As Long As You're Happy

Under the pressure of the little blond girl, Kashius reluctantly got out of bed.

But, well, a problem soon came up.

"Which one? Little sister, did you wake me up just to do this? And also, are you really sure I can do it?"

Kashius stared darkly at the flour in the washbasin. Beside him were already several basins split cleanly in two.

Depressing.

"Cut the chatter. This counts as damaging private property, so you have to pay compensation. But looking at you, I know you definitely don't have any money, so I'll just add it to the previous amount."

The little blond girl counted the basins split in two, took out a pen and paper from who knew where, and silently added a few strokes to it.

Kashius glanced sideways at it.

Hmm, this girl was pretty good at arithmetic. The thought had only just appeared when Kashius instantly bristled.

Damn it, now's not the time to be praising her!

"And don't call me little sister! Aren't you just a little brat too? What gives you the right to call me that? Believe it or not, I'll pound you."

As she spoke, the little blond girl made a show of raising her sandbag-sized little fist as a threat.

Only, the sight took on a different flavor in Kashius's eyes.

"I... Big Brother here is at least ten-something years older than you, you little brat! But, well, the way this little brat gets angry and threatens people is kind of interesting. I wonder what she'd look like crying."

Kashius was thinking of certain things in an utterly shameless way.

Such an adorable little girl—it really would be a shame if she didn't cry out loud.

But just then, a childish yet cold voice came over.

"The oven is ready. Hurry up on your end too. So slow. What a pain!"

Kashius turned his head and saw a little boy with short black hair cut to his ears, dressed in black children's clothes, leaning against the wooden door. His dark eyes seeped with traces of coldness, and his expression looked as if it rejected people from a thousand miles away.

"No helping it. Someone's efficiency is just far too low. Forget breaking washbasins—he hasn't even kneaded a single piece of dough."

"He's really... too useless."

As the little girl spoke, she didn't forget to shoot Kashius a disdainful look, making Kashius hurriedly lower his head for fear of offending this little auntie again.

"You go out and watch the oven first. I'll get this done as quickly as possible."

The little girl took a washbasin from the side and began kneading the dough inside with Kashius.

"Then hurry up. Also, don't make more trouble for me. It's my turn to clean today, and I hate trouble most of all."

The little boy was just about to leave when his gaze suddenly stopped beside Kashius. After seeing the several basins split in two, his sharp eyes immediately stared straight at Kashius, who had lowered his head and was playing dumb.

"Hmph!"

With a soft snort, the cold little boy left in displeasure.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose. Controlling strength or whatever is seriously too hard, okay!" Kashius muttered under his breath.

"Um, so what should I call you... little sis—"

"Hmm~?!"

Before Kashius could finish, a dissatisfied voice immediately came over, scaring him so badly that he forced his mouth shut.

"Mana. Just call me Mana.

"The one just now is my twin brother. Call him Nasca."

Mana placed the kneaded dough on the chopping board, and her small hands moved nimbly as she began forming the rough shape of a cake.

That serious look made Kashius unable to help taking a few extra glances.

Being able to do this at her age already surpassed the vast majority of her peers.

When Kashius had been this age in his previous life, he might still have been off playing in the mud somewhere.

As if she had noticed Kashius's gaze, Mana's little face flushed somewhat red. She glared fiercely at Kashius several more times and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and knead your dough! If you don't make cakes, how are you going to earn money to pay me back?"

"Waste any more time, and believe it or not, I won't give you dinner tonight."

She suddenly remembered that her own mother had threatened her the same way in the past.

"Don't. Please don't..."

Kashius very shamefully caved. Saiyans weren't afraid of anything—except having their food cut off.

Damn it, I'm a Saiyan!

With one punch, I could beat even a bear to death!

I have a battle power of around 100! Why would I be afraid of some little brat who hasn't even grown all her hair in yet?

This isn't scientific!

This isn't scientific at all!!!

After being oppressed by the little blond loli for an entire morning, Kashius finally received the treatment a savior deserved.

The reason was very simple. The bakery owner who had gone out that morning had returned, and when he saw his daughter Mana treating their "benefactor" like that, he flew into a rage on the spot.

Seeing the little blond loli get scolded, Kashius felt so damn good inside.

However, what shocked Kashius the most was that the bakery owner, without another word, slapped his daughter Mana across the face.

The bakery owner's action left Kashius completely stunned.

When had Mana ever suffered this kind of grievance? In the past, her father had always spoiled her to the skies, so why had he suddenly... Her little mouth instantly flattened, and bead-sized tears began spilling out as if they cost nothing.

When the bakery owner saw it, he did not comfort her, nor did he pay Mana any attention. He took Nasca and went into the back room.

Nasca glanced at his sister and remained silent.

He knew very well why his father had done this...

To protect them.

When Mana saw that her father not only did not come to coax her, but left instead, she cried even harder.

Although Kashius felt great seeing the little loli suffer a setback, when he saw her red, tear-swollen eyes and the red palm print on her little face, he felt terribly guilty.

He even felt incomparably ashamed, ashamed of what he had done.

Mock her? To hell with that.

He was scum, absolute scum!

Besides, the little girl had not done anything wrong. She was so young, yet not only could she make cakes, her technique was that practiced. She was so sensible, but instead of receiving praise, she had been slapped.

Because of him, she had been slapped by the father who had always doted on her most. She had to be feeling terribly hurt inside.

When he had been her age, he had never been anywhere near as sensible as her, knowing how to do housework.

Though she was a bit tsundere, and a bit fierce.

But wasn't that normal too?

For a six- or seven-year-old girl, wasn't being tsundere perfectly normal?

At that thought, Kashius felt even guiltier.

Without hesitation, Kashius picked up the hand towel on the table and walked toward the little loli.

"Um, I'm sorry."

Kashius offered the hand towel in his hand and apologized very sincerely.

However, she clearly did not accept it. Her large eyes, brimming with tears, only glanced at it lightly a few times before she turned her head away, holding back her tears, but definitely not because she had been comforted into stopping.

More likely, she simply did not want Kashius to see her in such a sorry state.

Tsundere, yet with her own pride too.

Only, looking at the way her little mouth flattened as she forced herself to hold it in, it seemed as if she would burst into tears the next moment.

Uh... It's fine, it's fine, expected, expected.

Kashius comforted himself a little in his heart, then his mind spun and he had an idea.

"Um... do you want to soar freely through the sky like a bird?"

Very shamefully, Kashius began committing an act of abduction.

"Soar... fly?" Clearly, this time, the little blond loli reacted.

"Fly? Right, right, right, flying in the sky!" Kashius was slightly stunned, then quickly changed his words.

"How do we fly?"

Mana wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, blinked her watery eyes, and looked at Kashius in some confusion.

OK! The target had successfully grown curious, the target had successfully taken the bait!

Secretly pleased in his heart, Kashius continued, "Of course... like this!"

As he spoke, he scooped up the girl beside him like lightning, stomped both feet heavily on the ground, activated the Flight Technique, and shot into the sky.

"Ahhh!!!!"

This sudden action frightened a certain little loli badly, and she opened her throat to scream.

"It's fine, it's fine. Calm down and look carefully. Aren't we already in the sky?"

Hovering in midair, Kashius held the girl in his arms tightly and comforted her.

After opening her eyes slightly, Mana realized that she really was in the sky now, and could not help feeling a little happy.

"We're actually... actually... we're actually really in the sky!"

"Kashius, haha... Kashius, so you were this amazing, haha~"

Listening to that happy laughter like ringing bells, Kashius, for some reason, also foolishly began laughing along with her.

Controlling his body to turn horizontal, Kashius let Mana sit on his back, while both his hands held on tightly to Mana, afraid she would fall off.

"Hold on tight. We're going to take a spin and feel the wind!"

"Mm-hmm!"

Sensing the girl's little hands clutching tightly at his clothes, Kashius sped up at once, circling the city in lap after lap of rapid flight.

"Whoa... whoa...!"

"Faster, faster, Kashius, fly even faster... haha!"

Listening to that clear, bell-like laughter, perhaps to make up for the guilt in his heart, or perhaps simply to satisfy a child's wish, Kashius increased his flying speed.

"Mana~!" Kashius took the chance to ask.

"Mm~!" the girl answered, waving her delicate little hand.

"I'm really sorry about what happened just now. Because of me, not only did your dad scold you, he even slapped you. I'm sorry!"

"Kashius?!" Mana pondered for a moment, then asked.

"Mm, I'm here."

"Hehe, as long as you take me along whenever you have something fun in the future, I'll forgive you."

Watching the scenery around her race backward, the girl's eyes curved happily into crescent moons.

She really liked this feeling of being blown by the wind.

"Mm, okay."

Securing the girl again with both hands, Kashius prepared to start expanding their range.

Little brat, as if I can't handle you...