Sunday, August 28, 2016

Masou Gakuen H×H Volume 8


‚Captain, it is morning already desu. Please wake up desu.‛

It was a cute voice like a tinkling bell. Invited by that voice, his consciousness was rising to the surface from the bottom of a deep sleep.


After he floated up to the morning awakening as if taking out his face from a water surface, a girl that was like an angel was reflected in his eyes.

‚Ah, you woke up Captain? Good morning desu.‛
Fluffy blonde hair and violet eyes. Her smile that was overflowing with enjoyment and expectation was peering at his face.

‚This place……is it, heaven?‛
‚Captain? What are you talking about desu?‛

His mind couldn’t settle down and various matters that rose inside his head vanished.
‘――It’s like something really serious had happened……something really important…….’

His hazy mind tried to recall the dream he had seen just now. However the more he tried to remember, the memory was only going even farther. He tried to cling at the tip of the concerning dream and closed his eyes once more.

As if to obstruct that, the curtain was opened vigorously. The morning sunlight shone into the room aplenty, causing it to be dazzling even when his eyes were closed. And then as if to give the finishing blow, a small hand shook his body.

‚Geez, Captain is a sleepyhead aren’t you desu. Captain is going to be late if you don’t quickly wake up desu.‛

‚Aah……Sylvia huh.‛
Hida Kizuna woke up from the bed reluctantly.

‚Good morning. Today you are early too.‛
‚Did captain stay up late yesterday desu?‛

‚Yesterday……eh? I wonder about that?‛
Sylvia smiled in amusement at the unclear answer of Kizuna.

‚It’s look like Captain is still not fully awake yet desu. Please wash your face. While Captain is doing that, Sylvia will prepare the breakfast desu.‛

‚I guess. Thank you Sylvia.‛

Now that he woke up it was really nothing. Even the content of the dream that he was strangely bothered with was just a dream anyway. It had already completely vanished from inside Kizuna’s head.

What was called a dream was vivid when it was being seen, but when one woke up it would be completely forgotten soon. Surely it was because the content wasn’t a logical or coherent one, but something nonsensical.

Kizuna washed his face and finished changing his clothes, then he headed to the dining kitchen. There, an appetizing breakfast with rising steam was waiting for him. It was a homemade Britain style breakfast of Sylvia.

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