Chapter 5: Playing with my older brother and the queen is back to normal.

“I’m home.”

I said, opening the front door as usual, based on Shizuko’s memories.

Shizuko’s body, which was so awkward when I first reincarnated this morning.

Maybe it’s because my soul has settled in well.

As a physicist, I didn’t believe in the existence of souls.

[…………Huh? There’s no soul? Then what am I………….]

“Well, if it’s not a soul, isn’t it like a hallucination like schizophrenia?”

Like ‘Master, shall I kill him?’ from Lelouch next to strength-hiding Jungshik.

[H, Hallucination! That’s too much…………!]

Our Jinzuko, who I’m still not sure if she’s a real soul or a hallucination beyond a brain lesion.

She pouted with a  expression and poked me with her small arms hidden in her loose uniform sleeves.

It had zero effect. It just passed through like a ghost’s arm.

[…………Ugh, I’m going to take my body back………….]

“I can give it back to you right now if you want?”

[…………No. At least take responsibility for what you’ve done. Hmph!]

Her slightly pouting cheeks and the sunset light shining through the front door.

The two blended naturally like watercolors on a palette. Beneath that descending light, I placed my loafers neatly, feeling like I had finished another day well. It’s only been half a day since my TS reincarnation, but it wasn’t like my mind had already become feminine.

“Hmm, these loafers that Japanese schoolgirls wear are unnecessarily hard and difficult to take off.”

If I were a man, I would have just stepped on the back of my heel and thrown them off.

“I should just wear sneakers from tomorrow.”

[…………Huh? Only kids in sports clubs or track and field wear those.]

“But is there a school rule that says you have to wear loafers?”

[That’s true, but…………… everyone wears them…………… It’s not like we have PE class every day…………..]

Even after what happened today, she’s still worried about that.

Koreans care a lot about what others think, but it’s not to this extent.

No, maybe we’re worse these days.

I saw on the news that people are bullied for being poor if they don’t have luxury goods like Valentine or Shia.

“By the way, I’m going to keep my hair this way without dyeing it.”

[What?! No way! If, If you do that…………! You are already a psycho menhera because of this incident, and on top of that, a gyaru, no, a biker gang delinquent.]

It was at that moment.

-Creak.

Stereotype of a Japanese house.

The stairs leading up to the second floor on the left from the entrance, next to it.

The door at the end of the hallway leading to the living room opened, and the guest who was already home greeted me late.

“Huh?”

A man.

He was looking at Shizuko without saying a word, with a complex and subtle expression that was hard to guess his feelings.

“……Shizuko.”

He called out my name late, but he couldn’t figure out what to say next. He just kept choosing his words with a serious expression.

Probably, Amae Shizuko…… ‘s older brother.

His name was definitely…………….

“Pervert, lowlife, trash, horny monkey, enemy of women……… Ah.”

Words that came out naturally as if they were ingrained in my mouth.

No, why is Shizuko’s memory of her older brother like this?

And how strongly did she call him that for only those words to have normal pronunciation?

It’s true that siblings have bad relationships in real life, but still.

Look, the older brother, who already seemed to have a hard time speaking, has completely shut his mouth.

He’s completely downcast.

His expression also turned red for some reason, to the point of being f*cking pitiful.

[…………Th, That. Last time I went to borrow a manga………… Ah, ugh…… it was just a normal manga cover……… But inside…………….]

Aha, the cover was a disguise and the real thing was inside.

[…………Anyway! After that incident, we haven’t spoken properly for almost half a year…………… I’m already having a hard time at school
…….]

Well, because of Miune, or whatever her name is, something that could only happen in those kinds of manga almost happened in real life. If she saw a red book with that kind of title, she would be especially sensitive.

[…………Yes. Maybe I took out my anger on my brother…………… Originally………… we were close enough to go to school together………….]

Under working parents, the person she trusted and believed in more than her parents, perhaps.

That sibling relationship collapsed in an instant.

Misaligned, divided, and on the verge of breaking.

They used to go to school together, but they haven’t spoken properly for almost half a year.

Something that could have ended as just a one-time happening, just a prank, became a huge sin.

[······.]

So, what was the title?

[……..41, 41?]

No, you were about to say the title earlier, but then you said, “Anyway!” and dodged it.

[…………Th, That………… The title was………… little sister……… little sister jo…………. jo………….]

Jo, huh? What is it?

Say more?

[Ugh……… Jo, Jo……………]

So Jo, what.

Jokuk(Homeland in Korean)?

Jokuk Innovation Party?

Little sister joins the Jokuk Innovation Party and becomes the youngest female middle scholer to become a member of the National Assembly, receiving the number 1 proportional representation because she is a woman?

Aha, if that’s the case, it makes sense to hide it from your family and watch it. I understand.

[That’s completely wrong!]

For reference, the number 1 proportional representation member of the Korean National Assembly must be given to a female politician by law.

[I didn’t want to know, wasn’t curious, and didn’t ask! Th, There’s no way there’s a manga with such a strange title…………!]

No, I don’t know what it is at all because you didn’t say the title properly until the end.

[……………Ugh! You can roughly see my memories anyway, so you don’t have to ask! You pervert! Lowlife…………!]

Jinzuko suddenly started complaining to me and started calling her older brother.

There’s no way I’m a pervert, a lowlife, a horny monkey, and an enemy of women?

I might be a rice monkey running a macro, a woman’s sandbag.

[…………St, Stop joking around!]

[Even if it seems like a joke to you, ahjussi, at that time, to me, how much…………!]

Yeah, it’s a joke.

It’s just that something that should have ended as a joke had bad timing.

[…………Huh?]

So, to the development that it should have been.

Just put it back.

[What do you mean………….]

I didn’t bother to answer Jinzuko’s question,

lightly, playfully,

-Slip, slide.

I slid my strawberry-patterned socks across the hallway.

“?!”

A pitiful man who couldn’t even look his own sister in the eye, even though he noticed me getting closer.

Hmm, come to think of it,

what happened to the macro I was secretly running on my lab computer? It made quite a bit of money.

It was an awesome homemade macro that I disguised as a deep learning AI demonstration research project and ran machine learning on the school cluster.

Who would have thought that calling the GPT AI would actually speak like a real person and no one would be able to ‘normalize’ it.
And no developer or operator would dare to.

Yeah.

“Normalization” I mean.

“Sh, Shizuko.

About that time……………

what you saw then wasn’t mine, it was a friend’s prank………

I, I really didn’t have any strange thoughts about you………

no, more than that…………

I heard from your parents……………

you…………

got a text message…………

at that time,

you were………

and yet, I…………….”

He stuttered with an excuse, his face turning red, and then he quickly turned around and hid his face, showing me only his drooping back.

Uncontrollable guilt and self-loathing.

As if angry at the things he couldn’t do as an older brother at the time, he clenched his fists.

What’s rolled up and hidden in that fist is surely resentment.

To him, I,

“It’z okay.”

with Shizuko’s body,

-Hug.

I gently hugged him from behind.

“Ah, uh……?”

As if comforting him.

As a fellow man, I understand and sympathize with the poor fellow, with a strong will.

And at the same time,

“The immortal masterpiece of the king god Izhimura Tsukaza……………

Little sister Jo Observation Diary, it was so hot.

I couldn’t stand it and came 10 times.”

“……Huh?!”

Like a joke.

“……….Sh, Shizuko?

Wh, What did you just say………….”

“Even though it may be criticized by the world in the open, and even in the shadow, it may be said to be disgusting beyond preference…………

but I think that’s what true freedom of expression and liberal democracy is all about.

So I understand.

If I were a little younger, I would have come 20 times instead of 10.”

“W, Wait……!

Sh, Shizuko!

I have no idea what you’re talking about right now……………!”

It should have been a joke.

“……Ah, no, I’m not saying anything about your strange pronunciation!”

I understand everything.

I’ve forgiven everything now.

In the first place, it wasn’t even a big deal.

It was just bad timing.”

“Ah…………….”

“
Yeah.
“

“Shizu………

ko………”

“Um, not.

I’ll forgive you if you lend me that book again.

Today’z a 20-round challenge.”

“……Uh, uh?!”

It’s okay if it’s a joke.

“Hehe~♪

I took my arms off, spun around Shizuko’s older brother, faced him, and smiled.

He was still bewildered by my many explosive remarks that didn’t seem like jokes.

“Shizuko……………

th…….”

By the way, this guy, if he just dyes his hair blonde, he would look like a golden sun. A bit of a gentle feeling.

The so-called Korean word for it is a pretty boy.

Indeed, is it the power of Shizuko’s genes?

-Flick.

I raised my hand a little higher than my head and flicked it down,

“………Uh, huh?

Ah, b, bow?”

he obediently lowered his body.

Perhaps because my jealousy was mixed with Shizuko’s bright smile, he mistook me for still being angry,

he lowered himself lower than Shizuko’s already small height, and even bowed his head a little, as if to look a little servile, with only his gaze upwards, Shizuko’s older brother……………

This is a different feeling?

A grown man sitting like a dog at the flick of my wrist, like a fem…………

th, queen play?

It’s mysterious.

“Ugh.”

When I pointed my flicked hand forward, he closed his eyes tightly, thinking I was going to slap him.

Uh, um.

It seems that the person who needs to be trained is not the younger sister, but the older brother.

I can see how much Shizuko has been nagging him for the past six months.

But, rest assured.

I already slapped someone’s cheek a lot today, so I don’t want to do it again.

So,

-Pat pat.

I patted his head instead.

Like a good job, the feeling of ruffling my cousin’s hair when I did it for him.

And at the same time, I said it for her again this time.

“I’m sorry.”

The words that the real Shizuko couldn’t say for half a year, just kept inside.

[………Ahjussi.]

The real sister’s complex emotions.

And, although fake, it’s time to add my original feelings.

-Pat, pat

So I patted Shizuko’s older brother’s head and then his back.

Lightly, but heavily.

Beyond sympathy, as if sympathizing with him as if it were my own business.

“It must have been hard, right?”

Being misunderstood and hated,

treated as filth and forced to be moral,

fantasy and imagination becoming the sinner of reality,

I know too well the unspeakable pain and helplessness.

The only way to overcome this terrible trauma,

“Sh, Shizuko·····..”

is the hand of the person who reached out first.

“……I, I’m sorry!

As an older brother, I didn’t even notice that you were going through such a thing…………

I got angry at you for being overly sensitive!

Sob………!”

“Yeah.

But now everything is normalized.

It’z okay.

Ah, do you have any other works?

If so, please share them with me.”

“Sob……

Shizuko…………

so I don’t know what you mean…………

sob!

Damn it……

sob…………!”

Normalization of school, followed by normalization of the older brother.

Compared to the former, the latter was, well, a piece of cake.