My Reality is a Romance Game

Gaiden milk story

Stopped the sword. No, I thought I stopped. However, the sharp blade injured the thigh on ice. The body that suddenly collapsed endured with the sword as support.

"Not yet!

"I thought I had stopped it, but on earth ..."

"This is the difference between you who are ugly and my beautiful."

"Kuh ..."

I was disappointed and shook himself. I don't know how beauty is involved in pursuing the path of the sword, but I always had to believe that word from a losing position. Her seniors always said that the ice was ugly. I've heard so much that I can hear my ears since I was young, so I thought I was already immune, but my body shook again.

"Once again thank you."

"No, don't you remember the teacher's words? The losing person decided to chop the wood. Go quickly and do the woodworking. It's a perfect job for you like a man.

A woman whom Hikami called a senior. Etsuko Anno laughed and left the dojo. Hikami looked regretfully, dragging his foot and tying his thigh wound with a bandage placed in the corner of the dojo. It is different from the seniors who are always playful. Compared to them, my practice was absolute.

Still, I couldn't understand that I always lost. Is this a natural talent? Or is it really a difference in beauty?

Hikami, who had a strange brainwashing from an early age, stood in front of a mirror in one corner of the dojo.

"Is it so clumsy?"

Of course not. Her beauty on the ice was overwhelmingly better than Ano, who called her unprofessional. However, seniors in the dojos, including Ano, looked down on her excellence from her childhood. From the feeling of jealousy. Thanks to him, Hikami had no choice but to accept the words of his seniors.

Then, after coming to society as a solution teacher, the idea hardened. The men looked at the ice on the sword swinging and working as a solver, as if they were watching a monster.

So Hikami came to believe in the lie of his seniors naturally. And they started to drink milk like a habit to clean up a little.

In fact, this was a mistaken common sense that began when the teachers were giving them milk to strengthen their bones at an early age. Seniors who were tired of milk were pushing milk on the youngest ice. He said that drinking a lot of milk would be a beauty with their own beautiful skin and that he would be stronger. Believing in it, Hikami began to drink milk habitually thereafter. Until now I have grown up.

Anyway, Ikami, who lost the bet, left the dojo and started chopping wood. It was hot and I took off my jacket. A white cloth that compresses the chest is wrapped around. I was eagerly working on the ax, and I heard a voice from behind.

Miyuuna ""

On the ice, he used his ax and suddenly lowered his head 90 degrees.

"This, Hello. Teacher-like"

A middle-aged woman greeted her and nodded.

"I received a request."

"What? Now?"

"so."

The teacher's orders were absolute. At least before independence. Of course, being independent doesn't mean you can get out of it completely. She put on her T-shirt again. Her teacher threw a piece of paper on which the request was written onto ice and went inside.

When I read the notes, it was a job to help the abducted child. Apparently, a politician's son was abducted. Hikami headed to the designated place with the sword. Two years ago, I rode in an old car that my teacher gave me on my 20th birthday. The presence of a car that could be a foothold in the occupation of the solver was essential.

He drove the car with the engine running and arrived on the ice at the location marked on the piece of paper. I kissed a picture of my younger brother who died when I was young, in the rearview mirror before getting off the car.

"I'm going."

Leave it to the photo and get off the car. It was a building like a rental warehouse. The men who noticed on the ice are approaching.

"Hey, young lady. You're not allowed here!"

On the ice he drew his sword without reply. The blade glowed from a cane-like sheath. The blade cut the man's leg as it was.

"Vuaaaa!"

As the screams echoed, men like gangsters rushed. A gangster. It was not just an abduction, it smelled of some other power conflict. So, I guess this kind of body is hanging out. But that doesn't matter. As a solver, you only need to solve the request. But it's true that I don't like it somewhere.

There was no man of the same age as his dead brother.

Only old men with large physique. So they were all mercilessly cut. Blood splatters. The warehouse floor was stained with blood.

"Ko ... this is a monster looking woman ..."

The man who had his back cut with a sword shook his hand and said, Crumpled, monstrous woman, the most familiar and alive word. I heard mainly from seniors about unscrupulous work, and I heard many times about women like monsters in this situation.

He turned his face on the ice as if there was no upset now. Then I saw a boy tied to a pillar. He was about 5 years old. My heart suddenly throbbed on ice.

"I'm OK."

Hikami hastily released the tied child. However, the boy began to cry as soon as her hand touched, as if the situation had been so shocking.

"Wow!"

She began to leak into the piss, shaking and shaking. On ice, my emotions suddenly cooled. I really don't want to be crying. I felt sick because I thought weeping was justified by the weak. Of course, there was a mixture of collapse and a little anger that even such a young boy would cry the moment he saw himself. After all, children who immediately cry are not brothers.

It is unlikely that his brother has become so weak. When the illusion disappeared, the reality came closer.

Yes, it would be around 18 if my real brother was alive. You have to be a little bigger to think of yourself as a real sister. Yoshitoshi, 22-year-old Hikami vowed so.

He told him he was done on the phone and waited for a while near the crying child. Then the parents appeared and took the child. No, I didn't seem to be a parent. Is it a hobo? Well, there was no relationship. Chibi who was crying and not a younger brother had no interest from the beginning.

And the years flow.

Three years later, Hikami has finally become independent. I was very happy to have my own space. I still couldn't beat my seniors, but the teacher acknowledged my independence. It was the first step to a real solution teacher.

On that day, Hikami solved the request easily, and on the way home, bought 1000ml of milk at a convenience store. Milk after work was her only happiness. However, despite drinking for a lifetime, I had never heard that it was clean. Did the seniors lie? He said that drinking milk could be beautiful. When I saw myself reflected on the glass of the convenience store, I thought so on Hikami.

Of course, she was reflected in the window of a convenience store, and she was a very beautiful woman with clear eyes and slightly thick lips. Of course, there was no one around her to tell this fact. For 24 years.

Rather, there were seniors who bullied me as ugly, and men who called monsters to her, who was waving her knives crazy. She had no reasonable reputation because no one was picking up because she had a rather dangerous smell. Having lived with the sword, she had never attended elementary school, junior high school, or high school, far from kindergarten. All passed by the teacher's power such as compulsory education. Because he was a teacher who focused solely on the path of the sword.

That's not to say that her teacher did not allow her basic education. Hikami received the minimum education necessary to live with his seniors.

She left the convenience store. I wanted to wipe the blood from the sword in a hurry. The sword will be crying because I put it in the sheath as it is. Suddenly she stopped.