"Hello, Miss Snow Dancer. My name is Cesario. I was captivated by your figure from your very first race. Please shake my hand."
The young filly lowered her head to Shirayuki. Her expression was completely serious, showing a maturity that did not match her age.
Shirayuki looked at Cesario, then at Katsumura Youta, who was standing beside her looking immensely proud. She stroked the girl's head.
"Little one, make sure you don't grow up into the kind of adult who gets carried away as easily as your brother."
"Wait a second! What do you mean, an adult who gets carried away easily? Chi… hm? Shirayuki, why do you sound exactly like your brother!?"
The way she spoke just now was too much like Fujiwara Chiya, and Katsumura Youta could not help retorting. Only after seeing Shirayuki's face did he remember that Chiya was not even here.
And here I was worried the siblings had fought. These two are exactly the same!
"I see. Brother gets carried away easily, so I must not become someone like him. I understand." Cesario nodded, her cute short blue hair swaying.
To think Katsumura Youta looked so rough and burly, yet had such a pretty little sister. Since meeting is fate, I'll gladly accept your little sister.
"Let's go, Cesario. I'll show you around Tracen."
"What about me, Shirayuki? You're taking my sister away, so what am I supposed to do?"
"The south side needs two people to clean the flowerbeds. Why don't you go pull weeds?"
"What? You're asking a trainer to pull weeds?"
"Chiya spent two months pulling weeds to beautify the environment. Have you contributed anything to Tracen?"
"That was because he was punished, and he didn't pull weeds for two months."
"Cesario, you absolutely must not become an irresponsible adult like this in the future. If he doesn't want to do it, he should just say he doesn't want to do it, but instead he insists on making excuses."
"Mm-hm…"
"Who said I don't want to do it? I'll do it. For Tracen, it is our duty!"
In order to preserve the image that was rapidly crumbling in front of his little sister, Katsumura Youta was forced to accept the task. In his heart, he silently cursed that brat Fujiwara Chiya. Chiya must have told Shirayuki to say all this just to ruin his image in front of his sister.
Fine. If you want to fight me, I'll fight to the end! Let's see whether I build up my grand image first or you destroy it completely!
With that thought, Katsumura Youta hurried toward the flowerbeds.
Seeing him leave, Fujiwara Shirayuki's mood brightened considerably.
That brat had no sense at all. Here she was, running around busily for the dance party, and what did he do? He directly brought his little sister over, pouring more oil onto her already burning workload.
Making him pull weeds was letting him off easy!
After taking revenge on Katsumura Youta, Shirayuki turned her attention back to the little girl in front of her. To be honest, this was also Shirayuki's first time meeting one of her own fans, and she had no idea what she should talk about. What did Dober do when she met her fan?
Shirayuki held her hand. After a few seconds of silence, she asked, "Cesario, have you already entered your true-form period?"
"Yes, Miss Snow Dancer. I grew one centimetre taller than yesterday."
"That's really fast."
Speaking of which, why does she keep calling me "Miss"? Isn't this child a little too mature? At her age, she should be calling me onee-chan.
Looking at the girl's large blinking eyes, Shirayuki said, "From now on, just call me Yuki-nee."
"Yuki-nee?"
"That's right."
Since she was Katsumura Youta's little sister, Shirayuki did not need to be overly reserved. Following the principle that a brother's things were her things, and her things were still her things, Shirayuki said, "You don't need to use polite language with me either. You can be more casual."
"More casual… is that okay?"
"Of course. Are you nervous? Don't worry. I'm very close with your brother. You can treat me directly as your bro… no, as your big sister."
"Okay. Then I'll relax."
She placed a hand over her young chest and took a deep breath. Her tone suddenly changed.
"Yuki-nee, I'm your fan! I love you so much! I watched every one of your races! They were really, really amazing!"
She hugged Shirayuki around the waist and rubbed her head against her.
"?"
What the hell? Am I hallucinating?
Shirayuki rubbed her eyes and confirmed that this little girl really was rubbing against her.
What is going on? Just now, she was being so respectful, but after one sentence telling her not to be nervous, she turned into this? Isn't the difference before and after way too huge?
"Yuki-nee's next race is the Oka Sho, right? I believe you'll definitely win, onee-chan."
Cesario buried her face in Shirayuki's stomach and spoke in a muffled voice.
"I-is that so? Thank you…"
This little girl was actually a passionate fan. Shirayuki did not dislike being hugged, but wouldn't this pose cause misunderstandings? She was even smaller than Rice Shower, completely within the category of a little girl.
All right, little one, that's enough. Don't start crawling into my clothes.
Fujiwara Shirayuki stroked her head and stopped her from gradually beginning to sniff her scent.
Speaking of which, her smell shouldn't be attracting even a child this small, right? This little girl might not even be old enough to awaken to romance. If something really happened, Katsumura Youta would absolutely come fight him to the death.
For the sake of her own safety, Shirayuki decided to keep some distance from her.
"Cesario, I'm actually preparing for tomorrow's dance party right now, so I might not have much time to accompany you."
"A dance party? Can I watch beside you, onee-chan? I definitely won't cause trouble for you!"
"That's fine, but if you're alone and get lost, that would be bad. I'll find someone to look after you."
At that moment, Shirayuki saw a cheerful figure passing by in the distance. She quickly raised her hand.
"Spe-chan!"
"Hm? Shirayuki!"
Hearing the voice, Special Week turned around and ran over with her face lighting up.
"I was wondering where you went. So you were here."
As she spoke, Special Week noticed the child in Shirayuki's arms. Cesario also looked at her. Their eyes met, and the air instantly went quiet.
"So…"
"So?"
"So cute! This child is so cute!"
Special Week excitedly picked her up.
"Shirayuki, is this your little sister? What's her name?"
"Cesario."
"Even her name is cute!"
Special Week hugged her tightly and rubbed against her. Seeing the two of them like this, Shirayuki realized that their hairstyles and the white streaks on their foreheads looked very similar. Compared to Shirayuki, the two of them actually looked more like sisters.
"My name is Special Week, Cesario-chan."
"Special Week… onee-chan."
"Kyaa~"
Special Week let out an excited sound, like a father seeing his baby say her first word.
Wait, Cesario called Spe-chan onee-chan right away. She isn't nervous with her?
Looks like their compatibility is pretty good.
"Spe-chan, can you help me look after this child? I still have some finishing work to do."
"Okay! I'll take responsibility for the rest of this child's life!"
"It doesn't need to be that long. Just for a little while."
"I know, I know."
She let Cesario ride on her shoulders, then said happily, "Let's go, Cesario-chan. Let's see what Shirayuki-oneechan is doing."