Ch.146 "A Strange Body" And "A Mysterious Girl who was Supposedly Cute"

"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp... Puha."

Phew.

There's nothing better than being at home, is there?

It allows me to relax without anyone seeing me.

Seriously, this is something you can only experience if you live alone...

"Ah."

I came back to my senses.

Entrance.

Still wearing the brand-new girl's shoes.

Cooking sake held in the hand.

The smell of alcohol wafts from my mouth.

I drank it all up in a frenzy.

Like drinking juice.

"Eh?"

This is 900ml...

...Yes, that's it.

This is all because of my body.

Because this is just weird, right?

Cooking sake and Japanese sake in paper cartons.

I drank nearly a liter on the way home—no.

"I can drink it all up."

"And yet, you haven't experienced any physical problems."

"I'm somehow convinced that it's harmless to my body." Are what I thought off at the time.

Because I know that you're not supposed to drink this much cooking sake, and that it's undrinkable in the first place because it contains salt and stuff.

They say drinking too much is bad for your health.

But why am I so certain that "everything will be absolutely fine"?

"................................................"

...I guess this is just a characteristic of this body... Well, I suppose being strong is better than being weaker...

Uh, so if I use some slightly spoiled ingredients... yeah, it seems like it'll be okay... what is this, it's kind of scary...

Y-you see?

My body is still that of an adult male at the base... probably.

There's no trace of that left, and I've lost my identity, but still, you know?

So I guess my alcohol tolerance is also... but that's not a valid excuse, is it? I am legally an adult, after all.

...It was strange from the very beginning.

Because I usually only drink alcohol at night.

I don't drink much either because I wouldn't be able to read if I got that drunk.

Yet, I pick it up quite naturally, and moreover, I think, "I want to drink it because it's necessary for my body."

"................................................"

So, at least I've figured out that it's not because I'm an alcoholic, but because of this strange body of mine.

...How long does it take to get drunk? How much do I need to drink to feel satisfied? How little can I drink before I experience withdrawal symptoms?

I'd be scared if I didn't look into things like that...

Because, you see.

"Phew..."

I fanned myself, but I wasn't sweating much.

Even if this means that I'm drunk, it's only this much.

Drinking a liter of sake in just 30 minutes... Normally, I'd get the hiccups and start sweating, and besides, I can't even drink that much cooking sake in one go.

And in the body of such a young girl.

No matter how racially strong I may be, it's impossible.

But all I feel is that I'm just slightly tipsy.

"...This is, kind of scary."

Oh, there was a little bit left at the bottom.

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"...Phew"

Having regained my composure, I reveled in the joy of having successfully obtained food.

But even with cheap cooking-grade one, if I accept it as "that kind of thing," I can still enjoy it to some extent, thanks to my unsophisticated palate.

Leaving that aside for now, this was fine as it was.

I really think so.

If my sense of taste were too sensitive, I wouldn't be able to enjoy supermarket bento boxes or cheap alcohol, right?

...Now that I'm in this body, besides being a girl, the thing I'm most worried about is alcohol, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Because I was a single guy living alone.

Having a drink in the evening is my daily pleasure.

I can't live without this, you know.

"................................................"

...I remember when I was little, my parents offered me alcohol and I drank it, but it smelled awful and left a bad aftertaste, so I said "no."

In other words, the various bases remain male.

It's just that the container has changed to a child.

My five senses are mostly still those of an adult.

Otherwise, I would perceive the smell from my man's clothes as "manly," and I wouldn't perceive the smell emanating from my body as "pleasant."

Otherwise, I wouldn't even think everyone is so big when I go outside, right?

"I've learned a lot, but let's take a break..."

I dove into the futon with a soft thud.

I went to a dungeon today, so I'm tired.

This is that feeling of physical fatigue you get after going on a long trip or vacation, right?

...I guess this is how I'm trying to mask the guilt I feel about taking time off work and all the worries I have about what to do tomorrow.

I can see my own thoughts when I say that.

Oh no, alcohol-san, try harder... I'm not drunk at all...

...The job of alcohol is to paralyze the central nervous system, right?

It's should be trying its best to keep us from thinking about anxieties and other things about the future, even if only for a few hours, right?

"...Seriously! Get it together! ...Wait, what?"

I jumped up.

..."Did I say that in anger just now?"...?

Hang on.

Hang on.

...Was I always this quick-tempered...?

No, that doesn't sound right.

I'm tired and feeling nauseous... Huh, what?

Am I really turning childish even in this aspect?

"................................................"

...Okay, let's just calm down for now... You know, they say girls' emotions tend to fluctuate more than guys', so maybe this is normal...

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"Hey, hey, was there a girl like that around here before?"

"I don't know... did she get off here to change trains or something?"

"Hey, Mom, that child is so cute!"

"Huh? Where?"

"See, she's there, 'over there'."

"...Oh, really. She looks just like a princess."

"...Such a small child at the supermarket? Isn't she running an errand or something?"

"That's true, she seems used to it."

"Things have been pretty dangerous lately, but I guess it's probably safe around the train station."

"Excuse me, store clerk, it looks like that child didn't have a basket for children."

"Thank you. Customer, If you'd like, please take this..."

"...I wonder why that girl is buying ingredients for simmered food..."

"She's just helping her mom, so it's rude to stare at her too much."

"Oh... That looks heavy..."

"She bought cooking sake toi, didn't she..."

"Can kids buy cooking sake?"

"Isn't it okay since we know it's for cooking?"

"...Huh?"

"Huh, just now?"

"That girl..."

"Quite naturally..."

"...It must be some kind of mistake, surely."

"...No, actually, she seemed to just drink it normally..."

"Um, store clerk... no, I'll consult with the police—"

【Forget】

"...What were we trying to do just now?"

"Huh? Wasn't there a little girl who was good at running errands?"

"...I wonder if that was the case... But what did she looks like again?"

"Wait, she was cute... I think she had long hair..."

"Black, blonde... which one was it again...?"

"She seemed a bit unsteady on her feet, I wonder if she's okay."

"I don't know which way she went..."

"It seemed like she was used to it, so I say, Let's just forget about it."

"...Yeah, right."

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Author's note:

Happy New Year.

The period immediately following Haru-chan's transformation is almost over. The timeline is now approaching the point just before the start of Chapter 1.

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