I really don't want to be reborn.

Having received the promise, Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately turned her back on him, pushing him away with disdain: "Utaha, please draw a few pictures, hurry up and draw them!"

"..."

Which of that damned woman's words is true?

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I need just a tiny bit of a razor blade.

You understand, right?

Chapter Nine: Though a myriad things are not mine, I am accompanied by the white horse neighing in the west wind.

More than two years later, Mr. Reki Kawahara, who would become synonymous with sales, was now intently and quietly sketching with a pencil in hand.

I don't know how good his sketching skills are, but he certainly couldn't match the speed of the senior brother from Love Apartment. So, he only drew a few strokes after the petite figure disappeared from his sight.

He sighed regretfully. After several attempts to "steal" the drawing, a rough outline was pieced together on the paper, along with incomplete facial details.

Next to it, there was a strangely styled sniper rifle painted vertically.

The character's name, "Asada Shino," was written in the header of the drawing paper. He had designed her as a sniper with powerful fighting skills and a taciturn personality.

This is the second female protagonist he created for his light novel, and the character's prototype is naturally the girl next door.

Even the names are...

Unfortunately, they never let him draw to his heart's content, and if he was caught, he would get a good beating. Kawahara-sensei touched the swelling at the corner of his eye and sighed.

Shina was also sighing.

So annoying!

That man next door is so annoying!

If it weren't for remembering their friendship at the barbecue restaurant last year, Shino would have already lost her temper.

Perhaps due to her previous training habits, she doesn't like strangers staring at her. Even if there's no malice, she'll feel uncomfortable and get angry.

Kawahara was spying on him from the second floor of his house again. That guy must be bored with life, and he must not have used enough force last time.

Shino puffed out her cheeks, threw the drawing paper she had bought on the table, and raised her little fist to pound the table to vent her emotions.

Then her little fist was clenched.

The young man's long, slender hand held her small hand.

Kyosuke Kosaka looked at her helplessly: "If you don't tell me, you'll hurt yourself. What if you break the table? Then your sister will scold you again."

"My sister won't scold me."

Her little fist loosened and naturally fell down.

She gave a soft hum without any expression, then turned to look at her sister: "My brother-in-law is flirting with me again."

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't even look up. She was looking at the new manga sketches drawn by Kuroneko. She said "Oh" as if it didn't matter, or as if it was something she was used to.

Kyosuke Kosaka pulled her to the other side of the study and whispered, "Did you beat up the neighbor?"

"Ah."

She nodded; her sister had indeed told him.

Hitting someone is definitely wrong, and my sister and mother also said that it's wrong.

Shino thought to herself that she would get angry immediately if he dared to say anything about her.

Such emotions could not be expressed on her seemingly emotionless little face, and Kyosuke Kosaka had no way of knowing what she was thinking, only making faces and muttering to himself.

"Mr. Kawahara is indeed being unreasonable, but hitting someone is too risky, so..."

"Ok?"

"Next time something like this happens, go talk to his wife."

Suddenly, Kyosuke Kosaka thought of something: "By the way... does that guy have a wife?"

"He must live alone."

"Ah, a single, old-school intellectual..."

(Stop it, Mr. Kawahara has been single for forty years, that's pitiful enough, please shut up.)

“Come on, Shino, stand over there. I’m going to start drawing. Let me first see what Kawahara-sensei’s request is—simple attire, fingerless gloves, a white scarf, and a gun-holding pose.”

Shino counted them down on her fingers. It wasn't that she was afraid of being drawn, but she wasn't used to being stared at by strangers. If it was someone close to her, then there was no problem.

Kyosuke patted his sister-in-law's head reassuringly: "It's okay. If I were staring at you, you wouldn't get angry, would you?"

"Humph."

"The clothes are fine, but is the way you hold the gun, Shino? Are you sure you can do it?"

Shina ignored him, thought for a moment, and walked out of the room.

She returned a minute later, this time with a sniper rifle in her hand.

"They're actually bringing the real thing?"

He blinked in surprise, somewhat wanting to ask Kasumigaoka Utaha if she had any other types of guns at home, like the "Six Roots Purification Gun" that spins 3,600 times in a breath and is said to be a weapon of great compassion and salvation for all beings.

"Sweetie, put the gun down first, let's draw something simple!"

Shi Nai was unhappy; her previous joy vanished in an instant.

His coaxing tone always made him think of himself as a child—reasonably, she was neither willful nor naughty, clearly not a naive child anymore.

She glared at him with wide eyes.

Kousaka Kyosuke was puzzled. After thinking for a few seconds, he assumed she wanted a reward and praise, so he immediately gave her a thumbs up: "Shino is amazing."

"Well?"

He looked at her and smiled: "Shino, you've learned to be considerate of other people's feelings now."

"..."

"And they even brought out the real thing for the sketch, which is commendable."

He was genuinely moved.

What kind of personality does Shino have after she entered a normal social environment last year?

Like a lynx that has left the forest, it eats and sleeps simply, yet can threaten people with guns without restraint, and its attitude toward the world is indifferent and tough.

At that time, she was full of wildness, and her calm eyes would occasionally be stained with the bloodthirstiness of the survival of the fittest.

In Kyosuke Kousaka's view, Sinon at that time was an extreme little girl. She could do anything because of her preferences, but she would never spend a penny more on other people's affairs.

If it weren't for her sister's request, Shino would never have had any interaction with him.

To be honest, even Kasumigaoka Utaha, who spends every day with her, finds it unbelievable that she has accepted such a request.

Noticing her sister's thoughtful expression, Shino turned to him and calmly said, "No... well, it's not what you think."

"You're being arrogant."

Shi glared at him menacingly, issuing a silent warning.

Shiyu, still lost in thought, suddenly laughed: "What did I tell you? Her being so tsundere towards you means that Shiyu really does like you."

The little girl suddenly turned her head, her short hair fluttering wildly, looking extremely flustered. She shook her head frantically and denied it: "No! I would never like him!"

"Is that right?"

"Ok!"

She would never like him.

I love my older sister, I love barbecue, I love seafood, I love caviar at Western restaurants, I love all kinds of sweets and meats, and I love the night view and morning light of Nagasaki.

She loved the recorder in the hotel's tea room, the honeysuckle tangled together, the gazebo covered in maple leaves, and the lazy fountain in the twilight, piled high with sukiyaki and salmon rice.

She really liked all those details.

However, she absolutely, positively, and utterly would never like Kyosuke Kousaka.

"Are you done yet?"

"Wait, let me draw a few more."

After completing the task asked of Kawahara-sensei, Kousaka Kyosuke greedily asked her to keep the pose: "Since Shino is so obedient, I'll draw a few more. Do you want to change your clothes?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled and said, "I think you have white stockings."

"Ok, Ok."

Poetry is silent.

Not only will I not like it, I'll absolutely hate it.

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Does Sword Art Online III have a character named Sinon? Ahhh, she's so cute.

Hmph! Much better than Rosina!

Chapter 10 is just a little bit cool.

I'm so damn sleepy I'm practically a geoduck...

Kyosuke Kousaka, who had just emerged from Dengeki Bunko, roared out the famous line from the novel "The Prostitute" to the sky.

Meetings, meetings, it's only been a little over a month since the end of the year and all this commotion has already started. Kousaka Kyosuke thought to himself that he had made a pact with fate to be a carefree and lazy person in this cycle of reincarnation.

I've become lazy, indeed lazy in my writing, but not in my work.

I promised myself I'd relieve stress, but I've been constantly busy. The reason I'm so busy is that I'm not content with the mundane life on campus—it's probably a habit I've developed over many years, deeply ingrained, and not something I can change in a short time.

"Goodbye, Ms. Machida."

The person I said goodbye to was a female editor from the editorial department, who had a face full of beautiful hair.

"Should Pudding Sauce go and help with poverty alleviation?"