Chapter 92: The Sound of Dripping Water (1)

The four of us walked a school building as new as the high school division.

Middle school second year class B. That was apparently the class Gahel attended.

His voice was high and his height was low so I had thought he would be even younger, but he seemed to have entered puberty long ago.

Is he really all right, Gahel? Are you handling it properly?

It felt like tremendous unnecessary meddling, but maybe because he was a Vigilante junior I was extremely worried.

Because look, looking at Grace walking zun-zun ahead, walking without seeming to mind that her skirt was short, I got worried.

Maybe because her core was good the skirt hem did not sway and I could not peek at the innermost part, but that itself made the sense of it looking like I could see it and could not see it strong and bad. I involuntarily wanted to crouch and peek.

"A, wawa, Gu, Grace! There are males below so more slowly...!"

"No need to worry! I shortened it calculating the stair angle and skirt length!"

"...Senju-senpai, you are not suddenly going to fix your shoelaces, right?"

"O, ou... I would not do that..."

Sorry, I thought about it a little.

But if I pulled that the scant trust I had would pass zero and go negative, so I desperately endured.

And I think this desire is something men can sympathize with to a certain extent.

Look at the way middle school boys walking the hallway gather at the stairs with innocent faces. Even if they endure considering reason and public face, boys are basically existences who want to do this kind of thing.

"...As I thought I cannot make it that short."

Maybe noticing those middle school boys’ gazes, Leas put a hand on her skirt even though she should understand she herself was safe.

Well, Leas had been seen a lot in the Panty-Flash Monster Villain uproar. She was probably easy to notice those kinds of gazes.

"You must not, Leas. A woman must keep her appearance matching TPO. Shall we stop by a boutique today too? You are probably reusing several kinds of clothes anyway?"

"Ah, that is right. Lea-senpai is neat about appearance, but she does not dress up or buy new clothes much. And yet her skin and hair are pretty... ah, I got mad again."

"W-wait, calm down Reiko. Grace is more amazing than the likes of me. After all she does not get fat no matter how much she eats."

"Ha?"

Ah, I remember reading that in my previous life.

What was it. The Flame Spirit maintains a trained body. Something like that.

Even if you eat too much it breaks it down with magical power so you do not get fat, and even if you do not eat it reinforces with magical power so you do not get thin. It maintains the specs needed to fight that way.

Therefore even if imprisoned you could enjoy her in an ideal body. If you miss the choice she destroys the base and escapes.

"What are you saying? Weight can be managed however as long as you manage your condition. This kind of thing is a power that does not matter whether you have it or not. No, is it not a constitution?"

"Aah? Gure-senpai, if you say more than that I will stuff a clenched fist in your mouth so be careful...?"

"!?"

Grace froze under a gaze of hatred and jealousy.

Yeah, I will not tell the huge lie that I understand a woman’s heart, but that one would piss anyone off. If you intend to say more this and that I will seriously stuff a clenched fist in your mouth and shut you up, claa! I could feel that kind of aura bin-bin. Scary. Junior is scary.

"Th-that aside! This is my younger brother’s classroom! Gahel! Onee-sama has come!"

While dripping sweat she opened the classroom door and froze.

After directing a suspicious gaze at Grace whose thinking seemed frozen as if she had seen something unbelievable, I peeked into the classroom from behind.

"Usshaa! It suits you, Gahel-kun!"

"D-does it? Ehehe."

A small boy with blonde hair and red eyes, Gahel Wayne, was for some reason wearing a sailor uniform and surrounded by a crowd of boy students and a few girl students.

What is this?

It was not bullying or lynching or that kind of situation.

That. I felt an atmosphere like a cosplayer who had descended on Tokyo Big Sight and camera kids.

Pashari pashari shutter sounds rang from phones. Matching that, Gahel pinched his skirt and spun kuru-kuru. Very enjoyably, looking satisfied.

...Eh, what is this really?

It certainly suited him. Smooth blonde hair, a girl face, and not tall. The part where his cheeks were slightly flushed, maybe from embarrassment, yeah, somehow it was stimulating. What do I do, some weird door feels about to open...!

"A, Onee-sama! Sorry, wait a little more!"

"Eh!? No, that...!? Even if I am spoken to normally in that state I am troubled, I...!?"

Grace made a hundred faces as if she did not know what expression to make at a time like this. It is a commonplace line, but for now I think smiling is fine.

"...Lea-senpai, you were close with Gahel-kun too, right? What is it? Does he have a crossdressing habit?"

"N-no, I do not think there was that kind of thing."

"Ah, Leas-neesan, hello! Japan is amazing! Even I, a boy, am fine wearing girls’ clothes!"

"Ah, yeah, I see. ...No, that is, Gahel? May I ask why you are wearing a sailor uniform so cheerfully...?"

Leas timidly asked what we most wanted to ask.

At those words Gahel said "What, that kind of thing," and showed some pose like readying a sword.

"Because over there I could not wear this kind of ’brave’ clothes! A class friend is going to bring a replica sword from home now! Being allowed to have a sword in addition to a skirt, Japan is amazing!"

"The culture is diffe, u!"

Who can blame me for involuntarily shouting.

That is right. Calmate’s strongest in martial force is the Sacred. Saber and Knight both have a style of dress plus sword! In the first place the root of the Sacred is a princess!

Probably in stories over there a brave champion of justice is a woman knight wearing a skirt. When I glanced behind, Leas and Grace had expressions half convinced and half confused. So there is a huge something that comes to mind.

That. He is enjoying it with the feel of a crossdressing knight on this side. Thinking that I was convinced. No, that aside, how about this fervor?

He certainly suits a sailor uniform better than a clumsy girl, and the figure smiling while directing his gaze this way is seriously a beautiful girl. I started wanting to spin my head gurun-gurun while glowing gaming colors, bothered bothered whether he really has a dick.

Whoever the classmate was who tried to put a sailor uniform on this guy, senpai will treat you to a little juice.

"...Gahel, was it? Could you spin kuru with the skirt hem lifted more...?"

"Ah, are you Onee-sama’s acquaintance? Sure."

Gaba, Gahel hiked the skirt up far beyond assumption, enough that not just thighs but underwear seemed about to be visible, and spun kururi kururi just like that.

Damn...! He is shorter than me so I cannot see the inside! Or rather what is it like inside the skirt!? Is he wearing shorts!? Is he wearing boys’ underwear!? I cannot think he borrowed underwear from girls, but until I observe it is Schrödinger’s whatever and he might be wearing frilly underwear!

What do I do I started having fun.