- Emalm

I knock on the door, and the sounds stop.

—Princess, Princess

Princess... —What does that mean?

I question the words coming out of my mouth.

The descendant of Issun-Boushi... I'm the one who mockingly dubbed her a princess.

The door is opened by a girl with long black hair.

She looks nothing like her.

No, the only one I'd call that is that inchling.

Indeed, the one I'm calling for must be her.

I don't know who this "princess" is, but I invite her to have some fun picking persimmons.

I guess I just want to eat persimmons with her.

The branches of the nearby persimmon tree are drooping with fruit, just asking to be eaten.

I climb the tree on my own and start eating the fruit, making clear how tasty they are.

The girl on the ground shamelessly asks me to give her some too

and I jump down, telling her to get some herself if she really wants to.

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