The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 22

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In her mind, she just assumed Chihori was the older sister who helped Junpei deal with some bullies (since he came home covered in mud earlier).

The three of them introduced themselves, got to know each other, and enjoyed a happy lunch together. Nagi playfully asked, "How's life on Earth? Don't you miss home?"

Chihori: "It's pretty good. Earth is my home."

Nagi laughed. "You could try spreading some of your alien culture around."

Chihori: "Alright, I'll work on it!"

System: [This is really alien culture being spread everywhere!]

They had a pleasant lunch together.

After the meal, Nagi went to wash the dishes in the kitchen, while Junpei, full of anticipation, nervously muttered, "Superwoman Sister... can I become as strong as you?"

He lifted his head, bit his lip, then said firmly, "I want to become the heir of the light!—That way I can protect myself, my friends, and my mom, and beat up the people I don't like."

The little boy clutched the corner of his shirt, his gaze flashing with a still immature but sharp intensity.

Chihori ruffled his hair. "Having the ability to use violence and actually using it are two different things."

Junpei, still just a small child, looked confused for a few seconds before he understood. "...If they don't mess with me, I won't go bullying them. But if they bully me..."

"Then, of course, it's self-defense. Punch the heck out of them." Chihori gave him a thumbs-up.

Junpei: "Got it!"

Chihori patted his shoulder. "Nice! I can tell you've got the right build. You're definitely a good candidate for the heir of light!"

"Really?" Junpei's eyes lit up, then he clenched his fist firmly. "What do I need to do to better inherit the will of light?"

"Train your body, learn some martial arts, raise your mental threshold." Chihori nodded. "When you're old enough, I—Crazy Dave, that is—will descend again and tell you all the amazing secrets and techniques of the light plants."

Spreading plants throughout the jujutsu world to form a plant-based defense against cursed spirits started with training the right successor!

"Light plants... so amazing." Junpei's expression was full of expectation, but then he paused. "But... who's Crazy Dave?"

Chihori: "That doesn't matter! Anyway, are you ready?"

Junpei's voice was still childish, "I'll do my best...!"

"Great, you've got spirit!"

The big and little duo high-fived, their smiles bright and warm as they looked at each other.

System: [...Feels like little Junpei Yoshino's entered a new mode or something!]

Junpei added, "By the way, Superwoman Sister, should we come up with a special code word? In case we don't recognize each other when we're older, we could use the code word to reconnect."

"Oh, that's a good idea." Chihori tapped her chin.

People's appearances change as they grow, so having a code word would definitely be a great way to confirm their identities.

"What should the code word be?" Junpei tilted his head.

Chihori looked out the window. It was still the transition from spring to summer, not quite the peak of summer, but everything was already stretching toward life and vitality.

In her mind, it felt like the classic background noise of that season was playing—loud but essential, clean and distant.

Chihori smiled and slowly said, "Let's make it... the sound of cicadas."

Cicadas—associated with vibrant summer, hidden but loud.

"Alright!" Junpei Yoshino blinked, then looked confused. "But... how do you pronounce that? I'm not really sure."

"I'll give it a try." Chihori cleared her throat and imitated the sound fluidly. "—Zzz-ér-wā!"

Junpei tried to mimic, "...Zii-er-aa?"

"It's [Zzz-ér-wā]!"

"Zzz-ér-wā...?"

"Yes, that's it!" Chihori praised him. "You've got talent, Junpei!"

Flattered, Junpei's cheeks turned slightly red as he smiled shyly. "Actually, I'm still not that good at it..."

Chihori took Junpei's hand and encouraged him. "It's okay, try again."

"Zzz-ér-wā?"

"Zzz-zzz-ér-wā!"

"Wā-ér-zzz-wā!"

System (breaking down): [...What are you guys doing?! Why did you choose this kind of code word?!]

—Please, stop making strange noises! Even if an alien came, they'd be like, "This culture is way too advanced, I'm bowing down!"

A less-than-a-day trip to Kawasaki, Kanagawa Prefecture, turned out to be quite an eventful experience.

Back at the Tokyo casino, Chihori and Toji quickly wrapped up that can't-miss underground gambling match, and before they knew it, it was already 10 PM.

A short distance away from the underground casino, Chihori took off her pumpkin-shaped headgear. Since she was underage, she usually wore it to get into places like this without issues. Now that she was out, her face lit up with excitement.

"Nice, made some extra pocket money again tonight." She put away the pumpkin headgear as the night breeze lifted her silver hair.

Toji didn't question the sudden disappearance of the pumpkin headgear. He just assumed it was some kind of special cursed tool—personal stuff, none of his business to pry into.

Glancing at Chihori, who was practically skipping along, he casually asked, "Satisfied with that factory?"

Chihori instantly got what he meant and nodded. "Yeah, pretty happy with it. I'll go with this strawberry milk factory!"

"Alright," Toji said. "We'll need more funds for this."

"No problem," Chihori nodded. "Once I finalize the best formula for the strawberry milk, we can move forward with production."

"You're pretty motivated, huh?" Toji gave her a lazy side-eye and threw in a comment that was hard to read. "Starting a business at this age."

"I've got health issues. I need regular checkups, so I can't go to school like normal kids," Chihori explained. "But people need dreams, and I need something to do."

Health issues... yeah, that checked out. Even though this girl had absurd combat abilities, Toji could tell just by looking at her that she had the frailty of someone who was sick most of the time.

As they turned the corner, the silver-haired girl blinked and asked, "By the way, Toji-san, are you interested in being the brand ambassador? Or maybe your kid?"

"...Brand ambassador? For strawberry milk?" Toji's expression twisted—his left eye screamed no way, and his right eye spelled out not happening.

Then Chihori added, "Money isn't an issue."

Toji: "I'll think about it."

[System: HEY!!]

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