Let's do it again, Yukino.

Is this the only way?

……

"Leave my house, Shinomiya. This is not the mansion where you live, Shinomiya."

After a long while, the sounds of spring rang out again.

"...I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving."

Spring stretched and yawned, losing his usual composure. The boy, sitting cross-legged on the floor, stared intently at the girl who never lifted a finger.

Are they related by blood? Perhaps they are, but even so, what difference does it make?

Haruhi gave Kaguya a sarcastic smile: "And I think I'm doing pretty well now. Even if I don't have any connection with your Shinomiya family, I feel quite comfortable. Shinomiya, do you know? If it weren't for you, you troublesome guy, Junko wouldn't have called me so early in the morning, and I wouldn't have had to drop everything and ride my bike back to take care of you, all of a lot."

“...I am your older sister, Xiao Qing, you shouldn’t be so rude to me as your older sister.”

Kaguya was still pouting.

"Sister my ass!! Shinomiya, you really think you're my sister? Fine, I'll treat you as my sister then. As your sister, you should know what I hate the most, right? If you can tell me right now, I'll take back what I just said."

"..."

After a moment, a hint of hesitation appeared on the girl's face.

She really didn't know what this boy hated most.

If it were the boy's favorite name, Kaguya Shinomiya might hesitate for a moment, and then reluctantly say the name of that thief.

But what I hate most is...

"Pfft... See? From the very beginning, you've been presumptuously acting like the older sister. But as the older sister, you don't even know what your younger brother hates the most. Don't you think you're not convincing as the older sister?"

Haruhi casually told Kaguya Shinomiya the correct answer.

"Actually, I hate Shinomiya the most. Remember that."

Her eyes were slightly red, a girl who always maintained the demeanor expected of the Shinomiya family.

Just as she was about to burst into tears, she resolutely swallowed her sadness.

I can't cry. I've already cried once in front of my younger brother. I can't let it happen again.

The girl thought to herself.

"...Then...that includes me too?"

Kaguya made a casual remark, but she still wanted to confirm whether she was included in the "Shinomiya" he mentioned.

"If you don't leave soon, that includes you, Shinomiya."

Springtime nodded calmly.

"..."

The girl felt a little disappointed.

In the end, he still didn't treat me like an older sister...

"I won't leave... I still won't leave... I just won't leave."

Kaguya gritted her teeth and ultimately refused.

She was even crying... What kind of older sister is this?

Spring sighed softly to herself.

but,

"Are you really so eager to immerse yourself in a story woven by one person? Imagining a happy ending where you save your brother through your own determination and perseverance? Imagining me personally calling you 'sister' and him 'father' at the Shinomiya family's grand banquet? Do you really think a young lady like you still has such an extraordinary imagination even now? Don't you think that's too individualistic?"

Spring's sharp tongue continues.

"I didn't, I really didn't, I swear, only towards you, Xiao Qing... I really didn't have that kind of thought."

The girl was still trying to suppress the bitterness of being misunderstood.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through her heart. She endured the terrible feeling and tried her best to explain to Haruhi in front of her.

If she could, she would also like to ignore everything that had happened and quietly return to her Shinomiya family home.

But for some reason, whenever she thought of the boy in front of her and his somewhat heartbreaking childhood, she simply couldn't bear to watch.

"But I don't believe it, okay?"

Unaware of Shinomiya's unusual behavior, Haruhi shook her head helplessly, no longer looking at her expression. Knowing that there was no point in talking to this girl, she pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.

The girl, who had just been sitting on the bed in the bedroom, was left alone, her face showing some pain.

……

…………

Clang

Slamming the door shut again.

Feeling somewhat uneasy, the spring day, whose chill had just faded,

He exhaled a breath of stale air.

It's been so long since I've played the bad guy, I'm actually not quite used to it anymore.

Looking around, he then realized

Junko, who had been sitting at the dining table, was now leaning against the wall next to the bedroom door.

With her head down, a strand of curly black hair obscuring half her face, it was impossible to tell what the woman was thinking.

"He's looking down with a melancholy expression. What's wrong? Did your son explode?"

Haruhi scratched his head, looking at Junko, who was pretending to be a philosopher, with a hint of annoyance.

"Your son is the one who exploded! Even if your son exploded, our son wouldn't!"

"..."

Unaware that she had cursed three generations of her own family in a fleeting moment, Junko didn't dwell on such matters. She pulled Haruhi aside, her expression hesitant.

"You went a bit too far with Kaguya-chan just now."

Junko lectured Haruhi in a serious manner; it had been a long time since she had seen Junko act like such an adult.

But Haruhi didn't have time to properly observe Junko's serious demeanor. He sat on the sofa, looking at his mother who was scolding him, and said softly.

"I want her to leave our house. Do you really intend to take her in, Junko? This time it was alright, her personal maid came to pick her up, but what if there's a next time? What if the next time it's a certain head of the family? How do you think he'll deal with us for disturbing his life?"

"Junko, we're not afraid, we're really not afraid."

Junko chuckled.

"At worst, we can just sneak away from Chiba together. We got used to wandering around back then, and Haru, you're an adult now, so there's no need to worry. You really don't need to throw that kind of tantrum at Kaguya-chan."

When Junko said this, her eyes were wide open, and when she smiled, they were like bright stars in the sky.

Even though they're all in their thirties, the light in their eyes is still so innocent and carefree.

"Get out of here!!! I'm leaving Chiba!!! Junko, I'm asking you, am I your biological son, or is she your biological daughter?"

"I'm scared, okay?! I'm really scared!!"

Haruhi's sudden shout stopped Junko's childish words.

If it were six or seven years ago, if he were ten years old, he could act impulsively and lose his mind without hesitation.

Even if he loses everything, it's not a big deal for him, because there's nothing left to lose.

However, he can no longer do that now.

To put it bluntly, it's because I've tasted the most precious emotion in the world.

He didn't want to lose all of this again because of his impulsiveness and soft heart.

Choose between Yukino Junko, her biological father whom she has never met, and Kaguya.

Is this a choice that still needs to be considered? It's utterly ridiculous.

"Also, I won't leave Chiba. If you want to leave, Junko, you can go."

Even when facing her own mother, Haruhi spoke resolutely.

"So, Haru, you're going to abandon Chunko and leave us all alone again?"

Suddenly, Junko burst into tears. She didn't wipe away the tears streaming down her face, staring at herself with teary eyes.

"I don't want to live alone anymore. If Haruka doesn't want Junko anymore, then Junko will have nowhere to go..."

"...Idiot? Who said they were going to abandon you? As long as you're still Junko, you're my ancestor!!"

"Not ancestor, but Junko!"

Finally, with Haruhi's comforting words, Junko tearfully went into the bedroom to visit Miss Shinomiya.

In just a moment,

Junko's scream came from inside the room.

"Xiao Qing, come in quickly! Kaguya-chan has fainted..."

"Holy crap!!"

After hearing Haruhi's words,

In that springtime moment, I suddenly felt a dizzy sensation.

(ps: It should end around 700,000 to 800,000 words, there's only one volume left before it ends.)

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PS2: The author guarantees it will be the best possible ending.

Chapter Sixty-Three, a little higher

"Young Master, I'm so sorry, Miss has made you worry..."