I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"Well... so cute, a little sakura, my sister is so pretty too."

"Yeah... Black silk is also great, I really want to be stepped on."

"Hey~~~ you are hentai."

The position in the first row is a neatly organized desk.

The textbook is written in a very neat and beautiful font - Tokisaki Sakura.

Chapter 4 In the Name of Sakura

The little girl knelt down in the center of the long corridor of the Kyudo Minister.

In the middle of a large group of boys and girls in white clothes and black clothes, such a small one, still wearing a school uniform, really has the smell of a mascot.

But that is impossible.

After all, the head of the kyudo club did not expect that one day he would pull such a girl with the size of a young girl into the club.

Long soft purple hair draped over her shoulders, with a strand of pale pink cherry blossoms pinned to the ends.

She still remembered that sentence.

- Decorated with the name of Sakura.

Sakura sat there upright, her transparent eyes quietly watching the target at the other end.

Under the chest of the light brown special high school uniform, is the kind of soft curve that is completely inconsistent with the young girl's body, outlines a slightly undulating arc, and collapses the chest tightly.

The long black skirt is over the knees, and the slender and tender feet are wearing black pantyhose, without shoes, and the small feet are slightly exposed from the bottom of the buttocks.

Carrying a long bow, the girl with short black hair sat casually beside Sakura.

"Sakura...just smile." She pinched Sakura's little cheek.

As the main general of the archery club, the girl has a kind of heroic spirit of her own.

And that appearance, apart from those pale yellow eyes, can probably be carried directly to the next studio to serve as two ceremonies.

There were envious glances all around.

So cute...I really want to pinch it.

Sakura's body leaned back slightly, but looking at the girl's half-smiley expression, she finally stopped with a weak expression on her face.

The girl's hand was a little rough because of the bow drawn all the year round, and Sakura showed an unbearable cowardly look.

"Please don't do this...Mitsu-senpai."

"As many times as I've said, just call me Ayako-sama." Ayako threw the longbow aside and tugged her hands on Sakura's face.

"If this is always the case, my sister will be angry."

"Hug...sorry..." Sakura's voice was low and soft, like a hum.

"Wow, Sakura is really cute." Midori Ayako rushed towards Sakura and hugged Sakura in her arms. "Be my sister, Sakura."

"Uuuuu..." Sakura struggled as her little hands flapped randomly.

"Oh...what's the matter." Mizutsu Ayako let go of Sakura a little.

Sakura let out a small breath.

"Well, gasp... can't breathe."

"What?" Mizutsu Ayako sat cross-haired. "Clearly, Sakura is not younger than me."

“During my last spa trip...”

She has seen it before, although it is not an exaggeration, but with that small body, it always makes people have the urge to hold it in her arms.

"Um...please don't say it anymore." Sakura's cheeks were dyed a little crimson.

"My name is Ayako-san."

"Ah?"

"I won't say it if I call it Sister Ayako, or else~" Mitsuru Ayako hummed and threatened.

"Aya..."

"Sister Ayako..." The voice was so small that if it weren't for her in front of her eyes, Ayako could hardly hear her.

But just like this, she also seemed to have gained great satisfaction.

"Seriously, Sakura come to my house and be my sister." Mizutsu Ayako's eyes shone brightly.

"If it doesn't work, I can go to your house and be your sister."

"No...no." Sakura firmly refused.

Purple eyes twinkled.

Again... Ayako Mizutsu stared at Sakura.

It is always like this, carrying something on his back, pressing something in his heart, but not saying it.

Sakura lowered her head to meet Mizutsu Ayako's gaze.