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What Ryoma needs to solve now is, how can she get her family to accept such an unscientific thing, even she half-believes it?

A brother who grew up after twisting out of a gashapon and soaking in a bath?

Unexpectedly, after listening to her, the reactions of both father and mother, including the cousin, were very calm, and they didn't say anything like "Silly boy, you were cheated by an unscrupulous businessman" or " Just kidding, if you grow a gourd baby, you will grow a brother" or something like that.

"Ugh……"

Lunzi sighed slightly, with strange eyes, pursed his lips and said, "When you were young, you dragged us to ask if we could give you a brother. Now I'm not very surprised..."

? ? ?And this thing?

Ryoma's face darkened for a moment, racking his brains to recall his childhood.

How could he not remember the so-called black history?

Nanjiro's eyes sparkled strangely, and while the other two were not paying attention, he quietly approached and asked, "Apart from brother gashapon, are there sister gashapons or something like that?"

"No..." Ryoma pushed his face away and reprimanded him sternly, "You pervert."

Then, the family of four gathered around the bathtub, staring at the blue gashapon in Ryoma's hand.

When it is opened, a ball of foam falls into the hot water, melts into the curling mist, and disappears.

"Is this over?"

"It's over."

Echizen Nanjiro fell into deep thought: "Oh, it's really boring."

"If there's a big girl floating out of it, you'll be excited, right?" Lunzi smiled.

Nanjiro shrank his neck and ran away.

This was probably the first time that Ryoma had become so interested in something other than tennis, and he was so nervous that he didn't sleep well at night—he woke up early the next morning.

Not sleeping late is a rare occurrence for her in a hundred years.

In the living room, Nanjiro's face was blocked behind the newspaper, Rinko was humming and washing dishes in the kitchen, and Nanako was sitting on the sofa reading a book.Seeing Ryoma going downstairs slowly in pajamas, several people continued to work on the matter at hand, but they all cast their eyes quietly over at the same time, and followed her back to the bathroom.

Come, come, they exchanged nervous glances.

Ryoma opened the door, stepped into the steamy bathroom, and rushed out two seconds later, as if panicked: "Mom! There's a naked man inside!!"

???

!!!

The faces of the people outside suddenly changed.

Lunzi picked up the pan and rushed in.Nanako followed closely behind, getting ready to cover her eyes——

Cut, what, it turned out that he was wearing boxers.

Lunzi put down the frying pan he had raised, and looked at the tall and stern boy walking out of the bathroom, slightly dazed.

Over there, Nanjiro's newspapers are all dropped, and his mouth is wide open.

"Oh." Nanako covered her lips, her eyes gleamed with a strange light, "Our Ryoma is really a European girl, we are at the SSR level!"

Ryoma didn't speak, just stared at the man.After a while, the other party finally spoke, with a cold voice like his appearance: "Are you the MASTER who summoned me?"

—Wait, you went to the wrong theater.Please file back, thank you!

Echizen Nanjiro rummaged through the closet for a long time with a sad face, before he found a loose bathrobe, and reluctantly let the twisted boy wear it.

The 1.9-meter-tall boy sat upright, took the hot tea from Lunzi, thanked him politely, and took a sip.

"My name is Tokugawa Kazuya."

Ryoma looked at Nanako blankly: "Do gashapons still have names?"

"Each gashapon is a complete soul, of course it has a name." My cousin said with a smile.

Hey, why do you all seem to accept this setting easily!

Ryoma pursed his lips, looked up again and met Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes.

Suddenly there is an older brother who is a high school student, and I'm not used to it... Do you want to act like a baby girl in TV dramas?She can't seem to do it.

"Then," Ryoma said seriously, "can you play a game with me? I mean tennis."

There was a brief silence, and the room was quiet.

The rising sunlight passed through the screen window and fell on the boy's dark blue hair, illuminating his deep eyes.

"What's your name?" Tokugawa asked solemnly.

"Echizen Ryoma."

"Then, Ryoma." He seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and then said, "Yes, but I don't think it's necessary."

???

Oh, are you so arrogant like a gashapon?

"You can't beat me." Tokugawa said calmly, with a down-to-earth tone.

"You won't know until you hit it." Ryoma raised his chin and glared at him.

The two got up and left the dining table one after another. After changing clothes, Ryoma took Tokugawa to the tennis court in the backyard with the racket in his hand.

Nanako looked at the figures of the two of them, and seemed a little worried: "Uncle, is it okay?"

"Ah? Young people, you can play however you like." Nanjiro waved his hands heartily, and continued to read the newspaper.

"But that person... looks very strong." Nanako pondered for a moment and said, "Aren't you afraid that Ryoma will be hit?"

Nanjiro paused for a moment, and then said indifferently: "Whatever~"

...boom!

Boom!Boom!

The sound of hitting balls from the backyard continued, mixed with the sound of sprinting footsteps.

Tokugawa served the ball, but Ryoma failed to catch the first serve, and the racket flew out of his hand with the tennis ball, and fell not far away.She froze for a moment, looked at her hand, and there was a faint red mark on the palm of her hand.

The opponent's strength was much stronger than she could have expected.As expected of a high school student?

Second ball.

She stared with bated breath, spotted the trajectory of the ball, and ran to the point of impact.Calm down, she kept admonishing herself in her heart, reciting silently, leaning slightly, lowering her center of gravity, holding the racket with both hands, gritting her teeth - strike back!

Sure enough, it's strong, and it's fun.

Ryoma suppressed the brim of his hat, exhaled secretly, and then raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes burning with fighting intent.

——is a natural tennis player.

Tokugawa came to this conclusion almost quickly.

The instant explosive power is far superior to that of his peers. Knowing where his disadvantages are, he will skillfully use the angle of body rotation and returning the ball to avoid lack of strength.What's more, she's smart.

In more professional terms, she has a high golf quotient, good speed response, and good flexibility. After analyzing the ball that she couldn't catch this time, she can find a way to fight back next time.Always able to watch the situation calmly and seize every opportunity... Such a person would be a terrifying opponent.

But for Tokugawa, defeating her is not difficult.

That is to crush with absolute strength.

"You are really strong."

The panting girl pressed the racket to the ground to give her calf muscles a chance to relax.She took off her ball cap, freed her sweaty hair, facing the slight swirling wind in the yard, her restless heart gradually cooled down.

This is the first time.

He was the first person besides her father who made her defenseless.

In fact, it was not surprising, when Ryoma saw him for the first time, he felt a shocking aura, but the facts proved that she was right, her intuition was very accurate.

"You too," Tokugawa said.

With his deadpan look, it's never easy to see if he really means it -- especially after a game with such a wide margin.

"However, it is still impossible to defeat me." He continued, "You will improve and become stronger in the future, but whether it is now or in the future-it is impossible."

Tokugawa is holding Nanjiro's racket in his hand. On the arm exposed under the short sleeve, you can see the clear muscle outline. It is full of strength, but it is just right. It is not an exaggeration to say that if you are going to be a model, that issue of the magazine will definitely be popular. Looted.

Ryoma glanced at it and rationally withdrew his gaze, saying that it was impossible not to be envious.

"Do you want to say forever?" She snorted, dissatisfied, "It's too self-confident. I really look forward to the day when I defeat you."

"You are very strong." Tokugawa said calmly, "But, Ryoma, you are much smaller than me, and the gap in physical strength is inevitable, not to mention, you are still a girl."

"so what?"

"So, you can barely come."

Long Ma said, "I'm going to force it."

"..."

This line went to the wrong theater.

Tokugawa was slightly at a loss for words, and didn't know how to continue the conversation for a while, but saw Ryoma suddenly stand up straight, put the tennis racket under his arm, and ran slowly into the room.

He followed quickly, and the girl in front had already broken into the living room, and raised her voice unceremoniously: "Hey, Dad!"

"What are you doing?" Nanjiro asked in a loud voice.

His head poked out from under the cover of Beach and Beauty, his eyebrows raised.

"I will go to Youth Academy." Ryoma said word by word, "I will join their tennis team and win all the way until I win the national championship!"

As soon as the topic changed, she turned around, her bright amber eyes gleamed, and she looked at Tokugawa provocatively.

"—You just wait."

"Okay." Tokugawa was stunned for a moment and replied.

If you don't pay attention, you may miss the faint smile on his lips.

Then, Ryoma picked up the tennis racket with his left hand, put it on his shoulder, and asked him, "Do you want to practice with me?"

"Okay." Tokugawa said again, walking back side by side with her.

That's not bad, he thought.

He didn't know why he came to this world, and he also lost the memory of his past, but he had a feeling that he remembered very clearly.

"For a long time," Tokugawa stopped at the side of the court and said suddenly, "I really wanted a younger brother."

Ryoma raised his head and said in disbelief, "So you don't want a younger sister?"

"...No, it's the same." He hastened to explain and successfully comforted her. Then, he stretched out his hand and rubbed her head. It was a relatively rare short hair with exposed ears, which was chilled by the wind, "but , you don't look very much like a girl in the traditional sense."

Ryoma was not used to it, and tilted his head to avoid his hand.

"The court at home is not very formal." She said solemnly, "Shall we go outside tomorrow? I found a good court before."

"can."

The next day, Ryoma excitedly took Tokugawa out, but both of them lost their way at the station exit.

"I remember it should be here..." Ryoma was lost in thought as he stared at the sign, the location instructions on it were opposite to the direction his impression gave you.Who should I trust?

"Ask for directions," Tokugawa said.

At this time, Ryoma saw a——

How should I put it, she is a very typical Japanese style girl.

A head of long dark red hair, tied into a braid, with beautiful and youthful facial features, he looks like a gentle and shy person.

Tokugawa's eyes fell on the girl, and he didn't look away after a second.

"Isn't it your type?" Ryoma asked.

"I don't have a favorite type."

Liar?Ryoma showed a look of distrust: "But you clearly—"

She stopped.Seeing that the strange girl was about to leave the station, Ryoma walked towards her.

"Excuse me—how can I get to Kaki no Kizaka?"

The moment he met the girl's eyes, Ryoma seemed to hear a small voice from somewhere.

Like, something opened up.

That's about the beginning of the story.