Ventustium
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TL: NaCl ED: Ikea PR: AmadCSK It was currently Sunday, the day that Hayato had made plans to choose and buy a smartphone with Haruki. Himeko, who had commandeered the Kirishima living room TV since sunrise, looked puzzled when she laid eyes on her brother, who was supposed to be heading downtown. “Onii, seriously, a straw hat?” “Huh, I mean, heatstroke and all…” “The abundance of buildings blocks direct sunlight, and you can easily find plenty of air-conditioned…
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TL: NaCl ED: Ikea PR: AmadCSK Having finished Saturday’s breakfast, Hayato found himself being forcibly dragged into the living room by Himeko for a fashion check. “What do you think of this? Isn’t it a bit too childish?” Himeko twirled around in front of the sofa, flipping the hem of her dress. It was sleeveless, had a floral design, and was excessively girly, yet she seemed dissatisfied as she hummed to herself. “Umm, I think it looks fine?” “Geeeez, Onii! Give…
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TL: NaCl ED: Ikea PR: AmadCSK Her school was a 20-minute walk from their apartment. Unlike the countryside of Tsukinose, where the elementary, junior high, and the high school shared an old one-story wooden shack, Himeko’s current junior high was a three-story building made from reinforced concrete. Her uniform was no longer an old-fashioned jumper skirt; it now featured a checkered skirt and a sailor top with the same pattern on its collar. It was Himeko’s favorite uniform by…
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TL: NaCl PR: AmadCSK It was early in the morning. Himeko’s room, adorned with pastel-colored furniture, cute accessories, and cardboard boxes scattered around the floor, served as a fierce battle ground between the Kirishima siblings. “Get up, Himeko, seriously, wake up! It’s already past 8 o’clock!” “Mnn~, cold shabu salad udon…” “I get it, I’ll make it for dinner tonight, so please wake up!!” “Sesame sauce~” “Himeko!” Himeko occasionally…
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TL: NaCl PR: shion During dinner that day… “Onii, I want to go buy ice cream.” “Huh? Don’t we have some already?” Himeko had suddenly brought up such a request. Not understanding what she meant, Hayato casually ignored his sister’s words, twirling pasta around his fork, happily savoring its taste with a satisfied expression. Tonight’s dinner was pasta in ratatouille sauce, starring the tomatoes, eggplants, and zucchinis he had received earlier this…
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TL: NaCl PR: shion One day after school, at the nearest supermarket, Hayato heard a familiar voice. “Ah.” “Y-yo.” His response was awkward, to say the least. And with good reason, as Hayato was in a situation where he didn’t want to be seen in. He was bent over in a corner of the stationery and toy section, diligently searching for something. “…Capsule toys?” “N-no, um, it’s more like… you see…” She had caught him while he was deeply engrossed in…
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TL: NaCl PR: shion The rain was relentless today. The persistent drizzle that had been going on all night casted a gloomy atmosphere. It was rare to find anyone who wanted to go to work or school on a day like this. “Ugh! My hair isn’t cooperating!” Even the Kirishima household espoused protests against the dreary weather in the early morning. Ah, as expected. Hayato, as if treating Himeko’s complaints as white noise, thought to himself as he prepared their packed…
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TL: NaCl PR: shion, Ikea And now, in the present. Hayato stood before a large building in the city, hours away from the mountainous countryside. “It’s massive…” He sighed as he looked at the high school in front of him. Compared to his old, rundown, leaky, one-story wooden structure school in the countryside, the three-story, pristine and white reinforced concrete building in front of him was significantly larger and cleaner, almost making his head spin. In a slight act of…
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TL: NaCl PR: shion “Gaaah! I overslept!” In the early morning, Himeko’s piercing scream, far from the tranquility one might expect at this time of day, echoed throughout the Kirishima household. Hayato, hearing her voice, muttered, “Here we go again…” while flipping eggs skillfully in a rectangular rolled omelet pan. : Pans designed for tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet). He was making rolled omelets with dashi, one of Hayato’s specialties, which paired well with the…
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