226 225. Childrens long life (first part).txt (1/2)

”-- oh, oh!　Old lady, I think you're awake!

Recognizing the wrinkled voice, 'I' try to open my eyes thinly. But my eyelids don't move well. Like a rusty door, it takes a long time to let in the light of the world.

In the meantime, I hear another shrill voice from the other end.

...... Ooh, looks like it. Then I'd better get you something warm right away. We need to get something in your belly first. You'll never have the energy to get out of there.

Yes.

When I finally open my eyes, I am blindsided by the light that has been a long time coming. But I manage to squint and try to get some information about the outside world.

The first thing that jumps out at you is an unfamiliar ceiling. The ceiling was not a flat structure, but an unusual structure with a depth of triangular pyramid shape. The ceiling is supported by lumber assembled to weave into the space of the triangular pyramid.

From the ceiling, I felt a sense of security as if I could see a huge tree towering over the earth.

I wonder where ”Here” ...... is.

This is a very different place than the one I've been in.

I felt like I was in a darker place .......

I don't know why.

I don't want to remember .......

Ah, yes, .......

More importantly, I need to see where 'here' is now .......

Slowly, I turn my head to the side.

An old man sits with a smile on his back against a window with no bars of light. A good old man dressed in beige clothes that I could tell at a glance that he had been wearing for years. He must be a 'witch' just like me. The tips of his hands and feet are like the tentacles of an octopus. It's most likely a mixture of jellyfish, an octopus, or an aquatic monster.

I'm relieved to find out that the one next to me was not a 'person' but a 'demon'. Then, with that leeway, I let out a voice while gathering more information about the surroundings. I was a little anxious, but the withered voice came out properly from my taut throat.

'This, 'here' is ......?'

There is no doubt that we are in a building. Next to the lighted windows, there are shelves for living and a diverse array of dishes. I can also tell that it is a private house by the dried fruit hanging on the wall. I am now sleeping on a bed in a private house.

Ah, it's our home. ”Aye, it's our house,” he said. At least we won't starve to death.

The good-natured old man next to me replies in a gentle voice.

Surprised by the warm quality of his voice, I reply.

'Eh ......, ah, yes ......'

I couldn't even say thank you enough. It had been a long time since I'd seen such direct kindness.

Then, to my confusion about the situation, something warm is offered to me from the opposite direction. A wooden bowl. In it was a white, steamy potato soup.

The old lady, who is probably the octopus' grandfather's companion, puts the bowl in my hand.

'It's not much, but it's ....... Eat .......

Another gentle voice.

My confusion only accelerated.

'Why are you ...... giving me food ......?'

Staring at the soup, he asks, ”Why?

I'm not sure why. If we abandon a child like that, we will be punished by the gods who are watching over us. No, we will not be able to face the kings of viasia who are protecting us. Is that so?

Because God will punish you?

Because you won't be able to face the royal family that's protecting you?

I was given back a story that I didn't understand at all.

At least, the one who thought about it, which never happened in my life.

So I just freeze, unable to push back the soup or put my mouth to the soup.

Seeing this, the grandfather continues his story.

The old man sees this and continues his story. You have escaped from the south, haven't you?

South.

An expression I don't often use.

But I've come to the north. If that's the case, it would be more appropriate to call the place I came from south.

I nodded back.

...... Yes.

In the last few years, the gap between the 'human' and 'witch' has deepened. I've heard that the south side is notoriously bad with ”witches”. That's the reason why you're here, isn't it?

Grandfather was aware of all my circumstances.

I nodded honestly, knowing that I couldn't hide where I was before.

'...... yes.'

We ran and ran and ran.

Believing the rumor that there was a paradise in the north where the 'demons' lived, he came here without drinking or eating. Then, unable to walk or move, he lost consciousness alone in the farthest grasslands and thought that he was going to die like this.

I'm amazed that your little body has made it to the northern frontier ....... You can rest easy now. There is no one here to threaten you .......

But I was saved.

Now I am alive. My grandfather and grandmother, who are also witches, saved me.

He comforted me with his words and the old lady gently rubbed my back.

'You should take some time to rest yourself today. Tomorrow will be a good day to introduce you to the things in the village.

...... Huh?

It amazes me that you talk as if you could stay here forever. Because I was just thinking about how to thank him and how I was going to live from now on.

I'm not going to be able to get rid of it. You don't think you're going to leave?

Yes. Because I don't--

--A stranger's nuisance. I was about to say so, when he abruptly changed the subject.

”What demon is mixed in with you, my dear?

A shudder ran through his body.

--mixed.

The word provokes my trauma. Those words have defined my entire life.

But it would be disloyal to my benefactor not to answer them. It's the same as asking who I am on the other side.

As I suppress a shiver that floods my body, I answer.

...... slightly mutated, but maybe it's Harpy.

Yes, you are a demon after all.

”Fiend.

That's what drove me to this point. That's not a ”person”. That's what drove me to--

Then we're compatriots. What's wrong with family helping family?

But the grandfather heard those words and made a smile that couldn't have been any better.

He didn't change his demeanor when he heard the words that had produced nothing but a look of contempt from anyone who had heard them all along.

'Ka-zoku ......?　But ......

I don't care if we're related by blood. We define our family by our laws. By that law, you are no more than a member of your own family.

We are Our Law ......?

Family ......?

But I'm poisoned and defiled: ......

That kind of gossip won't work here. After all, we're demons too.

Soooo, yes.

Maybe it was my confusion that made me think I was the only one who was unholy. But it's not the case anymore. The North is different. That's why I've come this far.

There are a lot of people here who are just like me: ......!

You can't force it. But could you consider living here, even if only for a little while?　I'm just glad to have someone to talk to for a short time, like us.

The grandfather gently extended his wrinkled hand.

”Young ones are always welcome. Especially a pretty one like you, my dear.

The old lady also gently stroked my young grass-colored hair.

Neither of them had ever been in my life.

Too warm. Even now, I feel like I'm about to melt away and disappear.

Oh, ah, .......

Oh, thank you ....... Thank you ......, thank you .......

Finally, I was able to say thank you as I squeezed it out.

As I said it, all the tension was broken.

All this time I had felt like I was walking in the dark, cold depths of the earth.

I thought I was living in an abyss, a hell.

But no.

Not anymore.

It's brighter and warmer here.

Just by doing so, all the power is released from my body.

”Thank you so much for ......, thank you so much--

Relief stimulates the tear glands, and my vision becomes blurred.

-- 'Here (...)' is 'Paradise (...)'.

The rumors were true. The last ”paradise” is located at the point of escape to the north.

That's where I arrived .......

When I realized that I had arrived, I lost consciousness.

I fell asleep in the warmth of my bed in the warmth of my house, sinking my head into a soft pillow.

◆◆◆◆◆ ...

But people are cash, and when I was dying, I thought your grandfather and your grandmother were gods or something, but once I regained my strength, I wondered if there was something behind it. You would think that.

I was one of those ungrateful people.

I can't help but feel ashamed of being a human being, though it may be so far as I can say that I have lived my life in such a way.

What are you doing, child?

Grandfather is calling me.

I stop my hand.

Next to the house is a huge tree with white flowers. He was chopping wood from a stump near it. I take the white flower petals from the tree, which have been stuck to my forehead for some time, and reply, ”Over here.

'This way, Grandfather. Grandfather.

After they picked me up, I became part of the village.

However, while being offered a place to stay, I still hadn't opened up to them.

I would watch everyone else as I unobtrusively helped out repeatedly. I just repeated this process and before I knew it, a few days had passed.

'I finished chopping wood: ......

I quickly carry the split wood over my shoulders and head towards the direction of the grandfather's voice. The grandfather, who was at the back of the house, is surprised to see me appear.

''Chi, you're powerful. ......

Is that so?

At best, I return an amount of firewood that is only as tall as I am, putting it in the storage shed.

'Nushies are a mixture of harpies, aren't they?　It should be more ineffective. ......

But others have done this as well.

Mm, what other things?

People with red cow (tauroi) mixtures or black wolf (gull wolf) mixtures: ......

There's something wrong with you compared to those species. ......

Is that crazy?

But I don't think I would be alive now if I hadn't been able to do this much. At that time I was so desperate to keep up with the people around me that I never even thought about my own seed. ......

Maybe the child (warabe) is a bit special.

A special ......?

Does this mean that it is special among the harpy mixtures?

Or is it as a 'witch'? Is he fundamentally a human being?

I've heard that sometimes a person is born that adapts well to the poison in this world. I've heard that they can manipulate the power of the poison to create fire and wind.

'With the power of poison, fire and wind ......?　It's like a monster.

It's like magic in a fairy tale. It might be convenient to do such a thing, but it's too unrealistic.

It would be a legendary story. It's true that those that can adapt to poison and become allies are more physically strong.

'Huh. I see. ....... That's me?

The legend is frowned upon, but an improvement in physical ability is likely.

Oh, maybe it's the child. But it's hard to say ”child” with ”child”. I'm going to grow up from now on, so I can't keep calling you by your name forever.

'Its ......, sorry it doesn't have a name: ......'

'That's not something for which the bogeyman should apologize. But it's a new name or .......

I don't know my name because I've never been called by my name.

That's why I've always gone by ”Warabe”. Not 'Hey' or 'you', but 'Warabe' - I like it, but my grandfather didn't seem to like it.

Well, I will give you a cute name for it.

As he is struggling with his name, an old lady appears from the front of the house. The grandfather is taken aback by her appearance, as if she has timed her appearance.

'Old lady, you've been there ......'

The name of the child is Titi. What do you think, isn't it a pretty name?

...... sure. That's probably for the best.

Confidently, the old lady suggested, and the grandfather agreed with her.

'Titi?'

He repeats his name.

They nodded back when they heard it.

I'm glad to get my name. I'm glad, but--

Maybe it's an important name: ......?

I could sense it in their expressions.

When he said the name, he seemed to miss something for a moment.

'You don't like ......?'

The old lady asked anxiously.

I had only one answer. Refusal was not an option.

'I don't hate it ....... I think it's a good name. Titi .......

A little childish, but a cute name.

I liked it right away.

Then it's settled. Then it's settled,” he said.

The grandfather makes his decision with a cheerful face.

The silence disappears and the subject changes.

'And I'll have to get that accent straightened out as soon as possible.

I nod my head as he pokes at me where I didn't expect it.

'What? Is there something wrong with your speech?'

Yeah, something's wrong. We're family now. No need for such polite language.

No need for polite language between family members ......?

Oh, yes. More frank, please, Titty!

He pats me on the back with a thump.

I nodded in confusion at that first request.

'Ah, yes. I'll do my best. I'll do my best.

Then he bowed his head as much as he could.

When the grandfather saw that, he looked a little troubled.

''Ah, that's not good.''

My grandfather's fingers came close to my head and the tip of his index finger twitched.

He gave me a slight shove.

'Ack. ...... sorry.

'Hmmm. That's the reaction to being poked and prodded or ....... When that happens, what do you do!　I said, ”I'm sorry.　No respect!

Okay. I'll do it.

I would bow my head as much as I could again.

Furthermore, all the talk about no respectful language that was just said was blown away.

Naturally, he pokes me gently again.

''Ah. Eh, um, okay--what are you doing?

I took a breath, and then said it back to him with enthusiasm, this time.

This time I tried to get rid of the respectful words. I looked at my grandfathers with anticipation, but ......

Stick figures.

You're not reading from a stick.

It didn't work.

The words may be right as grammar, but as a conversation, the intonation etc. was probably too unnatural.

I was troubled.

I didn't think it would be so difficult to use anything other than honorifics. The price I paid for thinking I could only use honorifics since I was born is coming out here: .......

Seeing me at a loss, the old lady clapped her hands and suggested, ”That's right.

That's right. That's right, try to imitate our way of speaking.

'What, are you imitating ......?　Then go to .......

You should be able to do it.

The intonation is right in front of you, too.

Yes. You can try it a little at a time at ......

It's not very good, but it must be taking shape somehow.

I looked up at my grandfather and grandmother to hear their assessment.

Well, it's better than now, isn't it? Maybe.

Hmmm. It's true that you can get rid of that awkwardness. You might want to try it until you get used to it.

They smiled gently.

Then they both stroked my head gently.

'Ehehe.'

A little ticklish, but very warm palms. I smiled, losing myself in their touch. I'm sure I have the same kind face as the two of them.

My face, which had been hard as ice, was melting away, and I could see it in my own mind.

Just the right amount of sunshine falls from the blue sky and a fresh breeze blows from the meadow.

The white flowers scatter and the petals ride on the gable roof of the house. Just looking away from them is really soothing.

Ah, it's warm here.

Surely, this is the place where I belong.

I thought to myself, ”This is where I belong.

I decided from the heart of a child that this is where I belong.

So I decided to keep it.

Thank you, Grandma. Well, I'll get to work on the next one: ......

Perhaps it's because I believe that there's no place for something that doesn't work as a deep psychological thing, but I immediately try to move.

'You just finished chopping wood, didn't you?

”I still have a lot of energy left over from ......!　I'm fine!

Trying to keep things as light as possible, I run out of the yard. There's a lot of work to be done in the house. Chopping wood isn't the end of it. I have to work harder for my place. I'm going to try to get a start on that and fetch water.

'Then good, but you must be careful!

Keep your head down.

They wave at me as I run farther away with a tub of water fetching.

I run through the meadow as if I were about to skip.

I tear through the wind and run through the wide, bright world.

I love this wind that caresses my cheeks.

It allows me to run all day long. Fetching water is as painless as it gets.

I follow the gravel road far from the house to the river that feeds the village. There is a forest near the river. Even though it is a forest, it is not very dense. If anything, it was more like a forest. It's about an inch or so in between. Because of the wide intervals between the trees, the light is as bright as the grasslands, and the path is easy to walk on.

The animals that come out of the forest are all small. Even a small child like me can fetch water in a safe environment, as this is not a place for big animals.

That said, I wouldn't mind if a big beast came out of the forest.

Gentlemen, I'm asking you again today.

As you walk down the road, you call out to no one.

Then, small animals show themselves from the nearby bushes. Small animals of many kinds, from the four-legged white ones to the brown ones. I don't know their names, but they have cute ears - my friends.

They heard my voice and came out to help me, my friend.

'I'm just fetching water today ......, but I want to work hard enough to surprise my grandma and grandpa.'

They all nodded when they heard those words.

Then I put one of the tubs I was carrying on the backs of the two running white animals. This is how they've been helping me carry the heavy stuff for a few days now.

I didn't realize it because I was in a place in the south where the demons were excluded, but here I learned how smart the animals are. It wasn't long before I talked to all those smart people and offered to help. Because even though I was just a kid, I knew that everything is faster when we all work together.

I'm sorry to tell you all this, but I'm giving it my all today.

I run down the road as fast as the little animals can keep up with me.

As soon as I reach the river, I fetch water.

I work with everyone else to carry the tub full of water home. Everyone helps me along the way, and I go back and forth.

I don't feel tired. In fact, the tub of water seems to be getting lighter and lighter. The more you move, the more power comes from deep within your body. ...... I even felt as if I was breathing in 'something' energy from my surroundings.

Working, small hour.

There was enough water being carried in the yard of the house.

When the grandfather and the old lady saw it, they were amazed.

They said, ”We've fetched a lot of water. There's more than enough to go around. ...... and a lot of stuff that could be used as firewood. It must have been hard work.

No, it's okay, I had a friend help me. ......

Suddenly, he is approached from behind and his language is mixed. But it seems that the grandfathers have more to worry about than that.

'My friend, is that ......?'

Yes, sir.

I nodded back and introduced the more than ten animals running at my feet.

'Hou ....... This is .......

The grandfather and the old lady both look impressed. No, astonishment seems to be thicker than admiration.

'Titi, do you understand a word these men say?

I don't know the language. ......

Oh, now it's backwards. Maybe I shouldn't force myself to use it until I get used to it.

I take a breath and then begin to explain.

'Somehow, I think I know what I want to tell you: ....... That's how I feel about .......

They tell it like it is, without hiding it. When they heard that, their faces were colored with nothing but astonishment.

'What a ......'

Maybe this is weird: ......?

I ask fearfully.

Hmmm. I don't want to believe in fairy tales too much, but I can't help but think that he's manipulating the power of poison. It's the same power as the Lord who rules the world.

'The Lord of the Lords' ......?

It is said that such things once existed on the northern continent. A savior who saved many people.

Savior: ......

My heart seemed to beat a little faster in my chest. The words 'king' and 'savior' shook my young curiosity.

...... Well, that's not a bad thing. It's a bit of an unusual power, but titi is titi,” he said. Anyway, we've been a great help. Thank you.

When Grandma and Grandpa turned to smile, I felt a warmth build up in my chest. That warmth was comforting and naturally made me smile too.

'Ehehe.'

I put my hands on my chest and make sure they are warm and secure.

That alone is enough to fill me with a sense of euphoria to know the meaning of my birth.

'I'm proud of you, my child.

Do I make you proud?

'Oh, they must grow up smarter, stronger and more resilient than anyone else in the Northern King's Landing.

I blush as they tell me I'm a vessel that can't fit in the village alone.

'That wing on your back will heal straight away and you'll soon be an immensely beautiful woman.

The grandfather points to my back.

I still have the evidence of being a harpy mingling witch in my clothes. It's conspicuous in the south, so it's a scar I plucked myself.

It's possible that Titi is not a hybrid mutant, but a winged race. According to legend, the Lord who rules is also a winged race. Their features are very similar.

The two men continue to talk.

Then they return to a slightly more serious look.

'Titi, you are a bundle of talent. That's why I have something to ask you as soon as possible.

My body shakes at the suddenness of the story.

'You can choose many different futures. Don't you think you could hone your skills elsewhere?　Perhaps you can become anything. It's not a dream to serve in the castle of Vyasia.

It was about my future.

From the look on your face, there is no such thing as partiality, I must really be incomparably talented.

But for me--

I don't want to go to .......

I don't care what kind of talent you have.

It doesn't matter.

There's something more important. It's in my heart.

So I talk about the future with a serious look on my face.

'I know the people in the north city aren't bad people. Even the orphanage was a fine one.

Once, my grandfather and grandmother took me to the north city. Then there was my other path. Someone who lived and worked in a store to dream and live and work, and someone who laughed with many friends in an orphanage.

That would have been a stop for me.

They were kind enough to tell me that this village is not all there is to it.

But for me--!

Still, I'm fine with 'here'. ...... 'Here' is fine.

That's the answer.

It has taken me a long time to be sure of that answer, but now I'm no longer in doubt.

I want to make this place my home.

And I want ”here” to be my graveyard someday (・・・・・・・・).

That's right ......, I thought .......

But that is a selfish request, even though I was picked up by them.

I'm not talking about the burden and inconvenience it would put on your grandma.

You might be denied. No, that's normal.

Such dark thoughts swirl around in my head.

But that dark cloud soon clears.

”If you say so, fine. No, I'm glad to hear it, Titi.

Oh, we are so glad to have our prized titty in our midst.

What awaited them was a smile on their faces.

It was heartfelt hospitality.

'Thank you ......'

Tears spilled out.

Puffing, warm tears spilled out.

Even though I wasn't sad at all, even though I was smiling now, even though I knew that this was the land of peace, I couldn't stop crying.

My grandfather and grandmother held my head in their arms.

--And so, I had a family.

After a long and arduous journey, I had arrived at a comfortable world.

And I worked a lot in the village for both of them.

I continued to move to the limit of my talents to repay my grandfather and grandmother as much as possible. There were times when they were a little angry at me for working too hard.

One day, another day, another ...... warm days passed.

But even though it's such a warm world, there's still more to this story.

There is one more family member who must not be forgotten.

Oh, yes.

I had a grandfather and grandmother - and a younger brother.

That brother is the third family member, the beloved family.

I'm sure that stupid brother will show up--......

◆◆◆◆◆

Grandma, Grandpa, Grandma. This one is suspicious.

A year had passed since then.

It was a very long year. I was finally able to become an adult for a year, but the slowness of the process made me want to yawn.

Before I knew it, the child's stature was close to that of Grandma and Grandpa. Harpies were a fast-growing breed, but they were still said to be unusually fast. Even though her age has not yet entered the double digits, she has become close to the adults.

It was as if the ”world” was pushing the children to become adults.

Therefore, when they are placed alongside a child as tall as the child they once were, they look like older siblings.

The head was just around the child's belly. He stroked the brown head and made the suspect stand in front of Grandma and Grandpa as if he were poking the suspect out.

Sitting on a wobbly-legged wooden chair in an unchanged house, Grandma asks, ”So, Titty, what's up?

'So, Titi, where did you find that boy? Where did you find that child, ......?

...... I was playing a little far away when I found you.

'A bit far away - maybe a bit south?　You said so much not to go: ......

Well, um, I was going to the next town to the east, and I might have gotten a little off to the south?

Haha. ......

Just like that, it is discovered that the child (straw man) has gone to the exclusion zone. However, because of this, he was able to catch a suspicious person approaching the house, so he should somehow be even.

Sighing, the old lady gives up pursuing the child and speaks to the boy, who is wearing only a dirty ragged piece of cloth.

It's all right. The boy said, ”Don't worry, you can rest easy now. There are no enemies of yours here.

'Ha, yes ......'

The boy was frightened.

As if to let his guard down, slowly Grandma and Grandpa heard from the boy.

'Let's start with the name: ......

'Is that your name ......?　I don't know. Probably not.

The boy's words sounded familiar.

It seemed to be the same with my grandfathers.

The same as Titi,” he said. They must have escaped from a similar place.

Like a child (straw), a child who escaped from the south .......

I can't remember much anymore, but I just know I don't have any good memories.

Perhaps this trembling boy also had a terrible time in the South. That makes me feel a little closer to him.

Then, in front of the child's eyes, the story of the grandfather and the boy goes on. This, too, sounded familiar. With the warmth of the story, the boy's caution was lifted and his stay in the village was easily decided.

He was the same as the child (warawa) he once was, until he passed out in his bed.

He glares at the boy who is always occupying the bed used by the child (Warawa).

He feels as if a foreign object has been mixed in with his precious place of residence, and his mouth is agape in disgust.

'-But this guy is fishy. It's very suspicious. Grandpa, are you sure it's safe to bring this thing into the house?

In terms of weirdness, ......, Titi, you're pretty much the same kind of guy.

Mmmmm.

I can't say anything back to him when he mentions the old child (Warawa).

Seeing me, Grandpa smiles and pats the child's head, and at the same time, his new roommate, a boy, is with him. At the same time, his new roommate, a boy, is with him.

”Don't be so serious, Titty. ”Don't be so dismissive, Titi,” he said, ”we're from the same town. Treat him well.

When people say ”hometown,” ......

You are a stranger to me. Besides, he has decided that the home of the child is 'here'. And he has decided that his home is here.

Your brother, so to speak. ”So you're my brother, so to speak.

Grandma happily welcomes her new family.

The words release a little bit of the child's stiffened caution.

'Otouto ......?'

I mutter and look at the boy in bed again. This time I don't stare at him, but look at him with curious eyes.

There was a boy with earthen bangs hanging down and small tears spilling from his eyes.

This boy who looks like his sometime self is the younger brother of the child ......?

The suddenness of the event puzzled me.

For a long time, she thought it was just a child and grandma and grandpa in this place.

Then a new family enters.

--This is how they meet.

This was a meeting with a family who would be walking next to him for a long time to come.

And the morning of the next day.

The next morning, Warawa goes out to fetch water. It's a little chilly, but it's pleasant to breathe in the fresh air of this early morning. It is a daily routine that he has done every day since the day he was picked up, without a break.

However, there is something different mixed in with that usual today.

A boy comes walking behind me in a flurry of footsteps.

'Why are you following me?　This is a child's work, don't follow me.

I turn around and blame him a little too strongly.

The boy then looks troubled and replies in a rambling manner.

So, but your grandfather and grandmother told me to follow you: ......

The boys' language remained stiff. Grandma and Grandpa called it ”stiff” just as they did as children, but the language didn't seem to change at all.

The language seems to be cursed.

Maybe they were in a tougher place than where the child was.

'Mmmmmm.'

If my beloved grandma and grandpa are mentioned, I can't help but roar at them. To the child, Grandma and Grandpa exist in a status equivalent to that of a god.

I reluctantly allow him to accompany me.

...... Don't get in the way!

Yes!

The boy replied happily and cheerfully. As it was, he desperately followed the fast-footed child (straw man).

Why is that?

We didn't have much to say to him, but he missed me. Is it because it was a child who picked up the child first? Or, did grandma and grandpa tell him they are from the same hometown?

This boy believes it - ......, hmmm.

'Noh, you. Are you sure you don't have a name ......?

No. ......

Will I have to call him 'Onushi' or 'boy' all the time?

The child will not be troubled, but he will be troubled. In that case, it would be best to decide on it as soon as possible.

As I was staring at him, the boy's face turned red as he thought about it, and then he asked me back.

''Well, your sister is .......''

Hey, sister. ......?

Maybe it's because I'm still getting used to it, but it's a little itchy. No, it's not that I don't like it.

''Yes. What's your sister's name?

The name of the child (Warawa) ...... It is a very good thing to hear.

There are three things that the child is proud of: his fast-growing, strong body and the way he speaks like his grandma. It is this fast-growing, strong body and the way it speaks, like grandma and grandpa. And his name.

His name is Titi. His name is Titi, don't make a mistake, his name is Titi. ”Don't make a mistake, the child's name is Titi, the precious name Grandma and Grandpa gave him!

'Sister Titty, ....... Also, I was just wondering a little bit, why is it 'strawberry' ......?

Hmmm, isn't it cool?　If you say ”It's me” and ”It's me” like Grandma and Grandpa, you will sound a little old and uncool!　I scoured the book, found some cool stuff, and borrowed it!

...... Oh, yes. Okay.

The boy just nodded with an affectionate smile.

Mmm, bad reaction.

A bad reaction.

I had expected a more surprised reaction, but it seems that his sense of humor may not be right. Here's the thing: ”So that's what you meant!　That's my sister!　It's cool! And I'm about to clap my hands.