Blade Online

I have no father or mother. We both died in a car accident when we were little. I now live with my brother at my grandmother's and grandfather's house. They were both very good people and they did a lot of things for us. I want to thank you both one day when I grow up.

Ever since your father and mother died, I've been feeling like I'm stuck breathing every day. Every day was hard. But I don't have any parents anymore. I don't even have a brother. So I have to hold on. Because your brother was not a very well-guided man.

I have to protect your brother. That's what I've always thought.

I'll take care of it.

But that's what your brother said to me as he hugged me.

Your brother freed me with that word from something that had been eroding my heart ever since your father and mother died.

I was happy.

I was so happy.

Time has passed since then and soon I will be in my first year of middle school and your brother will be in my first year of high school. There have been a lot of hard and painful things since then, but my brother and I have been working hard, supported by my grandmother and grandfather.

Even now those words of your brother are my treasure.

Brother, I love it.

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Your brother became a high school student, and I became a junior high school student, too.

This middle school is my brother's alma mater, and thanks to the fact that he taught me in advance what kind of events there are and what kind of equipment there are, I was able to make new friends quickly. Even the first midterm test got a good point there, and my grandmother bought me the game I had always wanted to celebrate.

The club entered the Valley Department of which I had been interested for a long time. He was just a kind senior, and he was kind enough to tell me things I didn't know. At school, I work hard on clubs, go home and study, and then play games. Every day was very fulfilling.

But your brother didn't.

I hear your brother took a bad point in math he learns in high school called math i in the first test. Relationships didn't go well even in the Kendo department that went into it, and it seemed like a lot of trouble.

Sounds like there's a math retest coming up, and your brother spent hours studying in his room every day without playing the games he loved.

"Why didn't you come!?

You promised to come and support my valley for the game over the weekend, but your brother didn't. This is my first game out, so I wanted your brother to see it.

"I'm sorry... I forgot," he apologizes with real sorrow. The frustration never subsided when I saw your brother's face, and from that day on I started ignoring your brother.

Ignoring your brother when he talked to me, I felt bad when I saw your brother's sad face. At first I thought it would be different, but gradually I started to feel self-loathing about what a terrible thing I was doing.

I wish I could stop, but I couldn't be honest and I lost track of the time to stop ignoring your brother.

It was about a week after your brother.

I was confessed to a senior named Yuhei Oda, a third-year student in the Valley Department.

Senior Oda has good motor nerves and is particularly good among the men's volleyball clubs practicing next to the women's volleyball club. Plus it has a neat face and is popular with women.

After practice, I wanted to talk to Senior Oda, who was called up behind a less popular dumpster and said, "I liked seeing Yayo work hard on the valley. Go out with me," he said.

I thought it might be a confession at the time of the call, but I didn't know it would really... I can't think about dating or anything yet......

"I'm sorry...... Now I'm still hanging out with someone... not in that mood... Thank you for confessing. It was a pleasure."

When I say that, Senior Oda says, "Okay. I'm suddenly sorry," he grinned. So we broke up and dropped out as usual.

The next day, after class, I came to the gym to join the club and realized that something was different. The moment I entered the gym, both the men's and women's volleyball clubs, both gazed at me. I can't say it well, but that gaze wasn't a very good one. I don't like it.

"Hello -"

The practice had not yet begun, but I greet the seniors who were preparing. Usually you smile and say something, but the seniors didn't gaze at me that day and didn't say anything.

I wonder why, but I also turned to my classmate friend to get ready. And even there I was ignored.

My friends ignored me just like the seniors, pushed me over and kept getting ready.

Why ignore it? Did I do something? I thought so, but I couldn't speak, and I just had to get ready by myself.

From that day on, the attitude of the people around me changed.

Not only were they ignored by seniors and classmates in the same club, they also became ignored by friends in the same class. Nothing had changed for the men who didn't originally speak, but the attitude of the women had obviously changed.

Why is that?

I didn't know what was causing this. I didn't do anything wrong... I should. At least I don't think I've done anything terrible that someone resents me.

I apologize "sorry" for talking to a friend I was close to, and he goes somewhere.

Then I gradually isolated myself.

But that didn't end there.

My top is hidden at school, my desk is knocked down, and I'm graffitied at will by textbooks. They escalated gradually, and the words' skunk 'and' cuss' were sent from addresses unknown to my phone, as well as obscene 3D footage made by modifying my photos.

Is this what you call frustration?

Harsh that often appears in creations such as comics and dramas made quite a while ago.

I read it in the library when I was in elementary school. When I read it, I didn't think anyone would do such a terrible thing. The hard side is pathetic, and the hard side doesn't do that for me.

"You didn't think you'd be annoyed."

I mocked myself whining as I nettled in my room.

The nettle that was my daily pleasure isn't much fun now either. Because no matter what you do, you remind me of what happened at school.

Oh. I thought it would be a fun middle school life...... I think I'm going to cry a little.

I haven't even made up with your brother since then. Your brother talks to me like he always does, but I ignore that. Yeah, you're doing the same thing to your brother that I'm doing at school, me.

I want to apologize, but I can't say anything when I stand in front of your brother.

I hate it when you look at your brother's face when he ignores me, even though it kind of feels like his chest can be tightened gy. I want to talk to you.

I'm sorry, brother.

You can be frustrated because I'm like this......

You always help me when I'm in trouble, and you work hard for me.

Yet.

"I'm sorry... brother... it's hard... help me..."

I shrug so desperately to avoid zero hot liquid overflowing from my eyes. I think it's on its own. Ignore it from yourself, like this.

"Hey, you there?

At that time, the conn and the door to the room were knocked. It's your brother.

My heart beat when I thought they might have asked me that, and I felt kind of so embarrassed.

"... I'm here. What?"

Reply to your brother in a low voice so that he is crying but not noticed. Oh, I can't be honest again. I'm really glad your brother talked to you. You two want to play games and talk.

"... no, I don't know, how's it going lately?

That's what I've heard while your brother was being sideromodorous.

"Nothing."

That's another word that came out of my mouth.

"Oh well. That's fine. Sorry, suddenly. We're almost ready for dinner. Come back in a little while."

That's what I said, your brother left in front of the door.

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Then three days went by. Harassment of me is still going on. I thought about leaving school a few times, but I kind of felt like I lost and didn't like it. So I went to school firmly every day, and I spent so much time trying not to harass him or put his emotions on the table, that there was nothing like it. It seemed hard and crying inside, but I didn't want to lose to the people who do this.

And that day, one of them, who was a friend to me, snuck up on me and told me this.

Hiding my shoes and sending weird texts is a senior named Yuhei Oda who is trying to isolate me by spreading bad rumors about me in various places. That I'm trying to make everyone believe that "Yayoshi is a bitch" by spreading a bunch of pictures of me doing H things (which I think were made by combining my pictures with different pictures) and so on.

The kid knew that for a long time, and he didn't like being targeted and hid it, but he couldn't stand it and seemed to tell me.

I heard that. I got angry, more confused than that.

I wonder why Senior Oda would do that to me.

And that immediately occurred to me.

I was wondering if Senior Oda would do this to me because I waved that guy's confession.

Whatever the reason, I decided to go all the way to my third grade classroom during the holidays and talk to Senior Oda directly.

When I enter my third grade classroom, various people turn their unpleasant gaze at me. Disgust, ridicule, or pity. A few of them laughed with Niyaniya when they saw me.

A few boys and Senior Oda.

I walked up to Senior Oda and talked to him.

"Excuse me, Senior Oda."

"What, hon."

A deliberate grin. It's on my mind, but it keeps me down.

"Would you stop hiding my shoes or spreading weird rumors?

"Yeah, about what?

In the words of Senior Oda, the seniors around him laugh nasty and guerrilla.

…………

Patience made him grin as if he had come up with something when he was silently staring at Senior Oda.

"Oh, honey, come on, you know my house, don't you? So, there's an empty house near my house. The break's almost over, and no, why don't you come over there today?

"... why is it an empty house? Then why don't you go to Senior Ota's house?"

"If you don't like it, you don't have to talk about it. I said I'd take the time for you."

"... ok"

"Ha, well, I'll text you the empty house location later"

I had a bad feeling, but still, I just had to take it.

After school, when I got home, I had a brother in the front door. When your brother looked at my face, he grabbed his shoulder and said again, "Has anything changed at school? I've heard." Maybe you heard something about me.

I wanted your help.

But I'm grabbing my shoulder, shaking off my hand, and I'm like, "It's none of your business, right? Just say," Take off your shoes and head to your room to put your bag away.

Your brother didn't say anything and maybe he went outside because of the sound of the front door closing.

.................. at my discretion. Because it's my problem...... I have to work it out myself.

I jumped out of the house and headed for an empty house near Senior Oda.

I know we have an empty house. I think it's the house my grandmother used to live in, where she used to let me touch her dog.

The house is surrounded by a large fence and you can't see the garden from the outside.

Shaking off a bad feeling, I walked into an empty house and went to the garden. Senior Oda was not here yet.

Then a while later, he took a few of the seniors from the surrounding man he was talking to in the classroom, and Senior Oda arrived.

"Oh, come on, I'm serious."

The Ota seniors, who confirmed that I was there, looked at each other and smiled. The grin was somewhere dreary and sticky and unpleasant, and I accidentally swallowed a spit.

I squeeze my courage closer to the seniors watching me lick my whole body around.

"Oda, seniors. Please stop now. You're spreading weird pictures of me, aren't you, Senior?

"Yeah, that's right."

Unlike in the classroom, Senior Oda admitted it softly. I feel something bad about that clean response, but I shake it off and move my mouth.

"Why would you do that!? Please don't!

"Fine. But only if you go out with me."

"... there's no way we can hang out!

"Oh, well, then, well, fuck us."

"Huh?"

Coming there, I finally understood why Senior Oda called me here.

At that moment, intense fear strikes me. Strength falls out of my whole body, my legs rattle and tremble, and my breath gets rough. I'm scared and about to cry, but I don't like to cry in front of the seniors who are coming up.

I try to run back, but my senior grabbed me by the shoulder and I was pushed down to the ground. Hit the back of his head hard on that clap, Gatsun and his vision whitened for a moment, then a severe pain that paralyzes his consciousness hits his head.

Senior Oda grabs my arm so I can't get away with falling. Ha-ha-ha. A warm breath hits my face.

"Ouch... stop..."

I told Senior Oda to stop with the headache and the gripping arm, but Senior Oda made my breath even rougher because of how I was doing.

"Hey, are you okay?

While one of my fellow seniors roughed up his breathing, I asked Senior Oda. Then the senior took his phone out of his pocket, "It's okay," he said. And Piron, the sound sounds empty. Probably activated the camera function.

"If you don't want to be torn apart, don't tell anyone about today."

Senior Oda mocked me with cloudy eyes and groaned so in his ear.

The seniors who heard that smile the same way and come closer to me.

Seniors Oda and all the other seniors had equally cloudy eyes, rough breaths, a vivid and unpleasant grin, disgusting.

Seniors have reached for my skirt.

I try so desperately to resist, but they're holding my arm, I can't shake it off, and I can't do anything about it. I tried to scream, but they put some cloth on my mouth, and I couldn't even scream.

"Because I confessed to you, and you shake me, you son of a bitch."

I don't like it, I'm scared. Scary, scary, scary. Don't touch me. I don't like it. Stop, I'm scared. I don't like it. Don't touch me. Scary, scary, scary, scary. My senior hand touched my skin, goosebumps all over my body, my hand stroked my thigh, disgusting disgusting. Don't touch me, disgusting raw, warm breath hit my body, tears came out, and I wanted to scream, but I couldn't scream.

I don't like it. Scary.

Somebody, somebody help me.

Come on, sweetheart.

"Oops!?

"No."

"Ugh!? Hey, what the hell, huh?"

Someone was beating the seniors who were reaching out to me when I opened their eyes. The seniors stepped away from me and distance themselves from the person.

"Get your hands on my sister. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

Who was there?

My brother.

My brother at that time was so angry that he had never seen it before.

But you look great.

"Yes, sister!? Is this Yayo's brother?

I lost my mind after my brother turned to the wandering seniors and saw where your brother would beat Senior Oda up.

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The next thing I woke up was on a bed in my room. The warmth of the blanket and the sound of the clock needle are very calm and exhale.

I felt someone next to me in the bed, and when I looked to the side, your brother was sitting in a chair. Your brother looks like he's sleeping, and he's sneaking his head up and down. After watching for a while, my head went too far down there, and your brother was about to fall out of his chair and say, "Ha!" He leaked his voice and woke up. When the condition was funny and he laughed a little, your brother shyly blushed, then coughed and misled.

Then he reached out to my head and caressed me gently. I feel so relieved to feel warm.

I remember a long time ago when your brother would have caressed your head if something had happened to you.

Your brother started to talk in a slow, gentle tone with my head caressed.

"... were you all right? I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner."

"Yeah...... Thank you, brother."

"Neither Grandpa nor Grandma are home right now. As soon as I heard my story, it was hard for my grandfather to say 'slaughter' or something... Grandma also said, 'Grandpa. I need to suffer more alive than kill you' or something...... I think it's gonna be okay."

Your brother tried to laugh at me, or so he said in a tone of relief.

"Anyway, I'm off today. We'll take care of it."

"Mmm...... Thanks. Brother... I want to take a bath"

"... ah, oh. Right. It's okay. I'll take a bath. I'll be right back."

I knew very well that your brother was very concerned that I had been attacked by Seniors Oda, and I was about to cry.

I get out of bed.

Your brother said, "Can you walk?" He worried, "but nodded and got out of the room.

Then I take my clothes off in the washroom and take a bath.

"... eh"

As soon as I was alone, I remembered what I had just done, and my body was rattled, trembling, scared,

"Hey, did you take a bath? Call me if you need anything."

Your brother came inside the bathroom and said that to me in the bathroom. I open my mouth with trembling.

"Oh, come on, honey. Sorry... stay in the bathroom..."

"Huh... Okay."

Then your brother's footsteps approached me and he said, "Because I'm here" in front of the bathroom and washroom door. When I thought your brother would stay close, the tremor stopped and I slowly went into the hot tub after lifting my body and washing my body with hot water.

Feels like the warmth of hot water stains your body. My body is warming up.

Then get up from the hot tub and wash your body.

"Hih."

Oh, yes, Mr. Okuda, my body was touched with a stick, and as soon as I did, my body seemed so dirty, my body was my body, my body.

"Phew...? Hey, what's up?

"Eh."

Return to me in your brother's words and manage to calm your rough breathing and heartbeat in your chest.

"Hey......"

"What... brother?

"I'm sorry I couldn't go to the game..."

I'm sorry, I repeat, brother...

Why are you apologizing? You've been mad at me for so long, why, apologize. You have to apologize properly from me.

I'm sorry I broke my promise.

"... I ignored you so much or something, brother, why are you apologizing? You're not mad at me?

"... when I thought about the feeling of a broken promise, I thought it would be just as sad to be ignored..."

"Huh... I'm the one who's sorry... Sorry to ignore...... Sorry......"

I think I've been crying and saying things I don't understand ever since.

After I got out of the bath, I asked your brother to stay with me until I went to bed.

I also like being able to stroke my head, but I also actually like being gently picked on the flank. I always say stop saying your brother's gonna do it, but I don't really hate it.

I haven't had a bad dream, and I haven't been able to sleep well in a long time.

Looks like Mr. Oda and the others are moving to school. I haven't seen them since that day.

I've been afraid of non-family men since that day, or my classmates can no longer be trusted, but that too I got over.

By the time I was in third grade, I had made friends that I could truly trust, and I had made boyfriends who played games with me. Never abandoned my friend when he was stigmatized, we fought together. I think I understood the pain that others would suffer from because I found out about the pain that was caustic.

I think I could have been stronger than I was back then.

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I saw my brother locked up in his room, and that's when I understood that your brother who helped me was gone. My brother is a terrible loser right now.

But.

Sure, your brother existed then and I still love that brother.