"Ya~ya~"
Behind Zashiki, there are two equally adorable children about a year old, a boy and a girl, crawling on the floor with all their might, closely following Zashiki's footsteps.
The little boy crawls faster, yet occasionally stops, turning his dewy eyes toward the little girl lagging behind, making short "ee ya" sounds.
It's like he's urging, yet also encouraging her.
"You guys, you need to call her Sister Zashiki."
Zashiki turned back, her little face adorned with a satisfied and proud grin, the iconic hair tuft on her head perkily bobbing with her movement.
As she spoke, she puffed out her small chest, seemingly trying to make herself appear more responsible, despite the baby drool quietly soaking the white sleeve of her pure Shiro Muku.
