Hey.....

What?

　As usual, sister Elinora walked in without knocking and called out to me quizzically.

'What have you been rolling up the cloth to make just now?'

It's a stick.

　I don't turn back to my sister Elinora, but instead sew the edges of the cloth formed into a stick in my hand. If I just twist and compress the cloth, it will unravel.

　I sew the edges and joints to prevent the fabric from unraveling properly.

　I got used to this kind of work when I made slippers. I think I can make simple clothes and scarves now.

　Well, it's just a matter of getting it to look good, so I'm not looking for high quality....

I got it!

It's not just a piece of leftover cloth on a stick. If you want something to swing, just use the wooden sword over there.

　When I held up the completed cloth stick, Elinora's sister said that to me.

　The wooden sword there is a wooden sword that is always used in practice.

　It's not particularly important, so I just stand it up against the wall at random.

　Of course, it is not because I like swordplay that I made such a thing.

No, this is not to be used for practice. I said it was for fun.

Play?　How does it work?

　Sister Elinora bites in response to the word "play".

　Is she expecting something like Reversi again? Unfortunately, this time it's relatively simple.

　But, surprisingly, Elinora sister would like this, wouldn't she?

Well, this is a physical game, and maybe you're good at it, like Sister Elinora.

Really?　Tell me quickly.

　Sister Elinora came over and sat down in front of me, her red-brown ponytail swinging.

　Her red eyes had an expectant light in them.

'There are only two tools to use. A bowl here and a cloth stick. If you win the game, you can use this stick to hit your opponent on the head. If I lose, I'll cover myself with this wooden bowl to defend myself.

　I demonstrate in plain sight by actually covering the bowl I have at hand.

'I'm not hungry or hungry or anything,'

The only rule is that you can't aim for the head!

　Why does this sister at all want to take it so far into battle?

　Sister Elinora covers her bowl and shakes her stick curiously.

　Do you hear me correctly?

Hmmm, I see. It's going to be fun. Do you want me to bang you on the head with this stick?

　Sister Elinora waved her stick with an innocent smile.

'That's right. I'll say it again because it's important, but you can only aim for the head, okay?　And also because you can't avoid it.

　I say with emphasis as a reminder.

　I didn't want to take a sharp blow to my stomach, even though I defended my head properly.

　Well, if it's a wooden sword, or this collection of cloth, a stick, I'm sure it's soft and fine.

'I know, I know. Better yet, let's get on with it!

　But more importantly...........................


　That's how it was supposed to start, me and sister Elinora's banging and wearing junken pong.

　We sit away from them, with cloth sticks and bowls lined up in front of us.

　The sticks are placed to my right as a physical handicap.

　Since we are both right-handed, Elinora's sister and I are right-handed, so Elinora's sister has to either grab the stick with her left hand or move her right hand wide to grab it.

　Well, I wouldn't expect her to slow down much because she grabs the stick and swings it with her left hand.

　In her normal practice, she produces a sword speed with her left hand that is comparable to that of her dominant arm, the right hand.

　He says, "I injured my dominant arm, so I can't fight. Then it's out of the question, right? He said.

　Yes, but it is. Isn't that too masculine?

Are we going to go then?

　Elinora sister smiles confidently.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to get when you swing a sword. It's not my business whether it's on the left side or not," she said.

　But that's naive. I knew that when I went into this fight. It's not like I didn't take precautions or make an effort.

Yeah. Good.

　I say with a sneer.

'Janken, pop!'

　Me, par.

　Sister Elinora, goo.

　Having gained a great cause called play, I reach for the stick with an unparalleled reaction speed. During this moment, I secretly suck the stick itself into my hand with psychic magic.

　Then I move my arm fluidly and unleash the sharpest strike down in this life!

　Spaaaaan!　The dry sound of "I hit it, man!" echoes through the room.

　You hit it, dude!　Shot dead!　Hit!　Critical hit!

　I think I may have never snatched my sister Elinora's head off before!

　Suck it up!　I knew that simple Elinora sister was going to be the first to give me the goo.

　The rest, I'm afraid of the rest, but the rest........................I felt so much better.

　As my mind's haze cleared and I was drunk on the indescribable pleasure, sister Elinora's white arms reached out to me.

　Then she grabbed me by the arm, and I fell down on my feet.

　Then Sister Elinora straddles me, grabs the stick I've dropped and tries to bring it down.

'Wait!　Sister Elinora!　This is just for fun!

　Elinora sister's arm stops snapping in response to my voice that sounds as if I'm crying out.

''Well that's right. It was the first time Al gave me a blow to the head.

　Sister Elinora exhales as she tries to calm herself down and gets off of me.

　If I had put one in with a wooden sword when I was training, I wouldn't stop. I'm glad it's just for fun. And I'm glad the stick is cloth.

　But still, the sequence of events that made me roll wasn't fast enough. I could hardly see it.

　Just when I thought my arm was grabbed, the heavens were reversed and the stick was right in front of me.

　Probably wouldn't be able to escape even if I used transference. It moves from place to place in an instant, because even if it's called transference, there's a slight time lag in activating it.

　She is a terrifying sister.

''Even so, how is it that the one just now is the sharpest and fastest of all the strikes down as it is?''

Oh, really?　Was it easy to shake because it's a moderately heavy cloth?

　Sister Elinora gives me a jittery look, but I cover it up appropriately.

　Of course, this stick was made to be the most suitable for my body and strength.

　Besides, I've done many bare swings for this moment of the day, and I've also trained my reflexes, practicing to make them trigger magic at a moment's notice and make them flow in a series.

　It's no wonder it's the fastest sword speed I've ever seen.

　Well, I thought that was a good speed for me just now, didn't I?

''Well that's fine. It won't be the same next time.''

'Wait, Sister Elinora!　Don't try to replace the wooden sword with a cloth stick!

　I persuade Elinora's sister, who has been complaining that it's easier to swing this way and that it's more practical and good for practice, to resume.

　For me, I'm satisfied with the fact that I was able to clap her head off.

''Janken, pop!

　I goofed.

　"Elinora," sister Choki.

"f*ck Elinora!

　The stick is swung down with my devilish voice.

'It's sweet!'

　It seemed as if my stick was going to hit my sister Elinora's head hard, but the bowl covered it.

　The dry sound of it hitting the wooden bowl echoed through the air.

'...........................tch.

　f*ck!　The desire to hit him as hard as I could was too strong, and I swung wide.

　Even the activation of the magic was slightly off.

　Calm down, Alfried. I understand that feeling, but don't be in a hurry.

　You need to strike more compactly and precisely. Remember the practice.

Hey, Al!　Didn't I just tell you to go to hell?

　I thawed the bowl and saw the drawn face of sister Elinora.

　Her shapely eyebrows twitched as if they were twitching.

'I didn't say.'

I told you!　... well, that's fine. I'm getting the hang of it, and next time I'll pull Al's head off.

I'll guess next time.

　After all, if I miss this opportunity, I might not be able to snatch sister Elinora's head off.

　We laugh at each other and shout to start the battle again.

''Janken, pop!''

　I'm Choki.

　Sister Elinora, Gustavo.

　What?　I thought this guy was a musi*ng!

　While I was slightly upset, I suddenly felt a killing intent.

　It must be something similar to my sixth sense.

　In a moment, I had a vision of the stick waved by Sister Elinora's hand, which was buried in my head and split open.......

''Heeeee!''

　I followed my sixth sense, grabbed the bowl, put it on and rolled around unceremoniously.

　Yuck!　Now that was bad.

　I'm sure that if it had stayed that way, it would have turned out the way I'd seen it in my vision. It felt like it.

'Hey!　I thought you were supposed to be avoiding it!

　Elinora sister is the one who hits me with the stick, as if to chase me down as I roll under the bowl. In the meantime, she seems to be aiming at my head only.

　Now I'm thinking, but isn't this objectively tormenting?

What are you two doing?

　The gentle third party voice that hangs there.

　Sister Elinora's attack also stops with a snap.

　I scooped up the bowl on my head and peeked in, and saw Brother Silvio standing there with a bitter smile on his face.