A small clink of glasses was made to imitate a toast. It felt a little awkward because the content was just orange juice.
âThen again⊠âHappy birthday, Chidori!â
âHappy seventeenth birthday to you too, Tsugumi. Fufu, I am kind of embarrassed.â
âItâs fine. Itâs nice to celebrate like this once a year.â
âThatâs right. âThen, letâs have supper.â
With that said, Shizuku and Chidori smiled at each other.
Various things happened, but being able to laugh with Chidori this way was the happiest thing for him.
âItâs been a while since Iâve eaten crab. Wasnât it expensive?â
âIt was on sale and cheap. Donât worry, itâs not over our budget.â
After returning from what seemed to be a date with Bell, Tsugumi cooked more elaborate dishes with Chidori, who returned from club activities. She was surprised by the souvenirs he took out but managed to be convinced when he told her he bought them at a department store in the station building. It was a bit of a close call.
âThe disaster of ten years ago seemed so long ago now.â
Chidori suddenly muttered.
âTen years ago, an unprecedented biological disaster, caused by a Demonic Beast that is said to be beyond the level of Class A, resulted in the disappearance of an entire city. On that day, when a city with a population of 30,000 people was instantly reduced to rubble, Tsugumi and Chidori lost everything but each other.
They lost their memories, could not remember where they lived, their parents or relatives, and the only thing they could remember were their first names.
âBut he could still remember that day when they ran through the sea of fire together as if it were yesterday. That was Tsugumiâs earliest memory.
âTen years went by so fast. When I was a kid, I used to wonder every day what would happen to me, but now Iâm doing okay, and thatâs good. I still dread to think what would have happened if Jiisama hadnât taken us in.â
âThatâs right. We have to thank Yozuru-jiisama for taking care of us.â
Yozuru was an elderly man of extraordinary wealth who took in Tsugumi ten years ago and adopted them.
The old man had lost all of his blood relatives during the turmoil thirty years earlier and still lived in seclusion in the mountains, but they met in the shelter ten years ago and on a whim, he took them in. He gave them a house to live in and even paid their living expenses and school fees.
At first, Tsugumi was a bit skeptical of his generosity, but now heâd gotten used to it and was grateful for his goodwill.
âIâd like to repay him someday, but I wonder if he will let me⊠That person doesnât seem to have any money problems, and he hates people, so he wonât let me take care of him, will he?
Sometimes when I see him, he leaves after a few minutes, and Iâm sure he doesnât hate me, but heâs a little difficult, so I donât know what to do with himâŠâ
Chidori let out a sigh with a pensive look on her face.
Yozuru went to see them once a year at this house, but they were basically not allowed to go see him from here. In the first place, Tsugumi didnât even know where Yozuru lived.
The distance between them was a little too big to be called âfamilyâ. Both physically and mentally. He really was a mysterious person.
âCome to think of it, do you remember your old memories?â
ââŠWhy do you ask that?â
Tsugumi only asked the question vaguely, but for some reason, Chidori asked back in a slightly stilted voice. The unexpected response made him a little confused.
âNo, itâs just a feeling I have. Itâs been ten years, and it wouldnât be surprising if we remembered some things, would it?â
âIâm afraid I canât remember anything. Do you remember anything, Tsugumi?â
Chidori asked with a serious look on her face. Tsugumi was a bit annoyed by this, but opened his mouth.
âI canât think of anything in particular, either. Iâm sorry⊠Did I perhaps remind you of something you donât like?â
Perhaps Chidori had a different view of the past than Tsugumi. While he himself didnât care about his parents or his memories of the past, Chidori was kind and probably feel guilty about not being able to remember them.
A family was supposed to be very important. Just as Chidori was to Tsugumi, she probably cared about her parents, whom they couldnât remember.
âNo, Iâm just a little sentimental. âYes, letâs get back on track and exchange gifts, shall we? You made sure you got me one, didnât you?â
âOh, um. Of course.â
Chidori cut off with a cheerful voice. It made him wonder, but maybe she just didnât want to talk about something so dark.
Thinking this, Tsugumi reflected on the strange subject he had broached. It probably wasnât the right conversation to have on a day of celebration.
âHereâs one from me. A notebook and an alarm clock. You know how often youâre late and forget things, donât you? Use this to take care of yourself from now on, okay?â
âHaha, Iâll do my best⊠But thank you. Iâll use it carefully.â
His alarm broke just the other day, so the timing was perfect. The notebook would surely help him keep track of his schedule as a Magical Girl from now on.
With this in mind, first of all, he presented the ticket that Yukitaka had given him in front of Chidori.
âWhatâs this?â
âA gift from Yukitaka. Itâs a ticket for a women-only trip to a hot spring, so you should invite a friend to go with you. âHereâs one from me. Try opening it.â
Saying this, Tsugumi took out a beautifully wrapped box.
It was a masterpiece that he had worked so hard on yesterday while being ridiculed by Bell as âbad shitâ. He knew the wrapping would be ripped off soon, but if she was pleased with it, that would be fine.
âOnsen trip! I wonder if itâs ok to get something so expensive⊠As for Tsugumi, oh my, itâs kind of cute.â
With dexterous hands, Chidori peeled off the wrapping paper without tearing it. Her eyes widened when she saw what was inside.
âAndersenâs fairy tales collection⊠Itâs in Danish, too, isnât it? I canât believe Iâm getting a text thatâs as close to the original as I can get!â
Chidori gazed at the book with sparkling eyes.
âDuring the turmoil and disasters of 30 years ago, most of the libraries and other facilities were burnt to the ground and disappeared. There might still be some books left in the national collection, but they were not something that ordinary citizens could look at easily.
In addition, the Japanese peopleâs impression of foreign countries was at its worst due to the countryâs isolation. Books written in foreign languages, not to mention books burned in Japan, were rare and hard to come by. Thatâs why it wasnât easy to collect foreign books.
With trembling hands, Chidori hugged the book tightly. If she was that happy, all the hard work was worth it.
âIâm glad you liked it.â
Involuntarily, the words stopped.
âIn front of his eyes, Chidori was crying with ragged tearsă»ă»ă»ă»
âHey, you donât have to cry about anything. Itâs not like itâs a first edition original book, and the value itself isnât that great, you know?â
Tsugumi was upset and gently offered a tissue. He hadnât seen Chidori cry in years. It would be strange not to be upset.
âNo. Iâm just happy that Tsugumi remembers what I like⊠Thank you so much.â
And Chidori laughed beautifully while crying.
âThat face overlapped with someone elseâs. He had a feeling that someone had laughed like this before. But now he didnât care about that.
âI am glad youâre happy. Iâll put away the dishes, so go cool your eyes. It wouldnât do you any good if it swelled up, would it?â
ââŠYeah. Iâm sorry, I cried like a child. Is it okay if I go back to my room first? I still canât stop cryingâŠâ
Iâm sorry. Itâs embarrassing, isnât it? Chidori wiped her tears. It didnât bother him, but even though they were siblings, Chidori wouldnât like to be seen crying forever. Thinking so, he sent her on her way.
âOh, Iâm so glad youâre happy.
Thinking so, Tsugumi laughed with satisfaction.
âââ
Chidori closed the door behind her and covered her face with her hands. A drop of clear water trickled from between her fingers.
âI am so happy. I am very, very happy. That made Chidori feelă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»ă»bitter.
Chidori sometimes wondered if she should be living so happily. Living with her younger brother Tsugumi, cuddling up to him. It was so sweet â and yet so sinfulâŠ
She stood up unsteadily and opened a drawer in her desk. There was a small wooden photo frame. She took out the picture and gently stroked the surface of the picture.
One of them was a young Tsugumi, about five years old, and the other was a middle-school girl with a face similar to that of Tsugumi, smiling as they snuggle up together. On the back of the photo was written.