I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

Chapter 12 A cat that doesn't work hard can only...

"Shiori!"

During the physical education class, a girl with long dark purple hair tied up in a butterfly ran lively to Shiori, hugged her arms like a young couple, and squeezed the plump fruit on her chest until it was deformed.

Is it normal for same-sex people to have such intimate actions?

"Let's play the finger game we played yesterday! (/≧▽≦)/" The words were spoken with such astonishing innocence that the gossiping trio in the class looked at them in shock.

"I heard that Gokawa-san likes girls before, is it true?"

"I also heard that she's close to the idol of the neighboring high school, and the new twin transfer students have an unclear relationship with her."

"It's really incredible..."

"It's a game console, right? Don't make it sound like it's an H topic!" Shiori stretched out his hand and gently hit Tohka on the head.

Tohka covered her head with her hands: "I understand Shiori, let's play a game that requires using fingers but is not at all sexual."

"..."

This child, like Imi, was a spirit, codenamed "Princess." She was also the first spirit Shiori had successfully sealed, and it was the beginning of everything.

As the number of sealed elves increased, the rumor that "Shiori Gokawa likes girls" had inevitably spread throughout the school. I always felt that I could hear other people's discussions everywhere, and I felt like I was socially dead.

Sighing inwardly, Shiori's vision was suddenly blocked by the propped-up "Tobiichi" logo. Why "propped up"? Because the two characters were printed on the chest of the sportswear.

"Shiori, wait for me after school."

"Sorry Origami, I have something to do today..." Ratatoskr was about to resume the meeting on the strategy to capture Yimi.

Yesterday, Origami was fully armed and launched a deadly attack on Yimi who was standing with her. But the next day after school, they were still classmates and even friends. It was such a subtle and strange relationship.

Shiori took a step to the side, trying to get around him, but Origami continued to block him with her synchronized movements.

"Five years ago, my parents died in an attack by a fire spirit." The white-haired girl suddenly brought up the topic again, successfully drawing Shizhi's attention completely to her.

They had discussed this topic before, because in Origami's impression, the spirit that brought fire killed her parents.

"Flame Demon", the spirit that brought the fire was none other than Shiori's sister, Itsuka Kotori. When she was young, the riot of her spiritual power almost burned through the entire city block.

But in the end, the topic ended with Shiori insisting that he believed his sister would not do such a thing, and Origami stopped discussing it.

"I remembered it wrongly, sorry."

Origami's words put Shiori's heart at ease.

She was originally an 11-year-old child, and it was a heart-wrenching process that nearly made her unconscious, so it was quite normal for her memory to be distorted. It was just that the fire happened at the same time as Kotori's spiritual power got out of control.

"I saw it then. It was a pure white, angelic spirit. 'Disaster', that's what AST named her yesterday."

"Pure white..." Shizhi finally reacted.

Is she talking about Yimi?

Origami nodded slightly and held the other person's hand. "It's the spirit that was with you yesterday. You were the only ones face to face with her at that time. I hope you can tell me her characteristics."

Surrounded by the holy and dazzling white light, even if an attack was launched at close range, all she could see was a color that seemed to come from the Kingdom of Light. In fact, the closer the distance, the harder it was to open her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel discomfort that was enough to cause temporary blindness.

But Shiori, who was face to face with her from the beginning, must have seen her face with his own eyes.

Facing Origami's unusual expression, Shiori's eyes dodged for a moment: "Sorry Origami, I only heard her voice at the time..."

There must be some misunderstanding here. How could such a young child... Even though the lifespan of an elf cannot be judged by its appearance, Origami himself said that Yimi's code name appeared yesterday, and Yimi doesn't seem to be the type of elf that can control the silent manifestation (manifesting the world without causing a space tremor).

"so..."

Origami's hands loosened and her expression returned to its usual calm state, but Shiori could clearly feel that she must be very disappointed in him.

"Then, next time, please don't get in my way, Shiori."

She only left this sentence and turned away.

"Origami..."

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After school, Origami, who was suspended, had nowhere to go but home.

Then I met the cat again on the way home, but we were not on the same road as yesterday. The only thing in common was that there was a cardboard box next to it.

Doesn't it have an owner? It's so fat.

Origami, carrying her bag, squatted down, her expression almost unchanged as she faced Yimi. However, the kitten didn't react to the person she defined as a "little idiot" because she was asleep.

Cats' sleep schedule is normally not as fixed as that of humans. Unless it rains or they are taking care of their cubs, they don't even need to think about where to live. They will just lie down in the sun during the day and go looking for food when they wake up. Because of their strong night vision, night is not a time when they should be inactive like it is for humans.

Because of what Shizhi said yesterday, Yimi did not further try the method of eating space shock. She could only wait for the body to merge on its own. The kitten needs to sleep normally during this process.

Origami, who was squatting beside her, looked at her for a while.

He picked up a small stone nearby and placed it on Yimi's head.

Not awake.

"Cats are very alert when they sleep."

Origami seemed to recall the animal programs he watched on TV when he was a child.

She picked up the second stone and stacked it on top, but still didn't wake up.

Instead of continuing her boring behavior, the girl stood up and continued walking towards home.

I really envy cats. They have no worries and can just find a comfortable place to sleep in.

After she left, a breeze blew by, and the stone on Yimi's head fell to the ground with a snap.

"Meow!" Yimi jumped up on the spot and looked around.

Clap your tail twice.

Did you do it?

"Is this it? The cat that's willing to let 'me' touch it."

"Ah~ You're such a carefree kid, actually letting me get close to you."

"Can I touch it?"

Several shadows suddenly enveloped the kitten.

"Meow?" Yimi looked at the women who suddenly appeared in front of him and made a vigilant gesture with his ears pointed at him.

Because these women look exactly the same, the only difference is their clothes. Some of them wear school uniforms covering their left eyes like last time, while more of them wear two ponytails, one long and one short, like Gothic Lolita. The eye that was covered in the past now looks like a golden clock, and the hour hand inside can actually move.

The twin ponytails, one long and one short, make the cat feel particularly close to her because her mother sometimes uses this hairstyle.

Tokisaki Kurumi's clone, or to be more precise, she summoned the reappearance of her past self using the eighth bullet from among the twelve different bullets.

Normally, most of their personalities are not that different from the originals, but the clone standing at the end, who is trying to stand on tiptoe to see, seems particularly outstanding.

"Did you touch it? Let me touch it."

"Give it some food before you pat its head. Last time, I just..."

"Its paws are pink."

"Meow?" The cat only saw them taking out delicious food. Unlike the little idiots who were criticized yesterday, they were big cats.

A cat that doesn't work hard can only be manipulated by a woman.

At the very back, the clone who was wearing a medical goggles and couldn't see the cat at all stomped his feet hard, looked around to see that no one was paying attention to him, then stretched out his dirty hands and grabbed the butt of the "himself" in front of him.

Taking advantage of the moment when the kitten screamed and turned around, she squeezed in and successfully saw the kitten that would not run away.

“It looks like a panda!”

Eyepatch Kurumi suggested: "It doesn't look like it has an owner, why don't we take it back and adopt it."

She is an incarnation of Tokisaki Kurumi when she just became an elf. She is also the most naive incarnation and the one whose personality deviates the most from the original.

Hearing her words, the other clones were somewhat tempted, but they pinched their chins and shook their heads in unison: "No, we still have our own wishes to fulfill."

"Yes, young 'me', don't let other things become our weaknesses."

“But it’s so pitiful…”

"..."

"Goodbye, kitten. I'll adopt you once 'I' have revised history."

The kitten scratched its neck with its hind legs.

Yimi has a home and doesn't need to be adopted by other big cats.

Chapter 13: You Don't Need to Attack a Taunt Minion First

After eating the delicious food given by that bunch of identical women, he gained enough strength to transform.

But this transformation does not mean summoning spiritual equipment. Yimi does not want to cause space shock again, and it may also attract the terrible woman, Zao Yu Shizhi.

Kitten recalled the big idiot who flew around freely and shuttled around under the siege of AST, and thought it would be better to completely merge the remains and then make a deal with the devil to let it send itself to the face of the Original Elf. If this big idiot is really not the Original Elf, then the genuine Original Elf should not be weaker than her.

"Host, you have 85.7% of the portal energy. If you think the current main quest is too difficult, you can simply accumulate energy and teleport to the next world. As the saying goes, there is always a way forward."

Yimi didn't understand the system's suggestive words. As long as the cat could complete six tasks, it could go home. Why waste energy like this?

She found a secluded alley and hid in it, activating the power of her novice combat suit.

A white arc outlined her figure, and then the short-haired girl appeared out of thin air in the alley. However, this time she was no longer wearing any spiritual attire. Instead, she was wearing a pure white shirt and light yellow shorts, and her feet were bare.

This is the original appearance of the low-end novice combat suit. Although the novice combat suit and spiritual power are integrated into one, because both are powers directly absorbed by Yimi, she can use one of them alone, just like a hand can control only one finger.

Yimi looked at the tail behind his butt and tried to tuck it back into his pants and hide it by tying it around his waist.

It was a little uncomfortable, but bearable. The tail deserved it, because it liked to disturb his sleep.

Yimi patted his head.

ear……

"Remind the host that 'spiritual power' is a unique power that can transform the appearance of clothing."

"Meow?"

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Yimi hid in the alley and looked out, and saw some children about her age squatting on the sandy area of ​​the children's facilities.

She tried to manipulate the tiny amount of spiritual power she had recovered to imitate the attire of passers-by, and finally conjured up a baseball cap that covered her ears and a pair of children's blue canvas shoes.

"I'm Yimi, hello." She tried to say something to the air.

My two ears are pressed down, and it feels very strange to hear sounds.

Yimi trotted over to two of the children and bent down to see what they were playing.

Strange square plastic cards with something printed on them that looked like something Diego had created.

She pointed to a card with a pterosaur on it and said, "This one isn't tasty. It's hard to chew."

The little boy, whose hair was about the same length as Yimi's, looked up at her and said dissatisfiedly, "You talk as if you've eaten before. He's almost out of cards. Do you want to play?"

At this age, children are not too shy around their peers.

"How do you play?" Yimi's curiosity was aroused, and he squatted down to touch his cards.

The little boy slapped her hand away: "This is mine, don't you have one yourself?"

Maomao rubbed the back of his hand, which was not hurt at all, and narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

Another boy with a crew cut kindly took out his only two remaining cards and explained to Yimi, "Put your cards on the ground, and then play rock-paper-scissors to decide who will throw them first. Whoever flips his card over wins, and the card you knocked over becomes yours."

"I still have a pack of unopened cards. If you want to play, I can give you two, but I can only give you the ones I don't want..."

It can be seen that the only two monsters left by the flat-headed boy are much more handsome than the others. Of course, the cards that he is reluctant to give away should be kept for the end.

"Meow?" Yimi held the card and pointed at the attack power item in confusion: "What is this?"

"Attack power," the boy said, pretending to know the truth. "It means that cards with higher numbers have harder hits, and cards with higher defense are less likely to be knocked over."

"What are the skills above for?" Yimi pointed at the lines of small words.

"Uh……"

The boy was a little speechless, because they had always treated it as a broken card and never really cared about it, but he still continued to insist: