Onii-chan meets a brown boy

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childhood
028. Onii-chan meets a brown boy

 It was the time when I was relaxing in the rest of my rest time.

 I heard it when Agnès and Finn went fishing again and I was lying under the parasol by myself.

"... whistle?"

 From somewhere, riding the wind, I hear the sound of a whistle.

 No, it's not a simple sound, it's a melody.

 Someone is playing music on a flute.

 A gentle melody that makes you feel nostalgic.

 Where did you come from...?

 Before I knew it, I was wandering around the sandy beach looking for the source of the sound.

 As you approach the sea, you will discover a place that looks like a small cove.

 Apparently, the sound seems to be coming from that direction.



 Intrigued somehow, I stepped into the cove.

 This melody was somehow familiar.

 Proceed with caution through rocky coves that look like overhangs.

 Be careful as it can be slippery in some places.

 As it progressed slowly, the song eventually broke off.

 Maybe I'll go home.

 It was the moment when I thought I had to hurry up and sped up my pace a little.

 Sandals slipped on the wet ground.

"Wow!?"

 Moss! !

 The next moment I thought, someone pulled my arm strongly.

"Are you okay?"

 raise your gaze.

 Whoa, handsome boy.

 You must be about the same age as me.

 A boy with brown skin and black hair, dressed in something like an ethnic national costume.

 obviously not from here.

 No, I have a feeling about this look.

 It has the same characteristics as the people in the foreigner town.

 Like a saffron. Originally, they should have been a people of the desert region in the southern continent.

"Ah, thank you very much."

"No, I'm glad you didn't get hurt."

 The boy, who loosened his mouth, smiled mysteriously.

"I can't stand it when I see a cute girl like you getting hurt."

"Eh, well..."

 The boy gently grabs my hand that I pulled up with both hands.

 Hmm, apparently, you have a pretty picky personality?

 In terms of age, it's okay to say that he's still a kid, but what a shame.

 No, I think that's good...

 My gaze was focused on the flute hanging from his waist.

 It looks like a flute, but it is slightly larger and has something like a feather on the tip.

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