Summer vacation lasts until August 31. And now it’s August 19.
In other words, there are less than two weeks left of my first summer vacation in high school.
…Adults often say that the memories of high school are the ones that last the longest, but no matter how I think about it, isn’t that a lie?
In both my past life and now, what kind of memories can I have from just rolling around at home every day…?
Well, the broadcasts might become memories, but that’s not exactly a high school memory, is it?
For an outcast like me, even memories from high school might be too much to ask for.
“Ugh.”
Today, I just lay in bed, feeling the breeze from the air conditioner, and suddenly over two hours had passed.
Ah, this is what it means to “kill time.” It doesn’t help at all~
…Is this what a super cute high school girl spends her summer vacation doing?
Isn’t summer vacation supposed to be when friends gather and say, “It’s so hot…” and then, out of nowhere, the scene changes, and they shout, “The ocean!” while wearing swimsuits and diving in?
Or going to a festival to watch fireworks.
All the otaku knowledge I had was a lie……
But I’m still regularly broadcasting, so I’m living a somewhat fulfilling life, right?
In that case, isn’t it okay to lounge in bed a little longer…?
Ding!
“Hmm?”
At the sudden notification from my phone, I checked the screen to see “Mom” written there.
…I’m pretty sure she said she’d be back in three days. Is something wrong?
Thinking that, I unlocked my phone.
[Mom: Your sister is coming over for dinner tonight, so keep that in mind.]
That’s what it said.
Ah. Now that I think about it, it is about that time.
“I’m here.”
As evening approached, I sat nervously on the bed, and I heard the sound of the front door opening along with my sister’s voice.
“Phew.”
I took a deep breath, then quietly stood up and opened my door.
“W-Welcome back, sis.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
When I greeted her, she turned her gaze to me, nodded slightly, and headed into her room.
Even though it had been almost a year since we last met, I couldn’t feel any emotion from her.
Korean name: Yeon Jia.
Japanese name: Kayano Yuki (茅野雪).
There’s no need to explain who my sister is.
Now she’s 25, making her a whole nine years older than me.
But considering I’ve lived a total of 40 years, I could technically be the older sister…?
Well, anyway, if I had to describe her, she’s like me but the exact opposite?
That’s probably the most accurate description.
First of all, she’s much taller than I am.
I barely reach 150 cm, but she said she’s definitely 172 cm, right?
Her figure is also fit and healthy, matching her height.
She has long black hair tied back in a ponytail and dark brown eyes like our mom’s.
Her gaze is sharp, but it doesn’t detract from her looks at all; if anything, it feels like a weapon.
Yeah.
If I’m a cute, super adorable girl, then my sister is a cold, super beautiful woman.
People often say she looks like a model just standing still, and she actually worked as a reader model for a famous magazine.
But her personality is blunt, similar to mine, and she has a strong cold vibe.
Well, unlike me, she has many friends and doesn’t stutter when she talks.
…042?
If I think about it objectively, she’s not just the opposite of me; she’s my incredibly superior sister.
What the heck.
I’ve gained one more piece of knowledge I didn’t want to know today…
“Hey, sis. Did you eat dinner already?”
“… I didn’t, so let’s eat together after I wash up.”
“Okay…”
Honestly, I felt a bit intimidated by her.
After all, there’s a nine-year age difference, and when she comes home, we don’t really talk properly.
And that was similar even before my past memories returned.
I don’t really like talking, and my sister has a blunt personality.
How could there be a conversation between sisters like that?
I even started to think that she might dislike me for not saying anything and just going to her room after such a long
time apart.
…Well.
Considering she’s an outstanding sister who even works as a model for a famous magazine, I must seem like a
useless, socially awkward little sister who can’t do anything.
That’s only natural.
Deep down, she’s probably embarrassed to have such a pathetic little sister who has nothing but looks to show for it…
But I’ve heard that older siblings who have a big age gap tend to take good care of the younger ones, but that requires some closeness, I guess.
I feel like we were closer when we were much younger.
What happened?
I don’t know. It must all be my fault.
“…I heard you started as a virtual YouTuber.”
While we were eating dinner together at the table, my sister suddenly brought it up.
“Ah, yeah.”
“Is it fun?”
“I think it’s fun.”
“…I see.”
Whenever I talked to my sister, it always felt like this.
Usually, she brought up the topics, but since my communication skills were lacking, after a few responses, the conversation would end.
She didn’t ask anything more.
After nodding, she would finish what she was doing and return to her room.
We rarely communicated through calls or texts.
Every once in a while, she would text me asking about something I wanted and then buy it as a gift, but most of our
sisterly time was decorated with silence.
“I ate well.”
“Yeah. You can go in now.”
“Minah.”
“Yes?”
“…No, it’s nothing.”
With that last remark, my sister stood up from the table, cleared the dishes, and went to her room.
…As expected, she probably wouldn’t watch my broadcasts.
Given that she’s a reader model for a famous magazine, she likely has no interest in this industry at all.
In terms of an ordinary person, she’s above Takeyama…!
“Sigh.”
Would it be annoying to ask her to watch my broadcasts?
I want to show her that I’m working hard on something in my own way.
But the fear that she might dislike me made me hesitate; I didn’t want to see a negative reaction if I asked.
Despite the awkwardness, I do like her.
She’s so pretty, cool, and above all, she’s my one and only precious sister.
Unlike relationships that could break apart, the fact that we share the same blood will never change.
That’s why the possibility of being rejected if I asked her was even scarier for me.
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“Ugh, um. I don’t know if I should say this, but this game is, it’s a piece of garbage…”
Hahaha
No matter how I think about it, the story is secondary; the game balance is just too weird.
Why does Mjölnir, a hammer, have better hit detection than the great sword, Levathien?
When I used it, the hit detection was complete garbage.
Why do I have to consume one of the five potions just because I took damage even though I successfully parried?
Meanwhile, the boss is ridiculously strong, has absurd HP, and there’s a limit to how many times I can dodge each stage.
Isn’t this way too unreasonable?
“For today, I’ll just stop here…”
No matter how I think about it, continuing would only shatter my mental state.
Knowing when to give up quickly is my strong point…
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You guys should work on separating chat speak and mc speak as I’m reading this on mobile and it is a little confusing