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IBHJ Chapter 380
🕑 Added 2023-07-23 03:01:23 +0000 UTC"Brother, can you please teach this little sister of yours a lesson? She's been so incompetent lately." Sakura mumbled, resting her head on his lap. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink, and she looked a bit bashful, her ears blushing as well.
His face darkened instantly.
"Do you seriously want me to punish you?"
"Yes, go ahead, Brother," she murmured, her burning cheeks hidden behind her hands as she continued, "I didn't even realize Ritsuka was getting into such dangerous situations. I feel like such an incompetent sister. Please punish me, Brother, so I can learn from my mistakes."
He gazed at Sakura lying on his lap, lost in her own thoughts. He responded with a emotionless expression, "You'll definitely learn your lesson."
Sakura felt captivated by the idea.
Her brother's punishment would undoubtedly be harsh.
Would the sound of his hand meeting her skin echo through the room?
To her, this was love!
In her eyes, the scene of Shirou disciplining Ritsuka was a display of brotherly love, something she had never experienced before.
Since becoming a part of the Fujimaru family, the brother she had always admired had been away from home, not offering her the same meticulous attention he gave to Ritsuka, and they didn't have the chance to grow up together.
By the time her admired brother returned, she had already grown up.
In his presence, she was now a responsible older sister, a caretaker who didn't require much looking after.
Perhaps that's why her brother's attention seldom fell on her, as he had complete confidence in her abilities.
For that very reason, she found herself occasionally envious of her sister, who received care and concern from her brother.
Witnessing her brother's loving discipline and seeing her sister cry like a pear blossom in the rain, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
What a pervert.
Sakura chided herself internally, feeling like a pervert for being envious and jealous of her sister because of this.
That's why she needs her brother's guidance.
"Please go ahead, Brother. Please don't consider my feelings. Please—punish me severely." she pleaded, her hands still concealing her flushed cheeks.
With a stern expression, he extended his hand and gently rested it on her head.
Hmm? Could it be that my brother wants to comfort me? Sakura wondered silently.
Instead of the expected punishment, he gently pulled Sakura's hair upwards—
"It hurts, it hurts so much!" she cried out, her intoxication now overshadowed by the pain.
"Brother, please let go! Please let go! My hair will be pulled out!" she pleaded, clutching her hair with both hands.
His face remained stern as he said, "Sakura, I never taught you to be so shameless."
"I know, I know, I'm being shameless," she sobbed.
"Will you dare to lift your own skirt next time?"
"No, no, I won't dare. Brother, please let go. I'll be bald if you keep pulling! I won't do it again, I promise!"
He finally released his grip on her hair.
Sakura cradled her pitiful hair and looked at his hand, noticing a few strands that had been pulled out. Tearfully, she said, "Brother, that's so mean! Hair is precious to girls!"
"Will you remember this now?"
She continued to cry, "Brother, you just don't understand anything! I really hate you! I hate you!"
Sobbing, she hurriedly ran to her room.
As she reached the staircase, Sakura's head popped out from around the corner, and she repeated, "I really hate you, Brother!"
Only then did she turn and run away.
Shirou: "..."
"What is all this about?"
He sighed and shook his head helplessly.
...
Illya, Miyu, and Gray decided to sleep together in the guest room.
Even though the bed in the Fujimaru household's guest room wasn't particularly large, it turned out to be just right for the three petite people.
Illya and Miyu were both ten years old, with small frames, while Gray, at fifteen, had a slim and delicate figure. As a result, sleeping together didn't feel crowded at all.
The moonlight outside gently filtered through the thin window curtains, creating a silvery pattern on the bed.
Illya found it difficult to fall asleep. On one hand, she couldn't stop replaying the scene where Shirou had disciplined Ritsuka earlier. On the other hand, she was anxious about the situations involving her magical companions, Sapphire and Ruby.
A few days ago, she had been filled with longing at the prospect of becoming a magical girl after learning that she could become one. Despite Sapphire warning her about the dangers involved, Illya had still made a contract with her, unable to resist the allure of becoming a magical girl.
After that, she faced her first battle against none other than Medusa - a truly dangerous experience for a novice magical girl.
Sapphire had warned her numerous times to quit being a magical girl, and she seriously considered giving it up altogether. However, just when she was on the verge of making that decision, Ritsuka and Ruby showed up.
Despite their best efforts, both Ritsuka and Ruby were spectacularly defeated and thrown out of the Mirror World by Rider.
But why had she kept getting tangled up in Ritsuka's crazy adventures up until this point?
As she pondered the situation, it became evident that although Illya openly expressed her concerns for Sapphire and her desire to protect Ritsuka, there was a part of her, hidden deep within her heart, that genuinely yearned to become a magical girl.
But Illya also felt that this way of thinking was not quite right.
It was as if she had a split personality.
In fact, Illya always felt that she was not normal. This feeling had been with her from the beginning. She always felt like there was another person living inside her, influencing her.
In that very moment, Miyu, who had been sleeping closest to the edge, rolled over and gazed at Illya, softly uttering, "Um..."
Startled, Illya, who was resting in the middle, shifted slightly and faced Miyu with a hint of apology in her eyes, "Did I wake you up?"
Miyu shook her head and replied calmly, "No."
After a brief pause, she asked, "Your name is Illya, right?"
"Yes, I'm Illyasviel von Einzbern. But everyone calls me Illya. You can call me Illya too," she said with a warm smile. Then, after a pause, she returned the question, "And you?"
"Emiya Miyu."
"Emiya?" she couldn't help but pause, and then she added, "That's the same surname as mine."
"Huh?" Miyu was taken aback.
Illya pointed to herself, "My surname is also Emiya."
"Is your father...?"
"My father is Emiya Kiritsugu."
"Emiya... Kiritsugu..." Miyu fell silent.
A sudden realization dawned upon her.
It became clear to her who the person standing before her, this Illyasviel von Einzbern, truly was.
In a way, she was like a mirror image of herself, a counterpart from a parallel world.
However...
Miyu pushed down her impatience and asked, "So, do you have a brother? A brother named Emiya Shirou?"
"Nope," Illya shook her head and replied, "I don't have a brother. And as far as I know, there's only one Fujimaru Shirou."
"Fujimaru Shirou..."
Miyu mused as the name resurfaced in her memory. The old man who rescued her from the gap in the parallel world had mentioned Fujimaru Shirou as the parallel world counterpart of her brother, Emiya Shirou.
She couldn't help but feel that Fujimaru Shirou and her own brother, Emiya Shirou, were vastly different, making it impossible for her to see them as the same person.
"What's wrong, Miyu?" Illya asked, sensing her internal struggle.
"It's nothing..." Miyu shook her head, concealing all the worries in her heart. She then changed the subject, asking, "Um, Illya, what are you doing out there with those wands?"
"Well... Sapphire told me that there are replicated Heroic Spirits causing trouble in Fuyuki City and that magical girls are needed to protect it. So, I decided to become one," she explained with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of her head.
She felt a bit embarrassed saying it out loud, as it made her sound like a fool.
"Heroic Spirits... Are they the ones created from the cards?"
"Yes," Illya nodded, then looked at her curiously, "How did you know?"
A mix of emotions washed over Miyu. She couldn't help but wonder if it was somehow her fault. Were those cards brought into this world because of her, causing disruptions and chaos?
A heaviness settled in her heart as she thought about the implications.
Comments
JeanMartin Freites
Thoroughly got to see a side of Sakura we haven't seen before. And that talk at the end was pretty welcome as well.
