The day when I was favored by my brothers

Yukimura Seiichi often thinks of that dream.

It probably happened many years ago. On an ordinary summer night, after a tiring but fulfilling day of tennis training, I returned to my room to rest.

Close your eyes, open them, and what you see is a door that seems to seal something indescribable.

It is completely different from the dreams of the past.

——Because the reality of this dream is too strong.

Whether it was the dim corridor behind him, the blood stains clearly visible on the door, or even the rust marks on the door frame, they were all quite clear.

Yukimura Seiichi hesitated for a moment, then tentatively leaned down, trying to see something through the bars of the iron window.

Behind the door is not the scary monster you imagined.

With the faint light, he saw a girl lying quietly on the ground.

The girl's long milk-blond hair was spread on the ground, and her fair and slender arms were scarred, and blood could be vaguely seeped out.

The girl on the ground seemed to have noticed something. Her knuckles trembled slightly and she raised her head in confusion. With the sound of the iron chains colliding, the girl turned back and looked at him. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she murmured something like sleep.

Whispering: "...brother?"

The moment he came into contact with the girl's hazy eyes, Yukimura Seiichi felt that his heart almost stopped for a moment.

Hope, expect, plead.

It's a pity... Even though she had such expectations, she was not the "brother" she called.

Before Yukimura Seiichi took the initiative to speak, the girl in the dream quickly lowered her head again.

She curled up with her knees on the ground, her face pressed against the cold floor. The red blood slowly flowed and spread, and dark red flowers bloomed.

Beautiful, fragile, like an elf imprisoned here with broken wings.

The wounds caused by the spell had not healed for a long time, and the demon power and blood were severely lost. When her consciousness was blurred, she did not even understand what she was saying in confusion.

"Brother...is that you?"

After hearing such a cautious, soft, and even trembling question, Yukimura Seiichi was silent for a while.

‌Not good at lying.

What's more, you can understand from the beginning to the end that the brother the girl in the dream is calling is not him.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably not your brother."

Yukimura Seiichi carefully considered his tone and responded in the gentlest way.

‌Then, ‌ heard a clear cry from the other side of the door.

From small sobs, to finally sobbing loudly and completely uncontrollably.

It's like the cry of a small animal after being injured. No matter how you listen to it, it makes people feel pity.

Yukimura Seiichi felt that if he wanted this child to stop crying at this moment, maybe the right way would be...

"Maybe you can ask me another question." He sighed and spoke in the gentlest tone.

"...?" The girl curled up on the ground was slightly stunned.

"You can ask me, 'Can you be my older brother?'" Yukimura Seiichi said.

The girl followed ‌'s ‌ retelling it word for word, and carefully asked: "Can you... be my brother...?"

"Yes, it's okay." Yukimura Seiichi patiently advised in the gentlest tone, as if he was coaxing a crying child: "So, there is no need to continue crying."

"..."

"From now on, I am your brother."

"..."

However, the girl remained paralyzed on the ground, silent and unable to respond for a long time.

Yukimura Seiichi frowned slightly, thinking, this method that seems to be coaxing the child, but it still doesn't work.

"……Really?"

For a long time, when Yukimura Seiichi looked around at the scene and was lost in thought, the girl's pale face suddenly appeared on the other side of the fence, almost startling him.

She asked persistently: "Is it...really?"

The girl's delicate face seems out of place with everything here.

"Yes, it's true." Yukimura Seiichi nodded.

"Can you...be my brother?"

It seemed that she hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time. Every word in this sentence had to be turned over and over and read carefully many times.

As for Yukimura Seiichi, he would patiently respond to her almost every time.

"Can."

Almost everyone who knows Seiichi Yukimura feels that he is a gentle and trustworthy person, because his gentleness is reflected from the inside out and is quite natural.

Just by looking into his soft eyes, you will unconsciously want to rely on and trust him.

This is true whether in reality or on the tennis court.

And the girl in front of her may have put down all her guard because of this and unconditionally trusted ‌ whom she met for the first time.

"elder brother?"

Over and over again, the questions she asked seemed to be for confirmation, and her innocent and innocent eyes like a small animal made Yukimura Seiichi blush slightly.

It seems that this method has worked.

"……Um."

"……elder brother."

"……Um."

After a long time, the girl seemed to finally understand the meaning of ‌, and her delicate face like a doll blossomed into a sweet smile.

The chains clattered, and she stretched out her little finger in the direction of ‌.

"Hook." She said softly.

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes dropped, and after seeing the hideous wounds and scars of different shades on her body, his heartbeat stopped again.

Who on earth did such a cruel thing to this child?

Even though he knew deep down in his heart that this was just a dream, it was all a bit... too much.

‌Why do ‌ have such a dream?

Yukimura Seiichi sighed softly in his heart again, and wanted to reach out his hand to respond to the girl's little finger.

‌Suddenly for a second, ‌opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

Looking at the familiar ceiling of the room in front of him, Yukimura Seiichi's expression seemed a little lost. He raised his hands to cover his face and let out a faint sigh.

‌Of course, it’s a dream.

Even after many years, Yukimura Seiichi will occasionally recall the dream that night.

Although it was a dream, at that time, it felt as if he was still in reality. Whether it was the girl imprisoned behind the door, or the little finger that the girl stretched out, or the cautious call of "brother" in her mouth, everything was there.

The look of joy after receiving the response... everything seemed extremely real and vivid in my mind.

After that, ‌ was promoted to ‌ a junior high school in Rikkai University, joined the tennis club, and gradually became a director, leading his members to create the myth of being undefeated in the national arena——

There are legends about Yukimura Seiichi everywhere in Rikkai University.

After all, ‌ is such a dazzling young man, with excellent grades, gentle personality, and tennis skills that can be called the son of God. The most important thing is that ‌’s appearance is impeccable.

According to the girls in the academy, any girl will feel ashamed in front of Yukimura-senpai, because there is absolutely no girl in the world who is more beautiful than Yukimura-senpai.

——‌’s smile is the smile possessed by angels‌, it is a treasure given by God!

Of course, after this exaggerated statement spread to the tennis club, Akaya Kirihara patted Nioh Masaharu on the shoulder and laughed for a long time.

"Do you know hahahahahaha, those girls actually described the minister as more beautiful than girls? Hahahahaha——"

Kirihara Akaya, a first-year student at Rikkai Junior High School with a cheerful personality, was given high hopes because of his talent and excellent tennis skills. He was tortured by the minister Yukimura Seiichi and the deputy minister on a daily basis, and was often picked up by the two for continuous special training.

So this time, after finally catching our perfect minister gossiping, Kirihara Akaya naturally had to laugh heartily.

I was so happy that I didn't even notice the winking reminders from several members around me.

"Akaya Kirihara!"

When the mother shouts the full name of ‌, it means that a storm is coming.

In the same way, when the deputy minister shouts ‌’s full name, it means that ‌’s head is about to be removed.

Genichiro Sanada, the deputy director of the Tennis Club of Rikkai University, is selfless and is Seiichi Yukimura's most trusted friend. He is known as the emperor on the tennis court. He inherits a long-established kendo gym in his family, and...

His personality is somewhat like that of a meticulous director.

With a "boom" sound, Genichiro Sanada's iron fist of justice fell on the head of Akaya Kirihara, who was full of gossip.

"What are you talking about if you don't train well? Run around the court twenty times! Swing the racket five hundred times!"

Kirihara Akaya: "..."

‌ burst into tears and looked around ‌ with half-seeking eyes.

I saw Marui Bunta whistling and popping a bubble gum; Nioh Masaharu humming a song and using a small mirror to straighten the pigtails on the back of his head; Yagyu Hiroshi pushed up his glasses and looked seriously

The small notebook in his hand recorded information, and he murmured: "The Ice Emperor's special moves are..."

The plastic brotherhood is a lesson to behold.

Kirihara Akaya:...So love will disappear, right?

"Thirty laps!"

"No, no, no, deputy minister! I'm running away! I'm running away!"

Before the punishment continued to increase, Little Kelp let out a long sigh, reluctantly accepted his fate, took a breath, and then began to run in circles.

But at this moment, a certain aura-filled figure walked from the entrance of the tennis court.

Behind him is a team uniform jacket that seems to have escaped gravity. Even the most ordinary gray and yellow sportswear can be worn to the effect of walking on the catwalk. He has violet-colored slightly curly medium-long hair and a smile.

The sharpness coefficient in the eyes is restrained.

Just like...a beautiful young man walking out of the moonlight.

"Oh? Is it so busy early in the morning?" Yukimura Seiichi said with a warm jade smile: "Everyone came so early?"

Kirihara Akaya said hello loudly, "Hello, Chief!", while turning his head and muttering in a low voice at the lowest volume: "...No, the members who get up early will have breakfast after exercising, and the members who come late will have to deal with Deputy Sanada.

Eat with the minister’s fist.”

‌This sentence is indeed an exaggeration.

After all, the only person who gets punched every day is ‌.

Yukimura Seiichi's eyebrows curved: "Akaya, I heard everything."

Kirihara Akaya: "..."

‌Speed ​​up the pace and run away quickly, but heard the minister slowly say in a gentle tone: "Since it's great that Chiya is so energetic today, let's run around the tennis court."

‌Ten laps to warm up.”

Good guy, Kirihara Akaya thought to himself, this is what I want to do with my life.

"Minister! You can't be like this!" Kirihara Akaya was not convinced: "I am also praising you for your good looks! I dare say that in this school... no, in this world, there is no girl who can be as good-looking as you.

of!"

This flattery was quite stiff and had no desire to survive, and even caused the entire tennis court to fall into an eerie silence.

Nioh Masaharu felt that giving zero points was the best.

Genichiro Sanada couldn't bear it anymore, and finally chased him with the wooden blade he used in kendo training.

Today's morning exercise started with Kirihara Akaya crying and shouting.

Yukimura Seiichi was a little helpless.

"...It's not such an exaggeration. Of course there are girls who are prettier than me."

"Huh? Who is it? Minister?"

Marui Bunta came forward with a gossipy look on his face: "It seems that the minister has never talked about girls before."

After all, he has always looked like a son of God who does not like the fireworks of the world.

"Well...that was the girl I had a dream about a few years ago..."

Hearing this, several people who originally raised their ears suddenly raised their foreheads and shook their heads.

Look, what is Versailles literature? This is called Versailles literature.

The minister even thinks that he has to find girls who are prettier than him in his dreams, because they simply cannot exist in reality.

Of course, they only regarded it as a joke made by the minister to calm the awkward atmosphere. Therefore, after this small episode, Li Hai's tennis club began an exciting morning session.

Practice early.

After the club activities in the morning, the teenagers who had finished displaying their youth have become a beautiful scenery on campus.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and girls almost squeeze their heads to see the beautiful boy.

What happened to their greedy senior faces? After all, everyone has the right to discover and appreciate beauty! And after the morning exercise, the beautiful young men in Ritsukai looked like their hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to their necks... This is simply too

Foul...

Well, except Jackal Kuwabara-senpai, he doesn’t have any hair.

But at this moment, there seemed to be another small commotion at the school gate.

"Oh hoo!" "Oh hoo!"

Just listen to the shouts of oh one after another.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Kirihara Akaya stretched his neck to look over there: "Did some big shot come to Tatekai University? Then we don't have to go to class today?"

"No, I just heard that a transfer student transferred to our school."

One of the members of Rikkai University is a boy who is a classmate of Akaya Kirihara. Through the school forum, he quickly learned the real-time gossip: "I heard that the transfer student is a legendary PreCure.

The kind where the road is sparkling..."

Kirihara Akaya: "...This is too exaggerated. How can it be possible that everything you walk on will sparkle?"

Although secretly photographing is obviously against the law, a photo was posted on the forum - only the back, and it seemed to be taking a picture of the campus scenery, but in the whole photo, the girl's long milk-blond hair that almost reached her ankles was like a

Shining brightly in it.

The bubble gum that Bunta Marui was blowing broke suddenly, and he subconsciously complained: "It's so long! Is she Rapunzel! Her hair is so long!"

"I wonder which class of bastards is so lucky to be that beautiful girl's classmate?" the member said with a look of longing.

"I don't think it's anything." Kirihara Akaya scratched his head and said, "I don't even have a straight face, and besides, I'm probably not as good-looking as the minister—"

He stopped talking, and reflexively held his head and shrank his neck, fearing that he would be punished by the deputy minister's iron fist.

The expected iron fist did not fall.

Because at some point, Yukimura Seiichi, who saw a member's mobile phone, had already hurried past the crowd and headed towards the campus gate.

"Ah! Minister! Where are you going?"

"Minister, do you want to see Rapunzel? Take one of us!"

"Yukimura!"

A bunch of Rikkai staff rushed to follow Yukimura's footsteps.

Almost the moment he saw the photo and the familiar long hair, a certain possibility ignited in Seiichi Yukimura's heart.

Although I secretly thought that this was absolutely impossible, but...

‌The pace was carried by the wind, and finally it came to a standstill.

Through the crowd, through time, through dreams and reality, Yukimura Seiichi clearly saw the figure in front of him.

The girl was holding the pink uniform schoolbag worn by elementary school students in her hands, looking around with a blank expression.

The people around me are very enthusiastic.

He kept saying, "Senior sister, which room are you going to? Are you going to the office? Shall we take you there? Don't be afraid that we are not good people, ah no, seniors and seniors are all

He is a good person."

Xiao Mo: "..."

The attitude of these humans was too enthusiastic and too suspicious. If she had known about it, she would have listened obediently to her brothers and others and would not have come to school alone in advance.

It was completely an embarrassing situation between a rock and a hard place! Is it better for her to go with them to something or to turn around and run away?

No... speaking of it, she actually has no interest in going to school at all.

Instead of letting her read boring textbooks, it would be more interesting to force her to learn how to draw spells and practice swordsmanship.

Therefore, Xiao Mo still stood there, not knowing whose warm invitation should be responded to, so he simply repeated "Thank you, no need" on his lips like a repeater, while hugging his school bag tightly, his head getting more and more nervous.

The lower it goes, the more autistic it becomes.

...I don’t want to go to school, I want to go home.

But at this moment, a figure broke through the crowd and came to her. With a gentle but undeniable force, he cautiously took her wrist.

"younger sister……?"

Xiao Mo was about to withdraw his hand when he heard such a magnetic call.

Her subconscious attempt to resist stopped, and she also discovered that the breath of the human in front of her... was not annoying.

She raised her head stiffly and saw a pair of gentle eyes that seemed to contain endless emotions.

The senior members of Li Hai who arrived later saw at a glance the scene of their minister holding the hand of a little girl when they met for the first time.

——The collapse of the worldview, the pupil earthquake.jpg.