Early morning one day, as June was ending and July was approaching.
I woke up again today, just as the morning sun was beginning to faintly spread across the sky..
I woke up in the same room as yesterday, in the same futon. I shook off the urge to sleep twice, changed out of my pajamas into my loungewear, and headed for the bathroom.
I washed my face with cold water and looked in the mirror with my face dripping with water.
In the mirror, I saw the image of Shinra Kaede, very similar to the image of my mother when she was younger.
I used a brush to fix my bed hair, which was a bit out of shape, and headed for my room.
It was the same room I had visited every day for years.
I could probably make my way to the room with my eyes closed.
I walked down the corridor that I was so familiar with, and when I arrived in front of one of the rooms, I slowly opened the door without knocking.
That person was still sleeping in the room. He must be sleeping with his hair all shaggy.
After closing the door, which I had opened stealthily, the person who had not noticed my presence, Minato Mara, the only family member in the Shinra household who was asleep in the the absence of his parents.
There was no sign of him waking up when I approached his bedside, and I was convinced that today was an oversleeping day.
Seeing the piles of mystery novels that he had bought at a second-hand bookstore on his table, he must have been immersed in reading until midnight.
Is that why my brother said something strange to me at dinner last night,
He said, “Great deductions and detectives often appear in novels, but from the point of view of those who are actually in the field, they are random guesses and detectives who are lost.”
The moment I heard it, I had a moment of doubt as to what he was saying, but it appeared to be a word that came out when he read a novel.
He talks about incomprehensible things in unpredictable ways, which makes me feel like I’m playing riddles with him every day.