I really don't want to be reborn.

For example, a kitten is a kitten, a golden retriever is a golden retriever, and a nanny is a nanny—just as I am who I am. But even so, the swordsman Dugu, who is devoid of any sense of self, is just too pure. Dugu is Dugu. Although I often laugh at her for her foodie deadpan face, it is actually almost impossible to draw any meaningful discussion from it.

Like a swordsman, she is defined, prescribed, and limited. In an unwavering sense, she is a sword that can be drawn at any time to drink blood—although she has hardly ever hit the target she wants to cut.

Despite everything that has happened, the sword remains unchanged—the feeling that "that girl has changed" or "has been updated" is merely an illusion based on expectation.

I hate it! I hate it!

If it's not going to work, it's not going to work!

A bad person is a bad person!

There is absolutely no room for any other will to intervene, nor is there any gap in the heart to accommodate it. Even though she is the unsolvable problem that I have been desperately searching for the answer to and has been struggling with until now, in fact, there has been a standard answer from the very beginning. My many attempts and explorations are just the path to the answer.

The black-haired girl running ahead, the one I had fallen out with for various reasons, was sprinting into the distance.

I think I'm almost catching up with her!

I'm sure I'll catch up with her, I think.

because……

I was riding a horse.

……above】

"Hmm? This verbose style, are you imitating Nisio Isin? I must say, it does have a bit of that feel to it. But if you really want to imitate him, I think you could change the title of your novel."

Kyosuke, who was just hanging around in the Literature Club, raised an eyebrow slightly: "Hmm? Tell me about it."

"Look, they have the 'Joker Series,' how about you call yours the 'Otherworld Series' or the 'Ghostly Series'?"

The girl was being mischievous, and for some reason, she was in an exceptionally good mood.

A bright, sparkling smile kept emanating from her eyes.

She propped her chin up, having to squint her eyes to narrow her eye sockets in order to hold back her smile.

Just how happy is this?

"Why are you so happy? Could it be that teasing me makes the Minister so pleased?"

Of course she wouldn't tell.

She wouldn't say she was happy because she saw in the new volume of his novel that the protagonist and that girl with long, straight black hair seemed to be "getting together".

She was too embarrassed to answer the question, so she looked out the window. It had rained heavily last night, and it was cloudy today. Even at noon, the campus was still littered with leaves and branches.

Besides the freshness after the rain, the air also carried a strong scent of leaves.

"Hmm, Kousaka, what do you think the smell of leaves is like?"

Kyosuke Kosaka was slightly taken aback, suddenly realizing that he couldn't really find a suitable way to describe it.

Just as he can use heather or more to describe male bodily fluids, he immediately runs out of words when trying to find a metaphor to describe female juices.

After much deliberation, no result was reached.

The girl silently wrote down her senses on the paper and read it to him word by word: "What is that? Smell it, smell it closely, isn't it the smell of blood from the leaves?"

Kousaka Kyosuke remained silent, simply watching her.

It's as if just looking at her makes the weariness in my heart disappear.

"Ah, bad!"

"what happened?"

Kyosuke looked at the computer on the table: "I haven't finished the homework Kirino gave me yet."

"Operation?"

"A simulation and combat game... Come play with me."

The girl verbally refused, but obediently sat down in front of his computer and placed her hands on the keyboard.

Kyosuke Kosaka stood behind her, giving her instructions.

Lean forward slightly.

Warmth fills my heart.

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You can't keep getting freebies today!

To the reader in the book review section who was certain I was a girl, cough, you're mistaken, I'm not.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Hey Meow, All One Color!

"Big brother, what's wrong with Kirino lately...?"

Kyosuke Kousaka yawned as he boarded the train. Five minutes later, he heard this sentence and instinctively replied, "Kirino?"

His gaze shifted slightly, and he saw the girl in front of him wearing the same sailor uniform as his sister.

She has long, straight black hair, a sweet smile, and a gentle and rational temperament. Every detail about her tells you that she is a girl from a well-to-do family.

Sweet and reliable.

"New Wall... New Wall..."

He frowned, then suddenly relaxed his grip: "...Ayase Aragaki, right? See, I've remembered this time."

Ayase Aragaki's smile was somewhat forced, and the emotion in her eyes indicated that she was in a bad mood: "Just call me Ayase."

"I was really startled when you called me 'big brother' just now."

She paused slightly, her tone inevitably tinged with grievance: "Can't I call you that?"

Kyosuke waved his hand dismissively, "What did you say happened to Kirino? Did she get into some trouble at school?"

"No..."

The girl muttered to herself for a while, head down: "I feel like lately, Kirino seems to have a lot of little secrets. She keeps giggling like an idiot in class, and I don't know who she's emailing, but she doesn't let us know. Her expressions are weird..."

He held onto the tram's handrail with his left hand, and had some guesses in his mind.

Ayase whispered, "It's not...it's not his boyfriend, is it? After all..."

"will not."

Meeting Ayase Aragaki's astonished gaze, Kousaka Kyosuke firmly denied it: "She doesn't have the brains to go looking for a boyfriend!"

"..."

"I'm guessing, do you remember that girl named Gokou who came to my place last time? Could Kirino have been emailing her?"

"Oh, oh, if it's a friend, why don't you just ask me?"

Aragaki showed a displeased expression.

Kyosuke understood why his sister and this girl had become such close friends—because they were both very possessive, a discovery that intensified his worries.

He worried that if Kirino and this girl really developed feelings for each other beyond friendship, putting aside the issues of freedom and human rights, what would happen to their parents? Would they accept their daughter being with another girl?

Stop joking!

"Hmm...think about it, what do you usually like to eat? Rice balls?"

"Huh? Hmm... I still like it."

"Where's the tempura?"

"That's not bad... Why did you suddenly ask about this, brother?"

He sighed: "You often eat these two things together, right? Do you ever throw away the tempura after eating the rice ball?"

Hearing this, Aragaki pretty much understood. If Kirino could become friends with her, she could naturally be close to others as well. Now she realized that she was obviously jealous, so her face turned a little red.

After a moment of silence, the blush on the girl's face faded, and she suddenly frowned and asked a very pointed question: "Big brother, I called you a lot yesterday."

"Is there?"

Kosaka pretended to take out his phone and said, "Huh, why isn't there any caller ID for you?"

The voice message told me that you had blocked me.

The sweetness on Ayase Aragaki's face began to fade.

"Is there such a thing?"

He gasped in surprise, and under the girl's angry questioning, he slowly uttered a single word: "...Oh."

After thinking for a moment, Kousaka Kyosuke decided to shift the blame to his sister: "Actually, you probably noticed it too, you should have noticed it when we met last time, right? Your good friend, Kousaka Kirino, has a brother complex."

The girl asked, puzzled: "Brother complex?"

"It means that she has a certain degree of possessiveness towards her older brother and doesn't want him to interact with other girls. This term comes from the world of anime and manga, you know what otaku are, right?"

The moment a look of disgust crossed her face, Kyosuke casually added with a parallel: "Just like you said before, you don't want Kirino to have any other friends."

She felt embarrassed and angry, opening her mouth as if to say something but unable to refute it. That feeling of shame and helplessness was like a large toothbrush being stuffed into her mouth, rampaging around, wanting to open her mouth but unable to open it any wider.

The girl's voice rose slightly, becoming a bit higher, but it sounded weak: "I didn't."

"In short, that's the gist of it. Of course, she doesn't like me having any contact with other girls, so... you get it now, it's her, it's her, your best friend blocked you."

Okay, well done, Kyosuke.

Ayase Aragaki seemed to have been greatly shocked, and it took her several minutes to recover. Her eyebrows were furrowed: "That Gokou-san, I always feel... I always feel that there's something wrong with her."

He suddenly smiled, a smile that was quite intriguing: "Is something wrong? Is the style off?"

"Hmm, I always felt that she and Kirino shouldn't have much in common, and she's also gloomy and often says things that I can't understand at all. I'm not comfortable with that."

He glanced at the black cat standing behind Aragaki, shrugged innocently, and turned to look at the scenery outside the car window.

The sky was already bathed in sunlight.

There was a gap in the crowded clouds, as if the sun had burned open a crack, and a golden ribbon, like rapeseed flowers, flowed down.

Extremely Beautiful.

However, the atmosphere inside the tram became quite unpleasant.

"It was really my fault for making you uncomfortable."