164 Oniisan VS Imouto

I stared dumbfoundedly at Hiroto-oniisan who was still keeping his smiling facade. However, when my eyes drifted down to his hand, I could see the protruding veins on his hand and pieces of small woods from the broken chopsticks.

I gulped as I broke out in cold sweat. Kare wa dō yatte hashi o kowashita nodesu ka? Kore wa don'na kyodaina tsuyo-sadesu ka? (º □ º l|l)

(How the hell did he break the chopstick? What kind of monstrous strength is this?)

"Ano...O-Oniisan..." I began to stutter.

"I'm second..." he suddenly muttered, lowering his head. "I'm second."

"Ah?" I was confused. I wasn't able to hear him very clearly. Perhaps, it was because my level of fear had almost touched the limit. Nevertheless, I would get Hiroto-oniisan's permission to date. For now, I had to quell Oniisan's thundering wrath first.

I clenched my fist. 'Hai, daijoubu...I can do this!'