Editing Maou na Ore to Fushihime no Yubiwa:Volume 3 Chapter 1

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==Chapter 1: Events of a certain summer==

Having the long, long test period end, the students at Seiran Academy welcomed the summer holidays.

High school sophomores & summer holidays.

Has there ever been another more exciting combination?

My classmate Youhei said so. Something like that this is the season when chances are the highest for boys and girls in their teens to have their first experience.

Now that he said it, I have to agree.

Currently, we are high school sophomores.

Next year we’ll end in the front lines preparing for the entrance exams.

Come to that… There’s no way we’ll have time for something like romance.

For this reason… Isn’t being a high school sophomore a chance in several ways?

So that our hearts when preparing for the exams, like a last-minute proposal for rising taxes, get set free.

Life is short.

Us male high school students cannot but dearly treasure this one last chance given by the gods.

That’s why…



“How can it be…”



Though one week has passed since the start of summer vacation, honestly, until now, I’ve only spent unproductive time alone at home.

… That’s natural.

My lodger Zonmi is weak against heat, so she absolutely can’t go out.

My best friend Youhei, having disturbed the firework show at the recent summer festival, has been put into house arrest by the school.

Having had both my two top choices of people to hang out with shut off, I can’t help but be dragged into the lifestyle of a NEET.

“… Well, what do I do today?”

Since no matter how much I worry there’s no way out, let’s totally change my mindset.

While sprawled over my bed, when I stretched my limbs with a ‘mmm’, an idea flashed through my mind.

Ring.

Before my eyes I have my second Contract Ring I got just the other day shining with a silvery color.

Some days ago, after Zonmi the ghoul, I sealed a contract with Kyouko the Nephilim.

Why don’t I try it?… Summon.

Come the time I have to use her as a battle partner, though I’ve seen it a couple of times, I’ve never experienced it myself. Monster tamers have the possibility to call forth their contracted partner any time they like.

Yosh, it’s decided. Let’s summon her.

I-it’s not like I’ll call Kyouko to have someone to talk with to kill the excess free time… Now that I think of it, do I have any other choice?

Better safe than sorry.

That said, since it can be that things don’t go smoothly when I have to use it, I must practice now that I have the time.



“Summon—Nephilim.”



Readying myself, I loudly shouted towards the ring.

Thereupon, the ring emitted a dazzling light that covered the inside of the room.

Ooh… It seems it worked somehow.

Soon, from inside the light emerged a familiar silhouette.

“…”

“…”

Suddenly.

An uncomfortable silence settled on the surroundings, as if time had stopped.

No wonder I became as stiff as if I had been put under a stone spell<ref>A magic spell that turns the one is casted on into a statue.</ref>.

The summoned Kyouko, seemingly being completely immersed in her personal time, was in a state where she wore nothing but her undies.

… Could she have been reading on top of her bed?

On Kyouko’s hands were the opened pages of a fashion magazine.

Engrossed in reading the magazine, she was lying face down sucking on a popsicle… In a word, defenseless.

Humm. I didn’t know.

Kyouko follows such a loose lifestyle while at home…

I’ll never admit it to the person herself, but above her underwear a peek of her cute butt crack was showing itself.



“… Ah, ah, ah.”



Crying without making a sound as if saying “it’s the end of the world”, Kyouko’s face paled.

Soon, her embarrassment rushing to its peak, her face becoming bright red,



“Do-dododo… Don’t look at me, morooooooon!”



She gathered her strength and hit me.

At full force.

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I think that was perhaps not at full force.

“Guoh!?”

Taking Kyouko’s fist head on, my body was sent through the wall with a dreadful sound.

As if I had turned into a human drill, *BROOOM*, I ended up digging through the concrete and sent flying outside the house—.

In the end, I intruded into the neighboring house’s yard.

Ueh… I’ve pierced it.

The repairing fee of the wall, it’ll be quite high.

It’s sad that my first worry was that instead of my own body.



“Grrr… Woof! Woof! Woof!”



The neighbor’s shiba inu<ref>A Japanese traditional spitz dog breed, small in size. One of the world’s oldest dog breeds.</ref> raged against the suspicious person (me), but despite the determination put into its barking, deep inside its eyes a tinge of fear could be seen.

“This condition… Is it normal?…”

Rolling up my t-shirt to see the state of my injuries, my skin had become reddish brown and was constantly swelling and shrinking.

The red-colored cells healed themselves in the blink of an eye, and the broken bones connected back.

A monster tamer able to change its body into that of a monster.

Noelle North Norm.

I superimposed my own body’s condition to that of the monster tamer I fought against a few days ago.

I’ve had an omen from a while back.

My body is little by little drifting away from that of a human.

So, I’m vaguely worried.

The realization that my body’s wounds have been automatically healing themselves with the cells of a monster, I got it since after the end of the battle against the Black Tamers the other day.

Do all the ones known as monster tamers hold this kind of monstrous power?

While grateful for this, that to the eye of a passerby seems like a miracle, I felt uneasy before the gradual changes in my body. 



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“I-I’m truly sorry!…”

Returning to my room, I frantically apologized to the dumbfounded Kyouko.

Due to suddenly calling her forth, she’ll probably be troubled since she has nothing to put on.

Since, enveloped by the bed sheets and with teary eyes as if she was about to cry, Kyouko was quite pitiful, I took a sweatshirt from inside my drawers and put it before her.

Directing my sight to the hole I cleanly made on the wall, I waited like that for Kyouko to change.

“… No. That’s fine. Let’s both forget what has happened today.”

Though it was without ill will, I’ve witnessed Kyouko’s such… Unladylike appearance.

I thought about asking her to reimburse me the wall’s repairing fees, but… I gave up.

Having Kyouko grown up in a household that couldn’t be said thriving even as flattery is cruelty (being in her undies instead of turning the air conditioner on seems to have been for the sake of saving).

For that reason, it’s good we had signed a damage insurance.

It may be an inconvenience for the insurance company, but from now on we’ll be under their care for a while.

“Kyouko… Have you finished?”

“… Yup. I’m good.”

Turning back, I saw my childhood friend dressed in big sweater the size of regular nightclothes.

“Sorry for having to borrow it. Tomorrow without fail… I’ll wash and return it!”

“…Y-yeah.”

What’s with this… The sight of a woman in oversized clothes is bewitchingly tempting.

And being familiar with the clothes, the destruction power reinforced with the lewdness was doubled.



“Good grief… How shameless.”



While I was transfixed looking at Kyouko, Zonmi, who had rushed to see what was with the sound of the breaking wall, mumbled with her arms crossed before her.

“Let’s cut to the chase, Nephilim. What are you doing here?”

“? Why does it matter?”

“It’s decided… Each and every time,  at every opportunity, you show your u-u-u-underwear to my master!”

“A-are you joking? I-it’s not that I like to sho…”

Kyouko started rebutting with her face flushing, but Zonmi wasn’t satisfied yet.

“… No. It has not been once or twice, yours exceeds the level of coincidence.”

“Even so… Those coincidences keep…”

“… I see. You keep saying you have no wicked intentions? It’s crystal clear you want to snatch away my master. You’re filthy!”

“…!”

“H-hey.”

That was obviously excessive.

True, recently, I feel that I’ve seen Kyouko’s panties with a frequency that makes me want to rebuke “Has someone messed with the random number fix<ref>Reference to the several ways in games you can affect random events to get a certain desired outcome (fixing a lottery, chose the level up stat improvement, getting a rare object). They are very popular on the later versions of Pokémon, that the author likes, and  usually involve tampering with your game console internal clock or having a team with certain Pokémon in set  positions.</ref>?”… But still, that’s no reason to call her “filthy”.

“… W-what. Rather that would be you…”

Kyouko, who was silently hanging her head in shame, shot her a glare and countered.

From a while now, it seems you’ve been trying to emphasize ‘my master, my master’, but isn't it now that you aren’t Haru’s only partner?”

“…!”

Zonmi pursed her lips as if thinking about something.

“… You’ve been putting airs of being the only legal wife. Since up till now it seemed you could monopolize Haru… It’s obvious you’re panicking!”

“Whawhawha. I don’t intend that… What’s your basis to say that nonsense!?”

“If you have the time to falsely accuse people of weird things, wouldn’t it be better to convey things with sincerity?”

“… To whom, what do I have to convey?”

“Come on, it’s vexing you that that I took Haru’s first summon. You’re just jealous.”

“… Fufufu. Those words, I’ll take them as a war declaration. Come out, Nephilim. In the first place, as a rookie tamer, Chiharu is in no need for two partners.

Who’s really the most suited partner for Chiharu? Well, usually…”

When Zonmi was in mid-sentence, the next instant.


“It’s terrible, it’s terrible, it’s terrible! Are you a pervert, pervert,<!--She says "taihen" thrice and "hentai" twice; hence, three "it's terrible" and two "pervet". --> oniichan!?"<ref>A pun. “It’s terrible” it’s “taihen”, while “pervert” is, as you should know, “hentai”.</ref>”



<nowiki>*THUD</nowiki>*, the sound of the door being closed with force.

Manami, who had went to a summertime cram school, has arrived home.

Wow. It’s a godsend.

Since, for good or for bad, this sister of mine has the power to give a whole turn to the mood inside a room.

If these two keep bickering like up till now, she may get hold of the matter of the hole opened in the wall.

Be that as it may.

Now, by all means, it’s better that I don’t let that comment slide … 


“? But I’m not a pervert, am I?”



The moment I voiced the issue, the atmosphere in the room froze.

“…”

“…”

Hey. Why have you become speechless?

How do I put it, how come that, for some reason, Kyouko and Zonmi casted a glance at me when the response from Manami “No, aren’t you a pervert?” came. I don’t want to hear that coming from you.

“And… Never mind, isn’t it terrible, oniichan!?”

“What’s the matter? You’ve lost your grip.”

“Don’t mind it, read this!”

“Mm. What the heck…?”

From nowhere, Manami produced a single letter.

Eerrrm. The name of the sender was…

“… The heck. I can’t be… Could it be this is a prank of yours?”

Grumping because I didn’t believe her, my sister, puffing her cheeks,

“No way! Look well! Isn’t that mom’s genuine handwriting?”

“… Well, surely.”

If it’s Manami, it’s possible that she has tried once or twice to imitate the handwriting, but I felt that this is too intricate to be just a prank.

“Chiharu’s mother? Now that you mention it, I’ve yet to meet her face to face.”

“… When I think about the day coming that that happens, I get a headache.” <!--The meaning should be something like "When I think about the day Zonmi meets my mom face to face, it's so problematic my head hurts with only the thought." -->

“It can’t be… From Kanae-san!? That woman was still alive…”

“… Could you stop randomly killing off other people’s mothers?”

Even so, there’s a bit of inevitability in her thinking like that.

Kusumi Kanae.

The subject that was risen just now, she’s my mother who flies around the world due to her work.

Her character… The heck, couldn’t it be summed up as a freewheeler?

If one were to say how much of a freewheeler she is, she’s of a level that would make the Mongol nomadic tribes run away barefoot<ref>Very vicious warrior tribes of the past that conquered and pillaged and usually went on horse. The best known of the is Genghis Khan.</ref>.

To tell the truth, even when we were kids, we had no other way to tell of the existence of our mother but the monthly transfer of our living expenses.



“Then, then, what has she written, oniichan!?”



Manami asked with sparkling eyes.

Despite being more glad than anyone for receiving a letter from mom, and falling on me the right to open the envelope, it seems that, unexpectedly, even my sister has her cute side.



<b>Dear Chiharu & Manami.



Are you all right?

Mom is worried.

Especially for Chiharu, to whom, despite shouldering with the household responsibilities, recently I haven’t done for him any mother-like gestures.

So mom has been thinking.

Please have a blast with all your might from time to time.

I’ve put inside a ticket to a luxury liner cruising tour.

Chiharu, please go with the children you’ve chosen as the most dear to you.



Kanae.</b>



“Yaaaay! A trip with oniichan! It’s a honeymoon for only the two of uuuus!”

Manami twined herself around my body with the strength of a see anemone feeding on its prey.

“… No. Look better, Manami. With this A-class ticket, it seems that with one, up to five people can join.”

I mentioned what I had realized, peacefully ignoring my sister’s eccentric behavior.

Then, the monster girl combo’s bodies reacted with a twitch.

“Me too, me too! If it’s as you say, I want to go too!”

“… Good grief. There’s no way around. Since, as well as to protect my master, it’s my duty as your partner.”

“Wait a minute, isn’t it weird!? Why has the mood become as if everyone is going!? Isn’t it properly written? HE•RE, isn’t this a ticket that mom has sent so Manami and her brother can be all lovey-dovey as siblings, without interferences?”

“Just where is something like that written!?”

“Ahem. Between the lines, of course!”

“…”

For some reason, Manami made her declaration with a bit of a triumphing face.

… The reason, no one but you gets it.

“But, thinking normally about it, since the ticket covers for five people’s share, doesn’t mom intend for us all to go together?”

“Isn’t it? With this, hasn’t mom done it out of concern so  that Manami and oniichan can go three times?”

“Let’s say we could split it in three times, isn’t one person’s share on the last trip not covered?…”



“Chicchichi. On the contrary, if oniichan and Manami board the boat joined by the genitals…”



“…”

He-hey.

That may be a prison direct trip tour.

I *AHEM* cleared my throat and started anew,

“Then, as Zonmi, Kyouko, and Manami will come, what do we do about the remaining person?”

“Errrm. Since it’s these members, wouldn’t it be proper that the left over share went to that red dragon kid?”

Against my inquiry, Kyouko calmly reacted.

“It ended up coming to that…”

“? Do you have any objection?”

“… It’s nothing. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Though Iris is certainly a cherished comrade, I can’t picture her coming on a trip with all of us.

For starters, as I know neither where she lives nor what she usually does, would we be able to get along well?

Despite embracing that uneasiness, I didn’t found any good reason to oppose it.

In the end, we entrusted Manami to make an appointment with Iris to do a single rehearsal and, like that, we parted. 

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Some days later.

The day we all had decided as suitable, us five, me, Zonmi, Kyouko, Iris, and Manami, turned up at Yokohama’s harbor.

… Surprisingly, I feel that up till now we had never gathered these members to go somewhere. At the summer festival, Kyouko didn’t come at first.

The feeling of see breeze brought by the wind was pleasant.

It would be the best if there was here a young lady clad in a swimsuit, but regrettably, there was no one apart from us, just some old guys with fishing rods who seemed to be looking afar.

“This is weird. Chiharu, is this the correct place?”

“Yeah. According to the map, there’s no doubt, but…”

“For now, let’s try waiting a bit more. If even then people don’t turn up, we better phone to ask.”

“So it seems.”

Accepting Kyouko’s suggestion, we seated on a nearby bench and watched the situation for a bit.

After a few minutes wait.

Like before, no other passengers but us showed up, but instead, a single car parked at the harbor.

I don’t know much about cars, but I realized.

That car with a lacquered surface and tinted windows, unless I become a yakuza<ref>Name given to Japanese crime syndicates.</ref> or a performer, it’s a luxury item that there’s no way I can afford.

The sliding door opened.

What kind of person could be riding inside?

… Surely, it can be none other but a guy with a V-shaped scar that works in a freelance occupation that starts with ‘ya’<ref>And follows with ‘kuza’.</ref>.

However.

That prediction of mine seemed to be off by large.

The one who showed up from inside was a young… Lady dressed in a maid outfit.



“Chiharu…!? Be careful… That woman…” 

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