Volume 7 - CH 4

Sasaki Emi Teases

Birthday.

That one special day when you were born.

Some people think of it like that.

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In my previous life, my birthday was on July 7th.

I felt so angry when I read in the visual fan book that I share my birthday with that stupid Akechi Hideyori but now that I’m living as him, I think my birthday is rather nice.

If I was born any other day then I think I wouldn’t even think about it though.

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Of course, there’s a reason why I’m ranting on and on about my birthday. I learned from the physical education class that there’s a time span of about 10 months between conception and birthing a child.

In my previous life, I recall the boys getting all excited about the fact that they could now calculate back to when their parents did the deed.

In my case, it was probably around September while the guys that were born in late October or early November were probably Christmas.

That said, I just can’t get into a celebratory mood knowing that my birthday can be used to calculate back to the time my parents went to town on each other.

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I think High School was the period when my heart was tainted.

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“Come on, let’s go Hideyori-kun.”

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Ahh, when I think about how close Takeru and Risa’s birthdays are so close to one another I just hate myself for thinking how energetic their parents were…..

Rather, I can’t help but want to shout at the devs for not just making them twins.

Seriously, who the heck came up with this setting……..

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“Good grief….., why do we have to meet up with everyone in front of the station in the first place……”

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The whole time Emi didn’t hide her displeasure.

She’s probably agitated at the number of rivals who want to give Takeru birthday presents.

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“Hideyori-kun.”

“Y, Yes, ma’am! What is it, Emi-san!”

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It’s safer to be obedient when Emi is in a bad mood.

I would lose if I talk back to her after all.

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“Your arm, give me.”

“………”

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The forceful Emi is scary……..

The Emi who obediently does everything Hideyori orders in [Breaking the Chain of Sadness] is not here.

Honestly speaking, I think our positions have been reversed.

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“……..here, please enjoy.”

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Is she going to practice a wrestling move on me……..?

Maybe she’s going to bite……..?

My heart trembles at each and every of Emi’s movements.

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“Hehe, thank you.”

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Emi wrapped her arms around mine and suddenly seems like she is in a good mood.

My heart is racing at how physically close we are right now.

Ugh……, this is bad………

We look like lovers now right………

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“Why are you blushing? Niya Niya” (TLN: Grinning sound effect)

“S, Shut up……. And don’t just make your own sound effect like that…….”

“Your retort is unusually harsh today. This isn’t like the usual Hideyori-kun, you know? Niya Niya.”

“Stop that!”

“You’re getting desperate now. Niya Niya.”

“Arghh, why are you like this! Stop that already! It’s like we’re—-”

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It’s more embarrassing than I expected when she does that.

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“Like we’re what? What do we look like? Niya Niya.”

“Kugh……..”

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I’m absolutely not going to say that we look like lovers!

Today’s Emi’s kinda irritating.

I’m gonna turn the table on her with a single word.

Was what I intended but I do not possess that kind of unique verbal skill.

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“So? Hideyori-kun, what did you imagine we looked like? Niya Niya.”

“……..”

“Come on? Niya Niya.”

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“Say something. Niya Niya.”

“………like a young lady is guiding me into the bath.”

“Wha…..!?”

“Wait! Forget that! Let’s stop this!”

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When I tried to think of something else besides lovers, the next thing that came to mind was the content of the Sawamura Yama DVD that my uncle was watching.

No, that answer was the worst…….

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“…….I see.”

“That’s no–…….”

“Do you want to……, go right now?”

“Please come back to your senses!? You perverted girl!!! It was my fault, okay!”

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I feel like I need to apologize to her a hundred times over now.

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“……S, So you were looking at me like that.”

“…….now you are blushing too you know. Niya Niya.”

“..!? That’s not fair!!”

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I managed to get one counterattack in.

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“………….”

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Embarrassed, both of us continue to walk to the station in silence.

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“…….want to stop linking arms?”

“…….never.”

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I was nervous the whole time but despite the furious beatings of my heart, our arms remain linked.

What was left was pure awkwardness………

TLN: Probably accurate depiction…..