Chapter 112: 112 97 words 何も言わなくても……

the 16th of December. The silver world where you can't see the ground at all, even though it's covered with an ice pick.

Who wanted to build a world like this?

"Wow! You can walk on the snow!"

"...doesn'

Loretta is in great frenzy, wearing shoes made by everyone. Magda is walking step by step on the snow.

"That's great, Mr. Jiro. It's magical that you can't get your feet caught in the snow."

Jeanette is shining in her eyes. But I can't believe such an ancient tradition is called magic. People north of the northern Kanto region must be surprised.

"It's like walking on a cloud."

Jeanette walks tight, tight, stepping on the ground. He seems to be light-footed, perhaps.

"Sleeve!"

`Hull!'

"You're a copycat of Kasa Jizo!"

My younger brothers are pulling sleds with ingredients on them.

Even if you can't use a wheeled cart, you can still use a sled. Is there anything more useful for transporting on the snow?

Is the story of Kasa Jizo spreading?

"... It's cold. Hold me, Jiro."

"Don't be silly on the snow,"

"...very serious."

"...do a little more good,"

I'm not the type to be as confident in my physical strength as you are.

They seem to hate the cold, and Magda is much quieter. I'm somewhat interested in it, but I'm not going to get carried away. The three of my younger brothers are working together to pull the sled.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! The snow is not to be feared."That's it!"

That's why Loretta is so excited.

"You can help me a little, too!"

"What!"

A fist-sized snowball hits Loretta in the face.

Well, my shoulders are still strong, aren't they? As expected, he is the record holder of the handball throwing class.

"Oh my gosh! You did it, brother!"

Loretta begins to make an oversized snowball with her eyes shining brightly.

But next to me is Jeanette, a pronoun for "don't smell." If I like it, Jeanette will certainly be the victim of snowballs.

"... If you hit Jeanette, don't eat."

"What!"

a loretta for removing snowballs Oh, what a shame...The snowballs snapped into small chunks.

"But when I go home, I'll be revenge!"

"Oh, when I get home,"

There are no guests coming anyway. Let's have a snowball fight.

I approached the front of the field, but of course the mahmat didn't come out.

I don't think it's possible to work in the fields in this snow.

I jumped down on the clear snow in the field and wrote 'Mormat's Baka' in my footprints.

"... Now, Mr. Jiro,"

When I returned to the road, I was admonished by Jeanette, who looked troubled.

Well, that's all right. That's all right, isn't it?

"You won't find out if I wrote it anyway."

"No, I think you'll find out in Sokko."

Loretta says confidently. What? Are you familiar with the ecology of MOMAT? Are you Dr. MOMAT?　

Suddenly I saw magda clinging to Loretta.

My ears are falling flat and I'm depressed.

"Magda".

"………………………"

The answer is minimal. It seems to be quite painful.

"When I get to church, I'll make you a good one." Hang in there a little more."

`...wow,'

I'll warm up your dead ears with my hands.

It's hard to have cold ears, isn't it?

If your ears are cold, you're going to have a pain in your bite.

"Mr. Jiro, what was that 'good thing' that you had just prepared?"

"Huh? Oh, my God. I think the church kids will love it.

Just as I thought it would take time to make kanjiki and sled, my brother and Loretta were quick to grasp and throw a ball.

That's why I set about preparing the 'good stuff' in my spare time.

I steamed sticky rice and boiled red beans.

"If you boil it again, it will be made into oshiruko."

"Is oshiruko... the soup?"

"Soup... is it soup?"

What's wrong with the position of oshiruko.

It's in the vending machine, so I can't say 'drink' or 'soup' if I say 'soup'... but neither of them fits well.

Oshiruko is, after all, 'oshiruko.' It's nothing more or Nothing less.

Come to think of it, Percy brought a lot of sugar to play in the river yesterday. ...maybe this is a bribe. ... I feel like I'm trying to get along with the nefarious... well, I don't know because I haven't been told.

That's why we're all set for that reason.

Rice cakes have become as simple as mashed rice cakes without any time to eat, but... well, they're no different in taste.

I hope Magda will get well with this... what!?

"Magda!"Suddenly magda fell into the snow.

with a bang forward

"What's wrong? Is it the limit?"

I woke Magda up in a hurry and found her trembling.

Isn't this not good?

"...what?"

"Flower?"

Magda says in a trembling voice.

What? What are you trying to say?

"...I want you to put your nose up."

"What about .........?"

"...I want you to..."

Nose, cap?

"...should I cap my nose?"

"………………."

"………………It stinks?"

"...I don't mind,"

No, I'm rinsing my mouth for toothpaste or something like that, but... really?

"... Jillo..."

He looks up at me with his usual expressionless eyes.

My grip on my clothes gives me strength... but it's as weak as I could ever imagine from Magda.

He's asking me to I'm sure there's something meaningful.

More than anything, I don't think I'll play around in this situation.........

"Okay, then... Here we go."

「…………」

He just let out a gasp.

I feel like I'm about to fall asleep... in a sleep that just doesn't seem to wake me up."

I feel a chill in my spine for a moment in spite of bad imagination.

I don't know what it means to blow your nose. I don't know, but...

"………………Cap"

I bit Magda gently on the little nose.

I was a little nervous as if I were kissing, but my partner is Magda. If you touch your lips by mistake, you can say it's safe because you're a child.

Now, I blew my nose. -- what will happen now?

--and

Magda's body vibrated with a shudder.

It's that super-fast vibration that humans can't imitate, like a dog splashing water after getting wet.

Oh, what?　

Was it that bad, my mouth!?

"...mommy,"

"...what?"

Magda is clinging to me tightly.

He buries his face into my chest and rubs his head against my chest.

The strength is back in Magda's arms.

"...what?"

It makes a little noise and stops moving.........

"………………………"

All of a sudden, my ears twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch again.

My ears are pointing toward me.

"... Magda?"

"... Wait a minute...."

He pressed his face against my chest and wriggled.

He's restless, hectic, rubbing his head against it.

"...I'm ashamed of myself... ...to be spoiled by my parents."

Apparently, I'm embarrassed.

...and mommy's parents...

"... Magda, I'm an adult now."

"You're still underage, so you're safe."

Apparently, the extreme cold had put the mind at bay.

I may have felt lonely.

Magda's arm has firm strength after a nose cap.

Maybe the snout cap for the Magdas and the Torahs is part of a parent's expression of affection for their children. So they rub their heads against each other and rub soft places. As Magda is doing to me now.

"... ...when you grow up, this is not going to happen."

I'm afraid this spoiled mode is embarrassing, Magda-like.

I feel like you're being rather spoiled, but... is it your first time rubbing your head against me or rubbing my stomach against me? ...I don't think it's going to stop.

"...but now I'm underage..."

"Yes, yes. I see."

"...it's Jiro."

"Yes, yes,"

".........thank you."

"Yes,"

This may also be a bad memory of snow.

It seems that when a trauma comes back to life, it can suddenly faint or fall down.

Well, I'm not going to pursue it, but I'll keep it in mind.

And if he's behaving strangely, I'll let him be spoiled like this.

I'm sure there's something absolutely lacking in this guy.

If that's the case, he'll be... laughing like crazy someday. I'd like to take a look at it.

"Mr. Jiro,"

Jeanette approaches me from behind.

It must have been out of consideration for Magda that he didn't come from behind. I'm sure Magda is on high alert now.

"Do you think you're all right?"

"Oh, my arms are getting stronger and my face is getting better."

My temperature is rising, perhaps heartlessly.

"It's all right now, Magda?"

`... well... Five minutes left."

"Yes, yes,""Well, I'll go to church first and make a fire," so that I can eat something warm right away."

"Well, thank you very much."

"Yes,"

Jeanette slowly returned to her younger brothers and headed for church first.

"Are you all right, Magdachy?"

"...I don't mind. I'll be back in seven minutes."

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"It's a two-minute extension, isn't it?

Loretta tries to peep into Magda's face, but Magda stubbornly refuses.

Every time Loretta moves, Magda's face presses against my chest. It hurts a little, so I'd like you to stop.

`If you like, I'll blow my nose for you, too.

"…………But………………"

"Don't hesitate!"

"...because it stinks."

"It doesn't smell!"

Loretta is shocked by Magda's acrimonious remarks.

It will be all right now that you can tell jokes like this.

"Loretta, go ahead and heat up the soup. How to make it...

I tell Loretta how to make shiruko, when it boils, the amount of sugar, etc.

I don't think I'll be able to memorize this.

"If you look at the conversation record, you won't fail."

"All right! I'll leave it to you!"

Loretta is proud of herself. It's a regular bulge.

With a conversation record, it's easy to communicate recipes.

I'm sure they'll get it right with a fool's Loretta.

"Then your brothers will come early!"

"Hey. Oh, and Loretta."

"Why?"

"Don't fall? Don't fall 'absolutely'?"

"Don't pretend like that! You won't fall down!"

After a moment of hesitation over whether to fall, Loretta eventually ran to church.

"... now,"

I put my hand on Magda's head.

"I'm the only one,"

".........yes,"

Well, how can I help you? It's a rare thing to do.

Well, life is a lot of stuff...

My heart is warm and I'm cold now.

That's why I was the only one who noticed it.

in Magda's situation

Magda, who looked up, was crying.

You look expressionless even at times like this.

"... strange?"

"No, I was afraid of riding a car for a while, too."

"... Kuruma?"

"It's like a carriage," I've had an accident with him."

"...are you afraid of the carriage?"

"I don't mind at all now. I've overcome it a long time immemorial. That's why..."

At this time, I had in my head a picture of a kitten singing "mi-mi" all alone on a snowy night.

It must have been cold. Come here and warm up.

"You don't have to hurry, you don't have to hurry." So you don't have to worry."

「…………」

"Everything will eventually be a thing of the past. Then you'll be better than I expected."

"...when you grow up...?"

"No, it's not my age."

to think that the troublesome things of being traumatized and entangled are of no consequence."

"Perhaps when I found my place,"

"...where...."

"It's a cold night. It's warm when you go home. If you have a place to go home, you can be strong."

"………………."

"Yes,"

".........yes,"

"Yes,"

"……………………………………………"

I don't know what happened in Magda's past. I don't want to hear it, maybe I'll never know it. But that's all right.

Even if I don't know how his past was, I know his present.

I'll be able to see him together in the future.

That's enough.

`... well,'

With a puffy cheeks, Magda buries her face again into my chest.

be hugged tightly and with all one's

"... palmro is sometimes cool... ...so sloppy."

"Right? I'm aiming for it, actually. That's why I'm directing the playful Jiro every day."

"……...that's not it." That's not true."

Hey! I don't care.Do as you wish to do as you wish.

just one

"If you are in trouble, turn to me."

"... yes."

Magda's body warms up a little by little.

It must have been safe. It's a warm body temperature peculiar to children.

We sat there for a while and were exposed to the wind that was too cold.

It was cold enough to be a joke, but... I thought I'd do this until Magda calmed down.

"Ah, Mr. Jiro. Mr. Magda!"

When we arrived at the church, the boys ate already and hated it.

early in life

...no, I was out for half an hour after all, so I can't help it.

"It was cold, right? Have some hot soup".

"Thank you".

"...thank you,"

"... Ah... Mr. Magda." Please look forward to the soup that Mr. Jiro brought."

Jeanette reacted faintly to Magda's face.

You must have noticed the traces of tears.

She then speaks gently to Magda with her usual smile.

I think he's a really nice guy because he's got this kind of attention.

"Oppa! Please taste it!"

"Oh, you made it according to the recipe, didn't you?

"It's perfect! The manager did it all! I just stirred it!"

and how could he look so proud?"

Following Loretta into the kitchen, you'll find steam rising from a big pots.

And there was a sweet scent of red beans.

On top of the kitchen workbench is a batch of coarsely ground glutinous rice called 'Nachatte Shiratama.' "What kind of mochi" fits better?

take a sip of the silky, smooth soup

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . average!

It's just plain soup.

"As expected, Loretta was stirring about." It's quite normal."

"It doesn't matter!? It's the manager who's seasoning it says.

"It's delicious. It's good."

"Hehe...."

This guy may have wanted to do something for Magda.

My best friend at Yodamari-tei is Magda.

"Then, after the meal, I'll have this for dessert..."

`````` `It was `a good-bye!''

Before I finished, I heard the children in the lounge, and then the loudest of Bertina.

...quick, finish eating.

"Mr. Jiro... Mr. Sister... I don't think you'll be able to wait?"

"...so you hurried to eat?"

Don't be a grown man like Bertina in the future. No, seriously.

`Well, let's give it to him!'

"'Wow!'"

"What about the Sister!"

When I raised my voice, there was a cry of joy.

with the exception of about one sister

"Ginnett, Loretta," Help me."

"Yes,"

"Yes!"

There was someone pulling at the hem of my clothes as I tried to arrange the soup.

It's magda.

"...and Magda,"

"Can you?"

"...a stupid question."

I wonder if it's a stupid question... Then let's see if it's completely revived.

"All right! Then it's a mission! Hand out soup to the kids so they won't be taken away by Bertina!"

"Yes,"

"Yes,"

"...all right,"

Members of Yodamari-tei leave the kitchen with their bowls of oshiruko.

Just as he left, Jeanette was caught by Bertina and robbed of her soup, but the mission failed.

"Delicious!"

"Oh, my!"

"Oh!"

"Potty!"

"Sweet revolutionary boy!"

Ah, Hammaro is going to eat too.

As far as the eye can see, the soup stock seems to be booming.

Maybe I'll give it a real rice cake making at church next time. You know... Jeanette bought a lot of soybeans, so you can make soybean flour. There you go! The rice cake‐making contest is almost unofficially decided.

"... Jillo,"

"Oh, Magda,"

Both the kids and the members of Yodamari-tei are smirking at the soup.

They seem to be eating magda, and their cheeks are glowing with pale pink.

"Is it delicious?"

"...Yes. The sweetness of palmro."

"What is my sweetness?"

"... that sweetness will kill you someday...""It's too sweet, and I'm not saying anything terrible,"

It seemed to me that he had come all the way to tell me that I was well enough to tell a joke.

When I put my hand on my head, my ears, which were sleeping flat outside, push back my palm with a slight resistance. It's fluffy.

"I'll enjoy it as much as I can, snow,"

"...I will,"

in a positive way

Magda's eyes seemed firmly forward.

"...I'll do my best to participate in snowball fights."

"Is "Red Moya" prohibited?"

"…that abbreviation is rude." It's a historical Torah..."

"It's getting cold,"

"…………………………."

It rained... but the heavy snow probably helped Magda grow up again.

His profile, sipping deliciously at the soup, looked a little more mature than yesterday.

...but it may be just my imagination.

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