I really don't want to be reborn.

Summer vacation is over.

September has passed for some time now. Although the stubborn summer atmosphere still lingers during the day, from a personal perspective, it has actually reached the season of cool breezes.

It seems that along with the drop in temperature, the students' enthusiasm has also decreased, and there haven't been any major changes in their daily lives.

Kyosuke Kosaka's day was just like that, uneventful. At noon, he would go to the deserted literature club room to eat his mother's bento quietly, then rest for a while before starting his afternoon studies.

After four o'clock, his club activities consisted of him writing and drawing alone in the department room, which was quiet and leisurely. He would go home in the evening to discipline his younger sister. His life was peaceful and happy, but he was not satisfied.

How can we be satisfied when one person is missing?

The sound of a pen slicing across paper filled the room, followed by the rattling of the window frame as a stronger wind than during a summer downpour blew through Chiba.

Kyosuke Kousaka, who was drawing, pressed down on the paper that was being turned over by the wind, focusing his gaze on the lines on the paper. Those lines outlined a figure that was not very clear, only the outline, without any details.

From September to the exam in January next year, it's about 120 days. He plans to draw one stroke every day, for a total of 120 strokes. By the time that guy comes back, it will be almost finished.

The wind wasn't as docile as usual today. The curtains in the office, which hadn't been washed in a long time, fluttered in the wind, and the pages of the book I was reading were all messed up.

He slowly pressed down the drawing, then got up to close the window. The curtains were already fluttering like the skirts of cute girls on the field, quite flamboyant.

Kyosuke stood by the window, wanting to experience the cool breeze of "the willow breeze that is not cold on the face," but unfortunately, the September wind carried a lot of impurities, and hitting his face felt like being hit with a face full of light sand.

The air was damp and cool, and the vice minister of the literature department became like a vegetable left to fall into the field after the harvest.

"A typhoon is coming."

Returning from school to his rented place after several months, Kyosuke Kosaka faced the wind and felt that this season was terrible; the flowers were not in bloom, the moon was not full, and there was not much that was satisfactory.

Going there now is to bring the last of my belongings home, and also to say goodbye to Homura's wagashi shop and the black cat's house, since I've received a lot of help from these two families during my stay.

"Oh my, Kosaka-nii brought some wagashi (Japanese sweets) today! Tamaki, come out quickly!"

The slightly older kid from the Gokou family took the snacks Kyosuke handed over, greeted him politely, and then took Tamaki back to their room.

"Hey, I want to hug little Tamaki too."

"Haha, sorry, big brother from the Kousaka family, Ruri-nee specifically instructed you not to have any contact with Tamaki, saying you're some kind of perverted lolicon."

Kyosuke Kosaka glanced at the silent black cat and noticed that the girl wasn't wearing her school uniform or her usual casual clothes, but rather a dark red, outdated tracksuit.

"The wind has gotten stronger."

The black cat ignored his gaze and casually changed the subject: "If we don't go back soon, it'll start raining."

"Just lend me an umbrella."

The black cat sighed softly: "The only umbrella we have at home now is the small one, which can't cover you. It's the one you returned."

"It's ok."

Kousaka Kyosuke sat opposite her and said in a very serious tone, "Well, I'm not actually a real lolicon, nor am I a pervert."

"I know."

The black cat looked up at him, then focused on making tea: "But I'm a siscon, you know, I don't want you to hold little Tamaki."

"He actually admitted to being a siscon so openly?"

Black Cat sneered, "Yeah, I've been so honest, but some people just won't admit they're siscon."

Kyosuke understood: "Are you talking about Kirino, that void siscon?"

The girl with the black cat paused in her tea-making, and couldn't help but sigh again. It was a sigh of disappointment, a sigh of frustration at the lack of progress. After thinking about the various heartaches between the brother and sister, she remained silent as usual.

The faint sound of howling wind drifted over, and she changed the subject at the opportune moment: "The weather was so nice during the summer, how could it change so quickly? There wasn't a single sign."

"It's just that you've been staying home for too long and haven't gone out. The weather started changing last month."

"Hmph, the human world has become filthy again..."

The whooshing sound of the wind intensified again, like the whistling of a passing tram, a sound that always gave one the worry of being blown away.

Pick up a few sheets of paper from the table. They are some childish drawings, or perhaps more accurately, messy scribbles.

He stared at the object as if he were examining the authenticity of banknotes: "What art form is this? What style is it? Abstract or Impressionist?"

"It's Tamaki."

"He hasn't made any progress at all."

The black cat huffed, "Do you have a problem with my little sister? Are you picking a fight? Besides, she drew Meruru, and it's already pretty good that she drew it like this."

"...Which style of Meruru? Is there a Meruru in the style of the Hokuto series?"

The sister-obsessed black cat looked quite upset: "Tamaki was in a bad mood recently because she burst into tears after watching the first episode of the third season. Her parents almost thought she had depression."

Yes, when she finished crying and looked dejected, seemingly tucking her head into her waistband, Little Pearl really scared the black cat.

He smiled smugly: "Great job."

The black cat thought to itself that this man had a rather dark personality, and then it thought of his equally annoying sister. The cat's face was full of displeasure: "Anime that makes my sister cry is just bullshit!"

Let me briefly summarize the content of the first episode of Meruru Season 3. Meruru, now a dark witch, wipes out all her former companions with overwhelming power—it's really exciting to start like this. I wonder if Gen Urobuchi is now directing the third season.

Oh, speaking of which, after 05, Gen Urobuchi developed a "disease" of being unable to write happy endings. He's been stuck in a rut since this year, that old pervert.

He and Okouchi should have something in common. Gen Urobuchi is good at "love and peace," while Okouchi likes a hodgepodge.

In terms of results, Gen Urobuchi's works rarely fail, but Okouchi is often criticized and told to "take his medicine," especially after "Negima! Magister Negi Magi" came out, and the calls to kill Okouchi have become increasingly louder.

The former is an old-fashioned intellectual who likes to control the conversation, while the latter is...

Kyosuke glanced at the black cat.

...The latter is a late-stage chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), and hopefully the black cat will eventually walk down that joyful path.

"Then I'll take my leave, Black Cat."

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? Your parents won't be back until very late tonight."

While marveling at the silly boy's unconsciously ambiguous words, Kyosuke Kosaka unceremoniously took the umbrella he had used in March and April from beside the table and walked out the door.

With her back to the black cat, she waved her hand, just like Kasumigaoka Utaha's nonchalant manner: "Don't bother seeing me off."

The boy, trying to appear dashing, ran forward quickly against the wind and the increasingly dense raindrops, trying to understand how his sister felt on the field.

Make way, cows, life is short.

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For those who suspect I have stomach medication and threaten me, I can't think of any other good word besides "incomprehensible".

Chapter Two: Burning Passion Meets a Rainy Day

Should I dye my hair black?

Miss Kirino Kousaka asked a seemingly casual question in her brother's room, pretending not to care, but her eyes were secretly watching her brother the whole time.

She was smiling.

Kirino sometimes feels that her brother is her camera; whenever she sees him, she can't help but smile—it's a genuine joy.

What is my brother doing?

Kirino rolled around on the bed, her light brown hair forming a flower shape with her movements: "Don't you think I'd be cuter if I dyed my hair black?"

Upon hearing this, Kyosuke Kosaka involuntarily recalled his obedient yet stubborn black-haired younger sister from his dream, and his expression became somewhat unnatural: "You actually say you're cute? You're cute?"

Kirino gave him a look that seemed to say, "I'm cute."

"It's good to be confident."

He turned back to writing some copy, his tone indifferent: "Let's not do that anymore. I think it's fine as it is now, and dyeing it repeatedly will damage the hair."

Thoughts came and went.

Hair dyeing was a topic that seduced him; the important thing wasn't the dyeing itself, but his greed.

This girl rolling around in bed might fall in love when she gets to high school, maybe even find a boyfriend or girlfriend—as her older brother, he should be happy to see his sister find someone she likes.

But as the older brother, he felt a little reluctant to part with her.

That's greed; it led her to fall into the trap of disgusting, sister-complex types like Akagi Kohei.

"Eh..."

Kirino's voice rang in his ears. His sister had stood behind him while he was lost in thought, hugging his neck with both hands.

A round head popped out from behind my shoulder.

"I remember you like the type with long, straight black hair, like Kasumigaoka-senpai and Kuroneko?"

When her rival in love was mentioned, there was a hint of complexity in her voice.

That woman...

Before leaving, he called me and said something about giving me a chance.

"You have four months to decide. If you lose, don't say I took advantage of your weakness. Learn from your best friend, Little Black Cat. Whether you win or lose, you have to do it gracefully."

pretty?

What do you know, Kasumigaoka Utaha!

These words stung the jealousy and resentment in her mind once again, and Kirino subconsciously tightened her grip on her arm.

"Yeah, I do prefer long, straight black hair, but what I like doesn't mean you have to—Hey! Let go!"

"Um... I'm sorry."

Her brother slapped her hard on the forehead, but she still clung to his neck and didn't let go, whimpering in pain.

"Stop hugging me, aren't you hot?"

"It's not hot at all. Look, it's even windy outside. It's super cool."

Taking advantage of the fact that her brother couldn't see her expression, she freely expressed her joy and happiness, squinting her eyes and curving her lips as if she were about to burst with happiness.

The joy splattered from his face to his feet, and his right foot, clad in slippers, tapped lightly, making a soft sound.

The melody is melodious.

"I'm working on animation."

Kirino suddenly remembered: "It's really going to be adapted into an anime? Is that amazing?"