grin on my face, but my father still has fun narrowing his eyes. So is it my fault that I looked lonely somewhere?

"Liz keeps walking out of my hands. I'm glad I'm standing alone."

"The truth is that you can't count on me forever. I'd still like to be sweet."

Well, even I still want to lean on my father and Jill and soak in happiness.

But the danger won't wait for me, and the only thing I can't do alone when something happens is get in trouble. If you can't defend yourself as much as you can, you'll be annoyed around.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like you to still be sweet."

"It's sweet enough, though"

At the time I'm keeping my body this way, I'm going to be mostly sweet. Even my father is going to spoil me and hold me.

It feels so good that my father spoils me. Warm body temperature, tight body feel like an outdoorsman, and unchanged smell of the day.

I can just stroke my head, mumble asexually, and at the same time I have an unspeakable sense of happiness.

My father knows I like to be touched in the hair by someone I forgive, so if I try to give it a whiff, I put my finger through it. Whenever the martial bone fingers touched the scalp, the clarity and comfort spread inward.

"... Do you really want to be strong?

"Hmm... I'm looking forward to my father's right arm in the future"

"Liz...... eh"

"Uggs, father, bitterness..."

Right arm, it's good to hold me strong as he was impressed by a word in, but tighten. My stomach is in a manpower corset state. I was trying, but that usually blew me away.

When I slap my pepper arm when it's painful, my father returns to me to loosen the restraint. Still, I can't blame you either, because I'm going to look at this one like I love you.

"Keho, even Jill is trying. He said he'd be strong enough to beat his father."

"... Jill did?

"Yes, you will be admitted. Then I thought I'd have to work hard, too."

I don't think I can spoil that disciple, too, because that strong Jill still aspires to be high. In self-defense, I felt I had to brush my magic arm.

The reason is extremely serious, so my father is roaring with me. Moving slightly around my cheeks, I was creating a grumpy shape.

The judgment is subtle because I look up in a position that defies my body, but it seems that something was unacceptable to my father.

"... you've grown for better or worse, you guys"

"Oh, Ruby wants to learn swordsmanship too."

"Ruby too!?

Seriously, Dad pushes his forehead back to zero deep sighs. Why are parents leaving so fast, and the murmur of a resounding sound shivers the eardrum.

... because my father was drowning on us. Hey... I guess he misses trying to be independent soon. But I was wondering if I could be relieved that Ruby's parental separation is still there. It's an assortment I want to sweeten.

"I'm not separated from my parents yet. I'm not separated."

"Liz does, I mean"

"Parental separation or independence. One of you will stand alone."

"Stand alone... is there no direction to marry me? No, I'm not going to my wife yet."

"To whom do you marry"

I was hugged by the mayhem to go, but I won't be able to marry them even though they're not there. That said, if Jill wasn't here, I'd have it... No, no, no, that's pre-construction. It's a joke.

So I don't have to worry about my father, but even if I praise him on the shoulder, he won't unwrap his embrace.

Or why are we talking about this? I should have been talking about wanting to be strong.

"Horn on the rabbit, because I want to be strong. What should I do?

"Well, we'll have to work hard in the tunnel."

Father's response is supremely natural, and I am, aren't I, uh, bitter? Well, I say no shortcuts to academics, and all things are about building up the foundations, right?

It's not that I wanted to make it easier, but it's the fact that I wanted the shortest distance. That was too convenient. It's still better to train in the tunnel.

"Suppose I encourage drilling, too? It's not gonna be that easy."

"You're now the head of the Magic House, aren't you, Father?"

"... well in that sense. For the time being, Liz will stay in our arms."

"I don't know, but I'll always be your father's kid, I'll be"

As I leaned my neck towards my father with a seemingly complicated attitude, I kept my body with my father.

I wonder what my father is afraid of. I don't hate my parents.