It's gotta be said, these two sisters are like they were carved out of the same mold.
Identical faces, equally petite and graceful figures.
The contrast is, to put it mildly, off the charts!
While Miaki Naru seems very composed on the surface, she also reveals a rather adorable side when it comes to people she cares about.
“Don't want to!”
Miaki Misaki clings to Yera's embrace, refusing to let go.
The warm magical flow from the boy's body brought her, already dead, an unprecedented sense of warmth.
For this, she shamelessly cuddles against his chest, rolling around, unwilling to be pulled away by her sister.
“You little brat, if you don't come out, don't even think about going home tonight.” Miaki Naru was angry.
“Cut it out, Naru is so nagging.”
In the end, her sister's authority triumphed over the greed in her heart.
Miaki Misaki playfully sticks out her tongue, finally reluctantly slipping into the shadow of her sister.
“It's getting late, I'll take you home.”
From after school to the Black Building, then defeating the Special Grade Cursed Spirit, it was already several hours.
The sky was tinged with the inky hue of night.
Stars dotted the heavens, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Yera pulled out his [Motorcycle・Armored Rider] from his pocket and tossed it casually.
A sleek silver motorcycle instantly materialized on the empty ground.
“Vroom vroom——!”
The engine roared with a low rumble, the giant headlights piercing the darkness.
“You're such a strange person.”
After what they had gone through, Miaki Naru was no longer surprised.
Even though Yera conjured a motorcycle out of thin air, she wasn't the least bit surprised.
“Vroom.......”
The boy twisted the throttle, taking his girl on a stylish ride.
With a blazing tailflame at the street corner, he quickly left this troubled place.
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.......
“My younger sister died from leukemia a year ago and turned into something like a lingering spirit, residing in my shadow.”
“I slowly began to dabble in the mysteries in order to investigate her situation.”
The night wind howled.
The city lights illuminated the streets.
Arriving in the city, Yera lowered the speed of the Armored Rider, weaving through the bustling night market, enjoying the thrill of it all.
Like the female Knight King・Artoria, Old Sword's innate skill - Riding - had also reached B rank.
He could freely control all beasts, mounts, except for Monstrous Beasts・Phantasmal Beasts・Divine Beasts.
A seasoned driver, he was driving steadily.
Under the cool evening breeze, the usually reserved Miaki Naru, rare as it was, opened up to the boy, telling him about her past.
“Misaki has two abilities, one is to swap bodies with me, attaching herself to my body....In this form, my speed will become very fast, my strength will also increase significantly, and I can infuse my attacks with cursed energy.”
“As for her second ability, it's short-range instant movement, allowing her to freely move within a radius of three kilometers. But this ability puts a lot of strain on Misaki, so I generally don't let her use it.”
“.......”
“This sisterly situation, it's kinda like Yuji Itadori and Rika Orimoto.”
Listening to the girl's soft words, Yera couldn't help but think of that pure love couple from Jujutsu Kaisen.
After Rika Orimoto died and became a Buddha, she left Yuji with an external technique and a cursed energy reserve after her curse was lifted.
Together, they were incredibly powerful.
They made Yuji Itadori one of the four known Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers currently in the Jujutsu world.
If only Miaki Misaki could be as powerful as Yuji Itadori's girlfriend.
Unfortunately, she wasn't as strong as Rika Orimoto.
“Okay, we're here, this is it.”
While they chatted.
Unbeknownst to them, they had already arrived at the entrance of Miaki Naru's house.
The girl lightly jumped off the back of the motorcycle and was about to wave goodbye to the boy.
However, the shadow behind her suddenly writhed, and a small black figure darted out from it, taking over Miaki Naru's body.
“Yera-kun, it's still early, why don't you come in and sit for a while?”
The feeling of warm, soft jade came over him.
Miaki Naru, who just a moment ago had a cold face, had instantly transformed into a warm and cheerful girl.
Her warm, delicate little hand reached out to him, snuggling against Yera's embrace, and she kept acting cute.
“I don't mind.”
Yera shrugged.
He found Miaki Naru's Sichuan Opera face-changing performance quite amusing.
“No way, it's so late, how can you bring a boy back home, get out of here!”
Suddenly, the enthusiastic girl returned to her cold demeanor, slamming open the door and charging out.
It seemed that Miaki Naru had regained control of her body.
“No!” Miaki Misaki pouted, vying with her sister.
“I want Yera-kun to see my room!”
“What's so interesting about a bedroom?! Also, that's my room!”
They argued endlessly at the entrance, making Yera want to laugh.
This scene was absolutely hilarious.
“Alright, you can come in, but leave after a while.”
In the end, she couldn't stand her annoying sister.
Miaki Naru pinched her arm angrily, finally handing the body back to Miaki Misaki.
‘Hee hee, Yera-kun.’
“Ouch, my arm hurts so much......Sister is so stingy.”
Miaki Misaki's face instantly crumpled into a grimace, but she quickly recovered her smile, skipping and jumping, leading him to the inner room.
Miaki Naru's home was cozy.
Stepping into the spacious entryway, the six-room, one-hall layout, the area wasn't small either.
“Yera-kun, you sit here first, I'll get you a glass of water.”
Miaki Misaki's big eyes darted around, and she walked into the kitchen with her slender legs encased in black stockings.
Yera nodded, sitting on the sofa and observing the surroundings.
He heard a soft sound of footsteps coming from the stairs on the second floor.
He glanced over and saw a beautiful woman with black hair, unwinding her headband as she walked down the stairs, casting a curious gaze towards him.
The black-haired beauty was tall.
Even without makeup, her features were dignified and delicate, even without makeup.
She looked a lot like Miaki Naru, but she had a more austere aura.
“Naru, do we have guests?”
“Mom, this is my friend, Yera-kun.”
“Hello, just call me Aunt Mugi.”
The beautiful woman named Mugi wore black jeans with a black shirt, dressed casually and simply.
She was quite thin and slender.
But even though she was thin, she had the curves in all the right places.
The tight black jeans wrapped around the beautiful woman's long, straight legs.
Her pair of white, delicate feet weren't wearing socks or shoes.
The smooth skin of her instep reflected the glow of the white ceiling light, faintly revealing cute blue veins.