The epilogue, or maybe, the punch line of this story.
The next day, when I was roused from bed as usual by my little sisters Karen and Tsukihi, my body felt horribly sluggish. It was an ordeal just forcing myself to sit up, then stand. My joints ached heavily like when you have a high fever. Since there hadn't been any tussle or brawl unlike my time
or Hanekawa's, it couldn't be muscle pain, but at any rate, every step hurt. Walking down the stairs, too, I was afraid I might tumble down them if I didn't pay attention. My mind was clear, and it wasn't flu season, either, so what was going on?
I thought for a bit before an improbable thought crossed my mind.
I made a detour to the bathroom on my way to the kitchen.
In it is a scale.
I got on.
I weigh fifty-five kilograms, by the way.
The scale read a hundred.
"...Hey, hey."
So it's true.
The gods surely are an undiscerning bunch.
AFTERWORD
Firstly this finishes this arc....i know it was a lot shorter than the previous arc...but trust me there are arcs which are longer [one will be 39 chapters]....but i have a confession....that after the next arc [Snail Maimai] i will be going on an Hiatus from Mar 16 2026-Mar 22 2026....i mostly will not write A Tale of Tales....but i plan to write Jason Takes Manhattan
thanks to my Friend/Editor SDK for helping me publish this....Thank you readers..as well stay tuned...i promise it will be good
Thank You
SDK
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