The first day of tidying up was complete. In the evening, Miyazaki Nare, even at six years old, was still very clingy when it came to bedtime.
"You're already six years old, a big girl now. Other kids your age should be sleeping in their own beds," Miyazaki Natsuki said, seemingly a little displeased. He made a small nest beside her, pulling the two quilts further apart.
Unexpectedly, after a while, Miyazaki Natsuki opened his eyes to find Miyazaki Nare slowly inching her body over like a snail, also dragging the mattress along.
Seeing her amusing antics, Miyazaki Natsuki couldn't help but frown.
So, Miyazaki Natsuki stood up and pulled his daughter's bed away.
"Ah... darn it..."
Miyazaki Nare lay sprawled out on the quilt, looking utterly resigned.
"All that effort for nothing."
"Daddy is mean."
Miyazaki Natsuki smiled, ignored her, and closed his eyes.
After a while, he noticed the quilt wiggling.
Why was this child so stubborn?
"It's so cold, Daddy. I'm moving because I'm cold. My teacher taught us that moving when you're cold makes you warm."
When Nare said she was cold, Miyazaki Natsuki couldn't help but feel a pang of softness.
He opened the quilt and let the little one crawl in.
Miyazaki Nare snuggled happily against his chest, her small hands wrapped around Miyazaki Natsuki.
"Alright, but I'm warning you, no wetting the bed tonight."
"I'm six years old! Daddy, big kids who are six don't wet the bed."
Time skip.
The next morning, Miyazaki Natsuki looked at Miyazaki Nare lying in a puddle of urine and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
"You said you wouldn't wet the bed?"
...
After tidying up, Miyazaki Natsuki took his daughter to school.
Since he hadn't arranged a kindergarten yet, he had to keep her by his side for the time being. To prevent her from getting lost, Miyazaki Natsuki entrusted her to the principal's care and left her in the principal's office.
During this time, Miyazaki Natsuki also went to the restroom.
It was somewhat unsettling because the entire men's restroom was empty. Although no one used it, it was still cleaned daily, which was evident from the sparkling clean floor and sink.
When he arrived at the third-year A class he taught, he overheard the female high school students' conversation.
"Ah~ have you heard? There's a scary ghost in the school."
"Eh?! Really, no way?!" Everyone was surprised.
"They say it comes from the direction of the men's restroom."
"Just now, Chika from the next class passed by the men's restroom and heard the sound of water. You know, that 'pararara' sound of water hitting tiles."
"Scary..." Several girls hugged themselves, their faces pale with fright.
It was well-known that although this school was co-ed and had restrooms for boys, the men's restroom was never used because the school was 100% female.
"But how do you know it's a ghost and not a cleaning lady? If she were hosing down the floor, it would probably sound similar, right?" One girl raised her hand and questioned.
"No, the sound of the water was very faint and intermittent. It stopped in less than ten seconds. If it were hosing down the floor, it definitely wouldn't make that sound."
"And Chika said she also heard a man coughing."
"Ah! Scary!"
"Please don't say any more. I have to go to the music room later, and I'll pass by the men's restroom."
"Ah... what should I do? I won't dare to go to the men's restroom anymore," a girl shivered, hugging her arms.
Everyone couldn't help but turn their gaze to her.
【Is this girl... an idiot?】
Just then, the male protagonist walked past the classroom.
At the same time, he gave the girl who said 【going to the men's restroom】 a chop to the back of her head.
"Ah~ darn it, which scoundrel was that?"
As the girl turned around, she was shocked by what she saw.
A male, at least a humanoid creature resembling a male, stood before her.
Everyone collectively fell backward, one by one, landing on the floor as if they had seen a ghost.
【Don't worry, I'm not a ghost.】
The male protagonist stood at the podium, called the students to attention for class, and wrote his name on the blackboard with chalk.
"My name is Miyazaki Natsuki, and I am your new math teacher. Please take care of me from now on."
Furukawa Hirozawa couldn't help but laugh as he played up to this point.
Maeda Jun's ability to stir and infect emotions was truly strong. He was especially good at finding small details in life and expanding on them, yet always managing to make you laugh at just the right moment.
It was truly wonderful.
This new script Author from Pokeni was truly amazing.
Aoki Haruhi seemed to have found a treasure once again.
...
The following plot was a common route in the game, similar to CL, primarily introducing the female protagonists and informing players that these characters were available for capture.
After playing for about an hour, Furukawa Hirozawa had currently discovered four female protagonists.
The first was the swimming teacher, Aoba Inori, whom he had kicked flying in the swimming pool.
The second was Miyazaki's student, and also the girl who said she wouldn't dare to go to the men's restroom anymore. Her name was Kawashima Sakura.
The third was Moriyama Aoi, the art teacher from the same department. This female teacher was gentle and firm, with long black hair, and was very beautiful, at least to Furukawa Hirozawa's aesthetic preference.
She was also one of the relatively more mature female characters drawn by Hayao Miyazaki.
In Furuhara Tsubaki's works, it was truly rare to find this type of female protagonist.
The fourth was little Nare's kindergarten teacher, Suzuki Emi, also a friendly woman who always had a smile on her face.
Each character had her unique charm, primarily to cater to the preferences of different male players.
However, in Furukawa Hirozawa's opinion, one of these individuals was bound to be the fated celestial maiden. Furuhara Tsubaki always liked to do such things.
From onmyoji all the way to CL, although different female protagonists would appear along the way, only one truly stayed with the male protagonist until the end and was the most unforgettable.
Some even explicitly told you that there was only one female protagonist in this game.
Even CL, with its different capture routes and endings, had its subsequent chapters entirely set up for Furukawa Nagisa, a clear act of favoritism.
But then again, as a Pokeni player, he had long accepted this fact. Coupled with the fact that Furukawa Nagisa was indeed very worthy of care and a very good girl, there had been no major backlash from Pokeni so far.
Furukawa Hirozawa played the game while guessing who Miyazaki Natsuki would end up with.
...
So far, Aoba Inori seemed to have the highest chance of winning.
Because little Nare kept clamoring to learn how to swim, the male protagonist, knowing her wish, entrusted her to Aoba Inori.
Ah...
Sure enough, Aoba Inori was the best.
I'm not just going down this route to see the swimsuits, you know.
Furukawa Hirozawa was deceiving himself.
Anyway, you had to try every character, right? As a harem-style bishoujo capture game, you couldn't possibly play only one playthrough.
Stopping after completing one route didn't fit Furukawa's personality.
Of course,
Unless that route had such a strong impact that he would never dare to play a second time.
Aoba Inori was a boisterous and violent woman who often kicked people away without a second thought.
But she was very serious when dealing with little Nare.
"Alright, hold my hand, and then we'll learn to breathe."
Aoba Inori guided Nare in the water, "When you put your head underwater, you exhale, and when you lift your head above the water, you inhale. Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, understood?"
"Understood, Teacher!"
Little Nare was excited.
Aoba Inori shifted her gaze, feeling like something wasn't quite right.
But oh well, just go for it.
"Start!"
"Exhale."
"Inhale."
"Exhale."
"Inhale."
After a while, Nare floated to the surface.
Teacher Aoba Inori was shocked, turning her over, only to see the girl resembling a plump frog.
Goodness, Nare, that little one, was doing everything in reverse.
In less than a minute, her stomach was full of water.
Hahahahaha...
Furukawa Hirozawa's stomach hurt from laughing.
Oh my goodness, Nare was too cute!
Miyazaki Natsuki was stunned when he saw this.
In short, the process of teaching Nare how to swim was very unsuccessful and full of gags.
Teacher Aoba Inori had probably never taught such a clumsy student.
Watching her go from angry one second to a joyful expression the next upon seeing Nare's cute face.
Furukawa Hirozawa just felt that Aoba Inori was too pitiful.
...
Kawashima Sakura was a cute girl with twin pigtails.
This girl would usually sneak into the men's restroom to use it if the women's restroom was full.
Occasionally, she would also run into Miyazaki Natsuki inside.
"Ah!" Miyazaki flinched twice in fright, pressing his body against the urinal, not daring to look back.
"Kawashima, what are you doing here?!"
Kawashima looked at Miyazaki with some confusion, and when she realized he was standing to relieve himself, her eyes widened.
"Ah! Is that how boys do it?"
"Kawashima, what are you doing here?!" Miyazaki Natsuki was completely flustered, so he shouted again, "Get out of here! Do you know this is the men's restroom?"
"Ah, I'm sorry."
Kawashima clasped her hands together, then pulled open a stall and walked in.
She quietly closed the door.
"Miyazaki Teacher, please pretend I don't exist."
【Ah... darn it, how can I pretend you don't exist?】
Miyazaki Natsuki's forehead throbbed with veins, wishing he could drag this girl out of there.
Kawashima was a quirky girl with an unusual way of thinking.
And she really disliked studying.
She would get sleepy as soon as math class started.
So, Miyazaki Natsuki often threw chalk at her.
At the same time, Miyazaki also discovered this girl's weakness—
Kawashima was especially afraid of math, always feeling that math was an unusually strange spell.
"Teacher, don't you think math is particularly scary?
Those who master math can control this world. At the same time, this strange spell is something that an amateur in magic like her can never hope to achieve in her lifetime.
Every time I hear about math, I get a headache. There's no other way but to force myself to faint."
Miyazaki Natsuki let out two cold laughs.
"Is that why you sleep in my class?!"
However, Kawashima being afraid of math wasn't entirely a bad thing.
The next time Miyazaki went to the restroom, he would recite math theorems while relieving himself.
At such times, Kawashima, who had just entered the restroom door, would clutch her head in pain.
"Ah~ Teacher, Teacher, stop reciting... My head, my head is going to explode."
After several times, Kawashima would wait for Miyazaki to finish using the restroom before going in herself.
Hmm...
How to put it?
Although the situation had improved somewhat, it didn't feel like it had improved much.
At the same time, another school legend was added for the male protagonist—
【The ghost in the men's restroom not only uses the restroom but also recites math theorems.】
【If you can't answer, you might be dragged in and eaten by him.】
"Ah... so scary..."
A group of girls shivered, hugging their arms.
"I'm the one who should be scared, okay?!" Miyazaki Natsuki roared.
Had it really escalated to this point?
However, after some understanding, Miyazaki realized that Kawashima was an orphan, very lonely, and often ostracized by other girls due to her eccentric behavior.
So, sometimes, Kawashima would run to the men's restroom at noon to eat her bento there.
"Kawashima, I'll make your bento tomorrow."
Miyazaki couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.
Of course, this option was chosen by Furukawa Hirozawa.
"Ah? Is that really alright, Teacher?"
"Mm, it's fine. Anyway, I have to make one for my daughter too. It's just making one more, it won't take extra time."
Hmm...
For some reason, seeing this, Furukawa Hirozawa felt a tiny bit of emotion in his heart.
However, after a brief moment of immersion, he suddenly looked up.
Could I have accidentally entered the Sakura Route?
Ah, if so, does that mean I have the same thought process as her?
No, no, I clearly like Teacher Aoba Inori!
...
Furukawa Hirozawa, having pulled himself together, was very cautious in the subsequent choices. He temporarily avoided any options that might trigger Kawashima Sakura's events and headed towards the swimming pool.
However, he quickly began to have a change of heart.
Because the art teacher, Moriyama Aoi, was such a gentle, kind, and beautiful woman.
She was simply the perfect candidate for marriage in Furukawa's mind.
Moriyama Aoi was not only a teacher at the school but also the male protagonist's landlady.
The letter left at the door on the first day was written by Teacher Moriyama.
Upon learning that the male protagonist was moving in, the principal suggested to Moriyama Aoi that she provide him a place to stay, and she readily agreed.
And she patiently and kindly received the male protagonist and his daughter.
Upon seeing Miyazaki Natsuki, Moriyama Aoi even blushed.
"Please take care of me from now on."
"Please take care of me too. Both at home and at school," the male protagonist politely replied.
The two looked up and smiled at each other.
Since they lived in the same building, Moriyama Aoi commuted with the male protagonist every day, and she would also send over some of the food she cooked.
"Ah~"
"Ah~ It's too delicious?!"
In no time, Miyazaki Nare devoured all the food on the table, leaving nothing behind.
Then she lay on the floor like a frog, patting her bloated little belly.
"Teacher Moriyama, your cooking is truly excellent," the male protagonist said politely.
Receiving praise from both father and daughter, Moriyama Aoi's face was slightly red, and she dared not look at him, "No, no, you're overpraising me."
Just then, Miyazaki Nare suddenly rolled up from the floor, grabbed Moriyama Aoi's hand, and pleaded:
"Teacher Moriyama, will you live here from now on?"
"Eh?"
At this, Moriyama Aoi's face turned even redder.
"Is it so you can eat Teacher's cooking every day?" Miyazaki Natsuki scooped a mouthful of rice beside her and asked with a smile.
"Mm-hmm~ No, it's not."
Miyazaki Nare said seriously, "That way, Teacher Moriyama can be my mommy."
Pfft...
The male protagonist spat out a mouthful of rice.
And on the other side, Moriyama Aoi's face was as red as a boiling kettle.
...
Furukawa Hirozawa's face was beaming with a smile; he hadn't stopped playing this game.
Ah ah...
Maeda Jun's scripts, they always made one feel happy in the early stages.
And these female protagonists were all very competitive.
For a moment, he didn't know who to choose.
Was this the king's dilemma?