I will leave I Kinda Came to Another World alone for a little to see if anyone wants to pick it up. This is another teaser.
Author Note: This is a Fantasy.
This story will generally advance by the main character’s first-person perspective.
※Fantasy, Harem, and Double Standards are to be included. Readers with an aversion to such material are advised to turn back. (ED Note: Double Standard: It’s where you have a certain standard, but apply it unfairly or unevenly across groups. For example, it’s fair to give cookies to everyone, but you let the girls have more. It’s fair for everyone to pay taxes, but you’re okay with having your friends not pay.)
Prologue
The one I faced in the mansion’s courtyard was my sister.
A perfect existence.
If someone out there were to be completely loved by god, it would probably be someone like her.
(Why did it come to this)
I hold my breath, and gripped the sabre I held in one arm with both of my hands. The tip of it was shaking.
It wasn’t just fatigue. The emotion of fear was also apparent in the blade.
“Hah, hah…”
The sabre in my hands was real. My sister’s rapier was real as well. For us to be seriously going at each other with weapons, I never would have thought it sane.
However, the one to propose this duel was, undoubtedly, her.
Wearing a dress, she spoke as she looked at me without any interest.
“Are you still going to continue this, onii-sama?”
While she called me onii-sama now, she usually doesn’t even call my name. ‘You,’ ‘that thing,’ and other such phrases were how she usually referred to me.
But no one in the surroundings ever found fault in that.
She wore an ivory-colored dress and red shoes. Even though we were both exchanging slashes, unlike me, she wasn’t sweating at all.
As if she was going to head off somewhere formal, her outfit was well in order. The rapier that sister held in her hands was an article made by a skilled craftsman.
It was adorned with ornaments, and the hilt was inlaid with a yellow orb. The gem that couldn’t be made anymore in the current era was a special tool that brings forth special Skills.
The rapier it had been inserted into was a Magic Item, a weapon called a Magic Sword. It was a rare good that couldn’t be bought even with a hundred gold coins.
With the sword in hand as a mismatch with her appearance, my sister’s standing figure was in a mess.
This year, she was to turn thirteen. Flowing, golden hair waved on her head. Her figure was, unbefitting of her age, quite voluptuous.
Her blue eyes stared at me coldly.
Chills raced down my spine.
Scary. I wanted to run. But I could not.
“Not yet. We’re not done yet!”
I forcefully contained my fear and stepped forward.
I had faith in my well-trained sword skills. I was confident that I wouldn’t even lose to adults.
The Walt Family… in order to succeed our noble household, I received severe training from a young age. I was confident in my blade.
But…