Nirvana Top Laner, Reborn Tokyo Girl

Chapter 15, Section 14: There will be people who understand me.

In an instant, she suddenly understood why Shimamura Yuna had been unwilling to exercise before.

Why not do those things that are taken for granted, things that give the impression that "if you do them, they will be useful, so why not do them?"

Because every part of the body, every fragment of the soul, is telling you...
Give up quickly.

Give up quickly.

'Don't insist anymore.'

Muscles and bones trembled and wailed.

These seemingly simple things require willpower beyond what the body can sustain to persevere.

She really wanted to give up.

But
'If we give up now, all our fantasies and dreams will be nothing but nonsense.'

In the end, she gritted her teeth and stood up again.

"I've heard people say before that you only feel truly exhilarated when you break through a certain limit in exercise."

So she started running again.
Ultimately, the run that seemed to cost her her life lasted about an hour.

It didn't seem like much, but she could sense that it was her absolute limit.

From a purely experiential standpoint, this level of exercise is no less than torture for this body.

After everything was over, she returned home and didn't even want to take a shower. She just lay on the sofa, motionless like a corpse.

She really didn't want to do anything else today, and wanted to let sleepiness envelop her and drift into an endless dreamland.

She wanted to clear her mind; she wanted to remain silent.

She wanted it.
'But that won't work.'

I still have things to do today.

After being transported here, Shimamura Yuna is now a person who has become both of the two.

Despite feeling an inexplicable disconnect from Shimamura Yuna's past experiences and memories, and even a sense of guilt for having stolen her life, she still feels a sense of loss.

But reason still tells her that maintaining this identity is reasonable, both for her past self and for Shimamura Yuna in this life.
I need to live well, including your share.

She said this as if she were hypnotizing herself.

Based on this, what she needs to do is quite simple.

More than just improvements and enhancements in the game
She also needs to repair the interpersonal relationships that were almost completely destroyed by the original Shimamura Yuna.

First, there's my older sister.

Recently, the relationship between the two sisters has deteriorated to the point of being extremely tense.

My sister, who used to be gentle, has become increasingly impatient with me lately. She's become more and more irritable and emotionally unstable in her free time outside of work.

As previously stated
Now, the distance between my sister and me also suffering from depression may not be far off.

In the past, Shimamura Yuna herself suffered from mental illness. From her perspective, she was also the one who needed to be accommodated and cared for, so naturally she had no time to consider her sister's feelings.

The two people hurt each other from their own perspectives, neither willing to compromise.

But it's different now.

Now that Shimamura Yuna is able to effectively control her emotions, it is only natural that she needs to take on the role of relieving stress in the family.

She needs to make her sister aware of her changes and also take the initiative to accommodate her sister's emotions.

She wanted to make her sister realize that "this guy is different from before."

If we really had to say, all she needed to do was stay normal for a long time, stop causing trouble for her sister, and stop bringing negative emotions to her sister. Then her sister's mentality might gradually return to normal, and their relationship could slowly be restored to normal.

But that would be too slow.

My sister spends most of her time working each day, so the time we spend together is limited.

She needed to make her sister realize, more directly and quickly, within this limited time they spent together: "I have feelings for you." With this in mind, even though she was physically exhausted to the point of collapse, she still personally went to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries and prepare a delicious dinner for her sister.
Braised pork belly, Mapo tofu, and stir-fried dried tofu with green peppers.

Originally, I wanted to cater to my sister's eating habits by using more local Japanese recipes.

However, the awkward thing is that the original Shimamura Yuna basically couldn't cook, and the concept of a recipe didn't exist in her mind. Her knowledge of cooking was essentially zero.

So, after thinking about it, she gave up and decided to just cook Chinese food instead.

She prepared all the ingredients and placed each dish on the table.

Every dish is very home-style.
The craftsmanship is not particularly exquisite.

The dishes weren't particularly special.

But all of them contain her wholehearted dedication.

"Now all we have to do is wait for my sister to come home so we can have dinner together."

After doing all this, Shimamura Yuna, who was already somewhat overworked from the exercise, finally couldn't hold on any longer.

She lay on the sofa, looking at the food on the dining table not far away, but she couldn't keep her eyes open.

After battling her drowsiness for a while, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and closed her eyes.

"I'm a little tired now, I'll take a nap first."

At 10:30 p.m., my sister, exhausted and feeling down after a long day, took the subway home.

Dressed in office lady attire, she exuded an indescribable air of sophistication, and just looking at her evoked a sense of despair towards Japanese society.

For the average office worker, home is a haven after a long day of work.

But for her, home was like jumping from one prison cell to another.

Dealing with her boss and clients at work made her feel very frustrated.

Back home, dealing with her younger sister, who suffers from depression, was equally challenging.

Sometimes, she wonders if she's not being considerate enough.

She felt that her sister had depression and that her emotions were uncontrollable, so she shouldn't be too harsh on her.

But recently, facing increasing pressure, she slowly began to have an idea.
"I've been understanding towards her, but who will be understanding towards me?"

That's right, no one will understand her.

As a sister with mental illness, she naturally expects my understanding and care.

But no one takes her for granted and shows her any consideration or care.

That's right, nobody.
There is no one.
However, when she opened the door to her home with such negative emotions and entered the living room, she quickly realized that her thoughts might be wrong.

Three plates of Chinese food were placed on the table, clearly visible to the naked eye.

And my younger sister, curled up on the sofa, fast asleep like a little animal.

She glanced at the food, then at her younger sister lying on the sofa, and hesitantly muttered to herself:
"Was it prepared for me?"

"These are all Chinese dishes, right? Does she know how to cook Chinese food?"

I was initially a little suspicious that my sister might have gone out and bought takeout from a Chinese restaurant for herself.

But when she got closer to her sleeping sister and smelled the faint smell of cooking oil emanating from her, she dismissed her doubts.

"She really made it by hand!"

"Your craftsmanship is really good."

In that instant, she suddenly felt it.

'So, there are people who understand me after all.'

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