After Shrinking, the Whole Citadel Treats Me Like a Little One [Yamanbagiri Kunihiro]

Yamanbagiri Kunihiro woke up to find himself shrunk down to a five-year-old child.

Wrapped in an enormous blanket, he stumbled around the courtyard and was found by the morning exerciser, Shokudaikiri.

"Where did this little lord's relative come from?" Shokudaikiri picked up the stiff, miniature Blanket Boy. "You'll catch a cold dressed like this."

The Saniwa gave a grave diagnosis: "His spirit energy is imbalanced, causing his true form to regress."

The citadel fell into chaos:

Hasebe stayed up all night sawing down every threshold;

Kasenkana took care to design a child-sized blanket;

Tsurumaru tried to teach him pranks, only to be stopped on the spot by Yagen.

Yamanbagiri huddled in a corner, struggling to maintain his gloomy persona. "...I'm not a kid."

In the warm afternoon sunlight, his eyelids grew heavy. Through the haze, someone gently picked him up.

He caught a familiar, icy scent. It was Mikazuki. The old man's voice was full of laughter:

"Hahaha, there's no harm in being honest once in a while, little Blanket Boy."

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