Volume 1 Chapter 1 Part2 (1/2)
Here’s the next chapter, later than I had planned, but I had soon so I didn’t have the tiirl” too, so expect a new chapter in about 1-2 days
Big thanks to Kai X for donating You didn’t really write which novel you want to support, but I’ll give my best to push out fast chapters for both series
While we’re at this subject, I’m happy to receive any amount, no matter how small it is
Here’s also the first extra page ”research report” translated by nontrans, thanks for your work buddy:
Translator: Kahzel
Editor: Kahzel
Chapter 1 part 2
After I changedthere coled her feet on a chair
”Eh? Compared to before when you went to wake me up, you're pretty relaxed now” (Karato)
”There was surprisingly ht” (Sakura)
I sat down at the dining table facing Sakura My breakfast that Sakura , warm rice, miso soup and milk
By the way my other family member, my old man was on a business trip to South America since yesterday As a researcher y professor who published many innovative essays and research papers in the scientific society Well, was this a coative effect? Frankly speaking as such a person my father was the kind of person who obviously placed more importance on his work than on his family
That's why even my mother ran away and thus since I was a child sometimes the female researcher orked with Sakura's father would substitute as both an older sister and a mother for the both of us And this isbreakfast with Sakura, talking about silly things and preparing for school, if you looked at the situation you would know that it was just a classiclike any other
”Let's eat” (Karato)
”Just help yourself” (Sakura)
By the way it would be quite nice if there was less stuff on the dining table, at least that's what I thought at thatold man who couldn't separate work and private life always scattered his beakers, flasks and research devices on the dining table, so to have stuff besides tableware here was not an uncoht
(How could anyone mix up ith your personal life…?)
I complained in my head This is the depression of someone who has a researcher as their parent
Well, the power to adapt to everything is terrifying, before ere aware of it Sakura and I becae nu breakfast on the dining table; ere good as long as we had the minimum space available This is how our attitude ended up, but…
”Nee, Onii-chan, are the fried eggs delicious?” (Sakura)
”N” (Karato) [TN: Very short and impolite way to say yes]
”…” (Sakura)
”N?” (Karato)
”I wanted to have a bigger response than just that…” (Sakura)
Sakura said while she was fidgeting around and poked the egg yolk of her fried egg
”Well, I think that the food that I' every day is delicious” (Karato)
”But… yes… I don't have any rivals, I think… For example! This miso soup! The way how I made the soup stock's flavour, what do you think about it, Onii-chan!” (Sakura)
As aclub at school Sakura had a tendency to excessively psych herself up when cooking was involved
”Uhmm, n… i-it's bonito soup stock?” (Karato) [TN: This is a bonito fish: enwikipediaorg/wiki/Bonito and you make soup stock/broth from this fish]
”I know, but! It's different from the instant one, you know, the instant one! I boiled it like I would boil the enemy of my parents to extract the flavour! The bonito! Even if Nakajima was the one to invite me, this body would not be able to play baseball anyet why she would make the baseball reference here in this context, but Nakajima is a japanese baseball shortstop: enwikipediaorg/wiki/Hiroyuki_Nakajima]
”That bonito is really different… But now that mention it, the taste is really deeper than usual You tried really hard, Sakura” (Karato)
”Hehe!” (Sakura)
Like this Sakura proudly puffed out her moderate chest
”Well, it's aood” (Karato)
Then Sakura shyly looked at me and asked:
”O-onii-chan, if you like to then I wouldn'tit for you every day, you know?” (Sakura)