I Was Reincarnated in a Slice-of-life Yuri manga. Beautiful.

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~Silvia's POV~

Tell me, how many times have you read or watched anything that started with the main characters being lost or not knowing where they are going?

Because I'm a hypocrite and I hate those scenarios.

--Yet here I am being lost.

What fucking town doesn't have a guard post to help people? Oh, yeah. Fantasy.

The main character isn't supposed to ask for directions!

This shitty day.

Do you know what logic is?!

So either way, here I am, looking like a suspicious person wandering around the busy streets of the town with a frustrated face, a mess of a hair, and clothing drenching in sweat. I must look like some kind of lost hobo. 

The katana I brought along behind my waist, certainly does not make my situation any better. In fact, most certainly doesn't look dangerous. Please note the sarcasm.

Haa~ where the hell is kaasan? That old hag most certainly forgot about me.

Thinking about it, that woman is practically an intentional airhead. She won't care as long as it doesn't bother her but blows up when someone or something is starting to irritate her.

So I'm practically not bothering her right now?

Honestly, I have no clue anymore.

While I was aimlessly wandering around town, under the hot sun, looking like a natural calamity has passed by me, I encountered a small orphanage. Children were dressed modestly with smiley faces while running around the building.

This isn't your typical this-orphanage-is-suffering cliché, the time that I live in definitely is peaceful by the looks of it.

That's good to know.

I don't want my family to be exposed to any danger because of some stupid reason such as inheritance battles or criminal activities targeting our wealth. No, rather than that, I could only hope my family isn't the one participating in those criminal activities.

". . ." 

". . ."

Kana-kaasan definitely has. 

While I was standing around like a suspicious moron, a kid from the orphanage suddenly noticed me looking at them and with a beaming cheerful smile, ran towards me.

"Ah! The onee-san right there is carrying a sword!" He pointed at me, catching everyone's attention.

Where is the caretaker?

I absolutely am not good with kids.

The moment the kid shouted, every single one of the kids ran to me and started asking me questions such as "Where did you get the sword?" "Are you a swordsman, lady?" Or saying "That's so cool!"

I can't blame them, I only started to learn about how to use a sword because it seemed cool. Nevertheless, I could only smile wryly as they tug my yukata trying to get answers from me.

"Haa~ hai, hai. Stop pulling me. I'm going to show you something," hearing my stern and dead-like voice, the children backed away and stared at me with sparkling eyes.

No. Don't give me those eyes. I'm not a softy.

Sighing once again, I took ten steps back and grabbed a stick on the floor. Throwing it up, I prepared myself to draw my sword on the back of my waist. Sasuke style.

As soon as the stick entered my view, I swung my sword in a flash and returned it in an instant. Immediately after the stick hit the ground, it divided itself into three evenly separated segments.

""""Ohhhhh~!!""""

Okay, being praised is quite nice. I could get used to this.

Though I did want to be praised, I didn't want to be stuck with kids all day--

--and unfortunately, I did.

Kaasan found me an hour before sunset.

Her silence is scary.

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