I really don't want to be reborn.

"It's not running."

Kirino remained leaning against the wall, the chill on her back stimulating her somewhat sluggish nerves: "I'm thinking now, am I living alone, or am I living for someone else—if it's the latter, I'd actually be very happy."

The elementary school student clearly couldn't understand, and frowned, saying, "Living for others? Isn't that a very tiring life?"

"Ah, I'm so tired, but the sense of fulfillment is indescribable."

She sighed softly, "Before, I always felt like I wanted everything, and I wanted the best of everything. I felt really tired back then."

"Now I want everything."

"I want a friend too!"

I want the game too!

"I will never admit defeat when it comes to matters of the heart—only after making the decision did I realize that I had to give up some things. Being a little tired is fine, but if I don't let go of some things, I might die from exhaustion..."

After thinking for a few seconds, Leah decisively shook her head: "I don't understand. Is this Japanese?"

Kirino Kousaka didn't say anything.

Looking into the darkness deep in the corridor.

Raise your pointed chin, let your eyes shine, and face this road with a defiant attitude.

What is she looking at?

Without courage, who can deceive fate and obtain happiness?

This was true in the past, and it was true in the past as well.

She sneered, went into her dorm room, and took out a game disc from a game box that she had carefully preserved and hadn't opened since arriving in the United States.

This CD was a treasure that she, Old Pigeon, bought by queuing up late at night in Akihabara.

"Lia-chan."

"Ok?"

"How about we play a game? It's a game you've never seen before! I guarantee it will open your eyes to a whole new world."

(Hi everyone, I'm... never mind)

…………

His eyes were not open.

The sun hadn't fully risen yet, and it was so cold; this must be the last morning of the dead of winter.

Kyosuke Kosaka, who had already entered junior high school, curled up his legs in the warm blankets, mumbled something indistinctly, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The people around me are moving.

The little guy who's been clinging to me since he was five years old woke up this early for the first time, especially on a winter morning.

Has Kirino made up her mind?

Did the ten-year-old sister make up her mind immediately after being stimulated?

In order to cultivate his younger sister's independence, and to ensure that she could live independently in the future and not be unable to survive without him, Kyosuke Kosaka and his father put on a play that they wrote, directed, and starred in themselves.

The specific details are not important; what matters is the attitude he displayed—disdain for his sister's incompetence—and that's enough for her to notice.

Kirino noticed and cared, and didn't say a word all night. The next morning, she began to put her sadness and determination from the previous night into action.

She was furious when her brother told her she was useless.

However, it cannot be refuted.

Because she had always lived under her brother's protection and pampering, she decided that she also needed to become stronger, not to rely on him for everything, and not to let him look down on her.

That's what language is.

As he slowly woke up, Kyosuke Kousaka thought to himself that when it comes to expressing love, words are far less effective than actions, and seem powerless.

However, when it comes to harming others, it is incredibly sharp and hits the vital points directly.

For stubborn and proud people, nothing works better than using reverse psychology.

He heard a sound, and he knew his sister had gotten up. He even knew she was gently opening the door and standing by it.

"elder brother."

She called out timidly in a low voice.

Kousaka Kyosuke did not move.

"elder brother."

After several calls, she realized her brother hadn't woken up.

"Well then—I'm going out for a run."

The door was closed gently.

That's fine.

The winter mornings are the quietest. He opened his eyes, got out of bed, and stood outside the window watching his sister run in her sportswear, listening to the faint footsteps fading into the distance.

The footsteps were initially weak, but gradually filled with determination, and then disappeared.

Kyosuke Kosaka exhaled a breath, turned around, and went downstairs to wash up.

"Is this really okay, Kyosuke...?"

The mother, who was making breakfast, asked with some concern, "That child is already a bit delicate. Can he handle going out so early in the morning?"

"No problem, Mom."

Her father followed her at a distance, ensuring nothing went wrong. He must have been pleased with her determination and action.

No parent wants to see a weak and incompetent child. What they expect is an independent and strong child who can live well even after they pass away.

Such a personality, or rather, spirit, should be cultivated from childhood.

Kyosuke Kousaka dotes on his younger sister, but he also has this thought: in his mother's words, "Kyosuke treats Kirino like a daughter, not like a younger sister."

"Don't say such scary things!"

Indeed, the fact remains that Kyosuke Kousaka, whose soul is that of an adult, has always treated his younger sister differently from his other older brothers.

Mom continued making breakfast, chuckling slightly, "You two siblings have such a good relationship."

"Of course, I'm a so-called siscon."

"What is that called?"

"It's nothing...we'll always be this good."

However, his mother looked at him for a long time, then shook her head with even more worry: "I don't think so, Kyosuke. I'm very worried."

"I already told you that Dad is following behind her, so don't worry."

"...No, what I actually wanted to talk about was the two of you, you and your sister."

Putting down the kitchen knife, Mom pondered something: "I should say it's your actions. Haven't you noticed? You do many things with... well, purpose, something even stronger than purpose. Your father calls it utilitarianism."

Kyosuke Kosaka was taken aback: "I'm just a middle school student, what utilitarian thoughts could I possibly have?"

"But you're so mature, it's not like you're a child at all."

His mother looked at him with concern: "Kyosuke, don't take advantage of feelings so easily."

He stopped talking.

feeling.

What is it ultimately?

Although he was a time traveler, he was neither a sentimental philosopher nor a rational scientist in his previous life; he was neither of the two extremes, so he could only see some superficial things.

If we act in order to obtain something, then isn't so-called emotion just a byproduct of self-satisfaction?

He suddenly felt a chill, followed by a sense of shame, and wanted to come to a conclusion.

But... that kind of thing can't be understood just by thinking.

Theories often fail in the face of such things—but one thing is certain:

If he keeps calculating things like feelings, he will definitely suffer a great loss, and the ending will definitely be terrible.

For example...

Mom's kitchen knife came crashing down—whoosh!

That concludes the dream of recollection.

When Kousaka Kyosuke finally woke up, he let out a long sigh. What was going on? Something from the first year of junior high school... How many years ago was that a memory?

Why did things suddenly start to turn upside down?

He went downstairs to wash up with a strange feeling, and sat down at the dining table to look at his father.

"Good morning."

"Um... Kyosuke, can you get through to Kirino on the phone?"

"Ok?"

With growing unease, he dialed his sister's number.

Then what filled his ears was very familiar Japanese, the sound of a girl in a hentai game getting aroused. He still remembered the voice and the background music vividly. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be "3D Artificial Sister".

"Lia-chan, keep your voice down!"

"But...but...this is too exciting!"

And it seems there was even an elementary school girl screaming excitedly, which didn't seem erotic at all, but rather comically noisy...

No wonder I didn't answer my parents' calls; they probably would have been devastated the moment I answered, because it would have been terrible in every way.

"...What's wrong, brother? Oh, did you hear that? Have you played this game before? It seems there are some really difficult positions hidden in this custom game, it's super, super, super fun!"

You're hilarious, aren't you?!

"It's nothing, you can keep playing."

Whether you're playing games or messing with elementary school kids, please continue.