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  • Chapter 03: Regular Contract

    I have been told I was cute by the people around me since I can remember. When I was in kindergarten, other children’s parents would often call out to me, saying, “Oh, Ayaka-chan is cute, isn’t she?” After I started elementary school, boys often played tricks on me or bothered me. Thinking about it now, I think that was probably the flip side of the boys’ affection for me. Those tricks and annoyances from the boys gradually decreased as I got older, and by the time I became a junior high school student, they had mostly disappeared. And what increased instead were confessions. I was confessed to by boys several times a month without fail. There were even times when I was confessed to every day for a week when it was bad. The first time I received a confession from a boy, the first feeling that welled up in my heart was confusion. I think it’s only natural to be confused when boys who have been mean or annoying you all along suddenly say something like “I like you.” In addition, since that time, I had been avoiding boys, thinking they were people who would be mean, so there wasn’t a single boy I played with or had conversations with. I naturally turned down all the confessions I received from boys. Dating someone whose personality I barely know is unthinkable for me. Especially since my parents raised me from a young age telling me things like “It’s not about looks, it’s about what’s inside.” First, start exchanging greetings and other conversations, then become friends, understand each other, become attracted and fall in love, and then confess. If it followed this flow, I might accept it too. But the boys who confessed to me all said, “It was love at first sight with you!” It’s not that I deny love at first sight, but I just can’t understand it. So, I rejected every single boy who confessed to me one after another.

    Amidst all that, an incident occurred. Suddenly, a friend I had been close with pleaded with me while crying, “Don’t take the person I like!!” For a moment, I couldn’t understand what she was saying. At that time, or rather, even now, all my friends were girls. Moreover, I was avoiding boys, so there were no boys I would talk to myself. In such a situation, there’s no way I could possibly take away my friend’s crush. That friend is misunderstanding something. Thinking so, I somehow managed to get her to talk, the one who was crying. According to her story, it seems that among the boys who confessed to me, there was someone my friend liked. …What am I supposed to do? Even though they confessed on their own. I had absolutely no connection with the boy my friend liked. In fact, it was someone I had never even exchanged a single conversation with. In the end, we remained distant until I graduated from junior high school. Triggered by that incident, I started to avoid interacting with boys even more. Also, there is one more reason why I started to keep boys at a distance from around the latter half of junior high school. That is their gaze. From around the second year of junior high school, my chest started getting bigger and bigger, and in proportion to that, I started feeling boys’ gazes more than before. Mostly it was a glancing look out of the corner of their eyes, but there were also boys who stared intently. I felt scared by such sticky, clinging gazes, and by the time I became a high school student, I had developed a slight distrust of men. Even after becoming a high school student, confessions continued relentlessly as before. But having learned from the incident that happened in junior high school, I thoroughly appealed my stance to my friends around me: ‘I have absolutely zero interest in boys or romance.’ Thanks to that effort, even now as a second-year high school student, my friendships are going well. Well, I’m in the prime of my youth, a glamorous high school girl, but whether the current situation, where all my friends are girls and there’s no

    sign or trace of romance, to be considered “going well” is a bit questionable, though. But the existence of boys is nothing but a source of trouble for me now. The most prominent event happened right before this summer break began. After school on the day of the closing ceremony, while I was chatting with my friends about summer break and thinking of going home soon, I was suddenly called out over the school broadcast system. In contrast to me, who was momentarily stunned and couldn’t understand what was happening, the girls around me were squealing and getting excited. It seems the one who called me out was a third-year senpai. Their name was definitely… I feel like it was Gotō or something like that. No, maybe Saitō? Anyway, because that senpai used something like the school broadcast system, I ended up in a situation where I had to respond to the call. Well, I guess that was their aim. While enduring the shame, I went to the schoolyard after school, where many students still remained, and there was the culprit Saitō… or was it Andō-senpai? Well, that person was there. And, as if they had gone crazy, they suddenly took out a ring and proposed to me. A tremendous cheer went up from the students watching the confession scene from the surrounding school buildings. However, I was in a slight state of panic from the extreme embarrassment and Andō-senpai’s lack of common sense, so I just said “I’m not interested” and hurried away from the spot. My memory from there is vague. Before I knew it, I was back home and had dived onto the bed in my room. In my mind, the bizarre behavior of Itō-senpai just now wouldn’t leave my head. This event will definitely be a topic of conversation after summer break. Moreover, Itō-senpai, who confessed this time, seems to be quite famous and popular among girls. What makes him famous and why he’s popular among girls, I have no idea at all, but there is one thing that is certain. That is, after being confessed to by such a boy, I will be resented by a certain number of girls. Even before the summer break began, imagining what would happen after the break made me feel depressed, so I took out my smartphone while

    still slumped face down on the bed. Then, I opened the messaging app, opened the chat with Aizawa Saki, and immediately pressed the call button. After a moment of ringing, the call connected with the other party. —“Hello~ I knew you’d call.” “Saki~ I can’t take this anymore~ I don’t want to go to school~” —“Summer break starts tomorrow.” “I wish it was summer break forever~” I burst into tears and leaned on my best friend from elementary school. “What is it with that Endō-senpai person! Calling someone out over the school broadcast system is crazy!” —“Ahahahaha, not the school broadcast system. I really sympathized with Ayaka about that.” “If I see Endō-senpai at school next time, I might glare at him with resentment…” —“Then won’t he be happy instead? Also, it’s not Endō, it’s Kaitō-senpai. The one who did the school broadcast confession.” “Was it? I don’t even remember the name anymore… I was too embarrassed, so I didn’t hear a single bit of what the senpai said.” At my words, Saki’s laughter echoed through the phone call. —“Ahaha! Kaitō-senpai is too pitiful. He went to the trouble of confessing, but it didn’t reach Ayaka at all. Hahaha.” “I’m the one who’s pitiful! That senpai is popular, right? I’m definitely going to earn resentment…” —“Everyone might forget during the summer break, you know?”

    “Do you think so? Wasn’t this one super impactful? I mean, it was a proposal, right? With a ring.” —“Ah~ well, yeah.” Even though we’re still high school students? Skipping dating and going straight to engagement or something, I really don’t understand what that means. “Ah~ I guess I should have gone to an all-girls high school after all…” —“Then I would have been separated from you, though.” “I don’t want that~” Aizawa Saki, the person I’m talking to now, is my best friend since the first grade of elementary school. I’ve shared all the fun and difficult times with her until now. Now, she is my one and only irreplaceable person with whom I can talk freely about things like this. I can’t imagine going to a different school from her. “Hey Saki, why don’t you transfer to an all-girls high school with me?” —“Don’t say unreasonable things.” Having been answered instantly, I pouted my lips with a “Hmm.” Of course, I’m saying it as a joke, so I’d be troubled if she took it seriously. Still, I’ll protest anyway. “You’re stingy, Saki.” —“I said this before, but Ayaka should just get a boyfriend.” At my best friend’s words, I remembered what she had said before. That was right after I entered high school, when I was fed up with being confessed to by three boys in quick succession. Saki suggested to me, “Why don’t you just get a fake boyfriend to ward off guys?” But if I could easily get a boyfriend for something like that, I wouldn’t be worrying so much about being confessed to in the first place. At that time, I dismissed Saki’s suggestion. “That’s impossible. Besides, isn’t it too insincere to date someone you don’t even like just because you don’t want to be confessed to?” —“Is that so? But, you know, building a fake relationship with a boy you met by chance to avoid being confessed to, doesn’t it feel a bit like a good romance manga? You like that kind of thing too, right?” “Well, I do like it, but…” While giving an ambiguous reply to Saki’s words, I turned my gaze to the bookshelf in my room. It was packed tightly with romance manga.

    The reaction to not being able to experience romance in reality is connected to the behavior of buying and reading a lot of romance manga. My stance of not being interested in guys or romance is just a defense mechanism to build good friendships. I’m a normal high school girl too, so I do have a desire to experience romance like everyone else. —“See? See? Isn’t it good? At first they were fake lovers, but then they realized they were conscious of each other, and eventually became real lovers… Kyaah! The best!!” “Hey, don’t get all excited by yourself.” —“So, in that case, I think Ayaka has no choice but to make a fake lover!” “No way~ First of all, there’s no one who would play the role of such a fake lover.” It’s not that I’m being overly self-conscious, but I do think I’m somewhat aware of what kind of impact my actions have on the school, especially on the boys. If I were to become lovers with a specific person, even if it was a fake relationship, I might cause them a lot of trouble. —“Hmm, personally, I think Ōtsuki-kun from our class would suit you.” “Ōtsuki-kun? You mean… Oh, the person who was first in the class rankings on the test?” I pulled out the person Saki was talking about from a corner of my memory. Although I avoid boys, I at least try to properly remember the names of my classmates. —“Yeah, yeah, that person. I think Ōtsuki-kun is compatible with Ayaka~” “Eh~ Why?” —“See, compared to other boys, Ōtsuki-kun has a calm atmosphere and isn’t pushy, right? And he also seems kind of gentlemanly.” “Is… that so?” Since I usually only interact with girls at school, I hardly know what the boys in my class are like. —“Besides, if you have a boyfriend, weird guys might not approach you, and if something happens, he’ll protect you, right? So, as a best friend, I feel a little relieved about that.” I have been a victim of mild stalking several times before. It seems Saki is worried about those things. “But isn’t that a bodyguard, not a lover?”

    —“Exactly.” “Geez! Don’t tease me~” Even while saying that, I couldn’t help but smile. As expected, when I talk to Saki, even if something unpleasant happens, my heart naturally feels lighter. —“Hey, want to go to a cafe together tomorrow?” “Oh? Good idea. Which cafe should we go to? It’s summer break, should we try somewhere new?” —“Yeah, that might be an option.” While I was getting excited talking to Saki about tomorrow’s cafe plans, I heard my mother’s voice from the direction of the stairs. “Ayaka~ I need to talk to you for a bit, so come downstairs~” “Okay~ Sorry, Saki, Mom called me.” —“Alright, alright. Then I’ll contact you about tomorrow’s plans later.” “Okay, see you then.” —“See you later.” After ending the call, I left my room and went to the living room. When I went to the living room, Mom was bustling around. When I looked down at the floor, there was a large suitcase lying open. “Huh? Mom, are you going somewhere?” “That’s right. A sudden business trip came up.” Mom said as she packed clothes and other things into the suitcase. My Mom runs a company. She’s what you call a representative director. That’s why she sometimes leaves the house for business trips like this. It’s not unusual for her to go overseas, and when that happens, she doesn’t come home for about a week. “Is that so… Is it a long one this time?” I asked Mom with a slightly low tone. When Mom is gone, it’s just me and Ryōta in this house. My younger brother is only five years old and too young to stay home alone. So I have to take care of him. But if that happens, my plan to go to a cafe with Saki tomorrow will be cancelled. “It’s scheduled for three days. I think I’ll be able to come back on the same day as Papa.” “…Okay.” By the way, my Dad also runs a company and is currently on a business trip.

    I have the utmost respect for my parents, who are both company owners doing very busy and responsible jobs. But sometimes, I also feel dissatisfied when they leave for work like this. Of course, I feel that both Dad and Mom pour all their love into me and Ryōta, and I understand that they usually try to make time for family. So, I don’t want to be too selfish, but my feelings of dissatisfaction still show on my face a little. Sensing my dissatisfaction, Mom’s expression turned apologetic. “I’m sorry, especially since summer break starts tomorrow.” “No, it’s work. It can’t be helped.” “I’ll buy you souvenirs. Please take care of Ryōta.” My younger brother Ryōta is probably taking a nap right now. If Ryōta, who is at the age where he wants to be spoiled by his parents, was awake, he surely would have whined and tried to stop Mom from going on a business trip. To be honest, I want to whine and be spoiled by Mom too. But my position as a high school student and an older sister with a young brother doesn’t allow that. “Okay, leave the house matters to me, and Mom, focus on your trip.” I said, trying to smile brightly so as not to show Mom the dissatisfaction welling up inside me. To me, Mom raised her voice as if she suddenly remembered something, saying, “Oh, that’s right,” and showed me a flyer that was on the table. “If you get tired of the house matters, you can use this.” “What is this?” While receiving the flyer from Mom, I looked through its contents. “…Housekeeping Service?” “That’s right. If you ask, they’ll clean and do laundry, and also cook meals. Convenient, isn’t it?” “Hmm~” Under the catchphrase “Make your time meaningful with housekeeping service,” the flyer had various things written about the service content and course information. “Wow~ They even go grocery shopping for you.” “That’s right. Here, if you call them, please use this money.” Saying that, Mom gave me some money. “Eh, it’s okay. If I call them, I’ll use my own allowance.” Since I usually try not to waste my allowance, it would be fine even if I called a housekeeping service once or twice.

    But Mom shook her head and handed me the money. “This is my apology for asking you to take care of the house matters from the first day of summer break.” “…Okay. Then I’ll take it.” Well, if I don’t end up calling the housekeeping service, I can just return the money as it is. “Alright then, the taxi is already here, so I’m going now.” “Okay, have a safe trip. Be careful.” Mom closed her suitcase and got into the taxi waiting at the entrance and left for her business trip. After seeing her off at the entrance, I sent a message to Saki saying I wanted to cancel tomorrow’s plan. –Sorry. My parents left for a business trip, so I can’t go to the cafe tomorrow. Along with the message, I also sent a sticker of a rabbit crying uncontrollably and raising a fountain of tears. Every time the ‘send’ sound echoed, my mood got lower. –Oh no, seriously? How long will your parents be on the business trip? –Papa and Mom will come back together in three days. –I see… Shall I go to your house, Ayaka? I was about to reflexively send “Yes” to Saki’s suggestion, but I somehow managed to stop myself. Saki’s house is quite far from mine. Until junior high, she lived in an apartment very close to my house, but right before she entered high school, she moved to a newly built detached house. Even though it was a very happy occasion that my best friend was moving to a new house, I still remember crying at that time because I didn’t want Saki to go to a far place. –No, it’s okay. When my parents come back, let’s go hang out properly then, okay? –Are you okay with that, Ayaka? –Yeah! Totally okay. I sent a sticker of a rabbit giving a “Zubish!” thumbs-up. Then Saki also sent me a sticker of a bear making a circle above its head using its arms. “…Haa~” I couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

    The summer break of my second year of high school had started in a very depressing way. In addition to Kaitō-senpai’s confession, my plan to hang out with Saki was cancelled. These two things caused me considerable mental damage. In that situation, I had to make dinner for Ryōta, play with him, and take care of him. And in between, I had to do housework like laundry and cleaning. For the three days my parents were away on business trips, I had to be strong. Telling myself that, I spent the three days. But on the final day, I had accumulated too much mental fatigue and fell fast asleep on the sofa in the living room. To be honest, I just intended to lie down and rest for a bit because I was tired, but before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep sleep. Worried about me falling asleep like that, my younger brother Ryōta tried to make lunch by himself without waking me up. But for five-year-old Ryōta to cook by himself was a reckless challenge, and as expected, the kitchen area became a mess. Ryōta, who was feeling down after failing to cook, apologized repeatedly saying, “I’m sorry.” Since it was originally my fault for showing him that I was worried, which made my younger brother worry, I couldn’t scold him harshly. Seeing my brother hanging his head, I stroked his head and said, “It’s still dangerous for Ryōta to stand in the kitchen alone. From now on, please call out to me properly, okay?” “Yeah… I’m sorry.” As I gently stroked Ryōta’s head, who apologized again, the sound of the intercom “Ping-Pong” echoed from the door. “Ryōta, your friend is here. You said you were going to play together at the park today, didn’t you?” “Yeah, but…” Ryōta mumbled his words and looked towards the kitchen. Perhaps he felt guilty about going to play when he had made the mess. I squatted down and met Ryōta’s gaze. “I’ll clean the kitchen, so Ryōta, go ahead and play.” “…Is that okay?” “It’s okay. Go on, don’t keep your friend waiting.” Ryōta often plays with his neighborhood friends at the park. When that happens, his friends’ parents keep a close eye on Ryōta, so I feel safe.

    I saw Ryōta off to the entrance, lightly greeted his friend and their parents, and then returned to the kitchen and couldn’t help but sigh. “Haa~ This is tough.” I fully understood that Ryōta didn’t mean any harm. Rather, it was my mistake for showing signs of tiredness and making my young brother worry. However, even though I understood that in my head, it was also true that the mental and physical fatigue were unavoidable. “Haa~” My body wouldn’t move, and all I could do was sigh. “Hang in there, me! Dad and Mom are coming back today! I just need to try a little longer!” That’s right, Dad and Mom are coming back tonight. Once they are back, I will be freed from housework. “Right, maybe I should go out and play somewhere with Saki tomorrow.” I said it out loud on purpose, trying to motivate myself. But my body just wouldn’t move easily. “Ugh… No good…” Slumping my shoulders, I retreated from the kitchen for a moment and sat down on the dining table. A flyer came into my sight. It was the flyer Mom showed me the day she left for her business trip. “…Housekeeping Service, huh?” I picked up the flyer that had been left on the table and looked through the service details again. “…Maybe I should call them?” Right now, the housekeeping service felt very appealing to me. “Mom said I could call them too…” While muttering words to affirm myself, I scanned the QR code written on the flyer. Then, I opened the housekeeping service’s website and, before I knew it, I had requested a housekeeping service. “I, I requested it…” As I looked at the confirmation email for the request, a sense of tension welled up inside me. I, I ended up calling them on impulse, but is it okay? Is it okay for a high school student to request it? While thinking such things, I restlessly waited for the housekeeping person to arrive. And then, when it was about to be three o’clock in the afternoon, the housekeeping service finally came to the house.

    At the same time, I was astonished. Surprisingly, the person who came for the housekeeping service was Ōtsuki-kun, from my class. “Eh? …Why?” As I voiced the question, I couldn’t help but tense up and show my wariness. Because, I think it’s only natural to be wary after seeing someone like Kaitō-senpai. Perhaps sensing my wariness, Ōtsuki-kun suggested changing the person in charge. I felt a little relieved by his response. Ōtsuki-kun was treating me as a customer. There was no strange ulterior motive detectable in his attitude. When I thought that, Saki’s voice echoed in my head. “Hmm, personally, I think Ōtsuki-kun from the same class would suit Ayaka.” Slightly intrigued by Saki’s words, I decided to go ahead and ask him for the housekeeping service. Ōtsuki-kun seemed a little surprised though. It seems my judgment was correct. Ōtsuki-kun, as a housekeeping service staff member, handled things very sincerely. In the middle of it, there was a mishap where Ryōta, who had come back from the park, mistook Ōtsuki-kun for a burglar, but even then, he didn’t get upset and interacted with Ryōta politely. Ryōta also seemed to have opened up to such an Ōtsuki-kun a little, and when he was leaving, Ryōta approached him on his own and said “Bye-bye” as a farewell. Ryōta is rather shy, and he never approaches people he meets for the first time on his own, but he opened up to Ōtsuki-kun in a very short time, which made me feel a little touched. However, I somehow understood the reason why Ryōta opened up. Just as Saki had said, Ōtsuki-kun has a calm atmosphere and a gentle expression when he talks. Perhaps because it was his job, but his way of speaking was also very polite, and he felt so mature that I couldn’t believe he was the same age as me. Also, Ōtsuki-kun had very high housekeeping skills. It’s only natural since he works part-time for a housekeeping service, but he made the kitchen area, which was in a terrible state, sparkling clean, and he even cleaned the living room, which I hadn’t initially requested, making it completely dust-free.

    When he was cooking, he looked like a professional chef, and I never got bored watching him cook. I had always avoided boys, but maybe I can become friends with Ōtsukikun… Although it was a very short time, as I interacted with him, I vaguely started to feel that way. It’s just a feeling, but I feel like Ōtsuki-kun will look at my inner self properly, not just my appearance. After all, he called me a “good older sister.” Having started to think such things, I felt a slight sense of dissatisfaction or perhaps disappointment that Ōtsuki-kun was treating me as a ‘customer’. Since I was finally about to make my first male friend, being treated as a customer made me feel a great distance. After Ōtsuki-kun left, Ryōta and I ate the hamburg steak he made, and it was the most delicious hamburg steak I had ever had in my life. I was worried that Ryōta might choke because he was stuffing it into his mouth with such incredible speed. My brother’s appearance, staring with wide-open eyes, forgetting to even blink as he devoured the hamburg steak, was slightly horrifying. Ōtsuki-kun’s cooking, which could captivate Ryōta to this extent, is truly formidable!! ※※※ Ōtsuki Haruto Haruto, who had successfully completed the housekeeping job at the Tōjō house, was visiting his best friend Akagi Tomoya’s house the next day. “Hey Haru. Weren’t you going to do nothing but study and work parttime during summer break? Is it okay for you to come hang out at my place?” Tomoya said teasingly. “That was the plan, but last night I happened to watch a TV show that featured hoarder houses.” Haruto continued speaking while organizing the messy manga on the bookshelf. “I suddenly got worried. What if the next hoarder house to be featured is my best friend’s room?” “My room is not that dirty!!”

    Tomoya leaned forward from the back of the chair and retorted vigorously. It was in the middle of summer, with scorching heat continuing day after day. The strong sunlight was shining brightly into Tomoya’s room. However, his room, equipped with air conditioning, was enjoying only the brightness of the sun while maintaining a comfortable temperature. “Well, I just came here to escape because my room’s air conditioner isn’t working properly.” Tomoya gave Haruto a deadpan look as he said this casually. “Hey, I’m going to charge you for the electricity bill.” “Then I’ll charge you for cleaning the room. Going back for all the times before too.” “I’m sorry. Please feel free to use the room as you wish.” Tomoya admitted defeat early. He leaned back against the chair again and asked Haruto. “By the way, wasn’t yesterday your first day of part-time work? How was housekeeping?” “Oh, right…” At Tomoya’s question, Haruto paused his cleaning and thought for a moment. “Well, it’s rewarding, I guess?” Haruto replied while recalling Tōjō-san’s smiling face saying “thank you” in his mind. “Huh? What are you grinning about, Haru?” At Tomoya’s remark, Haruto hastily fixed his expression. “Huh? I’m not grinning at all.” “No, you were definitely grinning just now… Ah, I get it!” “Wh-what is it?” “The client for the housekeeping service was a beautiful onee-san!” Haruto slightly raised his eyebrows at his best friend’s assertive words, which seemed to come from conviction. “That’s wrong!” “No, that’s definitely it. Plus that onee-san is a tired office worker.” “Don’t make up weird fantasies.” “Even more, that onee-san is very sexy. Haru is the type who hides things like that because he’s repressed.”

    Haruto looked exasperated at Tomoya, who folded his arms as if he understood and nodded in agreement, saying “Yep, yep.” “There’s no way! And who are you calling repressed?” “I’m wrong? But the client was a beautiful woman, right?” “Why are you so sure?” “Huh? Because I can feel it.” Tomoya said as if it were a matter of course. Was it just a coincidence, or was he really sharp? Haruto forced a slightly strained smile at his unpredictable best friend. “Hey Haru. What’s the real story? Did some kind of sexy event happen?” “There’s no way such an event would happen with Tōjō-san.” “…Huh? Tōjō-san?” “…Ah…” Haruto, who had accidentally let it slip, quickly shut his mouth. “Eh?! Tōjō-san? That Tōjō-san?! Tōjō Ayaka-san?!” “No… That’s not-” “It is! That reaction definitely means it’s Tōjō Ayaka-san!” Though astonished, Tomoya seemed to have become convinced that Haruto’s housekeeping client was Tōjō-san. Haruto decided that it was impossible to deceive him and confessed to Tomoya, while also asking him to keep quiet. “You absolutely must not tell anyone that Tōjō-san requested housekeeping, okay? If I don’t properly protect the personal information and privacy of customers, the company will get angry at me. I trust you, Tomoya. If you spread it around, I’ll cut ties with you.” “No, no, I won’t spread it around, but seriously… And? How was it?” “How was what?” Haruto tilted his head while resuming the cleaning of Tomoya’s room. “What do you mean ‘how’? You were invited, right? To that Tōjō-san’s house.” “Invited, huh…” Haruto looked at Tomoya with an exasperated expression. “I didn’t go to Tōjō-san’s house to hang out, I went to work.” “Right. So, what’s Tōjō-san’s house like? Did it smell good, as expected?” Haruto let out a big sigh, “Haa,” at his best friend who kept asking questions with great curiosity, completely ignoring what he was saying.

    “Hey, you sound like a pervert. Also, that question is customer personal information, so I cannot tell you.” “Tch, what the heck, you’re stingy. I’m your best friend, aren’t I?” Haruto skillfully ignored Tomoya, who was pouting his lips exaggeratedly and looking sulky. If a cute girl made such a gesture, his heart might waver a little, but unfortunately, no matter how much a guy pouts his lips, Haruto’s heart wouldn’t budge. In fact, it would just make him more annoyed. “Stingy~ Stingy Haru~ Stingy stingy stingy~~” “Shut up!” Haruto threw the music magazine he was holding for tidying up. Tomoya casually dodged it and laughed joyfully. “But that’s good, Haru.” “Huh? What is?” “You’re likely to become friends with Tōjō-san this summer break, aren’t you? I’m so jealous~” Tomoya sat cross-legged on the chair, grinning. However, Haruto furrowed his brows, unable to understand what he was saying. “Why would we become friends just because I went to her house once?” “Huh? Won’t you be going to Tōjō-san’s house many times while you’re working part-time from now on?” Tomoya said with a puzzled look. Haruto denied his words, shaking his head. “No way, no way. This is the only time. I won’t be going to Tōjō-san’s house again.” “Huh? Why?” “Why? Normally, wouldn’t you hate it? If a classmate came to your house and did housework like cleaning. If I were Tōjō-san, even if I were to ask for housekeeping again, I would specify a different person. It would be too awkward to have a classmate do your housework.” “Hmm~? Is that so?” Tomoya tilted his head at Haruto’s words and looked at the classmate who was currently cleaning his room. “Nah, I don’t think it’s awkward?” “…………” Haruto’s mouth twitched at his best friend’s words, spoken casually. “Maybe I should charge you for the money after all.” Haruto muttered in a low voice.

    “What?! Pl-please, anything but that! I just bought this and I’m broke!” Tomoya pleaded with Haruto with a desperate look, hugging the black case he had placed nearby. “Huh? Did you buy a new one?” The black case Tomoya was hugging was a guitar case. He started playing the guitar in elementary school and is now in a band with students from other schools. “That’s right. The other day when I went to the instrument store, I fell in love with this one at first sight,” Tomoya laughed with a “Dehehe~” and rubbed his cheek against the guitar. Haruto, slightly taken aback by his best friend’s perverted behavior, looked at the other guitar leaning against the wall. “Do you need two guitars?” “Yes! You can never have too many guitars!” “Hmm, is that so.” Haruto, who was unfamiliar with musical instruments and music, resumed cleaning Tomoya’s room with a nonchalant reply. “Hey! Show some more interest!” “But I don’t really understand instruments and I don’t plan on playing any.” “Don’t say that, Haru. Start playing the guitar too and let’s form a band!” Tomoya said, wiggling both hands like he would teach him everything from scratch, “I’ll teach you hand-in-hand and foot-in-foot!” “No, I’ll pass.” “Eh~ Then be the vocalist. Our band is planning to have a live performance at the school festival this year. Let’s enjoy our youth together!!” To Tomoya, who said this with a big smile and a thumbs-up, Haruto replied with disinterest, without stopping his cleaning, “No, I won’t.” “Don’t say that~ Let’s form a band~ Let’s enjoy music together~” Haruto continued cleaning, ignoring Tomoya who was whining like a young child. “Haru~ Let’s form a band~ Let’s enjoy music together~” “Ah, yeah, okay, I’ll think about it a little. Speaking of which, isn’t Haruka-chan here today?” To Tomoya, who was persistently recruiting him, Haruto replied vaguely. And to change the subject, he asked about his sister. “She’s gone to summer school since this morning again today.”

    “I see, Haruka-chan is taking entrance exams next year, huh.” Tomoya, his best friend, has a sister two years younger than him. Tomoya is not only Haruto’s best friend but also his childhood friend. And his sister is like a real sister to Haruto as well. When they were little, they often played together as a trio, and Tomoya’s sister, Haruka, also looked up to Haruto, calling him “Haru-nii”. “She’s really putting in effort, saying she’s going to the same high school as Haru next year.” “I see, Haruka-chan will be a junior next year then.” “If she passes the entrance exam successfully.” “Haruka-chan will be fine, I’m sure.” Since she’s a smart kid in every way, she’s probably going to be attending his high school next year. As Haruto smiled imagining that time, Tomoya saw it and gave a smirk with a fearless expression. “Hey Haru. Are you cheating on Tōjō-san with Haruka?” “Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Besides, I just said it, didn’t I? I won’t be called to Tōjō-san’s house again.” “Really?” Tomoya, who was grinning as if he found it amusing, threw a word of doubt at Haruto, who stated it definitively. ※※※ “There was a time when I thought I would definitely not be called again…” In front of a certain mansion, Haruto muttered to himself, not speaking to anyone in particular. Yesterday, Haruto had emphatically told Tomoya that he would not be called to the Tōjō house again. Indeed, he himself had thought that he would not go to the Tōjō house again. Precisely because he had thought so, now standing in front of the Tōjō house, various anxieties welled up. “Maybe… I was called because there was a complaint about the last time? Like the hamburg steak had gone bad and caused food poisoning? No, no, if something like that happened, they’d normally complain directly to the company…” Various thoughts raced through Haruto’s head.

    None of them were realistic or likely to happen, but Haruto, trapped in negative thoughts, pressed the intercom with fingertips that felt unnaturally heavy. The ringing sound “Ping-Pong”. The moment of silence that followed felt endlessly long to Haruto. “Yes~ yes~. Who is it?” Contrary to Haruto’s tension, the voice coming from the intercom was unbelievably cheerful. “Ah, I am from the housekeeping service.” “Oh my! I was waiting for you! I’ll open the entrance now, so please wait.” Haruto tilted his head at the voice from the intercom. It sounded similar to Tōjō-san’s voice, but the tension was strangely high and didn’t seem to match her usual atmosphere. Perhaps it was Tōjō-san’s older sister or someone like that. In Haruto’s mind, the image of Tōjō Ayaka was more of a gentle person than an energetic one. When he visited the house last time, she seemed like a quiet, responsible older sister who took good care of her young brother. While thinking such things and waiting, the entrance door rattled open, and a woman appeared. She was probably in her late twenties. She had a very beautiful face and had a similar atmosphere to Tōjō-san, so she must be Tōjō-san’s older sister after all. “You’re Ōtsuki-kun! Come in, come in!” “Ah, yes. Um, excuse me for intruding.” Haruto, invited in with high tension, stepped into the house and put on the slippers he had brought. At that moment, he noticed Ryōta peering at them from the back of the hallway. “Ryōta-kun, hello.” “…Hello.” “Was the hamburg steak delicious?” Ryōta was still showing a little wariness. However, his expression softened at Haruto’s question. “Yeah. It was delicious.” “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Ryōta-kun.” When Haruto said this with a gentle smile, Ryōta smiled back slightly bashfully. “Hehehehe, I heard from Ayaka that Ryōta was eating the hamburg steak so intently.”

    The woman, who seemed to be Tōjō-san’s older sister, watched the scene with a warm smile. “Mom ate that hamburg steak too, right?! It was delicious, right?!” Perhaps to hide his embarrassment, Ryōta earnestly explained how delicious the hamburg steak was. “That’s right, it was very delicious.” Hearing that conversation, Haruto froze in shock. To his surprise, the person he had thought was Tōjō-san’s older sister was actually her mother. The woman smiling at Ryōta looked so young that it was hard to believe she was a mother of two children. Unaware that Haruto was in such shock, Ryōta asked him with an expectant look. “What are you making today?” “Now, now, Ryōta. First, we need to show Ōtsuki-kun to the living room.” “Ah, okay.” Ryōta honestly nodded to his mother, who gently admonished him, and then said “This way” and guided Haruto. Haruto followed him with a smile and entered the living room. “Actually, Ryōta kept asking all morning, ‘Is the Onii-chan who made the delicious hamburg steak coming today too?’ He was persistent.” “Is that so?” Haruto, while internally shaken by the fact that the person he thought was Tōjō-san’s older sister was her mother, somehow managed to maintain a pleasant smile and replied. “Allow me to reintroduce myself. Thank you very much for using our housekeeping service this time. I am Ōtsuki, in charge. This time, we have received a request from Tōjō-sama for the three-hour course, which includes cleaning and dinner preparation. Is that correct?” “Yes~ yes, that’s correct.” To Haruto, who confirmed in a business-like tone, Tōjō-san’s mother nodded once, then looked a little dissatisfied. “Ayaka told me that Ōtsuki-kun is Ayaka’s classmate, isn’t that right?” “Ah, yes. That is correct.” “Then you don’t need to use such formal language! You don’t need to call me Tōjō-sama either, call me Ikue.” Haruto showed confusion at Tōjō-san’s mother’s request. “No, but even if you are a classmate’s mother, Tōjō-sama is a customer to me, so…”

    “Don’t say such lonely things, please be more casual, okay?” “No… but…” “Please? Can’t you?” Haruto involuntarily averted his gaze from Tōjō-san’s mother, who put her hands together, tilted her head, and looked up at him pleadingly. Tōjō-san’s mother was a woman truly worthy of being called a “beauty witch,” as if the charm of an absolute beautiful high school girl, Tōjō Ayaka, had been enhanced with adult allure. At her “plea,” Haruto’s heart, being in the prime of his youth, wavered greatly. “…Understood. I-Ikue-san.” “I’m so happy! Thank you, Ōtsuki-kun!” “Y-yes.” Haruto bowed his head slightly, his cheeks faintly flushed. Just then, Tōjō-san came into the living room. “Oh, Ōtsuki-kun. You’re here. Welcome.” “Excuse me for intruding. Tōjō-sama… Tōjō-san.” The moment he said Tōjō-sama, Haruto felt Ikue’s gaze and quickly corrected himself. “Thank you for using our service again.” “Yeah. Last time, I told my parents that the cleaning and the hamburg steak were done by the housekeeping service, and when I told them the staff member was Ōtsuki-kun from the same class, both my parents really wanted to meet you. Also, Ryōta kept insisting he wanted to eat Ōtsukikun’s food again.” To Tōjō-san, who spoke a little shyly, Haruto bowed his head politely. “I’m very glad you were satisfied with the previous service. I will do my best to meet your expectations again this time.” “U-um. Thank you.” Tōjō-san bowed her head as if pulled along by Haruto. Ikue, who was watching the two, said “Oh my” while placing a hand on her cheek. “You two are classmates, aren’t you? Why don’t you interact in a more friendly way?” To her mother’s words, her daughter, Tōjō-san, showed a slightly troubled expression. “But I’ve never talked to Ōtsuki-kun at school before…” “Oh, then why don’t you take this opportunity to become friends? Right, Ōtsuki-kun?” “Huh?! Ah, yes. Um, that’s… right.”

    Haruto, who was suddenly spoken to, hesitated for a moment on how to answer, but decided that opposing the current flow would be a terrible situation, so he agreed, albeit with hesitation. To Haruto’s reply, Ikue nodded with satisfaction and said to her daughter. “Ayaka, you don’t have any boy friends, do you? Ōtsuki-kun seems like a good kid, so this is a good opportunity.” “Wait, wait, Mom! I didn’t call Ōtsuki-kun for that reason!” “Oh? Ayaka, you don’t want to be friends with Ōtsuki-kun?” “That’s… it’s not that I don’t want to…” “Then you want to be friends! I’m sorry, Ōtsuki-kun, but this child has always been like this about such things; she’s not frank.” “H-Hold on, Mom… Ugh…” To Tōjō, who groaned in protest with a bright red face, Haruto said “Ahaha…” and managed to laugh it off for the moment, then steered the conversation towards work. “Um, well then, I’d like to start with the cleaning right away, but are there any specific requests beforehand?” “Requests… Hmm~” After thinking for a moment, Ikue turned her gaze towards the window. “Come to think of it, I’ve been bothered by the dirt on the windows lately. Could I ask you to clean those too?” “Yes, understood.” Haruto bowed once, then immediately headed towards the window and checked the glass up close. “Certainly, the dirt is a little noticeable.” “Right? It became like this because of the yellow sand and rain the other day.” “Understood. I will start cleaning right away then.” Haruto rolled up the sleeves of his shirt in order to clean. “Oh my, Ōtsuki-kun, your arms are quite thick, aren’t they?” Looking at Haruto’s upper arms that were revealed by rolling up his sleeves, Ikue said with admiration. “Are you doing any sports or anything?” “Actually, I have been going to a karate dojo since I was little.” “Oh my! Ōtsuki-kun is a karate boy! That’s amazing!” To Ikue, who praised him clapping her hands, Haruto bowed his head, slightly embarrassed, saying “Thank you very much.”

    Feeling slightly better after being praised by Ikue, Haruto took out the necessary items for window cleaning from the luggage he had brought with him and began wiping the windows. For large items like vacuum cleaners, it’s common to use the ones placed in the house. However, for small items like rags used for wiping, he uses those he brought himself. Some of these were provided by the company, but Haruto also prepared some on his own. When he told his grandmother that he was doing a part-time job in housekeeping, his grandmother gave him various convenient items that she thought would be useful. Haruto moistened newspaper with water in order to wipe the window. Just then, Ryōta came over and asked with a curious face. “What are you doing with the newspaper?” “If you wipe the window with this, the ink from the newspaper removes the dirt, you see.” “Huh~ That’s amazing! I want to try wiping too!” Ryōta seemed to be gradually opening up to Haruto, sticking close to Haruto while he cleaned, and occasionally asking questions. “Would you like to try? Well then, how about we wipe there with this?” “Okay!” Haruto handed Ryōta the newspaper squeezed of water, and pointed to a place that he could reach, saying. “I’m sorry, Ōtsuki-kun. Ryōta is getting in the way.” Ikue, who was working on her laptop in the living room after asking Haruto to clean, called out. “No, it is helpful because Ryōta-kun is assisting me.” “That’s right, Mom! I’m helping out!” To his mother’s words “getting in the way,” Ryōta pouted and retorted. “Thanks to Ryōta-kun, it looks like the window cleaning will be finished quickly.” “Ehehehe” To Haruto gently stroking Ryōta’s head, Ryōta also smiled happily. “Oh dear, Ryōta seems to have completely taken to Ōtsuki-kun, they’re like real siblings, aren’t they? Right, Ayaka?” “Huh? …Oh, yeah. That’s right.” Tōjō, who had been staring blankly at Haruto cleaning while resting her chin on her hand next to her mother, snapped back to reality when suddenly spoken to. Seeing her reaction, Ikue smiled slyly.

    “Ayaka, you were spacing out. Are you upset that Ryōta has been taken by Ōtsuki-kun? Or perhaps…” Her mother said to her daughter with a mischievous smile. “Were you captivated by Ōtsuki-kun?” “Kh!! W-What are you saying, Mom!!” Tōjō involuntarily stood up from her chair with a clatter and glared at her mother. “Getting so defensive~ How youthful~” “N-No, that’s not it! It’s not like that!!”

    To that loud voice, Ryōta, who had been wiping the windows with Haruto, looked at his sister strangely. “Onee-chan, why is your face so red? Did you catch a cold?” “I-it’s not red! It’s not a cold! I don’t know anymore!” shouted Tōjō followed by her quickly exiting the living room. “Mom, what’s wrong with Onee-chan?” Ryōta, who couldn’t understand his sister’s state, looked at the living room door after his sister had left with a bewildered expression. Ikue said with a smile, “Ufufufu”. “Onee-chan, you see, is enjoying life right now.” “Onee-chan didn’t look like she was enjoying herself just now.” “Fufu, it’s still too early for Ryōta.” Without letting her cheerful smile fade, his mother turned her gaze towards Haruto, who was diligently wiping the windows beside Ryōta. “I’d be happy if spring came for my daughter too, you know…” That small murmur, full of a mother’s affection, yet slightly lonely, but also seemingly happy, felt like it faintly reached the ears of Haruto, who was devoted to cleaning. ※※※ Following the window cleaning, Haruto spent an hour cleaning the Tōjō house, including floor and toilet cleaning. “Ikue-san, the cleaning is finished, but are there any further requests?” “No! The cleaning is perfect! Thank you for your hard work.” Haruto reported to Ikue that the cleaning was finished. Ikue, who had her laptop open and was working in the living room, showed a look of satisfaction at Haruto’s report. “It’s the first time my work has progressed this much while at home! Usually, cleaning and laundry take up time and I can’t concentrate easily. You’re truly a lifesaver~” “I’m glad I could be of service. Now then, are there any preferences for the dinner menu?” At Haruto’s words, Ikue put her hand on her chin and pondered. “Hmm, well… Since it’s hot, I feel like eating something refreshing. But something with a little volume would be helpful.” Saying that, Ikue looked at Ryōta, who was sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

    Perhaps he enjoyed cleaning with Haruto so much, he had been clinging to him until midway. However, perhaps he got too tired from playing around, he started dozing off in the latter half, so Haruto carried him to the sofa and put him to sleep. “Ryōta-kun is at the peak of his appetite, after all.” “That’s right. For me, sōmen or something similar would be fine, but Ryōta, you see…” Certainly, sōmen can be eaten smoothly even in hot summer, but that alone would probably be a little unsatisfying for a child at the peak of their appetite. Furthermore, it’s a little difficult to get a balanced intake of nutrients with just that. After thinking for a moment, Haruto suggested a menu. “Then, how about lemon-flavored cream pasta? I think it can be eaten refreshingly with the sourness of lemon.” “Oh my! That sounds good!” “Also, how about cold potage for soup, and Caprese for salad?” “It sounds like it will be a stylish and wonderful dinner! Oh, and about the ingredients for dinner, the refrigerator is completely empty right now. Could I ask you to do the shopping as well?” “Yes, there’s no problem.” Shopping for ingredients is also within the scope of housekeeping service duties. As Haruto nodded, Ikue immediately handed him the money. “Will this be enough?” Saying that, inside the envelope handed to Haruto, there were three 10,000-yen bills. Haruto felt a strange sense of understanding at the large amount of money casually handed to him, thinking, “I see, so this is what what it means to be wealthy.” “I believe the amount is sufficient. Regarding shopping, are there any specific supermarkets or ingredients you’d like?” It is not uncommon for some people to have strong preferences about the stores they shop at or the origin of ingredients. However, Ikue said while lightly waving her hand. “Not particularly, do you know the location of the supermarket?” “Yes, that’s fine. Then I’ll go shopping.” Just as Haruto said that and was about to leave the living room, Ryōta, who had been sleeping on the sofa, sat up with a start. “…Huh? Onii-chan, where are you going?”

    Ryōta asked while rubbing his eyes. “I’m going to go shopping for dinner.” “…Shopping?” “Yeah, that’s right.” The moment Haruto replied, Ryōta’s drowsy eyes sharply woke up. “I’ll go too!!” Ryōta said, jumping off the sofa and running towards Haruto. Apparently, by cleaning together, he had completely opened his heart to Haruto and become attached to him. “No, Ryōta. Ōtsuki-kun isn’t going out to play, you know?” “Ehh~! I want to go shopping too!” Ikue made a slightly troubled face at Ryōta, who was whining. Feeling it would be too much to have Haruto do the shopping and also look after Ryōta, Ikue shook her head at Ryōta’s request. “No~. Ōtsuki-kun is working, you know? Let’s stay home and wait for Ōtsuki-kun, Ryōta?” At his mother’s persuasion, Ryōta tightly clenched his fists and looked down. “Even though I was helping Onii-chan with cleaning just now…” Perhaps Ryōta really wanted to go shopping with Haruto, for slight tears were welling up at the corners of his eyes. “Oh dear, he’s usually such an obedient child… He must really like Ōtsuki-kun.” “Um, I don’t mind?” Haruto said he didn’t mind taking Ryōta with him for shopping. However, perhaps still feeling apologetic, Ikue showed a slightly troubled look, then suddenly had a look as if something occurred to her. “In that case, maybe I should ask Ayaka to go shopping with you too.” Saying that, Ikue left the living room and headed towards the stairs in the hallway. “Ayakaa~ come here for a moment~” Ikue raised her voice a little loudly. Tōjō had been holed up in her room ever since she left the living room earlier after being teased by her mother. “Ayakaa~!” At her mother’s call echoing again, Tōjō appeared with the sound of a door opening with a rattle. “…What?”

    Saying that, she looked slightly displeased. Seeing her daughter’s state, Ikue said with a beaming smile. “Ryōta says he wants to go with Ōtsuki-kun for shopping and won’t listen. So, I was wondering if you could go shopping with him too to look after Ryōta?” “Ehh…” Ayaka cast a suspicious look at her mother’s words. “There’s nothing suspicious about it, you know? See, having Ōtsuki-kun do the shopping and also look after Ryōta would be too much, wouldn’t it?” “That’s… true, but…” “Right? So please, go with him and look after Ryōta?” “…Okay.” Tōjō nodded, and Ikue broke into a wide smile. “Ryōta, Onee-chan will go with you, so you can go shopping.” “Yayyyy!!” Ryōta, exploding with joy while waving his hands in the air, ran up to his sister who had come down the stairs. “Thank you, Onee-chan!! I love you, Onee-chan!!” “Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re going shopping, aren’t you? Hurry up and get ready to go out.” Ayaka gave a curt reply to her brother’s words, but the corners of her mouth were slightly twitching into a grin. “I’m sorry, Ōtsuki-kun, I need some time to get ready, could you wait just a little longer?” “Yes, I don’t mind at all.” Saying that, Ayaka returned to her room for a moment, changed into clothes suitable for going out, and came out. Ryōta had also finished changing and was already waiting restlessly by the entrance, having changed into outdoor shoes. “Onee-chan, you’re slow! Hurry, hurry!!” “Okay, okay, calm down a little, Ryōta.” A younger brother rushing his older sister. An older sister admonishing her younger brother. Haruto watched the exchange between the Tōjō siblings with a fond smile, and he himself changed into outdoor shoes and reached for the entrance door. “Then, I’ll be going.” “I’ll be going.” “We’re going~!!”

    To the three different versions of “I’ll be going,” Ikue, who had come to see them off at the entrance, waved with a smile. “Okay~, have a good trip. Be careful of cars.” Haruto and the others passed through the gate of Tōjō house and headed towards the supermarket. Perhaps Ryōta was extremely happy to be able to come shopping with them, he had been restless ever since they stepped outside. Thinking it would be dangerous if a car or something suddenly appeared at this rate, Haruto called out to Ryōta. “Ryōta-kun, shall we hold hands on the way to the supermarket?” “Yeah!!” Ryōta nodded honestly, came over, and happily held hands with Haruto. “Sorry, Ōtsuki-kun, for making you put up with Ryōta’s selfishness.” “No, no, I’m perfectly fine.” Haruto replied with a gentle smile. He sometimes lifted his arm and let Ryōta hang from it, and they headed towards the supermarket while playing on the way. “Ōtsuki-kun is kind, isn’t he?” “Huh? Is that so?” Haruto, who was carrying Ryōta on his shoulders this time, gave an ambiguous reply to Ayaka’s words. “Yeah, that’s right. You takes really good care of Ryōta.” “Ah, maybe that’s because I’m an only child.” Haruto also replied with a smile to Ayaka, who was looking up at Ryōta, who was happily giggling on his shoulders, with gentle eyes. “When I interact with Ryōta-kun, it makes me genuinely happy. I wonder if this is what it would be like if I had a younger brother.” “Sometimes he’s selfish and not cute, though.” “Even so, I’m jealous, you know. If you’re an only child, you can’t even fight.” “That’s true too.” “Onee-chan and Onii-chan, what are you talking about?” Ryōta, who was on his shoulders, looked down at them with a bewildered expression. “We’re talking about how Ryōta and Ōtsuki-kun look like brothers. Look, we’re almost at the supermarket, so get down from Ōtsuki-kun.” “Okay~” Prompted by his sister, Ryōta obediently got down from Haruto.

    “Hey, hey, Onii-chan. Will you carry me on your shoulders again?” “Yeah, if we come shopping again, I’ll do it.” “Yay!” Ryōta smiled at Haruto’s words. Led by his reaction, Haruto and Ayaka also smiled. Shortly after, Haruto and the others arrived at the supermarket and began gathering the necessary ingredients for dinner. “Speaking of which, Ōtsuki-kun. What’s on the menu for dinner today?” Ayaka asked Haruto while hooking her arm through a shopping basket placed at the entrance. “I’m thinking of making lemon-flavored cream pasta, cold potage, and Caprese for salad.” “Hmm, for cream pasta, you’ll need milk and fresh cream, right?” “That’s right, and I’d like bacon too. Also, if there are any green vegetables on sale, I’d like to include them. For color.” As they exchanged such conversation and headed towards the vegetable section, Ryōta, who had been listening to their talk, ran towards the asparagus display. “Onii-chan! This bunch is ninety-eight yen! Hey, is it cheap?” “Oh, this is certainly cheap. Good job, Ryōta-kun.” The asparagus Ryōta held in his hand was a decent amount bundled together. Although they were all thin, since it was for pasta this time, thin ones were convenient as they would mix well with the noodles. Haruto took the bunch of asparagus, ruffled his hair saying “Thank you,” and Ryōta showed a very happy expression. “Tōjō-san, I’ll carry the basket.” “Oh, okay. Thanks.” Haruto took the shopping basket from Ayaka while putting the asparagus in it. Ayaka stared intently at Haruto’s casual action. “Hmm? Is something wrong?” “…Ōtsuki-kun, do you have a girlfriend?” Unable to grasp the intention of Ayaka’s sudden question, Haruto tilted his head and replied with a bewildered look. “Huh? No, I don’t…?” “Is that so… You just naturally carried the bag for me, so I thought you might be used to that sort of thing.”

    “I’m in the middle of a housekeeping job right now. I can’t possibly have Tōjō-san, who is a customer, carry the luggage.” “I see… A customer…” “Yes, right. Ah, pumpkins are also a good deal. Let’s make pumpkin cold potage.” Haruto moved to the pumpkin display. And while carefully examining which pumpkin to buy, he asked Ryōta, who was next to him, “Do you like pumpkins?” Ayaka silently stared at Haruto’s back. Haruto talked gently to Ryōta, sometimes showing a soft smile. For some reason, Ayaka’s gaze was drawn to him. Then, Haruto initiated a conversation with her. “Pumpkins last longer if you remove the seeds and freeze them, so is it okay if I buy a whole one?” “…Huh? Oh, yeah. I think it’s fine.” Ayaka, for a moment, had a blank expression as she couldn’t understand the question, but she quickly came back to herself and nodded to Haruto. “Understood. Well then, next is tomatoes. Ryōta-kun, let’s go look at the tomatoes.” “Yeah! Tomatoes!” Haruto put the pumpkin in the shopping basket, held hands with Ryōta, and headed towards the tomato display. And, a moment later, Ayaka followed after Haruto in a hurry. After that, Haruto and the others continued to gather the necessary ingredients for dinner. In the process, Haruto was reminded again that Tōjō Ayaka was called the school’s idol. This was because while they were shopping, he felt a lot of stares from passing customers and those around them. The people around them who were glancing were looking at Ayaka, so Haruto wasn’t receiving direct stares. However, it still bothered him quite a bit, so Ayaka, who was receiving direct stares, must feel quite depressed. Worried, Haruto peeked at her state, but she seemed used to such stares and didn’t appear to be bothered much. After finishing shopping for necessary ingredients such as vegetables, bacon, cheese, and milk, they left the supermarket, and Haruto let out a sigh of relief, “Hoo,” as if he was a little relieved. He seemed a little tired from the stares directed at them. Most of the stares were directed at Ayaka, but there were also some people who directed hateful, jealous looks at Haruto.

    “Tōjō-san, it must be tough in crowded places.” Haruto couldn’t help but sympathize with Ayaka. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, that’s right. I’ve gotten a little used to it recently, but I don’t feel very good about it, I guess?” She showed a little hesitation at first, but Ayaka, who understood what Haruto was saying, replied with a wry smile. “Sometimes, though, how should I put it… There are times when I feel a sticky stare, and at those times, it can get quite scary.” “I see, being too cute is also difficult.” “Cu…?” At Haruto’s words, which he muttered as if to himself, Ayaka abruptly stopped walking. “Hmm? Is something wrong?” Haruto asked Ayaka, who had suddenly stopped moving, with a puzzled look. “U-um! It’s nothing.” She showed an ambiguous smile and started walking quickly with steady steps. Looking up at his sister’s expression, Ryōta asked her a question with pure curiosity. “Onee-chan? Your face is red?” “I-it’s because it’s hot! Let’s hurry home!” Ayaka quickly turned her face away from her brother, who was trying to peek at her face, and hurried along, accelerating her pace like she was rushing to get ahead, and rushed home. ※※※ Haruto and the others finished their shopping at the supermarket and returned home. Holding an eco-bag in one hand, Haruto entered the dining room to find an unfamiliar man sitting at the dining table. “Welcome back, you must be Ōtsuki-kun from the housekeeping service, right?” “Ah, yes. Um…” Haruto showed a slightly flustered reaction to the man he had just met. Passing by his side, Ryōta ran up to the man. “Welcome home, Papa!”

    “I’m home, Ryōta! Did you have fun shopping?” The man lifted Ryōta up and asked with a smile. It seemed that the man holding Ryōta was his father. Haruto straightened his posture and bowed politely. “Nice to meet you. I am Ōtsuki from the housekeeping service.” “It’s very polite of you. I am Ryōta and Ayaka’s father.” While holding Ryōta, Tōjō’s father slightly lowered his head. “Dad, you came home early today,” said Ayaka, who entered the dining room after Haruto and Ryōta. “Well, since Ōtsuki-kun was coming today, I finished work early and came home.” Tōjō’s father said that, and then turned his eyes towards Haruto with expectation. “It seems you’re making cream pasta this time. The hamburg steak last time was exquisite, so I have high expectations for this dish as well.” “Thank you very much. I will do my best to meet your expectations.” Saying that, Haruto immediately went into the kitchen and started preparing dinner. First, he finely chopped the pumpkin for the potage and put it in the microwave, and in the meantime, he rubbed salt into the asparagus for the pasta. After preparing the asparagus, he proceeded with the cooking, such as slicing the tomatoes for the Caprese and putting them in the freezer. Haruto’s movements in the kitchen were without hesitation, and he proceeded with the cooking in a skilled manner. Seeing him, Ikue said admiringly. “You’re very efficient! Cooking men are wonderful!” Tōjō’s father next to Ikue also nodded, praising Haruto’s cooking appearance. “Ōtsuki-kun’s cooking appearance is like that of a seasoned chef, you just can’t help but watch.” “Thank you very much. I’m very happy to hear you say that. I’ll do my best to make the taste satisfactory as well.” Haruto, while quickly mashing the microwaved pumpkin, bowed his head to Mr. and Mrs. Tōjō with a slightly embarrassed smile. “Hmm, I never thought there would be such a wonderful child as you among Ayaka’s classmates.” Tōjō’s father seemed to have taken a liking to Haruto’s polite demeanor and his work as a housekeeping service. He asked his daughter, who was

    sitting across the dining table. “Ayaka, are you close with Ōtsuki-kun?” “…Huh? Um, not really, I guess…” To his daughter’s reply, Tōjō’s father looked between Haruto and Ayaka with a serious expression. “It’s true, you know? Until he came to the house for housekeeping service, I’d hardly ever talked to Ōtsuki-kun.” “Hmm. Is that so.” Saying that, he looked at Haruto. Receiving Tōjō’s father’s gaze, Haruto replied similarly. “Yes, I haven’t had many chances to talk to Tōjō-san at school.” “I see, no, but Ōtsuki-kun seems serious and sincere. Taking this opportunity, I would be happy if you could become friends with my daughter.” “Wait a minute!? Dad!” Ayaka panicked at her father’s remark. She looked at Haruto apologetically. “I’m sorry, Ōtsuki-kun. Dad said something weird.” “No, no, I don’t mind at all. Well, being called here for housekeeping for Tōjō-san’s house is also a kind of fate, and as Dad said, I hope we can become friends as classmates from now on.” “Huh? Ah, yes! Y-yes, that’s right.” Ayaka looked a little surprised at Haruto’s words, yet smiled with an expression that wasn’t entirely displeased. Seeing their interaction, Tōjō’s father cleared his throat softly. “Ōtsuki-kun, I’m happy you’re getting along with my daughter… but you have no right to call me ‘Dad’!!” Tōjō’s father said that firmly, as if it were his ultimate line. “Ah, no! Um, I’m terribly sorry!!” Haruto apologized, bowing his head in a hurry with a flustered look. “Ahahahaha! No, no, it was a joke, Ōtsuki-kun.” In response, Tōjō’s father laughed very cheerfully and said, “I’ve always wanted to say that once in my life.” “…Ah, I was surprised.” “Dad… terrible…” Told it was a joke, Haruto sighed in relief, while his daughter Ayaka glared at her father with a menacing look and muttered words of accusation.

    Haruto forced a smile at Tōjō’s father’s joke, but didn’t stop his hands from preparing dinner. Just then, Ryōta, who had been playing with his mother, ran up to him. “Hey, Onii-chan.” “Hmm? What is it, Ryōta-kun?” “Aren’t you eating with us?” Haruto was troubled by Ryōta looking up at him with pure eyes. Haruto’s contract time for housekeeping service is from 3 PM to 6 PM. Therefore, if he were to eat dinner with the Tōjō family, it would exceed his contract time. It wouldn’t be a problem for Haruto in particular, but from the Tōjō family’s side, they might feel inconvenienced if he stayed longer than the contracted time. With such thoughts, Haruto was about to tell Ryōta, “I can’t eat with you.” However, before he could say it, Tōjō’s father opened his mouth. “That’s a good idea! How about it, Ōtsuki-kun? If it’s not too much trouble, why don’t you join us for dinner?” Haruto was flustered by Tōjō’s father, who was completely enthusiastic. “It’s not a bother for me at all, but I’m here for work, so…” To Haruto’s hesitant words, Ikue also said with a smile. “Oh, don’t be silly, Ōtsuki-kun, I told you earlier, didn’t I? You’re Ayaka’s classmate, so please relax more.” “But, um… Tōjō-san, won’t it be awkward for you?” “It’s totally fine!” “I’m okay!” To Haruto’s words, both father and daughter responded at the same time. It was natural since they were both ‘Tōjō’. After their voices overlapped, the father looked at his daughter’s face and chuckled, “Hahaha.” “Ōtsuki-kun, with that way of calling us, you won’t know who’s who. After all, everyone here is Tōjō-san.” Tōjō’s father said that with a slightly mischievous expression. “By the way, my name is Shūichi. Since ‘Tōjō-san’ is confusing, I’d be happy if you’d call me by my name from now on.” Despite being bewildered by those words, Haruto complied with Shūichi’s request. “Um, understood, Shūichi-san.” Shūichi nodded with satisfaction at Haruto’s reply. “Then… Shūichi-san, is it alright if I join you for dinner?”

    “Of course it is.” Haruto gave a wry smile at Shūichi’s immediate reply. “Tōjō-sa— Ah… Ayaka-san, is it okay too?” Haruto was about to say ‘Tōjō-san’ to Ayaka, but seeing Shūichi raise his eyebrow playfully, he switched to calling her by her name. “U-um. It’s fine with me too.” Perhaps not used to being called by her first name by a man, she replied with slightly flushed cheeks. Indeed, at school, she was always surrounded by girls, and Haruto had hardly ever seen her talking with boys. Even if she did, it was only to convey messages about classes, and in such a situation, there would probably not be a single male student at the school Haruto attended who would call Ayaka by her first name. And now, Haruto had ended up calling her by her first name in a way that was practically endorsed by her parents. Haruto felt a complex mix of emotions in his chest—happy, embarrassed, and awkward. To him, Ryōta directed a smile of pure, innocent joy. “Are you eating with us today, Onii-chan?” From the flow of the conversation so far, Ryōta somehow sensed that Haruto would be able to eat dinner with them. He lightly tugged at the sleeve of Haruto’s shirt, who was standing in the kitchen, and said with a beaming smile. Haruto, resigned to Ryōta’s full smile, squatted down and stroked his head, saying. “That’s right. Today, I’ll have dinner with Ryōta-kun.” “Yayyy!!” Ryōta, who nodded greatly at Haruto’s words, returned to his mother in the living room again. Haruto, whose heart was soothed by Ryōta’s smile, put his heart into providing the best dinner for the Tōjō family. Today’s menu was lemon-flavored cream pasta, pumpkin cold potage, and Caprese. These were dishes that could be eaten refreshingly even on a hot midsummer night. Haruto pureed the pumpkin to make it smooth, added milk and fresh cream, blended it, and then put it back in the refrigerator to chill. Next, he put the pasta in a pot of boiling water, and while it was cooking, he stir-fried bacon and asparagus in olive oil. The savory aroma of bacon and the elegant scent of olive oil wafting from the kitchen softened Shūichi’s expression.

    “Who taught you how to cook, Ōtsuki-kun?” “My grandmother taught me. Not only cooking but also housework like cleaning and laundry, everything is based on my grandmother’s teachings.” “Hoho, your grandmother seems to be a very wonderful person.” “Thank you very much.” Haruto bowed his head to Shūichi. To Haruto, his grandmother was his mentor in all matters of housework, and when his mentor was praised, Haruto, as her disciple, naturally couldn’t help but smile. After a while, Haruto finished all the cooking and arranged dinner for five people on the dining table. “Oh my! It feels like we’ve come to an Italian restaurant!” Seeing the dishes lined up on the table, Ikue’s face lit up. “Thank you, Ōtsuki-kun. Now, let’s eat everyone.” At Shūichi’s words, everyone in the Tōjō family sat down at the table. Haruto also joined them, a little reservedly. “Then, let’s eat.” Everyone followed Shūichi’s lead in saying “Itadakimasu” with their hands together. After that, Ryōta grabbed his fork at incredible speed and immediately started winding up the cream pasta and eating. “Delicious!! Onii-chan! This is super delicious!!” “Oh dear, Ryōta. Eat more slowly. You’ll choke.” Ikue warned Ryōta, who was stuffing cream pasta into his mouth at a speed as if he was swallowing a drink. However, his mother’s words couldn’t possibly reach Ryōta, who was engrossed in the pasta, and the contents of his plate were already running low. Haruto, who made the dish, smiled at Ryōta, who looked like he would finish eating in just three minutes after starting. “Ryōta-kun, I’ve prepared seconds properly, so you can eat slowly.” “Really!? I want seconds!!” Ryōta’s eyes lit up brightly at Haruto’s words. Then, Ayaka, seeing her brother’s plate, admonished him. “No, Ryōta. If you’re going to have seconds, make sure you eat everything neatly first.” “Ah, okay!” At his sister’s warning, Ryōta desperately scooped up the remaining pasta with his fork and ate it. As Haruto watched him with a fond smile, a hesitant

    voice called out from beside him. “Ōtsuki-kun, um… are there plenty of seconds?” When Haruto looked at Shūichi, the owner of the voice, there was a neatly empty plate. It seemed that the father had finished eating before Ryōta. “Yes, it’s alright.” “Is that so! Then, I’ll have seconds.” “Ah! Papa, that’s not fair! Seconds for me too!!” Ryōta, who had listened to his sister’s instructions and eaten everything neatly without leftovers, held out his plate to Haruto, not wanting to lose to his father. To the begging of the Tōjō father and son, Haruto smiled wryly, took the plates, and went to the kitchen. Thinking that it was good he had made a lot, considering Ryōta’s growing appetite, Haruto served seconds onto two plates. When he carried the seconds to Ryōta and Shūichi, their faces lit up brightly. They really were father and son, with exactly the same reaction, and while admiring them, Haruto couldn’t help but see them as dogs. Shūichi was like a Golden Retriever, and Ryōta was like a Shiba Inu puppy, perhaps. Imagining them vigorously wagging their tails with delicious food in front of them, Haruto bit his lip to stop himself from grinning. Seeing the men’s reactions, Ikue said with an amused smile. “Ufufu, you’re both devouring it like that, you can’t help yourselves, can you?” “This taste is just like a high-class restaurant. Don’t you think so too, Mom?” “Yes, indeed, this potage is also very smooth, and the seasoning is perfect and delicious.” “Thank you very much. I’m glad it suits your taste.” To Haruto, who expressed his gratitude politely, Ikue asked with interest. “Hey, hey, Ōtsuki-kun. What’s your specialty dish?” At Ikue’s question, Shūichi and Ayaka also showed interest and looked at him. Only Ryōta seemed unable to hear the voices around him, engrossed in the food in front of him. “Well… The hamburg steak the other day is also my specialty dish, but…” Regarding cooking, Haruto can generally make Japanese, Western, and Chinese dishes, but since his mentor, his grandmother, was skilled in

    Japanese cuisine, it’s inevitable that many of Haruto’s specialty dishes are Japanese. “I think I’m quite good at Japanese dishes like Nikujaga and Chikuzenni.” TL/N: “Nikujaga” is a Japanese comfort food consisting of simmered meat, potatoes, and onions in a slightly sweet soy-based sauce. “Chikuzenni” is a traditional braised dish made with chicken and various root vegetables, often served during celebrations. Both are dishes that his grandmother often made for him since he was little, and they are familiar dishes for Haruto. “Ōtsuki-kun’s Nikujaga, I might want to try it…” “Oh dear, Ayaka, did Ōtsuki-kun capture your stomach?” “What!? Mom, don’t say strange things!” “Ufufu, I’m sorry.” “Geez…” To her mother’s teasing words, her daughter pouted. “However, I would like to try various other dishes Ōtsuki-kun makes from now on.” “Yes, I agree with you.” Ikue agreed with Shūichi’s words. “Therefore, Ōtsuki-kun.” Shūichi straightened up and turned towards Haruto, then took out a piece of paper from the shelf behind the dining table and placed it on the table so Haruto could see it. “This is… a flyer for a regular contract…” “Yes, we are very satisfied with your housekeeping. Therefore, from now on, we would like to sign a regular contract with Ōtsuki-kun specifically designated for our household’s housekeeping service.” Haruto showed a surprised expression at Shūichi’s words. “Um… well, thank you very much. I’m very happy.” “No, no! It’s us who should be thanking you.” “That’s right. We look forward to working with you from now on.” Shūichi and Ikue said with smiles. Haruto looked at Ayaka as if to gauge the situation, and she also said while looking down slightly at Haruto. “I look forward to working with you, Ōtsuki-kun.” “Y-yes, I look forward to working with you.” Haruto bowed somewhat bewilderedly. He had never imagined getting a regular contract nomination for a part-time job he had taken up on a shortterm basis.

    He had started the housekeeping service part-time job with a light heart, hoping it would help with funds for university, but he never expected to be favored by the family of the school’s idol and end up commuting there during the summer vacation. It was too unexpected for Haruto, so he temporarily gave up thinking and wiped the potage mustache from Ryōta’s mouth.

  • Chapter 02: First Customer

    It was the third day after summer vacation began. Haruto was standing in front of a certain mansion. “Wow… my first job is with a celebrity…” grumbled Haruto with a dejected expression. Today was his first day working at the housekeeping service. After checking his appearance and confirming there were no issues, he pressed the intercom button with fingertips slightly trembling from nervousness. “—…Yes?” A woman’s voice, younger than he had expected, came through the intercom. “Ah, I am from the housekeeping service.” Haruto tightened his expression, being careful not to let his voice tremble with tension, and tried to speak politely. “—Yes, I’ll open the entrance now. Please wait a moment.” When the voice from the intercom said that, the slight feeling of someone moving was conveyed from beyond the door. Haruto quietly exhaled as if to calm his rapidly beating heart from tension. Soon, the entrance door clicked open, and the client of the housekeeping service appeared. Bowing politely, Haruto gave his standard greeting as he said, “Thank you very much for using our housekeeping service. I am Ōtsuki Haruto, the person will be in charge of the housekeeping today, and my na-me is…” The moment he lifted his head, he was speechless for a moment, and an awkward pause occurred at the end of his greeting. “Huh? …Tōjō-san?” The client for his first job was, surprisingly, none other than Tōjō Ayaka herself, the idol of the school Haruto attended. That fact was so shocking that Haruto unintentionally said her name out loud.

    Hearing that, Tōjō also looked at Haruto’s face with a surprised expression. After looking at Haruto suspiciously for a moment, she opened her mouth as if to confirm. “Could it be… Ōtsuki-kun… from the same class?” “Um… yes, that’s right.” “Huh? …Why?” Uttering those words of doubt, she turned a wary gaze towards Haruto. Tōjō was probably suspecting that Haruto was doing the housekeeping service to get close to her. If this had been another girl, Haruto might have thought, “What’s this person being so conceited about?” However, the person in front of him was the school’s idol. For someone like her, who even gets called out on the school broadcast, it might be natural for her to feel that level of caution. “Ah… if I’m not suitable, it’s possible to change the person in charge to someone else.” Haruto, sensing Tōjō’s wariness, made the suggestion. “If you change, it will take a little time, so the service duration you initially requested will be slightly shorter.” The details of Tōjō’s request were a three-hour course, consisting of cleaning around the kitchen and preparing dinner. “I totally thought a woman would come…” “Ahaha, I’m sorry…” To her small mutter, Haruto offered a wry smile and profusely apologized. It’s true that the housekeeping service Haruto belongs to has a high percentage of women. However, there are also a few male staff members, albeit a minority. For reference, the website of the housekeeping service he belongs to has a list of staff members with photos, and requests such as preferring a female staff member can be made when requesting housekeeping. But it seems Tōjō had overlooked that part. “So, would you like to change the person in charge?” When Haruto asked again, Tōjō slightly lowered her head, showed a gesture of thinking, and then shook her head slightly. “No, it’s fine as it is. Please do the housekeeping.” “No change… Huh? Is that okay?”

    Haruto, who had assumed the person in charge would definitely be changed, was slightly bewildered by the unexpected reply. “Ōtsuki-kun, you’re not… after me, are you?” “Of course, that’s not the case.” “Then it’s fine. Please come in.” Saying that, Tōjō opened the entrance door a little wider and invited Haruto into the house. “Um… well then, thank you for having me.” Haruto entered the entrance of the Tōjō household, feeling bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. “…Excuse me.” Haruto slightly bowed and slipped his feet into the slippers he brought. “The kitchen is this way. Follow me.” Saying that, Tōjō briskly walked down the hallway. Following behind her, Haruto looked around the hallway with admiration. The hallway is long! So wide! As expected of a mansion. While walking down the hallway thinking such things, he reached the end, and Tōjō opened the door there and entered. “Um, this is the living room, and the kitchen is beyond that.” Haruto was stunned, his mouth agape, at the interior of the mansion he was seeing for the first time. In the spacious area that seemed twice, no, three times the size of his own living room, luxurious-looking furniture was arranged tastefully, and a large television was hung on the wall. And beyond that, there was a dining space and an island kitchen, with the latest cooking appliances lined up on the shelves. “Amazing…” He had only seen such a luxurious and stylish living-dining area in romance reality shows. “…Ōtsuki-kun?” Tōjō gave Haruto, who was standing there blankly, a suspicious look. Haruto hurriedly composed himself and confirmed the details of the request with Tōjō. “Thank you very much for using our housekeeping service this time. I am Ōtsuki, who will be in charge this time. I look forward to working with you.” Saying the manual words, Haruto bowed and handed Tōjō his business card. “Wow, you even have a business card.”

    Receiving the business card from Haruto, Tōjō looked at it with admiration. “This time, the request we have received from Tōjō-sama is the threehour course, is that correct?” “Huh? Ah, yeah. That’s correct… or rather, even though we’re classmates, ‘sama’ feels a bit weird.” “Even if we are classmates, Tōjō-sama is a valuable customer at this moment,” Haruto answered clearly. The person in front of him now, before being a classmate or the school’s idol, was a customer. Haruto was receiving money as compensation for providing a service to that customer, so he had to be strict about drawing the line there. Besides, it would probably be more comfortable for Tōjō that way. For her, who had been approached by so many boys from school, it would surely be more reassuring to be treated strictly as a customer rather than constantly being wary of being approached using this matter as an excuse. Haruto continued to speak, maintaining a purely business-like tone. “Then I will begin the service now, but were there any requests or preferences in advance?” “Um, it’s not a request, but, um… could you take a look at the kitchen for a moment?” Tōjō, looking a little embarrassed, led Haruto to the front of the kitchen. “It’s this. My younger brother did this, not me, but is it okay to leave the cleaning to you even in this state?” At the end of Tōjō’s gaze, which spoke with hesitation, was a remarkably messy kitchen area. Presumably, someone had tried to make something like pancakes. White powder was scattered on the sink and the floor around it, and pancake batter was splattered around the stove and dried into a crust. The worst part was the frying pan, where the remains of a pancake, half turned to charcoal, were sitting. Besides that, bowls and plates were scattered in the sink, and eggshells were tangled in the drain net. Haruto glanced at the chaotic kitchen situation for a moment, then immediately put on a business smile. “No problem. I will clean everything to a spotless state.” “Really? Thank you, you’re a lifesaver.” said Tōjō as she showed a relieved expression.

    “Okay, then I’ll clean the living room, so let me know if anything comes up.” To Tōjō, who was about to leave the kitchen saying that, Haruto said while maintaining his business smile, “If it’s alright, perhaps I can also clean the living room?” “Huh? I feel bad asking for that much…” “No, that is my job, so please don’t worry about it.” “I see… then, can you clean the living room too?” “Understood.” While slightly hesitant, Tōjō requested Haruto to clean both the kitchen and the living room. “Oh, the vacuum cleaner is in the storage cabinet over there.” Tōjō pointed to a long, narrow door next to the living room entrance. It seems mansions have abundant storage space. “Well then, I’ll be in my room, so if anything happens, knock on the door. My room is the door on the left immediately after going up the stairs in the hallway.” Tōjō-san said that and then, saying “Well then, I’ll leave it to you,” she bowed her head slightly and quickly left the living room. After she disappeared from the living room and the sound of her footsteps going up the stairs could be heard, Haruto exhaled as if he had just surfaced from water. “Ah~… I was so nervous…” As if to regulate his breathing, Haruto took a light deep breath. Why is Tōjō-san asking for housekeeping service? Wait, is Tōjō-san a rich young lady? This is the first I’ve heard of it? No, wait, I saw Tōjō-san up close for the first time, she was way too cute, that’s for sure. Inside Haruto’s head, who was released from the state of tension, questions and thoughts overflowed one after another. Until now, Haruto had not shown interest in a female student named Tōjō Ayaka. It’s not that he has no interest in women. If there was a gravure feature in a manga magazine, he was a healthy high school boy to the extent that his speed of turning pages unconsciously slowed down. If so, why had Haruto not shown interest in the school idol until now? Haruto’s somewhat detached personality compared to other male students might be part of the reason. However, the biggest factor is likely his clear goal. To achieve it, he couldn’t afford to be distracted by her—a flower on a high peak. This was no time to waste.

    “I can’t believe Tōjō-san was such an amazing young lady…” While muttering, Haruto glanced over the kitchen and living room he was about to clean. At a glance, the kitchen area was in a chaotic state, but the living room and such didn’t seem that heavily soiled. There was fine dust and hair fallen on the flooring and carpet, and a light layer of dust had accumulated on shelves and such, but it looked like it would become clean if he vacuumed and did a light wipe-down. “I was flustered by the unexpected Tōjō-san, but she’s my important first customer, so let’s put some spirit into it.” While rolling up his sleeves, Haruto psyched himself up. Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, the current time was exactly 3 PM. From here, in three hours, he would complete the cleaning and dinner preparation. “Even so, didn’t Tōjō-san’s younger brother mess up the kitchen way too spectacularly?” While looking at the contents of the tragically-situated frying pan, Haruto gave a wry smile. To leave the kitchen in this state, does Tōjō’s younger brother have a desperate lack of housekeeping skills, or is he still a small child? Even Tōjō-san, when Haruto was shown this tragic sight, naturally seemed embarrassed. “Tōjō-san looking embarrassed… she was cute.” At her expression, which he couldn’t see during normal school life, Haruto’s expression almost turned into a slight grin. Furthermore, speaking of things he didn’t normally see, Tōjō-san in her casual clothes was also very fresh for Haruto. Haruto was a healthy high school boy, to the extent that, seeing poses in manga magazine gravure where the chest was emphasized, he would stare while minding others’ eyes. For him, such a person, the outfit she wore earlier, a light and loose long Tshirt with white shorts, was something quite captivating. “Tōjō-san… has an amazing figure…” Because he usually only glimpsed her in her school uniform from a distance, he didn’t understand the details, so the sight of her earlier was quite hard for Haruto to get out of his mind. “No good! She is an important customer. Do your job properly, me!” spoke out Haruto to shake off the impure thoughts. While fighting against his worldly desires, he made use of the cleaning skills directly passed down from his grandmother and proceeded with

    cleaning the kitchen area and living room requested by Tōjō-san. Just over one hour passed since he started cleaning, and as the wall clock was about to turn 4 PM. Thanks to Haruto thoroughly concentrating on cleaning in order to cast away his worldly desires, the kitchen area became completely free of dirt, and the sink became so sparkling clean it made him mistake it for emitting light on its own. The living room was also in a state with not a single speck of dust. “Phew, cleaning complete.” With a face filled with a sense of accomplishment, Haruto looked around the clean room. Then, from the direction of the entrance, the sound of a door opening with a rattle could be heard. At the same time, the voice of an energetic boy resounded. “I’m home~” Following the greeting upon returning home, the sound of clumsy footsteps resounded from the direction of the hallway. Before Haruto had time to think of something and take action, the living room door was flung open with force. What appeared from there was a boy about the age of someone in kindergarten. That boy, catching sight of Haruto standing still by the kitchen, froze. “…………” “…………” Haruto and the boy stared at each other in silence. After a few seconds of silence, Haruto opened his mouth to explain that he wasn’t a suspicious person. “Um, I am a housekee–” “Nee-chaaaaaaan!! There’s a burglar at home!!” Haruto’s voice, trying to explain, was drowned out by the great scream the boy let out. While raising a loud voice, turning on his heel with incredible speed, the boy dashed furiously down the hallway. “Burglar! Onee-chan! Burglar!” “No! Hold on! I’m not a burglar!!” Haruto panicked and chased after the boy, desperately trying to correct him. However, it seemed it wasn’t reaching the boy’s ears at all, and he, while repeating “Burglar!”, tried to go up the stairs. “Ryota, what’s all the noise?”

    When the boy put his foot on the first step of the stairs, Tōjō-san, who came out of her room having heard the commotion, appeared at the top of the stairs. “Onee-chan, it’s terrible! There’s a burglar at home!!” “Haa, haa, I’m sorry, Tōjō-san. This kid seems to be mistaking me for a burglar…” While pointing at Haruto who had caught up behind him, the boy desperately appealed to Tōjō-san. Haruto, in response, thinking “How could I possibly become a criminal?!”, because it was after he had done a super dash, explained the situation breathlessly. “Pfft.” The sight of the two of them like that must have seemed amusing to Tōjō- san. She put a hand over her mouth and let out a small burst of laughter. “Onee-chan?” The boy tilted his head at his sister’s reaction. Tōjō-san came down the stairs and gently placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Listen, Ryota, this person is not a burglar.”

    “Eh? You’re not a thief? Then who are you? My big sister’s boyfriend?” “Bufu!” At the boy’s remark, Haruto involuntarily bursts out laughing. In contrast to him, Tōjō calmly corrects her brother’s misunderstanding. “He’s not my boyfriend either. This person, you see, is from the housekeeping service.” “Houseseeping service?” At his sister’s explanation, the boy tilts his head. “It’s a person who does cleaning and cooking for us, Got it?” At Tōjō’s explanation, the boy nods. “Sorry, Ōtsuki-kun. This kid is my younger brother, Ryōta. He’s still in kindergarten and doesn’t understand detailed things.” “Ah, no. As long as the misunderstanding is cleared up, there’s no problem for me.” As Tōjō lowered her head, Haruto replied thus, then squatted down to meet the eyes of Tōjō’s younger brother—Ryōta. “Ryōta-kun. Sorry for startling you just now. I’m Ōtsuki Haruto, nice to meet you.” To Haruto, who held out his hand with a smile, Ryōta relaxed his guard somewhat more than before and squeezed his hand back. “Sorry for calling you a thief just now,” said Ryōta who gave a little bow, which slightly surprised Haruto. “Ryōta-kun, you’re a very good kid, aren’t you?” Haruto said to Tōjō, who was standing next to him. At this age, realizing one’s own mistake and apologizing before being told by someone is not something easily done. Praised by Haruto, Tōjō, who relaxed her expression slightly, made a slightly troubled face as if to hide her embarrassment. “But he’s very mischievous, and he scatters toys right away too.” “It’s good that he has energy, isn’t it?” Tōjō, still smiling, stroked her brother’s head. Seeing that, Haruto’s cheeks relaxed, thinking they were close siblings. Being an only child, he harbored a slight longing for siblings. “Ah, that’s right. The cleaning is finished, so could you check it please?” With the appearance of Tōjō’s younger brother, Ryōta, Haruto remembered the job he was almost forgetting. “It’s finished already. That was fast.”

    Saying so, Tōjō headed towards the living room. She was looking at the cleaned room and her eyes widened. “Eh? Amazing… It’s sparkling clean.” In the living room without a single speck of dust, the table and water areas like the sink were clean as if they had been mirror-finished. In the living-dining area that was just like a model house, Tōjō opened her mouth slightly in admiration. “Regarding the cleaning, please let me know if there are any dissatisfactions or requests.” To Haruto, who responded according to the manual while wearing a slightly proud, smug look, Tōjō answered while shaking her head. “No, it’s already perfect. There aren’t even the slightest points of dissatisfaction.” Tōjō simply admired the kitchen area, which had been splendidly restored to cleanliness from a chaotic state, and the shelves and table tops, which were completely free of dust. “Wow, Ōtsuki-kun, you are good at cleaning, aren’t you?” “Ah, well. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have chosen this part-time job.” “Ah, right, that’s true.” “Amazing! The room is sparkling clean! The kitchen is back to how it was! Hey, onee-chan!! It’s amazing!!” Ryōta seemed to have gotten excited about the clean kitchen and living room, and ran around the living room and kitchen area making thumping sounds. To Ryōta’s actions, Haruto, while thinking internally ‘Dust will fly even though I just cleaned…’, felt hesitant to stop the actions of the innocent child showing a beaming smile, and could only watch while smiling. “Hey, Ryōta. Dust will fly when Ōtsuki-kun just took the trouble to clean, won’t it?” However, Tōjō properly fulfilled her role as an older sister and admonished her brother’s actions. Ryōta, who was warned, also honestly replied “Yes~” and stopped running. Seeing such a scene, Haruto unintentionally let out a voice. “Tōjō-san is a good onee-chan, isn’t she?” “Eh? Do you think so?” “Yeah, watching you, I think so.” “I-is that so? Thank you…”

    Perhaps embarrassed about being praised, Tōjō, who thanked him while slightly looking down, was looking up with her eyes, and seeing her like that, Haruto felt his heart beat a little faster. “Onee-chan, you see, is a very good big sister.” To Haruto, who had been struck by Tōjō’s cuteness and momentarily fallen into a state of thought paralysis, Ryōta unhurriedly came over and said a little proudly. “That’s right. Ryōta-kun’s sister is a very good big sister, isn’t she? But, I think Ryōta-kun is a very good younger brother too?” Haruto squatted down to meet his eyes and said while stroking Ryōta’s head. “Really? Am I a good younger brother?” “Yeah, Ryōta-kun is a good younger brother who can properly listen to what his onee-chan says.” At Haruto’s words, Ryōta’s face brightened. “Onee-chan! He says I’m a good younger brother!!” “That’s right. Ryōta is a good kid.” “Ehehe~” Praised by the two of them, Ryōta grinned and wore a happy smile. Drawn in by that, Haruto and Tōjō also naturally smiled. “Ah, that’s right. Regarding the dinner menu, the request is to make four servings with what’s in the refrigerator.” Haruto, who had been healed by Tōjō’s brother, who was like an angel, suddenly snapped back to reality and switched to work mode. “Would it be alright if I checked inside the refrigerator?” As a result of his grandmother’s teaching, Haruto could cook a variety of dishes from Japanese to Western and Chinese. However, if there were no ingredients, there was nothing he could do. If that were true, he would have to go shopping, but this was also part of the housekeeping service’s duties. “Ah, um… It’s a bit messy, but please go ahead.” “Then, I will have a look.” To Tōjō, who consented a little shyly, Haruto felt a slight twinge of guilt, but he accepted that this was work and opened the refrigerator door. “Um… Eggs and milk, onion, carrots, cabbage… Oh, there’s ground meat too. Mixed beef and pork, hm…” While checking inside the refrigerator, Haruto listed several potential dishes he could make with the ingredients he found in his mind. “Excuse me, I’d also like to check the seasonings and spices.”

    “If that’s the case, they’re in this drawer here.” Saying so, Tōjō opened the drawer under the kitchen counter. “Oh! Such a wide variety!” That drawer contained more seasonings and spices than Haruto had imagined. “Coarsely ground pepper, Sichuan pepper, star anise, cardamom, cloves, oh, there’s also bay leaf, ginger powder, and cinnamon sticks! This is… nutmeg, perhaps.” As someone who enjoyed cooking, Haruto’s tension rose upon seeing the abundant spices before him. With those things, he thought of one dish using what was in the refrigerator and the spices he had just checked. “Regarding the dinner menu, how about hamburg steak?” “I want hamburg steak!!” To Haruto’s suggestion, Ryōta reacted even before Tōjō-san. “Onee-chan, is tonight’s dinner hamburg steak!?” To his younger brother who turned a face full of expectation towards her, Tōjō-san, while wearing a wry smile, said to Haruto. “For tonight’s dinner, hamburg steak please.” “Certainly.” To Tōjō-san’s words, Haruto returned a slightly exaggerated bow, and Ryōta, who was watching that, thrust both his fists up to the sky and exploded with joy. While wearing a smile at that heartwarming reaction from Ryōta, Haruto immediately started preparing dinner. Hamburg steak is one of Haruto’s favorite dishes, which he had just made with his grandmother just the other day. Therefore, so that he could make his grandmother’s exquisite hamburg steak himself too, he had practiced considerably from a young age, and it is also one of the dishes he is confident in. Haruto proceeded with making the hamburg steak with practiced hands. The Tōjō siblings were observing his appearance as he proceeded with the cooking with efficient movements while sitting at the dining table. While thinking ‘Tōjō-san, aren’t you going back to your room this time?’, Haruto, who was proceeding with the cooking, took a knife to mince the onion. At that moment, suddenly feeling a gaze and raising his face, Ryōta’s figure, staring intently over here with a feeling like strong interest, came into his field of vision.

    After letting a faint smile appear on his lips, Haruto showed off a superfast mincing of the onion with slightly exaggerated knife skills. Instantly, Ryōta’s cheer of “Wow~!” could be heard. “Ōtsuki-kun, you’re a cooking guy, huh.” Next to his younger brother whose eyes were sparkling, Tōjō-san also said admiringly. “You’re perfect at cleaning too, and you can cook too, Ōtsuki-kun, your ‘femine-power’ is too high.” “These days, I think there are fewer men who can’t stand in the kitchen, you know?” “Is that so? Even so, I think your skill is too good.” “It is an honor to receive your praise.” Not just Ryōta, Tōjō-san also sent her gaze at Haruto’s hands with apparent interest. While feeling the gazes of the two spectators, Haruto proceeded with making the hamburg steak. When he reached the step of kneading the mixture, he made ice water in a bowl and plunged both his hands into it. “……? What are you doing?” At Haruto’s sudden mysterious action, Ryōta tilted his head. “I’m doing it so that the fat of the meat doesn’t melt from my body temperature.” “Fat melts?” “That’s right, you know. If the fat melts, you can’t make delicious hamburg steak, you know.” At Haruto’s explanation, Ryōta perhaps didn’t understand and remained with his head tilted. In contrast, Tōjō-san nodded slightly with a “Hee~”. When he took his hands out of the ice water, Haruto wiped off the water from his hands and quickly began kneading. Because he had put his hands into ice-cold ice water until a moment ago, his hands had become bright red. “Your hands, don’t they hurt?” Ryōta, worrying about Haruto like that, called out to him. “Thank you, Ryōta-kun, but it’s okay. I want Ryōta-kun to eat delicious hamburg steak.” Haruto, while being healed by Ryōta’s kindness, kneaded the hamburg steak and, when it became sticky, he then divided it into four lumps and spread them out into oval shapes.

    When all that was left was to cook them, Haruto asked Tōjō-san, “Um, shall I cook all four hamburg steaks? Or shall I cook two first?” The dinner requested by Tōjō-san was for four people. However, right now there were only two people, Ayaka and Ryōta. Presumably, the remaining two portions were for her parents, but there was still no sign of those two returning home. As the cook, Haruto thinks it would be best if it was eaten freshly cooked, so he would like Tōjō-san’s parents to also eat it freshly cooked. “Ah~… yeah. That’s right, I guess I’ll have you cook two first. But…” Saying that, Tōjō-san looked at the clock hanging on the living room wall with a slightly uneasy expression. The current time was past 17:30. Haruto’s contract time was until 18:00, so if her parents didn’t return now, Haruto wouldn’t be there when the remaining two were cooked. “I will leave a note about how to cook them, so if you cook them according to that, the finish will be similar.” Ayaka nodded at Haruto’s words, which he said as if to dispel her anxiety. “Really? Then, please only cook the parts for us.” “Certainly.” Haruto put two hamburg steak patties into the frying pan and started cooking. While waiting for them to cook, he simultaneously plated the consommé soup and side vegetables he had been making, and when the hamburg steaks were cooked, he served rice into bowls and arranged all the dishes on the dining table, at which point it was 18:00, the end of the contract. “Well then, as the contract has ended, I shall take my leave now.” Haruto, who had finished washing the frying pan and other utensils after cooking, said. “Yeah, thank you. You helped a lot.” Tōjō-san looked at the dishes lined up on the table and said admiringly. “Ōtsuki-kun’s housekeeping skills are really too high.” “Thank you very much. I think I was able to make the hamburg steaks deliciously, so please eat them before they get cold.” Haruto said that to Ayaka and started preparing to leave. Just then, Ryōta, who had been gazing at the completed hamburg steaks with a sparkling expression until now, suddenly came over to Haruto. “Hmm? What’s wrong, Ryōta-kun?” “…Bye-bye, Onii-chan. See you later.”

    While looking a little shy, Ryōta waved one hand towards Haruto and gave his farewell greeting. That appearance seemed very cute to Haruto’s eyes. He naturally smiled and waved back at Ryōta. “Yeah, see you later, Ryōta-kun.” Although he thought that they probably wouldn’t meet again, Haruto reflexively replied like that. This time, he happened to be requested for housekeeping service by the Tōjō family, but it was not guaranteed that he would be requested again next time. Rather, if they found out it was their classmate’s part-time job, it was highly likely that they would designate a different staff member next time. Having their classmate do things in their house would be terribly awkward. “Ōtsuki-kun, I’ll see you to the entrance.” “Thank you very much.” Haruto, who felt a slight reluctance to part with Ryōta who was waving his hand so earnestly, gratefully accepted Tōjō-san’s offer. “Ōtsuki-kun, thank you so much for today.” When they reached the entrance, Tōjō-san bowed her head to Haruto. “No, thank you for using our housekeeping service.” Haruto, who returned the thanks to Tōjō-san, said “Ah, that’s right” and took out a flyer from his bag, handing it to Tōjō-san. “Um, if you plan to use the housekeeping service again next time, there is also a regular contract option.” Haruto explained, pointing at the flyer he handed to Tōjō-san. “In the case of a regular contract, the price is more advantageous than a one-time contract like this time, so please consider it when you use the service next time.” Tōjō-san let out a laugh, “Fufu”, at Haruto, who was doing sales talk according to the manual. “Somehow, Ōtsuki-kun, you sound like a salesperson.” “Well, this is also part of the work, you see.” “When a classmate uses polite language like that, like a working adult… It feels strange. Can’t you just talk normally?” “It’s not that it’s not allowed, but well, Tōjō-sama is a customer, you see.” Tōjō wore a wry smile at Haruto’s reply like that. “I see… a customer… huh.” “Yes. Ah, if you don’t go back quickly, the hamburg steak will get cold.” “Ah, that’s right. Well then, thank you so much for today, Ōtsuki-kun.”

    “Yes, we look forward to your next use.” Haruto bowed deeply one last time before leaving the Tōjō house. The moment he raised his face, when he caught a glimpse of Tōjō-san’s face, her expression seemed regretful, but it was probably just his imagination. Saying that to himself, Haruto finished his first housekeeping job and headed home.

  • Chapter 01: Starting a Housekeeping Job

     The vast blue sky stretching out, cumulus clouds towering in the distance. A great chorus of cicadas, as if multiplying the summer heat, relentlessly pours in from the open classroom windows. “Starting from tomorrow's summer vacation, be careful not to get too carried away and encounter accidents or anything.” The homeroom teacher said that and left the classroom. As soon as the homeroom teacher left the classroom, the students' chatter became noisier than the cicadas' buzzing. Their voices were so heated that they didn't lose to the summer heat, and seemed to burst with energy. Students stood up from their seats, moved to where their close friends were, or happily talked about their vacation plans with those around them. Amidst that, one male student sat down on the desk in the last row by the window. “Haru, do you have any plans for the break~?” The male student who sat down on the desk said this towards the person sitting in the chair. “Hmm? Well, studying, I guess.” “Hey, hey! Are you serious!?” “Do you think I'd lie to you, my best friend?” The male student, who was the owner of the desk and called Haru, leaned against the back of the chair and looked up at his best friend sitting on the desk with a serious expression. “Yesterday, when I asked you to show me your homework, you said you hadn't done it. Also, the day before yesterday, you said the daily special at the cafeteria was fish even though it was meat. And last Thursday...” “Alright. I admit that I've been lying to you on a daily basis.” The male student called Haru raised both hands as if surrendering. “So? Do you have plans for summer vacation? Ōtsuki Haruto-san?” “Didn't I just say studying? My best friend Akagi Tomoya-san?” The male student who was the owner of the desk, Ōtsuki Haruto, repeated the same words as before.
    
    In response, the male student sitting on the desk, Akagi Tomoya, after a moment of pause, judged that Haruto was not joking and made an expression of astonishment. “Eh? Eeh!? Whoa! You, seriously!? We're second-years in high school, you know?” “That's right.” “Then what we should be doing is decided, right?” “Studying.” “Why would it be that!!” Akagi Tomoya lets out an exaggerated shout and makes a retort like a comedian. Haruto gives a wry smile at his best friend's reaction. “Tomoya knows, doesn't he? What I'm aiming for.” “Well, yeah, I know that, but...” Although Tomoya nods in response to Haruto's words, he doesn't seem convinced and tries to persist further. “If you're always studying, you'll get tired and your efficiency won't increase, right? You need to take a break sometimes, you know? For example...” Tomoya paused his words mid-sentence and moved his gaze as if looking around the noisy classroom. Then, his gaze stopped at one point. “Like going to the pool or the beach with a girl from the class.” “If you're trying to invite Tōjō-san, do your best on your own. I'll pass.” Haruto glanced at the female student where his best friend's gaze was fixed before speaking. “You! You're heartless! Is it okay to abandon your best friend that easily!?” “Relax. As your best friend, I'll properly comfort you when you get completely crushed and your mental state is in tatters.” “You're already assuming I'll get completely crushed!?” Ignoring his best friend who was raising a voice in protest, Haruto turned his eyes once again towards the female student Tomoya had been looking at. Tōjō Ayaka. That was the female student's name. She was, so to speak, the school's idol. Her beautiful hair, which shone flaxen in the sunlight, had no kinks and extended down to the middle of her back like beautiful silk threads. And whenever she moved her face, it moved smoothly as if there were no gravity.
    
    Her features were so well-defined that one might truly suspect she was an entertainer or an idol. Occasionally, rumors would circulate that she belonged to an entertainment agency, but even if that were true, she was such a beautiful girl that it wouldn't be surprising. And her figure was perfect too. Her outstanding proportions held such charm that they captivated not only men but even women, potentially fixing one's gaze upon her. “Hey Haru~, you invite Tōjō-san~” “Why should I invite her? You invite her and get crushed.” “Stop assuming I'll get completely crushed. But well, I admit it's clear that it's no good even if I ask her.” “If you're no good, I'd be no good either, right?” “No way! Haru, you have a chance!”
    
    Haruto narrowed his eyes as he wore a suspicious expresssion and said, "I don't want to admit it, but you have a good face. If you fail, then I have no hope either. Just give up." “Certainly, I'm handsome and you're just average-looking... Ouch! Hey Haru, violence isn't good.” “Sorry, I couldn't suppress the impulse welling up from the bottom of my heart.” “Haru-san, chuunibyou isn't popular with girls... My bad, my bad, it was my fault, so please lower that fist.” Haruto grudgingly unclenched the fist he had intended to embed in his best friend's side, rested his chin on his palm, and looked up at Tomoya with narrowed eyes. At Haruto's silent urging, Tomoya continued talking. “Alright? Many handsome guys have confessed to Tōjō-san so far.” Our idol, Tōjō Ayaka, from entering this school until now, had been proposed to by a great many men. Starting with the Aces of each club, handsome boys popular with girls, the student council president, and the disciplinary committee chairman. In the end, even students from other schools would flock to the school gate just to confess. However, none of them were able to get a favorable reply from her. Everyone who confessed to Tōjō Ayaka, without exception, would end up bowing their heads, slumping their shoulders, and turning their backs to her, leaving with an air of melancholy. “I thought about it as I watched Tōjō-san cut down all sorts of handsome guys.” “'Cut down,' you say...” Haruto made a dumbfounded expression at his best friend who spoke of the school's idol as if she were a roadside slasher. “'Isn't Tōjō-san someone who doesn't like handsome guys?' was what I thought.” “No, no, among the guys who've confessed so far, there were quite a lot who weren't that handsome, you know?” Not all of the brave individuals who approached her were people with perfectly sculpted faces. Among them, there were male students who challenged fate with nothing but passionate feelings of love for Tōjō and were utterly defeated. “That's true. But there's a decisive difference between you and the guys who've fallen so far! That is...”
    
    After pausing dramatically, Tomoya pointed directly at Haruto and declared. “The fact that you have the top grades in the school year!!” “Hmm~” At Tomoya's words, Haruto replied disinterestedly while resting his chin on his hand. “Tōjō-san is surely someone who values substance over appearance. That's why there's plenty of possibility for you, even though you're not handsome.” “No, there isn't.” Haruto flatly denied Tomoya's words. And on top of that, he embedded his fist into his side. Glancing sideways at his best friend who was writhing in agony after being hit by a iron fist, Haruto turned his gaze towards Tōjō Ayaka. Only female students were gathered around her. As for the male students, they were merely glancing towards the outside of the circle of female students centered around Tōjō, as if trying to gauge the situation. “In the first place, isn't there also the possibility that Tōjō-san just isn't interested in men?” Even though she's so beautiful and has been approached by so many men, the fact that there hasn't been a single rumor of a romance means that such a possibility shouldn't be nil. “No way... but that's acceptable in its own way.” Haruto made a dumbfounded expression at his best friend who was nodding with a serious look on his face while holding his chin. Unable to understand Tomoya's words and actions, wondering what exactly was acceptable, Haruto picked up his bag that was hanging on the side of his desk and started getting ready to go home. “What is it, Haru? Are you going home already?” “Yeah, even if I stay in the classroom like this, there's nothing to do.” “Are you sure? If you go home now, the next time you can behold Tōjō- san's esteemed countenance will be at the start-of-term ceremony, you know?” “'Esteemed countenance,' are you saying Tōjō-san is a goddess or something?” “She's already something close to that.” Ignoring Tomoya who was nodding with a completely serious expression, Haruto stood up from his chair.
    
    “Are you really going home? Are you sure you don't need to call out to Tōjō-san?” “Today, there's a sale at the supermarket, you see. For me, discounted ingredients are more important than an unattainable goddess.” “What's that? Are you a housewife?” To his best friend who was retorting while laughing, Haruto suddenly made a face as if he had remembered something. “Speaking of which, I did have something to do besides studying during this summer vacation.” At Haruto's words, which he uttered while walking towards the classroom exit, Tomoya reacted with an “Oh?”. “What is it? Are you going out to play after all?” “No, a part-time job.” Tomoya showed interest in Haruto's reply. “Hee~ what kind of part-time job are you gonna do?” “Housekeeping Service” “So there's a part-time job like that.” “I happened to be looking through a job search site and found it.” Haruto left the classroom while talking with Tomoya, and they walked side-by-side down the corridor. “Housekeeping Service, that's the kind where you make dinner and stuff?” “Yeah, yeah, and if they ask you to do cleaning or shopping or stuff, you do that kind of thing.” While going down the stairs at the end of the corridor, Haruto talked about the short-term part-time job he would be doing during summer break. “Is that so? Are they still hiring for that? Maybe I'll do it too.” “You're the one who'd be asking for housekeeping service, aren't you?” “Ahaha, you're right.” At Haruto's words, Tomoya burst into laughter. Haruto has visited Tomoya's room many times, but he has never once seen his room in a tidied state. What's more, every time he visits, the level of messiness gets worse, so it's not just once or twice that Haruto, unable to bear seeing it, couldn't stand it and cleaned the room in his place. Lately, he's even started to suspect that he's being invited over just so he'll clean the room.
    
    “Well, that's how it is, so summer break will be about studying and parttime jobs. I have to earn enough funds to go to university this summer.” Saying that, Haruto took out his outdoor shoes from the shoe locker and changed out of his indoor shoes. “What an unexciting, boring summer break.” Tomoya also changed out of his indoor shoes, and while tapping the tips of his outdoor shoes against the ground, he grumbled. “Shouldn't we still go back to the classroom and invite Tōjō-san now?” “That's why, give up on that already. If we do that, we won't make it in time for the sale.” At Haruto's words spoken while they went outside the school building, Tomoya let out a big sigh, saying “Haa~”. “Next year's summer break is right before the exams, so this year is the last summer we can play to our heart's content, you know? Is that okay?” To his best friend who was utterly hung up on the school idol, Haruto said with a grin while passing under the school gate. “Give up, my best friend. Let's spend a summer filled with diligence and hard work together.” To Haruto, who gave a thumbs-up, Tomoya couldn't help but look up at the sky and shout. “I don't want a youth like that!!” ※※※ The summer heat showed no sign of weakening even in the evening, and the cicadas' noisy chirping echoed through the residential area. Haruto pinched the front of his uniform shirt, which was sticky with sweat, and fanned himself while opening the front door of his house. “I'm home~” He took off his shoes with his greeting upon returning home, and as he entered the house, a person slowly came from the back of the corridor. “Welcome home, Haruto.” “I'm home, Grandma. Look, these are today's sale spoils.” Haruto lifted the bag he held in one hand slightly, a proud expression on his face. Inside the bag were the spoils of the day's sale: mixed ground meat and onions. “The ground meat was 118 yen for 100 grams. The onions were 298 yen for a bag of five.”
    
    “Oh my, it must have been very crowded, wasn't it?” His grandmother said anxiously while receiving the bag. “It just made me realize just how strong housewives are.” Housewives of the world, burning with the mission of securing cheap ingredients, possess potential no less than that of high school boys with their youth and stamina. Recalling the memory of being roughed up by the strongest species, housewives, on a midsummer afternoon on the way home from school, Haruto put on a grimace. “That must have been tough. Well then, how about we make hamburg steak for dinner tonight?” At his grandmother's words, who proposed a menu while acknowledging her grandson's struggle, Haruto's expression instantly lit up. “If I can eat Grandma's hamburg steak, I can fight housewives every day!” “Is that so? Well then, go wash your hands and gargle.” “Okay.” Haruto replied to his grandmother and headed to the washroom, and after finishing gargling and washing his hands, he headed to the Japanesestyle room for a moment. An altar was placed by the wall in the Japanesestyle room, and three memorial photos were displayed there. “Dad, Mom, and Grandpa too, I'm home. Starting today, I'm on summer break.” While pressing his hands together towards the memorial photos, Haruto said in a quiet voice. “This summer break, you know, I plan to work part-time.” Keeping his hands pressed together, Haruto spoke to the memorial photos. “Ah, but I have no intention of neglecting my studies, and I'll make sure to show my face at the dojo. Grandpa, you can rest assured about that.” Currently, only Haruto and his grandmother live in the Ōtsuki house. He was involved in a traffic accident when he was young. In that accident, he lost his parents, and fortunately surviving, Haruto was taken in by his maternal grandparents. So that Haruto, who lost his parents at a young age, wouldn't struggle in the future, his grandparents raised him strictly without spoiling him, properly disciplining him. His grandfather had Haruto, who was becoming emotionally unstable and withdrawn, attend a karate dojo, training both his body and spirit.
    
    That grandfather, however, passed away when he entered junior high school. Haruto genuinely believes from the bottom of his heart that the reason he isn't withdrawn now and has proper confidence in himself is because his grandfather took him to the dojo. His grandmother thoroughly taught him household chores like cleaning, laundry, and cooking so that Haruto wouldn't be troubled even if he was alone in the future. Thanks to that, he can now do most things by himself, and has acquired household skills to the extent that he can work a part-time job in house cleaning services. “Alright then, I guess I'll go help Grandma.” Haruto unclenched his hands, which he had put together, and headed towards the kitchen. Haruto prided himself on his cooking skills having improved considerably thanks to his grandmother's teaching so far, but he still couldn't match the taste of his master, his grandmother. To get even a little closer to that taste, Haruto stands in the kitchen with his grandmother every day, trying to steal her techniques and intuition. “Grandma's hamburgers are exquisite, aren't they?” The condensed, flavorful meat juice that overflows when you bite into the hamburger. Imagining the moment it spreads in his mouth, Haruto swallowed the saliva that was about to overflow and headed for the kitchen. ※※※ Having finished dinner, Haruto faced his desk in his room and opened a reference book. “Hah~ Grandma's hamburgers are too supreme...” Although he was in a posture to study, he was currently immersed in the afterglow of dinner, and there was no sign of his pen starting to move. Haruto spaced out for a while, but eventually he came to his senses and lightly shook his head, saying “Oh dear” before facing the reference book with a serious expression. After concentrating on his studies for about an hour, Haruto put down his pen when he reached a good stopping point and stretched widely. “Ugh~ I guess I'll take a bath soon.” Since his grandmother has been having back problems recently, cleaning the bath is his job.
    
    “It gets troublesome if I leave it too late.” Just as he was about to cut off his studies and head towards the bathroom, the smartphone on his desk vibrated with a buzz. “Hm? Is it from Tomoya?” Haruto, confirming the display showing Akagi Tomoya on the screen, picked up his smartphone and tapped the red phone icon displayed in the center of the screen. “Hello, what is it?” —“Hey. I just suddenly wanted to hear Haru's voice, you know.” “Is that so? Well, that's creepy, so I'm hanging up.” From beyond the screen, he heard a flustered voice directed at Haruto, who was trying to end the call immediately. —“Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's a joke, a joke! I really have something to tell you!” “Then talk about that from the beginning. I thought my ears were going to fall off when you suddenly said something creepy.” —“Isn't that harsh in its own way? Even though what I said just now was half serious.” “Alright then. See you at school after the break.” —“Sorry! I won't fool around anymore!” Hearing his best friend's flustered voice, Haruto leaned his cheek on his hand at the desk, a slight smile appearing on his lips. —“You want to hear about the interesting event that happened at school after we left, right?” “Interesting event? Did something happen?” His best friend, Tomoya, had a wide circle of acquaintances, and information about events and rumors at school often reached his ears. Tomoya would occasionally relay such information like this time. —“Well about that. You know Kaitō-senpai from the third year, right?” “Ah~... The person from the tennis club, was it?” Haruto took a moment to recall the person Tomoya mentioned, Kaitō- senpai. In his vague memory, he had heard that this Kaitō-senpai was the ace of the tennis club and his skill was comparable to that of professionals. There were even rumors that he would sign a professional contract with a famous manufacturer after graduation, and that if one became Kaitō-senpai's girlfriend now, there was a high possibility of hitting the jackpot in the
    
    future. He felt like the girls in his class were excited talking about such things. —“Yeah, yeah, that Kaitō-senpai apparently confessed to Tōjō-san, you know?” “Oh~ and then?” Haruto, while slightly losing interest in Tomoya's story, asked for him to continue anyway. 'Confession to Tōjō Ayaka'. This is an event that occurs regularly at the school Haruto and his friends attend and is not particularly unusual. Moreover, this event almost always has a predetermined outcome. —“She cut him off with one word, 'Not interested.'” “Figured.” Haruto replied indifferently to the outcome he had predicted. No matter which man confesses to Tōjō Ayaka, she never says yes. That's the image Haruto has of her in his mind. —“Well, that part is as usual. But this time, the lead-up to the confession was amazing, apparently.” “Was it an elaborate setup?” The men who have challenged Tōjō Ayaka so far have attempted various confessions to try and secure the position of boyfriend. Some of them were quite eccentric, and those become material for students' gossip and pleasure. —“Rather than elaborate, this time it was more like bold.” “Something like a public confession in front of the whole school?” —“That was the final form, yeah. But before that, Kaitō-senpai first called out Tōjō-san to the schoolyard over the school broadcast.” “Whoa...” Haruto involuntarily let out a voice of shock and felt sympathy for Tōjō- san, who was called out for a confession over the school broadcast. —“What's more, Kaitō-senpai's confession wasn't 'Please go out with me,' but apparently it was 'Please get engaged to me.'” “Engaged... This Kaitō-senpai, is he crazy?” —“See? And he even apparently prepared an engagement ring.” “Whoa...” Haruto was taken aback for the second time today. Getting engaged while still in high school is already unbelievable, but on top of that, preparing an engagement ring is simply beyond reason.
    
    Was Kaitō-senpai originally a dangerous person with a crazy thought process? Or was the charm of Tōjō Ayaka, who could make a high schooler decide to propose, sinful? Haruto couldn't judge. —“Apparently, Kaitō-senpai didn't move from the spot for thirty minutes after being rejected.” “Well, that's how it would be. If I were Kaitō-senpai, I'd change into a white costume and commit seppuku right there.” TL/N: "Seppuku" is a traditional form of ritual suicide in Japan, historically practiced by samurai to restore honor after disgrace or failure. It involves self-disembowelment using a short sword, often performed in a formal ceremony. Being called out over the school broadcast. On top of that, a proposal with an engagement ring in front of the whole school. If he were rejected after all that... Haruto's body started trembling slightly just thinking about it. —“Looks like you're the only one who can move Tōjō-san's heart after all.” “I told you, no way. Besides, I'm not brave enough to talk to Tōjō-san after hearing a story like that.” —“What, you chicken. Well, I guess you won't see Tōjō-san until school starts anyway. I'm looking forward to it after the break.” “Don't get your hopes up for weird things.” —“You're the only one who can become the second Kaitō-senpai!” “Isn't that a bad outcome!” Along with retorting to his best friend, Haruto ended the call. Immediately, Tomoya sent back a sticker of a cat saluting with a surprisingly dignified expression. For now, Haruto sent back a sticker of a muscular rabbit delivering an uppercut to the opponent's chin, then got up from his desk to boil water for the bath. Tōjō Ayaka was, for Haruto, merely a topic of conversation with his friend occasionally, and she would never be anything more than that. Haruto thought so at the beginning of the summer break. Until he started his part-time job at the house cleaning service.
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  • Capítulo 1

    Mientras recuperaba la conciencia, sentí algo áspero al tacto. El olor a ganado y estiércol me llenó los pulmones. Me levanté tosiendo, quedándome sentado sobre un montículo de heno.
    «¿Heno en medio de la ciudad?»

    Mirando a mi alrededor, estaba claramente dentro de un establo.
    «¿Me secuestraron? El cielo se ve demasiado claro como para estar en medio de la ciudad».

    Levantándome, palmeé mi cuerpo. Aún conservo mi machete, que siempre llevo encima. Sea quien sea el que me trajo a este sitio, no era muy inteligente. O eso me gustaría creer. Esto es demasiado irregular para ser un secuestro.

    Mirando a mi alrededor, me topé con un caballo. Lo acaricié un poco, y este relinchó contento.
    —¿Cuál es tu nombre, pequeño…? ¡Wow!

    Mientras pensaba en el caballo, una especie de holograma apareció flotando frente a él. Decía: “Caballo macho – 4 años”. Revisé los alrededores buscando la fuente del holograma, pero al mover el ángulo de mi cabeza, este se inclinó, manteniéndose frente a mí.

    Comencé a mover la cabeza de un lado a otro. La ventana parecía seguir mis movimientos perfectamente, siempre y cuando estuviera viendo al caballo. Definitivamente, esto está en mi cabeza, no afuera.
    «¿Será esto un sueño? ¿No estaré soñando con las opciones del juego de antes? Entonces esto debe ser “apreciar”. Trataré de hacerlo en mí mismo».

    Radek – Humano irregular macho – 17 años.
    Aldeano Nv1
    «Ooh, espera, ¿tengo 17 años? Pensé que era mayor. No sé cuándo nací, ¿pero 17? Debo de estar soñando».

    Moví mi cabeza en todas direcciones, pero la ventana de información no desapareció. Pedí en mi cabeza que desapareciera y, finalmente, lo hizo.
    «No, esto es demasiado lúcido para ser un sueño».

    Salí del establo. Sentí el sol quemándome la piel, además de una mezcla de olores: campo, estiércol, desechos humanos y vegetación. Podía oler animales a la distancia, y también humanos. Todas las construcciones a mi alrededor estaban hechas con materiales bastante primitivos: madera, paja, piedras sin tratar. El piso estaba sin pavimentar. Las terminaciones eran toscas, dando la impresión de algo primitivo o antiguo.

    Comencé a experimentar.
    Saqué mi machete de su funda y me hice cortes en el dedo índice y en el brazo. Sentí más dolor en el dedo que en el brazo. Luego corté un tablón de la pared del establo; la madera se comportó tal cual la realidad, aunque era un poco más dura que las maderas que recordaba haber cortado antes.
    «Esto es demasiado consistente para ser un sueño, y demasiado detallado para ser realidad virtual. Conozco exactamente la vanguardia en ese campo. No hemos llegado a tanto».

    Esto solo me dejaba una conclusión: estoy en un lugar distinto.
    Una idea intrusiva, que al principio pensé absurda, ahora cobraba más fuerza.
    «Puede que esté en ese juego de antes… No, esto no puede ser un juego. Recuerdo la última ventana que apareció en la computadora antes de perder la consciencia. Decía que viajaría a otro mundo. Eso suena demasiado descabellado. Necesito más información. Lo único seguro es que nada de lo que estoy experimentando ahora es posible para nuestra civilización. ¿Podría ser la acción de un ser superior? ¿Tendré que empezar a rezarle a los dioses, tal vez?»
    —Ja, ja, ja, eso sería cómico. Me pregunto qué habría dicho él si me viera rezando.

    Escuché pasos en la tierra cerca de mí. No les había prestado atención a las personas de por aquí. Parecían algo alterados, pero no se habían percatado de mi presencia todavía. Vestían ropas de mala calidad, llenas de parches y algo sucias por la tierra del suelo.

    Me sorprendió mi propia calma.
    «Quien sabe que lo ha perdido todo no teme enfrentarse a la muerte».

    Una de las frases trilladas que le gustaba decir a Taavi cuando nos enfrentábamos a grupos de guerrilleros rebeldes. Tal vez tenía algo de razón. El hecho de que ya no tengo que tratar con mis esclavistas, quienes estarán buscando mi cabeza en este momento, debe ser lo suficientemente tranquilizador como para que no me importe estar en un sitio totalmente desconocido.

    En medio de mi introspección, una nube de polvo llamó mi atención. Estaba en el camino que llevaba a una de las entradas del pueblo. Era un grupo de hombres con aspecto feroz, aún peor vestidos que los residentes de este lugar, y estaban a menos de un kilómetro de aquí. Miré a los aldeanos, que seguían con sus vidas normales, sin darse cuenta de lo que se les avecinaba. Sus ropas y herramientas eran rudimentarias, como sacadas de cuentos medievales. Pero eran claramente humanos, lo que fortalecía mi creencia de que esto era obra de un ser con poderes mágicos.

    Utilicé “apreciar” en las demás personas.

    Los primeros dos, que estaban separados del grupo y más cerca de mi posición:

    Zaiyan – Humano macho – 38 años.
    Aldeano Nv8

    Ganaku – Humano macho – 35 años.
    Aldeano Nv8

    Apareció más o menos la misma información que vi sobre mí. Nivel 8 es más alto que mi nivel 1, pero no siento que sean fuertes. Desconozco si es un nivel alto o no.

    El establo limita con el bosque. Salto la valla que marca el borde del pueblo y me adentro en él. Solo huelo aves alrededor. De un salto, subo a una rama a unos tres metros del suelo. Rodeo el pueblo a través del bosque, acercándome al punto donde posiblemente se desarrollará el conflicto, que está al otro lado de la aldea. Parece que la violencia me persigue sin importar dónde esté.

    Observo a las personas que salen de las casas:

    Aldeano Nv11
    Aldeano Nv4
    Granjero Nv5

    Hay uno que no es un aldeano. Supongo que eso es un trabajo, y por los puntos de bonificación que usé en… ¿cómo se llamaba? Algo de trabajo múltiple. Puedo tener dos, o quizás más, no lo recuerdo bien. Parece que de verdad mi situación se relaciona con la página web en la que me estaba registrando.

    Mientras me acerco, me topo con más personas de la aldea:

    Granjero Nv2
    Aldeano Nv7
    Aldeano Nv25

    Un hombre de mediana edad con nivel 25. Siento más fuerza en él que en el resto. Definitivamente, nivel 8 es bajo.

    Jefe de Aldea Nv8

    Hay un señor mayor con este trabajo. Supongo que es bastante autoexplicativo. Es evidentemente de tercera edad y se ve algo demacrado. Será la vida dura del campo.

    Mercader Nv6

    Un mercader lo sigue. Debe estar en sus 40.

    Mercader Nv3

    Hay una mujer con ese trabajo también, que los espera en una casa de tres pisos a la que ambos se dirigen.

    El grupo ya está a la vista. Un grito de uno de los aldeanos alerta al resto de la amenaza, pero no logro entender qué dicen. Un poco más tarde, los aldeanos comienzan a salir armados de sus casas. Llevan espadas y azadones. Se dirigen hacia el este, donde estoy yo. Uso “apreciar” en el grupo maloliente, que claramente no tiene buenas intenciones:

    Ladrón Nv7
    Equipo: Espada de cobre – Zapatos de cuero.

    Ladrón Nv11
    Equipo: Espada de cobre – Armadura de cuero – Zapatos de cuero.

    Ladrón Nv4
    Equipo: Espada de cobre.

    «Así que así indica el equipo. Supongo que no todo lo que cargues se considera equipo. Son ladrones. Bastante simple de entender. Ojalá hubiéramos tenido esto en mi mundo. Ellos parecen más fuertes que la mayoría de los aldeanos de por acá y por mucho, pero aún los percibo como debiluchos. Cualquier irregular de poca monta en Dandal podría encargarse de ellos.

    Pero hay algo que me preocupa: por mis puntos de bonificación sé que existe la magia. Eso es una variable desconocida para mí. No puedo confiarme, o eso me gustaría creer».

    Mi emoción se eleva al pensar que pronto podría enfrentar oponentes fuertes en un duelo cuerpo a cuerpo. Las armas de fuego siempre hacían todo más molesto.

    Los aldeanos toman posición alrededor de un cobertizo. Planean luchar allí con los ladrones. El hombre de mediana edad nivel 25 está en el centro. El jefe de la aldea parece estar aquí también, pero no creo que aporte mucho.

    Uso “apreciar” nuevamente en el grupo:

    Bandido Nv41
    Equipo: Espada de hierro – Bandana de ladrón – Armadura de hierro – Zapatos de cuero.

    Parece ser el líder. Se ve fuerte. No es un ladrón, sino un bandido. ¿Será una especie de evolución de los ladrones tradicionales? Podría causarme problemas. Está equipado con una bandana de ladrón, un equipo que no tiene ningún otro ladrón.

    El segundo más fuerte es un bandido también, nivel 21. Los otros son ladrones que no parecen representar una gran amenaza. Sin duda es un grupo numeroso, más de 20.
    «No puedo simplemente lanzarme de frente. Podría terminar muriendo».

    Cuando los ladrones llegan a la aldea, atacan de inmediato. Los aldeanos responden sin formación alguna.
    «¿Qué están haciendo?»

    Rápidamente, ambos lados están revueltos al punto de no poder saber quién es de cada bando. No entiendo nada de lo que gritan.
    «¿De verdad me dejaron aquí sin saber el idioma local? Si esto es un juego, es uno de mierda».

    El hombre de mediana edad nivel 25 pelea con el líder nivel 41. Pero hay una diferencia considerable en su fuerza. El líder bandido lo está dominando. Derriba al hombre de mediana edad, quien trata de moverse, pero termina con su brazo atravesado por una espada. El hombre de mediana edad está postrado, y el líder camina hacia él.
    «Esto es una oportunidad».

    Mi corazón late aceleradamente. Desenvaino mi machete, salto del árbol donde me encuentro y, al pisar el suelo, flexiono mis rodillas usando el rebote para comenzar a correr a toda velocidad hacia la batalla

    Un ladrón nivel 5 se atraviesa en mi camino mientras se enfrentaba a un granjero nivel 4.

    En un movimiento rápido, le atravieso la garganta mientras sostengo mi arma de manera perpendicular a mi brazo. Sin perder el impulso, doy una patada a la espada de cobre que sostenía para que vuele por el aire en dirección al jefe de los ladrones.
    Pese a ser débil, la carne de ese ladrón se sintió demasiado dura.
    «Mi machete no es reconocido como equipo. Parece que estaré en desventaja si lo sigo usando. Es una lástima. ¿De verdad esto es un juego? Absurdo».

    Trato de dar el primer golpe al líder con mi machete de todas maneras. Planeo que el segundo sea con la espada de cobre que viene cayendo del cielo.

    El líder aún no se percata de mí. Doy un corte mientras giro sobre mi eje para aumentar la energía inercial del golpe. Le rajo el cuello. Veo la sangre caer a borbotones, pero no lo degollé por completo.
    «A diferencia de como lo he hecho con gente en mi mundo anterior usando la misma fuerza».

    Sentí el desgaste que sufrió mi machete. Posiblemente ya perdió bastante filo.
    El bandido solo atina a sostenerse el cuello. Mientras levanta la mirada en mi dirección, agarro la espada de cobre que caía del cielo y doy un corte hacia abajo que le corta la mano con la que cargaba la espada de hierro. Esta cae al suelo, pero antes de que toque el piso, pongo el pie por debajo y le doy un pequeño golpe hacia arriba para agarrarla con mi otra mano.

    Mientras tanto, clavo la espada de cobre en el corazón de un segundo ladrón nivel 3 que se me acercaba por la espalda.
    Con la espada de hierro en mis manos, le perforo el estómago al líder y le doy un segundo corte en el cuello, dejándolo en el suelo. Puedo sentir su vida desvaneciéndose solo segundos después.
    Definitivamente, esta espada de hierro se siente mucho mejor que mi machete al momento de cortar.

    Cazo al resto de los ladrones alrededor del líder, que eran todos de niveles de un solo dígito. Me basta con un corte o puñalada en puntos vitales para matarlos.
    «Me siento más fuerte. ¿Estaré subiendo de nivel?».

    Ya solo quedan unas pocas personas, así que busco al bandido nivel 21. Me mira mientras grita algo, pero no entiendo qué dice. Decide retirarse al ver que el líder estaba en el piso, inmóvil, junto a muchos de sus compañeros. Los pocos ladrones restantes corren junto con un ladrón nivel 19.

    Asesino a algunos por detrás. Definitivamente es mucho más fácil que al principio.
    Uno de nivel 11 se pone en mi camino. Trata de atacarme, pero le rebano uno de los brazos antes de que pueda hacerlo. Pierde el equilibrio y cae hacia mí. Con un segundo corte en el cuello, usando toda mi fuerza con ambos brazos, logro decapitarlo. Su cabeza cae al suelo.
    «Finalmente, ya puedo hacerlo».

    Corto a dos ladrones de nivel bajo que quedaban. El de nivel 19 ya había ganado un par de metros de distancia, pero con una carrera lo alcanzo en menos de dos segundos. Se sorprende al verme a su lado, pero simplemente lo apuñalo en el corazón y luego en el cuello. No alcanzó a ponerse en guardia.

    Dos más se me acercan por los costados. No tuve tiempo de usar “apreciar” antes de cortar ambos cuellos en un solo movimiento. Un tercero viene por mi espalda. Bajo el centro de gravedad de mi cuerpo flexionando parcialmente mis piernas y lo corto en dos mitades desde el abdomen con un corte horizontal. Era particularmente débil; antes estaba peleando con un par de aldeanos.
    «El daño se acumulará y debilitará tu cuerpo, o quizás solo tu resistencia. Interesante».

    Sigo acabando con ellos uno por uno. Finalmente, solo queda el bandido nivel 21 que había escapado antes. Ya se ve muy lejos, pero corro detrás de él. Parece rápido, pero yo al menos duplico su velocidad.

    Lo alcanzo tras un par de minutos. Parece que no pudo mantener el ritmo de carrera tanto tiempo. Al escucharme, mira hacia atrás y da un grito, que es ahogado por mi espada cortándole el cuello.

    Doy un largo suspiro, agito la espada para quitarle los rastros de sangre y vísceras, y después me dejo caer al suelo. Siento la presencia del jefe de la aldea acercándose a mí.
    «La tendré difícil. Ni siquiera entiendo su idioma».

    Aprovecho para revisar mis estadísticas:

    Radek – Humano irregular macho – 17 años.
    Aldeano Nv19 – Espadachín Nv13 – Héroe Nv1.
    Equipo: Espada de hierro.

    «Wow, gané dos trabajos y subí bastante de nivel. La mezcla de experiencia extra más la reducción de experiencia parece muy efectiva. Considerando que estas personas llevan toda su vida viviendo aquí y yo conseguí esto en una sola batalla… dividir la experiencia requerida en 20 y aumentarla en 40 debería equivaler a un aumento de 800 veces».
    «¿Podré cambiar el trabajo que aparece primero?».

    Trato de mover con mi mente la clase Aldeano de su posición en mis estadísticas, y resulta. Ahora aparece que soy un Espadachín – Aldeano – Héroe.
    «Parece que finalmente podré hacerme más fuerte. Ya había sentido un muro en mi crecimiento. Soy capaz de sentir el incremento gracias a los niveles de los trabajos, pero la mayoría sigue siendo mi propia fuerza aún».

    El jefe de la aldea se detiene a mi lado, interrumpiendo mi corriente de pensamiento. Me levanto, quedándome frente a él. Es unos diez centímetros más bajo que yo, quizás más.

    —Xxxxxxx —dice algo en un idioma que no entiendo.
    —Lo siento, señor, no le entiendo.

    Se me queda mirando, extrañado, unos segundos.

    —Eres bastante bueno con el brahim para ser tan joven.

    «¿Brahim? ¿Se traduce lo que digo a este idioma?».

    —Bueno, es mi idioma principal —respondí, adaptándome.

    —Eso es poco frecuente, joven. Supongo que un aventurero talentoso como usted tendrá sus circunstancias especiales.

    «¿Aventurero? Suena a un trabajo. ¿O quizás es un oficio que puede desempeñarse con distintos trabajos? Ya que no conozco los detalles, negar o afirmar sería incorrecto…».

    Un recuerdo momentáneo inundó mi mente. Un hombre alto, rubio y de ojos verdes tapaba el sol detrás de él, mirándome desde arriba. Después de un desafortunado encuentro en el bar en una zona de conflicto, inicié una pelea con un local tras fallar en sacarle información. Paweł, un irregular polaco, me tenía haciendo flexiones con una llanta de camión amarrada a la espalda.

    —Escúchame, Radek. Eres fuerte, lo sé. Pero nuestro trabajo no se trata solo de fuerza, es más, nunca se trató de fuerza. ¿O me vas a decir que puedes pelear contra un tanque o un caza de combate?

    Guardé silencio. Sonaba lógico, pero algo en mí me impedía darle la razón.

    —Contéstame, ¿puedes pelear contra un tanque?
    —No…
    —¿Cierto? Son justamente este tipo de cosas lo que nos da verdadero valor.
    —Pero él preguntó mi identidad de manera insistente. ¿Qué podía hacer?

    Paweł se llevó la mano a las sienes, masajeándose con una expresión exasperada.
    —No golpearlo habría ayudado. Mira, escucha, esto es sencillo. La gente sin entrenamiento es fácil de engañar porque todos creen ser más inteligentes que el resto. Cuando alguien te hace una pregunta que no puedes responder, sea cual sea el motivo, negar, afirmar o mentir es incorrecto. Desviar la pregunta con una distinta afirmación verdadera es lo mejor. Irónicamente, para mentir mejor hay que aprender a decir la verdad.

    Volví en mí mismo, sin tener que pensar en la respuesta. Mirando al alcalde a los ojos, le dije:
    —Soy un espadachín.

    —¿Así que no eres un aventurero? Eso explica tu habilidad con la espada. Nunca había conocido un espadachín tan fuerte.

    Definitivamente aventurero es un trabajo. Mi apuesta salió como quería. Parece que la gente de por acá no es capaz de ver los estados, al menos no a simple vista, pero son conscientes de la existencia de los trabajos.

    —Tuve un buen maestro.
    —Se nota. Te ves en forma

    El alcalde se notaba tenso, asustado, no es para menos. Acaba de ver algunos de sus vecinos morir y quien acabo con la amenaza parece más peligroso aún, ahora tiene que negociar conmigo, no quisiera estar en sus zapatos.

    — De todas formas, has salvado la aldea. Me encuentro profundamente agradecido hacia su persona.
    —Claro, fue un placer.
    —Déjeme agradecerle. ¿Qué puedo hacer por usted?
    —Estoy en medio de un viaje para fortalecerme. No conozco mucho por aquí. Estaría encantado de recibir su orientación, si es que no le es inconveniente.
    —Claro, joven. Déjeme invitarlo a mi casa por ahora. Nosotros nos encargaremos de la limpieza.
    —Gracias. Por favor, guíe el camino; yo le seguiré.

    —Entonces, venga a mi humilde hogar. Me llamo Somara, el jefe de la aldea.
    —Mi nombre es Radek, un simple espadachín.

    Somara – Hombre – 68 años.
    Jefe de Aldea Nv8.
    Equipo: Espada de cobre – Manto – Sandalias – Anillo del jefe de la aldea.

    Definitivamente, la información coincide con lo que veo al usar “apreciar”.

    —Xxxxxxxxx —habla con uno de los aldeanos mientras avanzamos.

    Supongo que está dando instrucciones para la limpieza de los restos de la batalla.

    —¿Las personas que pueden hablar brahim son pocas? —pregunté mientras lo seguía.
    —En esta aldea, solo yo, el mercader Bikka y la señorita de la posada.
    —¿Solo ellos?
    —Radek, a pesar de ser tan joven, como se esperaría, domina fácilmente el brahim.
    «¿Por qué lo repite de nuevo?»
    —Simplemente es mi lengua madre.
    —Aunque había otro hombre que podía hablar brahim, otro aventurero… en la batalla de ahora, él…

    Somara bajó la voz, visiblemente afectado.
    «Debe estar hablando del hombre de mediana edad nivel 25 que vi antes. Su trabajo era aldeano. Tal vez me equivoqué al pensar que aventurero es un trabajo en sí mismo. Quizá hay otros con trabajos de combate mezclados con el de aventurero».

    Llegamos a una casa de dos pisos que se veía mejor construida que las de sus vecinos.

    —Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
    —Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

    —Le estamos preparando un baño caliente. Hay algunos asuntos de los que debo encargarme. Le agradecería que, mientras termino mis obligaciones, usted descanse en mi hogar.
    —Se lo agradezco.

    El jefe de la aldea habló con alguien dentro de la casa, y fui guiado a su interior.

    La casa de Somara es grande, con dos pisos y un aspecto rústico. Las paredes son de adobe, y el techo parece estar hecho con tejas de barro. Es notablemente mejor que las demás casas del pueblo, aunque sigue siendo humilde.
    «No parecen tener un alto nivel de civilización. Diría que están como en la Alta Edad Media. No hay escalones ni arcos decorativos».

    —Por favor, descanse un poco en esta habitación —dijo el aldeano que me guió.
    —Permítame hacerlo.
    —Me despido por ahora.

    La habitación era sencilla, con un suelo polvoriento de madera y unos pocos muebles rústicos. Me dejé caer sobre la cama.
    «Esto es incómodo. ¿Qué haré mientras espero? ¿Debería revisar si puedo restablecer mis puntos de bonificación?».

    Cerré los ojos, tratando de concentrarme en las opciones que recordaba del menú del juego. Podía sentir mi cuerpo todavía tenso por la batalla reciente, pero la sensación de haber superado los límites de lo posible era algo embriagadora.
    «Si realmente estoy en este mundo, y no en un sueño o una simulación, voy a necesitar toda la ventaja que pueda conseguir».

    Aún ahogado en la emoción del momento, olvide sobre mis problemas, sobre mis antiguos compañeros y mis responsabilidades. Todo eso desapareció de mi mente, estaba completamente enfocado en que hacer desde ahora.

    Me senté en el borde de la cama y decidí experimentar un poco más con mis habilidades.