Y/N Kayama is the daughter of the R-rated hero Midnight and is also a little finding a caregiver/Daddy. Bakugo is also looking for a Little, lucky him he finds Y/n coloring in a coloring book with a paci on his first day in UA class 1-A.

age= int(input(“请输入你重启人生后的年龄：”))
   if age=18：print（“重生元年。”）
elif age=19：print（“家族分割。”）
elif age=20：print（“请把尊严还给大学生。”）
elif age=21：print（“耀眼的紫微星。”）
elif age=22：print（“家国情怀。”）
elif age=23：print（“大国崛起的时代。”）
elif age=24：print（“ 我辈当自强。”）
            else：print（“奋斗，奋斗，奋斗。”)

PS：书友说我的简介不好，像是小白文。那就修改吧，这下应该不白了吧？

This is a true life story written with the permission of the protagonist, though conversations would be fictional.

A story about a man's life and his biggest turning point.

"Son, you…"


His parents were shocked.


This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.


"Forget it, when a child grows up, they should have their own dreams…"


His father and mother weren't someone from a high-ranking position on Kurama Clan.


Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakening of Kekkei Genkai.


"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"


Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-hearted.


His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."


"I believe that the clan would accept it."


Akabane is very confident about this.


The three of them slowly walked back home.


…


As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continue his comic.


"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"


He immediately cast seals to summon a clone.


"I'll work hard today!"


Akabane chuckled and started coloring the pages from before.


"Oh, that's awesome…"


The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.


Not awe from his coloring but for how he didn't laze after summoning him.


As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.


…



After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.


"Haaah… it's done, up to the next one."


His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.


"With your skill of drawing, then why bother learning about shadow clones? You could finish it by yourself faster.


"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest too."


Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.


…


"[System!]"


He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.


But today, he only gained a slight point.


Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increase his physical strength.


He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.


Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.


Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.


What can he do with that little improvement?


At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.


Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.


Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore his diminished chakra.


The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't sleep after he finished coloring. 


He thought that his original will laze around and leave everything to him so seeing him meditating surprised him a little since  he didn't expect it at all.


He sighed slightly and then kept on working.


Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.


At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.


Of course…


With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.


It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.


"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."


Akabane lies on the bed to recharge his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.


Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.


"Ahh. He's asleep."They Sighed at the same time, and continued to work.


…


On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Arata came to make a report on today's exam.


Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Arata.


After all, there are many details that a chuunin level cannot be seen clearly.


"Ryo will have to be punished as planned. As for the other, they all passed."


Hiruzen Sarutobi said.


"Yes!"


Arata received the order and left the office.


The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.


On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.


In the end, he filled in a name.


"Shimura Danzo."


"Let Danzo come here."


Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.


He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected…"


Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.


"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root training or any other that is related to Anbu."


Hiruzen was very clear about this.


There is no room for mistakes.


"You have nothing to worry about."


Danzo picked up the list.


and said "They are all geniuses. One year is enough."


"As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu." Hiruzen said.


"One year is the same for you."


Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.



I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


=== 

Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

===
*Disclaimer*
Cover, not mine, found it on net-kun. DM me if the owner wants me to remove it and I will.

===

Advance Chapters on my (P)(A)(T)(R)(E)(O)(N)
Patre0n/Fanfic69

Here is the Update release;
• Webnovel: 1 chapter daily + extra chapters.

•(P)(A)(T)(R)(E)(O)(N) : TIER 1- 3 ; 1 chapter for Naruto and 2-3 Chapters of One Piece daily.

•(P)(A)(T)(R)(E)(O)(N) : TIER 4 ; 2 chapters for Naruto and 3-5 Chapters for One Piece daily.

[For Extra Chapters!]

° 1K Stones = +1 chapter

° 2K Stones = +3 Chapters

°5k Stones = +10 Chapters

 
"Son, you..."
His parents were shocked.
This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.
"Forget it, when you grow up, you should have his own dreams…"
His father and mother weren't someone from high-rank at Kurama Clan.
Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakened of Kekkei Genkai.
"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"
Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-heart.
His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."
"I believe that the clan would accept it."
Akabane is very confident about this.
The three of them slowly walked back home.
…
As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continued his comic.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
He immediately cast seals to summoned a clone.
"I'll work hard today!"
Akabane chuckled and started to coloring his pages from before.
"Oh, that's awesome..."
The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.
As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.
…
After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.
"Haaah... it's done, up to the next one."
His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.
"With your skill of drawing, then why to bother learned about shadow clone? You could finish it by yourself faster.
"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest to."
Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.
…
"[System!]"
He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.
But today, he only gained a slight point.
Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increased his physical.
He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.
Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.
Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.
What can he do with that little improvement?
At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.
Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.
Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore chakra.
The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't get tired. Even if he just sat there to recovered chakra, he still feels lucky for now. He is the most interesting of all of Akabane's clones.
He sighed slightly and then kept on working.
Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.
At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.
Of course…
With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.
It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.
"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."
Akabane lies on the bed to recharged his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.
Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.
"Ahh. He's asleep." Sighed, and continued to work.
…
On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Monkey King Enma came to make a report on today's exam.
Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Enma.
After all, there are many details his summoned cannot be seen clearly.
"Ryuu will have to deal with his consequence. As for the other, they all passed."
Hiruzen Sarutobi said.
"Yes!"
Enma received the order and left the office.
The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.
On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki was in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.
In the end, he filled in a name.
"Shimura Danzo."
"Let Danzo come here."
Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.
He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected..."
Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.
"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root or any other that related to Anbu."
Hiruzen was very clear about this. 
There is no room for mistakes.
"You have nothing to worry about."
Danzo picked up the list.
"They are all geniuses. One year is enough."
Hiruzen said, "As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu."
"One year is the same for you."
Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

Months pass by, at early August, Al and Mary went to the publishing house called The World Publishing Company the author such as Ruth Nanda, Robert Ludlum, Rex Stout, and many more published their book with this company and this company has just made their office in Los Angeles.

After some negotiation that handled easily by Mary, they made another fortune of $100,000 USD in cash and divident of 15% of each book sold so that means, the if price of the book is $15 so he got $2.25 for each books sold, and of course because Al has made all of the character design and storyboard so the company only need to rearange, coloring and print the books.

Not only that, if the book becomes best seller, they will made another peripheral such as coloring book and character biodata set as per Al's authorization and this deal exclude film and tv series adaptation, toys and games that was still held by Al's.

Normaly, the adaptation works was held by the publishing house but luckily, Al got Mary. Al's contract only stated that he must at least made 2 more story sequel and the publisher must be World Publishing Company. And also the book can only published if the short story coloumn on the LA Times comes to an end.

The <Toy Story> come to an end and Al have been sent his another story to the LA Times as he promised. The story he made was <Lion King>, because the story lenght of <Up>, <Finding Nemo>, and <Ice Age> was too short, so he decide to make a collection book of it and wrote the <Lion King>.

Because many similarities of the <Kimba the White Lion> and <Lion King>, he decided to change the character name a little bit and their appereance such as Simba became Leeu or Leo, Scar's name and looks was changed and making the story to become more alike to Hamlet african animal version to avoid stink eye from japanese animator.

His popularity within kids and parents began to soar. Now many people knew the name of Alphonse Brandt or Al as pen name but unfortunately, nobody knew how Al was look like. Is he an adult? An old man? A woman? Or a pedophile uncle? So nobody sure how parents will react to their children's favourite author.

When <Toy Story> book was released on September, It became a best seller with 1 million sales on a week. Not only that, peripheral as coloring book and biodata characters also sold out but not as much as the pitcure book.

Many toy companies and animation studio began to contact the publishing house but they can only leave with disappointment. The copyright holder is still in the hand of the author and has no intention to authorized it.

Al got another idea for the toys and peripheral gifts.
' I know that my story will be a success but not THIS success' Al just sigh thinking about that, and maybe even think that he got a protagonist halo..... nah, that only appear on chuuni light novel.

Same as publishing house company, LA Times's sunday post is began to soar because there began many kids who urged their parents to buy the LA Times on sunday morning. Children now would ask if they had read Al's story, if not they won't became your friends.

This leave the board director and many company higher ups regret. They also own a publishing house but they have no children book in their catalog. This made William scolded by board director and call Mary to urged her to publish book on their company.

But unfortunately for them, they have made a deal with other publishing company. So Mary only promised him that Al will write more story to LA times and he already approved it.

"They are our benefactor but just give them a bit or they will become greedy." Said Al

At present time, beside keep playing with kids, because he got money from the publishing house, Al donate $50.000 to the orphanage.

In this way, the orphanage won't get trouble with funding anymore, and also the extra money he got, he decided to buy gifts for his fellow orphans, and both of his caretaker. Mary also got 10% comission, at first Mary is reject it but after always urged by Al everyday, she learns to compromise.

Anyway, he bought some music equipment like keyboard, guitar, and other music instrument and build a studio in one of the empty room in orphanage, it cost $10.000 for all of it.

In this month, Al learn all the skill that needed for entertainment industry. Singing, Music, Acting, Filmmaking.

While music can be practiced at home, so he needs to learn about acting and filmography. He bought a 8mm camera, and start experimenting by taking a documentary shoot about daily activity in orphanage. For acting, he just needed a perfect moment to do that.

Life goes on, celebrating Haloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and last is New Year. Al's life was full of learning and trainings, not only that he also writing a few short stories to LA Times and just an early December ago , he publish a book named <Jurassic Park>.

After the book was released, it created another storm of crazed reading by many of his fans and sci-fi reader.

Even the book critics praise this novel as one of the pioneering work of biology science fiction and also dna scientist was interested to experimenting this and want to invite the author to a science fair.

'Fk, if they knew who write this book was 10 year old kid, all of them must be feel ashamed because they belive in child's fantasies haha...' So of course as Mary keep Al's identity a secret, they reject them by telling them the author want to live in peaceful life.

The new year of 1981 is come, and the orphanage family celebrate it together, Al keep buying them a lot of gifts.

He even thinking whether to hire an agent from talent agency to enter hollywood. After consulting with Mary, she also approve this and even suggest Al to hire personal assistant or even manager.

Both Mary and Mrs K know that Al's dream was to make movies, so they also knew that Al need experience and the best way to start from bottom was to become child star first to gain some fame.

" Well I got some recommendation from my friends to contact this new agency, although they only established 5 years ago, they got some good connection in this industry." Said Mary

" Really? What this agency called?" Asked Al. "The Creative Artist Agency, it was built by Michael Ovitz, ex-senior agent of William Morris Agency." Mary said.

'CAA?' Thought Al, what he knew from his past life was this agency is really strong in the 90s, not only they got half of the A-list hollywood actors/actress, they really dominate the production of the film itself, and even he heard that the one of the agents, because his signed customer was failed at audition, he come to the one of the hollywood big six studio and threatening their CEO.

This made CAA become more dominering and made all film studio wary, so all hollywood production company made an agreement to put pressure on CAA, by rejecting some of their customer and their film project. So CAA began to yield and even more so, since late 90s, the film production company most of them became media group or own by important people.

The most famous things that CAA made was their packaging project, and it's succesiveness change the gameplay of hollywood's talent agency.

After much thinking Al said" Okay, please call them then, but make sure that the contract is short and I don't want to follow any plan they design for me, I want to do things ny own way, I heard that some talent agency forcing their customer to publicize their personal life."

" Don't worry Al, I'll make sure if the agency is forcing you, we will change immidiately." Said Mary

To Be Continued.....

Don't be too serious while reading this fic.

New Cover Credited to LordValmar.

~~~

A man suffering from pancreatic cancer lay in his bed weakly. Believe that he will never survive, he made a wish on his birth/deathday to become the best filmmaker and become rich on his next life if there is.

A normal boy, who wanted live a genuine life, carrying a mysterious past and future.

Suddenly they woke up in the one body and one mind in year 1980.

Watch him as he becomes the greatest filmmaker and the King of Hollywood

~~~

PS: I only own my OC's and I own nothing any of the copyright, name, and products that I mentioned in my story. Any similarities are inevitable because I use real person, event, and trademarks and just hope I won't get sued in this non-commercial fiction.

~~~

Support me on patreon : 
https://www.patreon.com/bukanorang
Type directlly on your browser for further chapters.

or 

You can donate me on 
paypal.me/igdtj
Any donation meaningful for me.


Any suggestion or discussion, find me in:

Discord https://discord.gg/HRQFNjFEr6

The thought of escape did cross through the boys mind but he pushed such a thought away as everything he owned was in this house. While he didn't have much when it came to processions everything in this house was his and he couldn't just run and leave it just cause a man in a suit pops up not even a day after the shooting star and probably is aware or at least suspicious of what happened. The one line he spoke felt as if the house, the boys house had become a prison and he the prisoner. While in actuality the boy was the one with the power to open the door it felt as it the man in the suit, he was the warden. Running wasn't an option, what is unknown is to be feared but the boy still opened the door and let the suited man still smiling into his home. Minutes had passed and now both the men or to be exact the man and the boy watched each other across the only table in the house. The boy hid his embarrassment from the lack of furnishing and cleanliness the house faced and stayed silent. The man lightly coughed into his hand to end the silence before speaking" I would like to thank you for letting me into your home Mr. Reggin I can understand why doing so could be difficult given the circumstances you face but we have much to talk about". Within seconds of opening his mouth the boy tightened his fist ever so slightly. He knows exactly who I am the boy thought to himself trying to keep a stoic face masking his surprise and tension. The reason for the boy reaction is simply because the words he spoke wasn't to the twenty five year old Mr. Reggin but a teenager! Everyone who knows me knows I'm a grown man but this man with a smile didn't ask to talk to an adult in the house named Mr. Reggin but to me without a look of doubt on his face. Countless thoughts flowed through my head but with such little info I had I couldn't figure of anything new. The man knows that I'm related to the shooting star which happened less then twenty four hours ago and was able to find me, know who I am and even in this younger form know exactly who he's talking to. This man knew too much while I knew too little. I took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes " Word game aren't going to get us anywhere, so how much do you know?". The route the boy choose was simple, the direct approach. If this man had come days later I could have tried to make out a plan, any plan to deal with such a scenario but that wasn't an option now. The run away plan, yeah lets just throw that plan out the backdoor I would have used if I choose to take that route. The suited man seemed slightly shocked I chose not to at least lie about the current situation I found myself in but adjusted rather quick. "Well then I suppose we should skip over the formalities then. First off It's nice to meet you Mr. Reggin my name is Delvin Deosse and I work for an organization known as Starry Sky Observation Club". The suited man named Mr. Deosse said while reaching into his suit pocket pulling out a card and handing it to me. I had doubt on my face as I took the card representing an organization that in its name was called a club and glance down upon its info. The card was basic in design with a black coloring and the organizations name in bold print upon it in golden coloring. The card held a number underneath as well as website. After this man leaves I planned to go check out the cards info to see its legitimacies to ease some of the doubt I still held. The most interesting thing about the card was the symbol it had in the left top corner. Two stars intertwined going downward at an angle upon the card. The symbol was also basic but I still couldn't keep looking at the symbol while Mr. Deosse had continued speaking." The organization itself as you can see puts its focus on the stars but there a certain star that the organization puts most of its attention upon."Mr. Deosse had paused his words as I pulled my eyes away from the card and we made eye contact. "Dante's Twin Star". Only three words came out of his mouth but only two of them mattered to the boy. When one says a word to you in order to help understand what they saw you may visualize whatever was said to make it easier to understand and the same was for this scenario. While the boy couldn't picture the man named Dante Mr. Deosse spoke of it was no struggle for other two words. Rather then create an image to the best of his ability using his imagination, the boy in his mind had a masterpiece of beauty. A sky filled with twinkling stars illuminating the night ever so silent but then a flash of light illuminated in a rainbow of color drowning out all other beauty in the endless sky. The light ever so radiant in its glory the center of everything then splits from one to two erasing all else in the sky. One light flashing beyond and into the horizon returning the beauty to the ones desolated by its presences while the second came closer and closer from the heavens to the earth until nothing was left. This was a work of art but it was not born of imagination, this was a memory. Mr. Deosse watched me as I reminisced, while my face for the most part was blank it took no genius to know I was deep in thought." The stars beauty is something beyond mans creation or so I've heard but this isn't the most important reason for the organizations focus on this star" Mr. Deoss said another smile blooming on his face" the reason why this star stand above any other is rather mystifying, Dante's Twin Star is said to be able to grant ones deepest desires Mr. Reggin" a short pause ensued "this star is able to birth ones wishes". My hand tightened once more fare more forceful then the first at the near threat of blood flowing but that didn't matter right now. Still looking eye to eye I take a deep breath and lessen my hands grip." Quite the story behind this star Mr. Deosse I'm thankful that you shared it must I will still ask this of you and hope for a clear answer. What do you want to ask me"? "Well that's quite simple Mr. Reggin, I only have one question for you". The suited man then leaned closer to me across the table still with his smile. "What exactly was your wish"?

A man under the endless sky and a star that answers his wish. This is his journey through a new life, one filled with joy and tears.

The day after the ball that flew the aristocratic sword.



It was supposed to be ridiculous.

Yes, in a word, "What's this!"



There was a long line at the magazine store "Ohana Bookstore". There are as many people as there are lines for the first sale in department stores, lines for attractions in rat amusement parks, lines for limited sale of popular sweets, and so on.



The line starts from "Ohana Bookstore", the end point of the first street of Grafner Street, crosses the "Meeting Bridge" that continues to the second street, and the end cannot be seen.



Don't be scared more than you imagined ....

Are all the people who came to buy the fashion magazine "Eimi"?



The fact that they were lined up like this before the store opened means that the first two girls got together as soon as possible. I'm grateful and cry. I want to give you a hot hug. I'm fat.



When I and Claris arrived at "Ohana Bookstore", the manager of the bookstore and Black Brian, who was planning to help with the sale, ran with a different blood phase.



"Lady Ellie! Look at this line! Some 6,000 Ron books are sure to be sold out!"

"What should I do? 500 copies is definitely not enough ..."



The fat, mild-mannered store manager, who seems to like books, is snorting.

Black Brian, on the other hand, seemed to be filled with apologies for the guests in line, perhaps because of his innate responsibility.



"Manager, are you ready for change? Black Brian, please call the printing team. I'm bringing the base paper of the reservation slip, thinking that this might happen."

"Of course!"

"Okay!"



The store manager returns to the store to make a final confirmation of the store opening preparations.



Give Black Brian the base paper of the magazine reservation slip and tell him to print a thousand copies with a "copy copy". She simply "copies" the draft on a piece of paper the size of a bill, stamps the stamp at Ohana Bookstore, and handwrites the numbers from 1 to 1000. Since it pushes the seal, it is unlikely to be counterfeited. Black and white printing on small paper. It doesn't take much magical power and time.



When I told the store manager about the reservation, a young male clerk came out and shouted at the long line.



"The first edition is limited to 500 copies! We are giving priority to customers who can not buy today! Please wait as it is only for those who are okay!"



The clerk screamed, crossed the "Meeting Bridge" and walked to the invisible tail.

Even after hearing the explanation, few customers left the line.



It was a good sideshow, as the quarrel that had not been interrupted started around the middle of the line. It's fine to have a lot of blood, but I think it's a good idea to hit each other until you get a bumpy nosebleed as an adult and take care of the police.



Thirty minutes before the store opened, Misa and Joe came and were surprised to see the procession. Immediately after that, copywriter Boyne and Ariana's younger brother, the fox reporter Frank, came and told him to help the seller and let him go to the store manager.



I asked the erotic photographer who came after me to take a picture of that area, or rather, I ignored it because I released the shutter with an incomprehensible shout "Fantastic!" And went to Mass and Joe. moved.



"Lady ... this is ..."



Misa doesn't seem to realize the sight in front of her. She has her mouth crisp like a carp.

Joe was calling "great" repeatedly.



Then a girl rushed from the line and she called out to Mass. She doesn't seem to know Mass.



"Ah! Where did you buy the clothes? Who designed them? Who made that magazine? Where can I buy clothes? There are clothes of the size that suits me Is it? "



The girls who ask questions in quick succession are probably 15 or 6 years old. She has shining eyes to see the mass in gaucho pants.

Misa regained her mind and replied with a big smile to her pretty girl.



"You can buy this at my shop" Mirrors ". It was designed by this lady Ellie and Joe who is the exclusive designer of Millers. The magazine was also made by Lady Ellie here. This lady is amazing. There are sizes, but there are nice clothes that suit you better than these gaucho pants, so please come to the store. "

"Wow, is that true ?! Where is the store?"

"It's written in the magazine I'm about to buy."

"Okay! Ah ... I was so surprised when I saw the poster in Ichibancho! There was such a beautiful person, I laughed so cutely, and I was very beautiful with nice clothes ... .... I was angry with my dad when I was watching for hours while I was using it. I came with a friend when I saw that a book called a clothing magazine was going to be released! "

"Thank you. I'm Ellie Golden, designer and editor-in-chief of the magazine."



She thanked the energetic girl, pinched her hem and greeted her.



"Just if you ask a stranger, you have to behave like a lady. A woman's appearance is important, but the most important thing is the contents. Look, bow like this, oh no! The shirt is sticking out. Isn't it! Have you seen the mirror? "

"Ah ... I hurried out of my house ..."

"No matter how urgent you are, you have to be groomed properly."



I started preaching for some reason.

I want such a straightforward and energetic child to have a strong heart and become a good woman. Yes Yes.



After a while, when the girl returned to the line, it was time to sell. The time is 9 am. People passing by, people heading to work, rushing carriers, loud salespeople, adventurer-like groups, guards coming to see the situation, and the melting pot of various races, the capital of the Kingdom of Greifner, Greifner was still busy today. .. In addition to the usual hustle and bustle, the queue for magazines is adding to the hustle and bustle.



"Then everyone! We have started selling the first fashion magazine" Eimi "in the Kingdom of Grafner! Please prepare your money and don't push it !!"



When the manager of the Ohana bookstore called out to open the store, the line shouted and applauded, "Wow, oh, oh!". As expected, it is a reaction like the Grafner people with high tension.



"You are the first purchaser to commemorate! Congratulations!"



When the girl at the top of the line paid for the magazine, she happily held it in her chest and jumped away from the line. Their smiles are dazzling. It's a priceless smile, not a million dollars.

It was really good to make this magazine. Despite the grand motive of making miniskirts and hot pants popular, it's a nice sight to make women smile. I'm still a genius.




○ ○




After seeing Claris and the magazine sold out, I went to Millers.

This was also crowded with people.



The macho door boy who always stands like a gatekeeper is arranging in line, and Usax responds to customers dexterously while raising his ears as if to assist it. 90% of the customers in line are women, and the age group is from teens to twenties. Everyone desperately looks into the magazine and argues that it's not like that.



To be honest, the content of the magazine is thin. The book is also thin.

The number of pages could not be increased due to the relationship between the budget and "copy copy". There are 9 pages in color including the cover, 9 pages in black and white, and 18 pages in total. Seven types of carefully selected coordination are posted.



I received the magazine that Claris had and opened the page I checked many times.




"Eimi"

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――



"Fashionable power rather than defensive power! 』\

One or two pages.

Amy oversized in the spread.

Smile with a refreshing striped dress and cardigan roll.

 cute.



―――――――――――――――――――――――――――



"Can you protect me?"

~ No more defense. I'll protect that person I like ~

The same as the cover, a knee-length skirt designed with small water spirits studded on a blue background, and a slender white button shirt.

Amy has a bursting smile on her face. cute.



―――――――――――――――――――――――――――



"This year is popular! That person who likes it is also the best! 』\

A red flared skirt similar to what Elizabeth wears at the ball. Summer knit is a short sleeve that is rare in Grafner.

Amy is looking up. It's so cute.



―――――――――――――――――――――――――――



"A big woman is gaucho pants"

Amy wearing khaki gaucho pants and studying with a serious look at the library of the magic school. A photo that breaks Grafner's common sense that women wear trousers as taboo. Anyway, Amy looks like an adult with a crisp face. cute.



―――――――――――――――――――――――――――



"Off is relaxing at your favorite cafe"

A thick red border long skirt on a white background. A light brown jacket with a white turtleneck inner. The earrings are bonbons with a processed tail of a mini-mini rabbit of subjugation rank F.

The cafe at the shooting location is the most popular among young people, and "Italeria" opposite "Ohana Bookstore"

If you were a man, you wanted to meet Amy at the cafe. It 's good.



―――――――――――――――――――――――――――



I flipped through the pages.



The other two coordinations are an adventurer-like one and a simple one that incorporates the trends of Grafner.



The black and white page has a pretty interesting workmanship.

Mass interview and photos. The article on how we defeated the Bone Lizard contains a photo of a flock of Little Lizard taken by an erotic photographer with the thought of dying.



Other pages have information on clothes, how to dress, special features on meeting places, and women's magazine-like content on how to get rid of those who are interested.



Satisfied, closed the magazine and handed it to Clarisse.



She tried to enter the store so as not to hit the customers in line.

She immediately gets a voice from the women in line saying, "Don't interrupt!" When I was wondering what was going on, a smiling mass came from the store and she deliberately shouted, "Isn't it the designer Ellie Golden Lady!" And let me through. Everyone looks at that fat girl with mysterious eyes.



The inside of the store was less crowded than I expected.

It seems that admission is restricted.



"Did you see the young lady? That big procession, a great success! I'm glad I'm going to get rid of it!"



Mass raises a voice of joy.

I want you to stop shaking my shoulders by force. The flesh of the belly and upper arms sways and seems to get drunk.



Joe has a serious look and is choosing clothes for young girls. I don't seem to notice this. Anyway, it's very popular. Girls flock like cats jumping on food. Joe is kind of handsome.



"It seems that we will run out of stock today!"

"Please sell more and more! Rewrite the fashion history of Grafner!"

"Yes, that's right, young lady!"



And 10% of the profit goes into this pocket as a design fee. I was told by Mass that there were not a few, but this should be enough. I'm in trouble if I get too much and Millers can't make new clothes.




○ ○






Thus, the first day of magazine sales ended with great success.



He set up his own company called "Kobashigawa Shokai" and decided to throw the management etc. to the members of the magazine editor. If he didn't start his own company as it was, he would be troubled later.



It seems that many merchants who are keen on business opportunities came to Ohana Bookstore and Millers to negotiate. The strategy is to surround the promotion, distribution, sales, etc. with "Kobashigawa Shokai" so as not to be deprived of profits.



Although he is good at sales and planning sales, he cannot manage or manage at all. I'm really bad at clerical work. The chairman was me, and the vice-chairman was left to Usax and Claris, and the other members were given appropriate positions.



I have to create the second issue of the magazine, I want to tie up with other stores, and I want to make special features on cosmetics, makeup, and hairstyles anyway. For the time being, it's like "Kobashigawa Shokai," which supports Millers, which focuses on magazine planning.

The self-proclaimed ikemen elite Kobashigawa set out to Roppongi on a beautiful Friday and drank until he became drunk. He got a woman he hit on and triumphantly called a taxi to ride, but he ran wildly and was met with a traffic accident. When he woke up, he had slept in a British styled hospital room that he had never seen before. Then, he screamed when looked at the mirror. What was reflected in the mirror was not the beautiful muscle that was forged at the gym, but a girl named Ellie who was extremely ugly, fat and face full of acne. While Kobashigawa suffered from being fat and ugly, he learned about the tough circumstances of Ellie who had lost something important and decided to freely used his experiences–dieting, fashion, business activities, adventure–to live as he desired.
A perfectionist ikemen who reincarnated as a fat ugly girl makes a great effort to become a beautiful person, open up a huge margin in terms of school grades, and rise up in the world with the business powers that he exhibited. A Cinderella success story.


P.S. It is google translated.
If I have some spare time ill try editing it a little.
I don't own this, the purpose of this is only for fun.

There were several topics of concern for me as I checked some information in the magical archives before moving to the Law and Records section for some facts and numbers. 

My assigned quest was just not to spy on the conference but to figure out what exactly was plaguing Gaellia to warrant an AI partner that claims the world needed to be "saved." Any number of threats can wreak havoc on a world: socio-political, agriculturally, natural disasters, man-made disasters, et cetera.

What was definite, at this moment, was that the crops were at an all-time high and so were the attacks from monsters. 

Pausing once I found the records I was looking for, I checked my HUD. For the first time, I voluntarily focused on the little scroll on the lower-left corner of my vision to open up the Quest menu. 

It unscrolled smoothly before the window took up half my vision, translucency preventing the menu from blinding me. Thankfully, 37 also figured out how to use sprites, colors, and templates because the menu was a nice soothing forest-green hue instead of acid-green.

<Main Quest | Side Missions>
<‣Find out what is happening on Gaellia.>
<↳Listen to the discussions happening in the Emergency Conference. ☐>
<✓ Sneak into the meeting hall.>
<✓ Spy on meeting without being discovered.>
<↳Talk with Program A-42 and Partner. ⌧>
<✓ Meet with them.>
<✘ Talk.>
<✘ Negotiate.>
<New!↳Research effects of Gaellian Mana-Flow.>
<New!↳Research potential consequences of political unrest from missing dignitaries.>

37 seemed to have revised the Quest log based on how I was going about completing the quest. 

Focusing on the Side Missions tab, I saw a new list with the usual dailies and chores (and random hunting tasks) that I was sure was created by 37's sensors; some of them were so typically RPGesque it wasn't even funny.

Closing the menu, I looked over the yield records of crops over the decades to check for any suspicious numbers and patterns. Mentally noting significant years, I returned the records back to where they belonged before searching out Elin.

I could, of course, look for monster activity through history books. But why do so when Elin had the entire history section memorized in that brain of hers?

"Good evening, Nori," Elin greeted when I found her. She wasn't wearing her cotton gloves, suggesting she was probably done with work for the evening. The young woman adjusted her glasses before gesturing for me to follow. "I was just heading home. I suppose you're going to hole up in this building again?"

"Yep! See, I got distracted by the local discussions happening and got curious about why there is an emergency conference," I readily admitted to the shorter bookworm. "I wanted to ask you a question about it, actually. Questions."

"You and everyone else," was her wry comment as she opened a storage closet and pulled out a short cape and a leather suitcase. Elin shoved the bag toward me and I obligingly became her temporary luggage rack as she pulled on the navy cape and donned a pair of feminine ash-blue suede gloves that matched her bow. "What did you want to ask?"

Listing the dates I recalled, I then asked, "Were there some increases in injuries and deaths in those years? Or mentions of increased activity with predators and attacks on humans or farm animals?"

Elin paused in smoothing down her shirt back to its pristine state. Hazel eyes locked with mine with a bit of surprise coloring her gaze. "Well. I suppose you wouldn't be bad at research; that is more specific than others had asked so early on."

I just smiled in reply. Not like being able to read at nearly two thousand words per minute should be wasted. And that was with full comprehension. My speedreading was only hampered by the turning of pages now.

The numbers 37 calculated for me (when I was bored one day) were kind of crazy but I'm not really complaining. I like to read. The only downside is that I've now officially run out of information to inhale.

The girl took back her briefcase and started heading out of the building; I followed along as she replied.

"There were increases of beasts being infected by Mana Madness in those years, yes. The worst of the years you listed was the one 315 years ago, where a dragon ran rampant along the northern coast of Westria and glassed the area. Only Magdalene the Valiant was able to stop him but perished in doing so. It was a major loss of a heroine for Gaellia; Magdalene was one of the founding members of Crown City."

'Wasn't Magdalene the Valiant a dragoon?'

[Yes.]

Okay, that was odd. What were the chances of that rampaging dragon being her partner—and this wasn't relevant at the moment. Another time.

Focusing back on the immediate information, I tried to think of any pattern that might cause the planet's Mana Flow to fluctuate and was unsuccessful. 

"You mentioned questions?" Elin voiced as we stopped at the entrance of the Library. She was pulling on the hood of her cape in her usual meticulous way.

"Well, I was trying to figure out if the fluctuations of the Mana Flow of the planet was a natural phenomenon since it is undoubtedly the increase in mana within the atmosphere that caused crops and plants to thrive along with an increase of susceptibility to Mana Madness by creatures. Can you think of any other natural disaster that might coincide with the increase in mana?"

She pursed her lips. "Usually, small earthquakes and general overactive tremors from the ground precipitates the mana veins leaking into the atmosphere. The confusion of the current situation is that all the signs were missing other than the higher yields of crops and increase in monster activity which could have been put to other reasons."

About to ask another question, I sensed something wrong and changed my words at the last second. Smiling, I waved, "Thanks, Elin. Hope you enjoy your rest."

Elin looked down her nose at me and sniffed. "You tell me that when you should follow your own advice. See you tomorrow."

"Bye-bye!" I singsonged cheekily until she was a distance away, before I turned back into the building.

'Thirty-Seven, what's wrong?'

His distress had bled through, causing my mild alarm.

[I… wasn't sure at first but I just ran another comprehensive scan on my radar. 42's signal disappeared.]

I lifted my head, suddenly alert. 'Disappeared?'

Recalling the other program and partner, I visualized the Harajuku lolita-wannabe. Nineteen years old, maybe five-feet-four-inches tall, wearing a pastel pink and blue frilly lolita dress with flower-print mary janes. Her hair was curled and looked like croissants with the light-brown color, topped with a giant bow. 

The only thing of significance that I noticed when I <Scanned> her was the parasol she carried. It was a growing weapon that absorbed the user's energy with pretty good perks. I figured Miss Princess Syndrome Partner was so egotistic because of said weapon in her hands.

Considering it was getting rather late into the night… 'What exactly did you sense?'

[Before her signal disappeared, she was meeting with another program and partner. The other pair seemed to fade away before 42… simply… cut off from my sensors.]

I glanced around me and made a bee-line to a window, thankful I was walking a hall with access to some. I left the building and flipped onto the roof before I slowly walked back and forth along the rooftop.

I had a bad feeling about this.

Yo. Name's Nori. I'm just an ordinary twenty-year-old university student—really—that woke up transported to this world called Gaellia one day. On my first day, I find myself thrown in jail and met my partner that will travel with me: an AI that I have a telepathic bond with.

[Nori, there are monsters attacking the city.]

Not my problem.

"Big Sis! I bought this dress for you!"

"Bro! Let's head to the gate to see who would get a higher kill count!"

[Nori, if you do this mission, you can read 50,000 words of a new title—]

Ah! Alright already, I get it!


**On hiatus for volume compilation**
***Volume Two being roughed out***
{Note: Written in 1st Person POV. Nori is nonbinary. Romance-free for Nori but lots of misunderstandings happen.}

The bell rang dismissing classes for lunch; it woke up Tirza who had been sleeping peacefully and she began to wail. "Poppy! No woud!" Snape was instantly at her side and lifted her from the playpen. "Hush, its okay, daddy's here." Still holding Molly, Tirza cuddled against Snape's chest. "Are you hungry princess?" Tirza nodded enthusiastically. "Ungee! Baby ungee peez!" Snape kissed her head and they left the classroom. Tirza struggled against him and Snape finally set her down and took her hand. Holding Molly by the hair, Tirza toddled along slowly beside him. "It will take us an hour to get there if you don't let me carry you," Snape told her. "No warry," Tirza replied stubbornly. "Professor!" someone shouted behind them. Snape and Tirza both turned to see Draco hurry towards them. "Ducky!" Tirza shouted happily. Snape chuckled as Draco rolled his eyes at his new nickname. "Can I hold her Professor?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Why are suddenly so kind towards my daughter Mr. Malfoy?" Draco shrugged. "Look at her; she's... cute!" Tirza started wiggling and trying to pull her hand free from Snape's. "Ducky warry! Peez!" "Is it alright Professor?" Snape nodded and Draco picked up the wiggling little girl. "Tis Mowy," she said, holding the lion out towards him. "I would refuse if I were you Mr. Malfoy, she's been drooling all over that thing," Snape warned. "No," Draco told her. Tirza wrinkled her little face into a nasty scowl. "Tis Mowy!" she ordered. "Baby kiss Molly," Snape told her. Instantly the scowl was gone, replaced by a smile and Tirza slobbered on the lion's face again. "Cute dress kid," Draco told her as they continued down the hallway. "Baby pwitty," she replied, nodding her head. Even with Tirza being carried, they arrived in the Great Hall as everyone else was already sitting. By now most of the school knew of what happened to Tirza and nearly everyone waved at the adorable little girl. Tirza happily waved back, smacking Draco's face several times in her excitement. "Come on princess, let's go eat," Snape said as he took Tirza from Draco. "Bye ducky!" Tirza yelled loudly. Everyone laughed and pointed at Draco; he cringed. Now everyone would probably start calling him ducky!
"My my, aren't we a fancy baby?" McGonagall greeted Snape and Tirza as they approached the table. "Hello to you as well Minerva," Snape said. "Oh Severus! She's just so very sweet that she completely outshines you!" Snape rolled his eyes. "I need some sort of chair for her to sit in, would you hold her for a moment?" McGonagall nodded and Tirza happily went to her. "You look so pretty, honey, do you know that?" Tirza giggled and pointed to her dress. "Pwintis." McGonagall kissed Tirza's cheek. "Yes you are, you sweet little thing." Tirza leaned over and spotted Dumbledore. "Tanta! Tanta!" She dropped Molly and held her arms out to Albus. The kind old wizard happily took the little baby and sat her on his lap. "Ooh (you) tanta! Tanta pretin (present)?" Albus had no trouble understanding her and nodded. "Just a moment darling and you shall have a present." Tirza clapped her hands and bounced on his lap. Albus took his napkin and folded it into a circle. He took out his wand and Tirza watched him, her dark eyes growing wide. He said a spell and the napkin circle was turned into a glittery pink bracelet; he gently slipped it onto her tiny wrist. Tirza stared at it for a moment, then touched it and giggled! She leaned up and wrapped her arms around Albus' neck and gave him a slobbery kiss. "Tayooh Tanta!" "May I hold you dear?" Sybill Trelawney asked. Tirza peeked around Dumbledore and stared at her. Tirza wrinkled her nose, pointed at Sybill and spit. "NO!" she shouted. Sybill was very insulted and turned away. Flitwick approached Tirza. "How about me? Can I hold you?" Tirza looked at Flitwick's long beard and than at Dumbledore's. "Tanta?" she pointed to Dumbledore. "Tanta?" she pointed to Flitwick. "Pretin tanta?" Flitwick smiled and gathered Tirza in his arms. "Of course you will get another present; pretty little girls must always have many presents." Tirza giggled. Within moments, a napkin was turned into a glittery gold crown that perfectly accented Tirza's dark curls. (Okay people, what is Flitwick's first name? Has it even been mentioned in the books? LOL, so I'm probably idiotic, but forgive me! Have pity on my poor brain!) Just then Hagrid entered the Great Hall and Tirza watched him with wide eyes. "'Cuse me headmaster, had me some trouble with a few of the blast end skrewts (did I spell that right?)." Albus nodded. "Of course; have you met out guest of honor?" Hagrid looked toward Tirza, who was attempting to tell Flitwick to give Molly a crown as well. "Well, if'n it ain't a little princess," Hagrid said, smiling at Tirza. Tirza wrinkled her nose at him for a moment. "Yient! Fee tie ooh tum!" she announced happily. "Ain't you a bright one! Bet you'd like ter come and see me animals?" Tirza's face lit up. "Yamimals?"

"No, she would not," Severus said, coming up behind them. "She will not be playing with any of your animals Hagrid; she'll be staying with me so I can keep an eye on her." He turned to Flitwick, who handed Tirza back to him. "Time to eat now princess." Dumbledore chuckled. "Princess," he said under his breath. Snape noticed the bracelet and crown. "Where did those come from?" Tirza giggled and pointed at Dumbledore. "Tantas!" Snape looked confused. "She thinks Flitwick and I are Santa Clauses; of course we could not disappoint the sweet thing, so we gave her some presents," Dumbledore explained. A house elf suddenly appeared beside Snape. "Kind and wise Dumbledore tell us special food for little missy," the elf explained. "Where little missy?" Snape pointed to Tirza. "Oh, little missy is VERY little missy!" The elf handed the plate to Snape and left. Tirza was now settled into a chair whose arms wrapped around the little girl, gently holding her and the chair was scooted up to the table to serve as a tray. Snape looked over the contents of the plate; peas, a slice of bread cut into tiny pieces, chocolate pudding, and a piece of meat cut very tiny. He nodded, thinking the food would be just fine, and placed the plate in front of her. Tirza looked skeptically at the things on her plate and than looked at Snape, who was eating his own meal, not paying much attention to her. She gingerly picked up a piece of bread and put it in her mouth; she decided that was good and turned to pick up a pea. Tirza's little button nose wrinkled in disgust and she took the pea out of her mouth and set it back on the plate. The meat received the same reaction, but the chocolate pudding passed with flying colors. Tirza stuck her hand in the pudding, than pulled it out and began licking it. After carefully licking her hand, she took another bit of bread. Bread of course is not nearly as exciting as chocolate pudding, so she turned her attention back to that, once again putting her hand in it. McGonagall laughed and nudged Snape. "Look," she told him. Snape looked at his daughter licking pudding form her hand and shook his head. "Tirza, do not do that!" he scolded.

Tirza did not like to be scolded and felt that she could eat her pudding any way she wanted! After all, wasn't she a princess? She stuck her tongue out at Snape and threw a piece of meat at him. "Tirza Jade, you stop that!" She ignored him and turned back to licking her hand; Snape shook his head and decided she really wasn't hurting anyone so he might as well let her be. The pudding soon was gone; a majority of it made it inside her mouth, but some ended up smeared all over her face as well as the table cloth. Tirza looked at the food left on her plate and giggled. She grabbed as many peas as her tiny hands could and began smearing them on the table cloth. She giggled at the "paint" and used her finger to draw in the mess of peas and pudding. After creating a masterpiece she reached for more peas and this time threw them at Snape, giggling. They didn't go as far as she hoped and she angrily threw her plate at him, which went much farther and smacked Snape's head. "Bloody hell!" he swore loudly. Tirza giggled. "Wody hell!" she repeated. Snape rolled his eyes. 'Probably how it all started the first time,' he though. "Wody hell!" she yelled and giggled. "Wody hell!" "I've created a monster," Snape moaned to McGonagall. McGonagall could only laugh at the chocolate and green mess that covered Tirza as well as part of the table. "Tirza, you will not throw food!" Snape scolded. She scowled at him and threw a nearby piece of bread at him. "Wody hell!" she shouted triumphantly. "I mean it young lady," Snape said, his temper rising. She continued to fling bread slices at him and the rest of the staff offered absolutely no help; they were enjoying it too much to be of help! Tirza giggled at the scowl on Snape's face. Snape was not amused and grabbed both her hands and looked her in the eye. "Tirza Jade Snape, no throwing food!" he shouted. "Wody hell! Tupid poppy!" she yelled, a scowl matching his own on her face. "Tupid poppy!" Snape was speechless for a moment; had she really just called him stupid? In front of the whole school? "Tupid tupid tupid wody hell!" she repeated. Snape said the spell to release the chairs arms form holding her and grabbed Tirza. "Lunch is over young lady!" She started kicking and screaming as he carried her towards the door of the Great Hall. Snape carried her kicking and screaming all the way to his chambers.

Snape was in the bathroom, the water running, attempting to wash Tirza's face when there was a knock on the door. Not in the mood and rather busy at the moment to get up and open the door, he called for the person to come in. Tirza continued to scream as he tried to wash her little face. "Almost sounds like you're murdering her Professor." Snape looked behind him and saw Hermione. "Miss Granger, what is it you need?" She shook her head. "Tirza dropped her lion and I thought she might want it." Tirza continued to wiggle and scream and Snape was getting another headache. "Um would you like some help?" Hermione asked. Snape nodded and handed the messy baby to her. Hermione sat down and took the washcloth from Snape and gently pulled Tirza onto her lap. "This is the way we wash our face, wash our face, wash our face," Hermione sang softly. She alternated gently wiping Tirza's little face and tickling her tummy. Snape watched the whole procedure wondering why Tirza would sit still and be quiet for her and not for him. Several minutes later, Tirza's face was clean; Hermione kissed her clean cheek and stood up. "She needs to be changed," she told Snape. "I know, I'll go get another outfit." Hermione shook her head. "Not just that, her nappy needs to be changed." Snape cringed and Hermione laughed. "You touch leeches and dead spiders; a nappy isn't bad compared to that." Snape highly doubted it; he carried Tirza into her room and wondered what to do next. "You've never changed a nappy, have you?" "Aren't you a bright one," Snape sneered. Hermione ignored his comment; even if he was nasty and deserved to have a big messy nappy; Hermione cared about Tirza and wouldn't let Snape's uncertainty make her miserable. "Here, I'll show you," Hermione said. Snape handed Tirza to her. "I'll need another nappy, a pin, a cloth and several wipes," she instructed. Snape nodded and found the requested items. Hermione spread the old towel he had given her on the floor and laid Tirza on top of it. Within minutes, Tirza's messy nappy had been replaced by a fresh one that Hermione pinned securely with a large safety pin. Snape had watched the process with a look of sheer horror on his face. "That is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. I cannot believe a person has to do that." Hermione laughed. "You get used to it eventually. Anyways, I am going to wash my hands and than go to my next class." Snape nodded. "Thank you for your help," he choked out. Hermione nodded and headed for the bathroom. Snape looked at Tirza, who was now sitting up in her messy dress. "You certainly had fun, I'm sure." Tirza giggled and Snape began to unbutton her dress. "I feel bad for the house elf that has to clean that," he said as he threw it into the hamper. Tirza now sat on his lap in nothing but a nappy, smiling at him. Snape smiled back; he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so young or so happy. It surprised him the way he was actually enjoying two-year-old Tirza. 'How unfortunate it that it has to wear off,' he thought.

Tirza was once again sitting in her playpen in Snape's classroom. The students were diligently working on their studies and her father was sitting at his desk, correcting papers as usual. Now clad in a blue sundress that featured a large image of Tigger and Pooh on the front and a white sweater to keep her warm; Tirza picked up the blue crayon. "Boo," she said to herself. She looked at the crayon and than at her dress, her little mind registering the fact that they were the same color. "Poppy ook!" Snape glanced over in her direction. Tirza held up a blue crayon. "Boo!" she announced, than pointed to her dress. "Boo!" Snape smiled. "Yes, your crayon and your dress are both blue; what a smart baby!" Tirza giggled and turned her attention to her coloring book, attacking it once again. She happily scribbled a page with the blue crayon and grabbed the yellow one next, adding even more scribbles to the page. "Pwitty," she announced. Tirza ripped the page out of her book and picked the green crayon and attacked the next page. Snape was relieved that for the moment she seemed occupied; she was fun, but she was a lot a lot of work! He kept his attention on grading as Tirza continued to attack pages and than rip them from the book. After scribbling and tearing out nearly ten pages, Tirza was bored with her Winnie the Pooh coloring book. Her dark eyes caught sight of the rows of books on the shelves next to her playpen, her curiosity peaked. Standing in the playpen on her little tip toes; she stretched her chubby little arms towards the bookcase and grabbed the first book that she could reach. She giggled and let the book fall inside her playpen and reached for another, and another, and another. After four books fell into her playpen, Tirza sat back down and struggled to pull the first heavy book over to her. She opened the hard cover and carelessly pushed the pages; several pages were smudged, bent or ripped by the time she stopped. She grabbed her green crayon and began to draw on the page; sure the book had no pictures, but that didn't matter because she could add her own! When finished with that page, she ripped it out as she had done with the others and turned to another, choosing the pink crayon. This time she left the page in the book and attacked another with the gold crayon, giggling all the while. Snape continued to pay attention to his papers, completely oblivious that Tirza was coloring and ripping pages from his precious potion books.

Tirza was on the third book before anyone noticed that she was no longer playing with her coloring book. "Um Professor?" a first year Ravenclaw said, raising her hand. Snape looked up and the girl continued. "I think the baby's coloring in your books." Snape quickly strode to Tirza's playpen; sure enough colored pages of potion books were strewn around the playpen. Snape stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, trying VERY hard to control himself. He loved his books; they were almost as precious to him as his cauldrons! "Poppy," Tirza said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Tirza held out a page about truth potions that was now decorated in black crayon. Snape grabbed the page from her and gathered her crayons and any pages in the playpen. "My books, ruined," he moaned. Most of the students rolled their eyes; to them, the books were just books. "You do NOT PLAY with my BOOKS!" he shouted. Tirza's lower lip began to quiver and her eyes welled up with tears and she began to cry. The girls in the class shot nasty looks at Snape behind his back; it was bad enough that he was mean to them, let alone a little baby! Tirza curled into a ball and sobbed; all of Snape's anger and frustration melted away at her heart wrenching sobs. After all, they were just books. She struggled as he lifted her out of the playpen, slapping at him with little balled up fists. He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. "Ooh mwean! Ooh woud," she sobbed into his shoulder. Snape sat at his desk and kissed her head. "I'm sorry I was loud sweetheart." She looked up at him, tears running down her face. "Baby tupid?" she asked. He gently wiped her face and kissed her cheek. "No, baby is not stupid. It is bad though to ruin daddy's books." Tirza looked very confused. "Baby bad?" she started to cry again and Snape tried to think of a better way to explain it. He tipped her chin up and wiped her face again. "You're a good girl Tirza, but no books, alright?" She stopped crying and wiped her nose on Snape's robe; he inwardly grimaced but said nothing. "Pway dig tooks?" she innocently asked. Snape shook his head. "No, no books." Tirza nodded. "Dood baby?" Snape hugged her tight. "Yes, you are a good baby." Tirza wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Wuv ooh poppy," she told him. Snape smiled and cuddled her close. "I love you too."

adult coloring pages to print novel

Daddy's Little Extra(BakugoxFemReader)

大时代之巅

Black print

Creating The Manga Of Naruto On Naruto World Become My Ultimate Goal!

Comic System in Naruto's World

Hollywood RE:CODED

A New Life Blessed By A Star

Fatty Fugly, but Ellie Golden Is a Gorgeous Lady All the Same!

Diavazo Logs: Motivating a Bookworm Protagonist

Daddy's Little Gryffindor by tirzasnape

People search adult coloring pages to print also like: