Chapter 202: 202 17

Because of his tiredness, Ayane had taught Chiyo to read and write letters.

Chiyo obeyed it greatly, and Ayane coached carefully, but Ayane's heart wanted to do more about itself than coaching Chiyo, for example. I trained and studied.

"Sister, you don't like Chiyo"

Ayane froze her expression at the words of Chiyo, who ran his mouth abruptly.

Chiyo had an obvious face. Words I said without malice or anything. That's why it was extra shocking for Ayane.

Sure, Ayane neglects about Chiyo. But I didn't even put that out for a bite.

"I want you to be gone in Chiyo. They're gonna take that guy."

Reading his mind, pointing out the ugly part of his heart, and putting it out of his mouth, Ayane tides his cheeks with shame and anger.

When I saw how Ayane sounded, Chiyo snorted, feeling sorry for her. Seeing as I could apparently give Chiyo some attention, Ayane's anger also eased a little. At the same time, I am ashamed of my immaturity.

"I'm sorry. Chiyo didn't want to read people's minds either, but he poured in on his own."

"If you think it's bad, even if you know it, don't tell them."

Ayane, who caresses Chiyo's head. By doing so, Ayane was suppressing her feelings and attempting to control them.

"Because... I don't like the thought of you being gone anymore"

I suppose you're saying something about being sold to lip service, and Ayane takes pity on Chiyo.

"Okay. I'll try not to think of it that way anymore."

Ayane stroking Chiyo's cheek that makes her crying face.

"Sister, you're going to be separated from him"

With a crying face, Chiyo utters words that pierce Ayane's heart again.

"Even though I love Master Osiko. They'll kick me out. It's gonna be the same as Chiyo."

"You're not being kicked out. It's nesting. for me to walk ahead as an adult, as a single witch."

"No, I'm not. Lady Osiko is trying to kick your sister out for another reason."

"I know."

smiling powerlessly, Ayane said.

The real reason my father tries to break up with himself. You can't possibly not figure that out. For my father's sake, I think I should be forced to stay on my father's side, but due to Ayane's character, I can't push him off that far.

"That's right. Chiyo asks Master Osiko. Don't kick your sister out. Chiyo had no choice but to sell her house to starve to death, but that's not what your sister did."

"Stop."

"Why?"

"Do not disobey your father's decision."

"So why?

I can't find any more words to give back to Chiyo, who persists in eating down and pointing her mouth, and Ayane sounds like a troubled face.

"Where Chiyo said... Father will never break, because even if you listen to Chiyo and put me on his side, it will torment Father"

After a while Ayane answered.

"I can't be your father right now. Even I can't do it right now. I'm immature, too, and my father hasn't broken his own lost or bad heart. Yes... not until we grow up together."

Ayane who always speaks to herself about what she says in her heart. There was a nuance that I was trying to convince myself by assuming that, but I'm not even wrong.

"But it looks spicy. That's crazy. Absolutely crazy. Something different."

Still eating down Chiyo.

"Chiyo, I think. Being born means you're free to play here. The mountains, the rivers, the roads, the cities, the houses are all playgrounds. Chiyo, they kicked me out of the village, but I'm free. Live the way you like. Master Osiko is with me because I like him. If they try to kick me out, they won't kick me out this time. Against Master Osiko. But we're together. So..."

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Chiyo takes Ayane's hand.

"So is your sister. Okay?

I can't look directly into Chiyo's pure eyes, and Ayane turns away. My eyeballs are getting hot.

"I can't..."

A wave of emotions tries to overflow out of my body, but it was already flowing down my cheek.

Shizuno Rei and Yamada Right-Men. Talk about when these two still meet and the years don't go by.

Six small barrels arranged at equal intervals over the tatami. And out of all its mouths standeth up unto the ceiling like a white lion.

"Mmm..."

I let sweat seep through my forehead and the right guard works roar. The concentration is about to break. Starting to shake up from the barrel, it also appears that the mind is only thinning.

"Don't loosen your consciousness… but don't help… keep it"

Tired of painting in the same room, he told without even looking at the right-guard writer.

Right guard piece to do as I was told. Then the swinging pigeon returns to the straight line again.

I was told in advance that learning witchcraft and other things beyond forty is not the norm. Therefore, the right guard was quite prepared, but the spiciness of his daily training was filled with boulders.

On the other hand, tiredness is just a day of painting. To put it tirelessly, the right guard work is an impossible disciple, but from the right guard work, tiredness is a very good disciple. The Right Guard never felt inferior to this relationship, and on the contrary, I even feel at ease.

"No."

The right guard piece that roars again. A torn horse in front of the right guard flanked across the house.

"No... right. Even though we're still in the early stages... it's hard to move on."

Again, keeping an eye out for the right-guard writer, Tired said and sighed as if he had actually seen how it was going.

"Ultimately, it has to be activated in an instant..."

That's what they said, and the right-hand man felt it was an impenetrable story. I wonder if I can make it that far by fulfilling it, and my resolve shakes.

Immediately afterwards, the anger against himself aroused in the right-guard work.

The realm of mystery I didn't want. realm beyond human intelligence. You can step in there. No, I'm already stepping in. And my time is limited. I can't even afford to be crying.

The realm of mystery sought by the Right Guard. At first I asked Christianity for it, but it was just a Nanban religion, and it didn't fill me up. Where I was about to give up, I met a magician named Shizuno Rei, and instead of teaching me Nanban paintings, I was asked to teach me the basics of witchcraft.

"At the very least... with rejuvenation... if you can get your physical age back to about twenty, you can absorb it."

"That's unacceptable."

The right guard who laughs with his nose at words he has spoken many times. Even his aesthetics, such as manipulating his age, make him relieved. It is also an inner spiral that tiredness maintains its young appearance.

Concentration was completely interrupted, and the right guard piece lost power. The bubble that was standing out of the barrel is misty. A spiritual soul that had materialized in its shape returns to the body that was in the barrel.

Turn your gaze toward the tired. He paints indifferently, as does his phase. Seeing its clear face and glances, the right guard narrows his eyes. Nature and grin spilled. You have a distorted mouth, an inferior grin.

There's no way I don't realize how tired I am that my gaze of desire is pouring down, but I didn't care. I was so focused that I didn't care.

I have unparalleled feelings for myself, and I don't even try to hide it. It's a right-guard work, but tiredness behaves like it's not even on my teeth. I am accustomed to being exposed to such gaze from the wild days, but that in the right guard's work was too blatant and offensive to help. But he was also hesitant to complain about it and kept pretending he didn't care.

(I'll make them all my own. That's the beauty that the eagles were after. It would be a good place if we had the strength and the dawn that did the great work.)

By incorporating it into one of your ambitions, you inspire yourself more.

"Me by all means and you dare to go through the aesthetics..."

Tired squeaks.

"You're closer to thinking...... right? Dead to my master."

In response to that word, the right-guard work reflexively learned feelings similar to remorse. If you die through aesthetics, the right-hand man thinks that's fine. But the wording of his tired mouth, for some reason, became a small thorn and pierced the heart of the right guard.

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