Heaven owes me a little sister!!

Dian's heart immediately tightened. He turned to look and suddenly felt that the world was far too small. He really wanted to step outside and take a deep breath.

Who else could that tall, burly figure standing in the doorway be but the musclebound guy from before? This made no sense. No sense at all! What kind of twisted fate was this? Had the god in charge of destiny in the Pokémon World spent too long in outer space and starved its brain of oxygen?

He immediately turned back and took a careful look at Azisa. Yes, she was a classic beauty. He was sure his tastes were fairly mainstream. But then he looked at the guy in the doorway, all bulging muscles. Were these two really related by blood?!

Serious doubts welled up in Dian's mind, and he gave his thigh a hard pinch. He was so shocked that his legs had gone a little numb.

"Hello, I'm Dian. A Trainer."

Dian put on a cool front and bowed first. As for shaking hands, forget it. The whole point of bowing was to avoid any physical contact.

"You're home early today, big brother."

Azisa gently picked up a wet towel and handed it over. "Wipe yourself off. Look at all that sweat on your forehead."

Dian's heart ached. Damn it... life really wasn't fair. Why were everyone else's little sisters always so gentle? Forget a tsundere or yandere sister—he didn't have so much as the shadow of one.

He silently glanced up at the ceiling, feeling that heaven owed him a gentle, kind, beautiful little sister. Gentle, kind, and beautiful—those were the key points! He could do without one who shattered his entire worldview.

"Dian found Hoppip on the road."

Azisa then poured a glass of water, even touching