Ventustium
Stories
7
Chapters
259
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575.7 K
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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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TL: NaCl PR: shion The Kirishima family had just moved recently. They had already unpacked essential items such as tableware, summer clothes, stationery, and textbooks, but there were still many boxes left unopened. In Hayato’s room, several cardboard boxes still remained and formed a small mountain. “Well, time to get to work.” After coming home from school, Hayato quickly changed his clothes and immersed himself in the task of unpacking and sorting. He knew he’d be occupied with…
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TL: NaCl PR: shion Hayato, who had just transferred, still had many things he wasn’t used to. Unlike in Tsukinose’s countryside, he passed by no tractors on the way to school, nor did any deer or wild boars enter into the schoolyard. Even the fact that the classrooms were full was something he needed to get accustomed to. This was also true for physical education class. “The ball went that way!” “No way, can you make it in time from there!?” “You’re always so easy to…
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After Shizuku-chan’s mysterious team introduction, we parted ways with her and began practicing baton passes. The practice routine was led and planned by Saki, who had experience in track and field. To start with, we lined up in a single file at short intervals and repeatedly passed the baton in rhythm. The goal was to get our bodies used to the underhand pass motion. After completing the full routine and taking a short break, I watched Shizuku-chan and her group practice. She happened to be…-
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