When I can't run yet:
Why do I have to hide under the covers?
I already know that I am Tang Monk Meat, a quilt or a nest. They are tired of being given such a sacred function all the time, okay?
After I was able to run:
Cat Brother: Brother... Run slower... My sister and I want to vomit...
Me: I can't help it. I don't know how to do magic at this time. Do you want to die? I don't want to. Hold on tight.
Me: Also, I am the eldest sister, not the brother.
Cat Brother Cat Girl: Okay brother, yes brother!
After my thighs got thicker:
Cannon fodder of various factions: Monster! Take your life!
Cat Brother Cat Girl: Woo-(whistle), bro! Don't be timid, just do it!
Me: Huh? The direction is wrong. Shouldn't I be at the peak of my life by now? !
Mission: Forge ahead courageously and with a sense of social responsibility
