Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"Good morning, uncle!

Gashyaaaa!

The curtains are pulled open and the morning sun pours indoors.

The man said, waking up his torso in a bed with a lid.

"Good morning, Virgin. You're early today."

The only reason a man's eyes say that are squishy is because they were burned in the sun.

A man is a vampire.

A ghost that is vulnerable to sunlight, has the ability to transform, and sucks blood - i.e., a monster.

Once reigned in the world of the night, he was the king of man-type monsters feared by not many people.

But now, the weirdness, including vampires, is' being gone '.

So a man goes out to the public and says, 'I'm a vampire!' And even if he speaks loudly, the world will turn its eyes to him to see 'The Mysterious Uncle Who Names a Vampire'.

Well, in the first place...

Men don't go outside because they're hiccups.

I used to live in isolation from the outside world so much that I never even opened the curtain... (because sometimes when I open it, the kid who came on an excursion sees me and I'm uncomfortable)

Ever since the Virgin began to attend this castle, a new sunshine had poured down into the men's room, as every day, so as to burn the men's bodies in real life.

I used to live a nightlife too. Now I'm starting to wake up pretty early these days.

So it was also rare for the Virgin to wake me...

"Uncle, you're a sleeper today"

As the Virgin opened the curtain, she turned back to the man with the sunlight on her back.

She looks fine, a girl with shiny pink blonde hair.

The outfit is a slightly thick robe, but it doesn't damage the look of wonder and pleasure.

Seeing a man with the same peachy eyes as her hair, the Virgin snapped her neck.

"Were you late last night?

"Oh, um... I don't really remember what you were doing last night..."

"Did they even drink alcohol?

"No, you haven't even had a drink lately..."

The man put his hand on his forehead, keeping his upper body up in bed.

Last night.

It's been less than half a day, very recently, and I can't remember.

It takes me as if I'm trying to remember months ago, or (...).

"... Virgin, I don't know... I live my days together."

"Ha."

"You seem to be very busy in the morning, but my day has nothing to do with that sort of trickery. Yes, graceful… I try to be graceful and live my days."

"... ha. I see. Finally, you're confused because you can't remember at all what you were doing before you went to bed."

"No. Not that I can't remember... yes, if you're about my age, living itself feels like a handiwork..."

"Uncle."

"I don't know..."

"Stop the brain and live, and you'll get dementia faster."

The Virgin's speech always has power.

I don't want to be poked around.

"I hear fine work is good for dementia prevention. Fortunately, my uncle seems to have a number of hobbies, including stuffed animal making, woodworking, painting and music…"

"Wait. Stop talking on the assumption that I'm suffering from dementia."

"Uncle."

"What is it?"

"People all live their days with the potential to get dementia. Age doesn't matter. Sometimes it's just a few moments... and that's dementia."

"I'm not a person"

"My uncle is a vampire."

The Virgin said with a serious face.

Yes, we succeeded in making vampires admit to their existence, which in modern times is the treatment of 'what is not there'.

As it stands, it feels like 'what's wrong with you because you're a vampire' has only been dealt with...

"My uncle, indeed, must be different from people..."

"Yes, I am."

"But since you're not a person, that doesn't mean you won't be slightly dementia"

"No..."

"Uncle, I guess uncle's life expectancy still goes on"

"I guess so."

"You don't want to spend a much longer life with dementia, do you?

"............... right"

"So please, love yourself, without thinking, 'Only I'm OK', etc. If your uncle gets some kind of illness, it's your family who's gonna have a hard time."

……

Looking for room for objection, the man pushes silence.

And open your mouth.

"Well, you're right."

"So live with care every day. Always train to remember the dinner of the day before…"

"I haven't eaten..."

Men were snacks.

Tea may be consumed as a preference and dessert is eaten, but the main source of energy is chicken blood.

That doesn't mean you have to consume it every day either, and lately it's enough at about once a month already.

"Uncle, I think the thinning of the food is due to lack of exercise"

"Well, I think you lack exercise."

"Would you like to stay seated for more than an hour?

"There you are."

"It's not good. Recently, the Kaitai Herald (Dengo) also features the" Too Sitting Warning Feature "... stacking those details for a long, healthy life..."

"Virgin, I think what you say is best."

"Thank you"

"But 'healthy and long' is the only thing, really, a good life?

"... what do you mean?

"Nah, I think people have a right to choose how to spend their lives.... you younger generations may not come very pinned, but I am, a vampire. Vampires are the enemy of mankind."

……

"To me," exercise "refers to" attacking people "… you know what I mean"

"Oh no, my uncle..."

"No, it's an untrue fact. Well, listen.... I, of my own volition, stopped attacking people - 'exercise'. Whether it makes you unhealthy because of it or not, it's my 'life' of choice. I have no regrets."

"No, uncle... you know,"

"No, no. That's okay. That's okay, Virgin.... you have to throw something away to get something. Then I choose what I gain more from faith. If you lose something as a result, you won't regret it. It may not be a 'healthy and long' life-long choice, but still."

"But uncle,"

"You've talked a long time in the morning. I haven't even acted on tea yet. Come on, let's go to the couch. Now let my family bring it."

"Uncle, you know, it's not that big of a deal, I'm talking about making it a habit in the stretch,"

I was blocking the words because I felt like they were going to say so...

Men were less skilled at 'shaking the story' and were soaked up with gaps that they could no longer think of talking about.

"... Virgin, let's be honest"

"Yes......?

"You young people, start one new thing after another. But when you're about my age, 'increasing habits' can be incredibly difficult."

……

"We need 'passion' to get things started. It will also be necessary to continue. Passion, however, decreases with age and never increases."

"... I wanted to talk to you about something similar before... but, uh, I'm not asking you to do something that hard, am I? About five minutes a day, if you could stretch, to that extent..."

"Five minutes."

The man laughs with his mouth up.

A strange wrinkle appeared on the jaw of a white inert beard.

"" Five Minutes a Day, "" Three Minutes a Day "- there are unlimited such complaints rolling around in the vast ocean of the net. I sailed the ocean with Kaitai stories and accessed those information scattered like a floating island"

"You're using it..."

"I see, compared to the time of day, just five minutes seems like a short time. It's just that I spend my days gracefully… it's not like I'm on a minute-by-minute schedule, it's not like I'm holding onto some sort of cliché. You can twist it out as long as you want for five minutes."

"Yes, think so..."

But you don't seem to know.

"... what?

"When you start a new thing - when you start a five-minute habit, it takes days to weeks to get ready to say, 'Okay, here we go.'"

"Yea yeah!?, why are you so ready to start the habit of just five minutes...!?"

"The weight of the hips of the aged is probably far beyond your imagination"

……

"Your hearts are cotton."

"... Me?

"Blow it and it will fly. Drop it and we'll dance the universe for a while. It goes with the wind, it goes all the way over there, it goes all the way over here... that kind of suppleness and lightness. Compared to that, we're rocks. No, it could be metal. It's a heavy big rock that has been on the ground for years, perched in the soil, hard to move when pushed."

……

"If you guys want to 'move just a little to the right,' it's, well, cotton, so you just need to take a breath. But our rocks, they don't. We must call on people, take the tone, and be prepared and cooperative to move."

……

"It's" even if it's a story "... I want you to think that there's as much difference between you and me as there is between the calories you put on" The First Start of a New Habit ". And the ceiling of that" calorie "-" passion "- is diminishing with age."

"... I see... you know, you don't know..."

"Do you understand? What you call" only five minutes "is, for us," five minutes after a few weeks of preparation. "It's not easy to start…"

The man sliced his gaze.

"... but the Virgin. Sometimes, strange things happen."

"What is strange..."

"The moment my heart burns, there is something called"

"What is it, what is it?

"Mm-hmm. There can be sudden interest in things that weren't of any interest until just before, and suddenly I'm ready to get started," etc.

"Really?

"Mm-hmm. This is the strange thing... if we are in that state, our hearts will be feathers. It may not be as light as cotton, but still, somehow, catch the wind, dance lightly, be feathers"

"So, the stretch, too, its... feathers? if you challenge me with your heart...... how can I be a feather?

The Virgin begins to sneak up on her.

The man raised his gaze to the ceiling of the bed, then took a whopping breath,

"If I could figure that out, I wouldn't have a hard time."

Men laugh.

Yes, the weight of the mind is out of control...

Even I couldn't have predicted it.