Pokemon Musashi

Before I knew it, it was the next day. It was already afternoon when I woke up yesterday. I had a plain dinner with my parents, dragging my still weak body, and continued to sleep in a dark place. Even the uncle had thought about it before. After the monster was released, I forgot all about it.

"Woo~" Musashi woke up and sat on his little bed, stretching comfortably.

I opened my hazy eyes, rubbed away the foreign matter accumulated in the corners of my eyes, and turned to look out the window. It was a beautiful day with blue sky, white clouds, and sunny wind.

I got up from the bed briskly, opened the window and stretched hard. I looked at the natural scenery outside and silently thought to myself, Musashi is alive! !

Musashi called up his attribute panel and looked at his system information. His blood volume would be restored to full by a little, his health and stamina were raised to full value, and his hunger level was only a pitiful 30 points. He was so hungry~

"Gulu, Gulu~"

"Wash your face, brush your teeth, and have a meal!" Musashi smoothed his messy red hair, straightened his baggy pajamas and went downstairs. He ran quickly towards the bathroom downstairs with his bare feet.

The "dong-dong" sound from the feet and stairs spread throughout this small but cozy cabin.

"Musashi! Slow down the stairs. What if you fall?" Her mother, Haruko, hurriedly came out of the kitchen before she could wipe the water stains on her hands and looked at Musashi and said sternly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll know next time. Didn't I smell the breakfast you made, mom? I was so hungry, so I was a little anxious. Hehe." Musashi stood there and stretched out his little hands, twisting his little feet and lowering his head. He immediately admitted his mistake, but turned around and said to Haruko's mother with a playful smile.

"That's it, but Musashi, good morning~" Seeing how energetic Musashi was, Haruko slowly retracted her angry face, showing a trace of joy, wiped her hands and touched Musashi's head and said seriously.

"Good morning~, Mom! I'm going to wash up." Musashi showed a happy smile and said good morning to Haruko's mother full of energy.

"Go quickly, do you need mom's help?" Haruko asked worriedly, looking at Musashi who was only 5 years old.

"I have grown up, I can already wash myself." Musashi said confidently with his head held high.

"In that case, Musashi, come on, the little stool is by the door. Go quickly. If there is really something you can't do, remember to call mom." Haruko still warned uneasily.

"I know, sniff, mom, are you still cooking something in the pot?" Musashi asked about the fragrance in the air.

"Ah, yes, yes, after washing, remember to take down the pajamas you changed into. Mom will put the clothes you will wear today on your bed later." Haruko said as she quickly ran towards the kitchen.

"Okay~!" Musashi led Nagato into the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes, a refreshed Musashi came out of the bathroom. His steps were much slower when passing the stairs, mainly due to his short legs.

After returning to the room, she changed into a set of clothes, white short-sleeved shirts and pink shorts with Slowpoke on them. She clumsily tied her bright red hair into two braids with a hair rope, and she finished. Carrying the pajamas, I went back downstairs and put the clothes in the bamboo basket.

"Gulu, Gulu." Musashi touched his empty belly and ran to the dinner table to say good morning to his father who was reading the newspaper.

"Musashi, good morning, are you feeling better?" Mura and Ichiro asked with concern, looking at Musashi who was trying to climb up the stool.

"It's much more comfortable. Little Musashi is very healthy now." Musashi said happily after finally sitting down.

Looking at his daughter with her hair tied crookedly but full of energy, her father Ichiro shook his head with a smile and continued reading the morning paper.

After a while, her mother, Haruko, brought steaming multigrain bread and white porridge, as well as some pickled side dishes, made from wild vegetables that could be picked nearby.

He glanced at his daughter who was sitting on the chair, and there was a trace of fondness in his eyes unconsciously. However, when he saw the crooked hair, he shook his head with a smile, thinking that he would help his daughter to braid her hair again after dinner.

When Dad saw the food was on the table, he put down the newspaper, put his hands together with Musashi and silently said "I'm starting." After that it’s time for a silent meal.

(Eating breakfast will restore the hunger value to 11...) During the process of eating breakfast