Gear Drive

It fits right in your mother's lap.

I'm, uh, smaller for 15.

"Anne, your hair's all screwed up."

Mother strokes her sarcasm

My hair texture is pale gold with my father giving way, and the lines are thin.

The difficulty is that even if you tie it with a ribbon, it will soon fall apart.

"Shall I hang up?"

"What a waste!"

"But I don't know..."

My hair is about to reach my waist or not.

Your mother kept stopping me to get this far, but this could be the limit any longer. We have to keep it short, but we have to keep it long.

"So, my beloved daughter, what kind of magic has it even been?"

"It's not even here!

Why is this the first expression I've ever made?

... but after what we talked about earlier, I can't hide anything.

"... Gear Method"

"" Hagu mahou?

"Generate gear, skills"

"What's that?"

"That sounds interesting."

"Isn't that funny..."

Palms facing up.

From the space above, there is a metal disc.

"Whoa."

"Well."

A little on.

Whirl. Whirl.

It just snapped, and it was awkward.

"Beautiful ~"

"Ha ha! Hey! They're turning around! Wow!"

"More gold metal than that? is mysterious ~"

"It's a pale orange, isn't it?

"Then it's orange gold. You're so cute."

"No, the gears are cute..."

There it is. I can't believe it's so acceptable.

I was worried. I look like a fool.

"Can you get a bunch of these out?

"What do you think?"

Turn your other hand up too.

to uu.

A little on.

Whirl ~.

I got it.

"Ha ha! That's good, my daughter!

"Hey! I'm being silly!

"Oh, now I'm big."

"Eh."

"When Anne screamed, her gear only lasted a moment"

"Can you even change the size?

"Eh."

Shh!

"Whoa, it spread!

"You go around a lot."

I could change my size......

I was depressed and didn't try anything.

Oh, I'm back to my original size.

"Ah, this! I thought I'd seen it somewhere."

My mother suddenly grates me and climbs upstairs to Tokotoko.

If you think you're back after a while, you have a picture book in your hand.

"That's..."

"You would have liked it, the" Sun Witch "picture book"

I miss it. I used to get a good read.

Scratching the story, it's about the Sun Witch taking a journey or somethin 'to help somethin' and all sorts of people and keep the peace with the power of somethin 'and the sun.

"Look, look, this page"

"I see, it does look just like it"

The page my mother opened was the last scene.

This is where the Sun Witch is gathering the power of the Sun in her hands.

There is an illustration of the deformed sun on the painting of a woman who raised one hand. The colour of the illustration, and the snail, are as if they were worn off.

"Wow, you look so much alike."

"Surprisingly, the witch in this book may be a haguruma, not a sun witch!

"What is it?"

"But look, when you line up, you look just like me."

As my father put it, the official title of this picture book is not The Witch of the Sun. This painting was originally analyzed and sold by the Publishing Guild as a painting discovered from a site. It's a famous picture book. The little gear that's twirling in front of you right now and the picture book sun? roughly the same size. Arrangements did resemble each other.

"But I can't do anything with this magic."

"That's not true. They're going to mix eggs and stuff right up."

"Hey!"

"Ha ha! Well, that's half a joke, Antti. I think that magic is in your hands because it's still you."

"Hey, why?"

"No, I can't explain it in detail, but it's still color!

"What color?"

"The color of the gear is reminiscent of your hair and eyes."

"Yeah, that's exactly right."

"Just for that reason..."

"But, you know, that gear that goes around next to you, it's kind of sticking. Sure, that's your power."

Uh-huh. I don't think it's rounded up in some weird direction.

"Besides, Antti. You said you couldn't do anything with this kind of magic, but come here for a second."

"Hmm?

It was the entrance to the store, outside.

Around between sunset and night.

It's a fantastic sight, but people are moving so much before the darkness that's about to come.

"Look at that."

"... you're a child"

I guess I'm just going home. You have a windmill made of straw paper.

Whirl.

"It'll be turning"

"Yeah? Yeah."

That's not the kind of toy.

"Look at that one too."

"Yes."

It's a carriage. It's going to be dark soon, so I think I'm in a bit of a hurry.

The wheels make a kick and go away.

"It'll be turning"

"What? Uh, yes"

"And here it is."

My father pointed to the gear that goes around beside me.

I'm going to go around fine today.

"What do you want to say"

"Hey, Antti."

You don't even act like a dude......

"Look, Antti. The windmill is turning to entertain the child. Carriage wheels are turning to carry people"

…………

"Turning around is supposed to help something. That was a joke earlier, but if you stick this gear in your egg, it'll definitely melt right away. There's got to be a lot we can do."

I know what my father wants to tell you. Sure, it's muscular?

That even with such power, there is a chance that it can help something.

"Dad. I'm glad you said that. I think so. But with this power, I don't think I can keep up with school classes"

"That or since I was 15"

"Yeah. From a class where all students are 15 years old, the classes, mostly practical skills, and seating will be studied individually. I can get a minimum number of graduation credits just for my sitting exams. But I can't go to school or get a magic job."

"Um, Antti. You know, my dad and my mom, they didn't actually put me in school because they wanted me to get better at magic."

"Huh?"

"When we were kids, we didn't have this city yet, and we rarely had kids get together in one place."

"I wanted you to make a lot of friends your age"

…………

I mean friends, rotten edges, evil kids, sexually evil women...

"Ha, I don't know who you think you look like that, but the kid in your class is probably coming to this store to eat. They're nice inside."

"Well, I can't help but hate you, or something like that."

"Antti sounds like she's having fun with everyone."

At the point where we're talking, I don't like it to some extent.

"Well, but, Dad, Mother, I know it's bad for both of us, but I figured I'd already give it to the dining room sign daughter..."

"Well, let's do this, Antti"

"I might be offended if I put it this way, but we don't care about your magic arm. You're a daughter. If you were in the cooking area, you'd be a hundred men!

"If so."

"But, Antti. You can be a billboard girl at any time.

"That's right - so why don't you give it a try?

"Once again?"

"Oh, he's going around beside it, buddy, doing what he can and what he can do."

"Hehe."

Is this it, buddy?

But you are.

Because of that, and just a little bit.

"I get it. Give yourself a moment to test."