Riaru de Reberu Age Shitara Hobo Chītona Jinsei ni Natta - Chapter 424

The mismatched sisters. The soul-sharing girls.

They had the same exact DNA, born on the same day and from the same woman, triplets.

And yet, the girls all had differing heights of 150 cm, 140 cm, and 130 cm.

They were writing something on notebooks in their room.

There was a knock at the door.

“Yes?”

The tallest triplet answered.

“It be me, ja. Can I come in?”

“Yes please~”

The door opened, and the young elder walked in.

At first glance she appeared to be a child, but her mind was that of a truly experienced adult.

Eternal Little.

That was the name for the children who at age ten lost any further growth and remained with that same appearance until their organs weakened and they died.

There was once a time when they were referred to as witches. In more recent times it was discovered to be a genetic abnormality.

Azuma Kohaku appeared to be ten years old, but was actually born eighty years ago, a veteran surviving through perilous times.

The three mismatched sisters and the eternal little.

Both of them were similar in that they differed from the average person in genetics, so they often spent time together.

“Will ye drink?”

“Is that liquor?”

“We’re underage, you know.”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea, I think.”

“Nay, just a little bit is fine, ja. There be countries that allow drinking from 14, ja. Plus in Japan, married couples be considered adults.”

“Hmmm.”

“Well in that case…”

“We can’t drink too much, though.”

The three sisters nodded reluctantly. It seemed that they couldn’t find it in themselves to refuse.

Kohaku brought in a sake bottle and sake cups.

One bottle, two cups.

But this was no mistake.

Everyone followed Taiyou’s example in this house.

“Here ye go.”

“””Thank you.”””

The three sisters thanked her, taking turns in sipping the drink, only getting their lips wet.

“Eeek!”

“Sooo strong!”

“My throat hurts…”

“Kukuku, it tastes good once ye get used to it. Besides…can’t ye feel it? The tip of ye fingers feels hot, jaro?”

“Yes, it kind of feels prickly.”

“Feels weird, jaro?”

“Yes.”

“It may feel that way for now, but eventually yer senses will become more ‘keen’.”

“Keen?”

“I sort of understand.”

“I can feel it slowly becoming that way.”

“And then it spreads from ye fingers to ye entire body. Try it a bit more, lassies.”

“””Okay.”””

The three sisters said, putting the cup to their mouths again.

A bit more than earlier, enough to roll down the tip of the tongue.

“Yow!”

“It just…”

“Rushed in all at once.”

“Kukuku. If ye learn to love it in that state, then ye’ll enjoy it many times more than usual, ja.”

“””Is that so!”””

“Indeed, ‘tis. Ye get why it be easy to slip up with alcohol, jaro? We have yet to slip up, though.”

The three sisters stared at the sake cups. They also glanced at the sake bottle that Kohaku was pouring into her own cup.

Their throats were undulating, clearly showing their interest.

Kohaku did not bother to question that, instead asking a different question.

“So what do ye be writing in them notebooks, ja? Got enough words in there to cause a gestalt.”

“Ah, we were deciding on a name.”

The shortest girl answered.

“Name?”

“Yes, our names.”

“What, are ye changing ye names?”

“Yes.”

“Lochia?”

Kohaku had meant it as a joke, but she hadn’t expected them to give such an immediate answer.

“Ye really plan to change ye name? But why?”

“The names we have right now…”

“Are what our father gave us.”

“So we want to change them.”

“…Ah.”

Kohaku nodded, emptying her cup and pouring more in.

Kohaku was familiar with their household affairs. And she also knew what happened to their household.

So Kohaku did not ask anything in particular, merely responding with an “Ah”.

“Might I see?”

“””Yes, please do.”””

The triplets showed her their three notepads all at once.

Kohaku took them into her hands, gazing into their contents.

Other than all three names being for females, they were completely different.

Some were old-fashioned, others were based on flowers, while others were currently popular names, like “Akina”.

“Ye got a lot written down there.”

“We just figured it was best to begin writing something.”

“Write as much as we could think of.”

“And then decide after we can think of nothing else.”

“I see…mm, this is…”

Kohaku’s eyes stopped on a particular name.

Kiseki.

Amongst the many names, this was the one that fit these girls the least.

In fact, could something like this even be considered a name?

“Ye planning to name yeselves something like this?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing wrong with that, right?”

“We’re pretty much at the point of considering it.”

“Considering it, eh…but Kiseki, of all things?”

Kohaku slightly grimaced.

The three sisters corrected her.

“That’s not it, Kohaku-san.”

“You don’t read it…”

“As kiseki.”

“Hm?”

Kohaku looked at the notebooks.

Clearly, the symbols written there meant “miracle”, and could only be read as “kiseki” in Japanese.

Then Kohaku gasped.

“Wait…are ye going to name yeselves Miracle?”

She thought that was a sensible way to do it nowadays.

But that, too, was incorrect.

“””Taiyou-san.”””

“…Wha?”

“””Taiyou-san, that’s the name.”

The answer Kohaku received was even more unexpected.