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<b>Chapter 43: Folk Tales 5</b>
 
<b>Author: </b><b>citrullus</b>
 
<b>Character cheat sheet. This is mainly for me, and people who took a break from the novel.</b>
<b>Yukiya Kitahara(</b><b>北原雪哉) now (雪耶): The protagonist. A junior high student, 14, and  now a Snow girl. Short black hair, beautiful pale skin.</b>
<b>Syuuji Kitahara(北原修司): Yukiya’s father, and owner of the Snow House.(雪乃亭) Which is located in Hyousei Village(氷清村)</b>
<b>Yukino(</b><b>雪乃): Yukiya’s mother, and is a snow woman/ Yuki Onna.</b>
<b>Hazuki Natsumi(夏美) and Saeki Tomonori(佐伯智則): Yukiya’s friends and classmates.</b>
<b>Hikura Kouko(氷倉凍子). The evil young Yuki Onna. Sharp eyes, and long black hair. </b><b>Reiko is her mom.(冷子)</b>
<b>TN: Mamuni</b>
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<b>Koharu-san would never see that Yukinko ever again. </b>
<b>Still she would wait for her everyday for years.</b>
 
<b>“Regardless, from that point on, things got better and better. After the Snowgirl, the village kids were more sympathetic to me.”</b>
 
<b>Koharu-san seemed to have been feared by the village but not the kids.They wouldn’t bother her or her family if they went into the village anymore.</b>
<b>It must have been lonely. But it was thanks to her Yukinko friend she was able to make friends.</b>
<b>School became a fun place for her to go.</b>
<b>Eventually when she went to junior high school, she got to know her future husband.</b>
 
<b>“That was grandfather. At the time, I never would have imagined he would be my husband, wahaha.”</b>
 
<b>Her laughter echoed throughout the room.</b>
<b>I couldn’t help but smile as well.</b>
 
<b>“I know you Yuki Onnas are no different from us. You guys laugh, you cry, just like everybody else. You guys aren’t terrifying.”</b>
<b>“I-Is that so?”</b>
 
<b>I was very interested in her folktale.</b>
<b>I didn’t know much about the legends of the village. Or even the stories/taboos around a Yuki Onna. I only knew small things from some picture books.</b>
<b>Of course I never thought much of it. And I never imagined I’d become one myself.</b>
 
<b>“Do you think um, I(♂). . .I(♀) would be okay if they discovered me?“</b>
<b>“Don’t worry about it. It’s only people as old as I that know about it. Moreover nobody believes it. Recently, no Yukinkos have come down to play with the village kids in a long time.”</b>
 
<b>I wonder if it was because of the ski resort being built, and the Spas.</b>
<b>Or is it somehow related to the mountain god?</b>
 
<b>But I didn’t imagine I’d hear such a meaningful story today.</b>
<b>Well, time to get back to practicing. . ..</b>
 
<b>“Well, I guess I’ll- – -.”</b>
 
<b>I got up and tried to leave. But Koharu-san made another move.</b>
 
<b>“Yeah, that’s right. Because of that Yukinko, I met my husband. He even believed my story.”</b>
<b>“Oh, is that so?”</b>
 
<b>Well time time to g-.</b>
 
<b>“We had our honeymoon in Kyoto, and for the first time. . .”</b>
<b>“R-Really?”</b>
 
<b>“And when those lights turned off, I hugged that man tightly. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pushed him down on the futon and- – -.”</b>
<b>“U-Uh. . .”</b>
 
<b>. . . .</b>
 
<b>“I was happy when I had a child. . .I thought we’d only have two, but we ended up making seven.”</b>
<b>“Congratulations.”</b>
 
<b>. . .</b>
 
<b>“I remembered when my grandchild came. But now we have over 20 of them. But I still remember their faces.”</b>
<b>(Uuu. . .This has been going on for so long. . .)</b>
 
<b>My legs are getting numb.</b>
 
<b>Two hours later, I was finally released. . .</b>
<b>Leaving out of the door.</b>
 
<b>“Thank you for everything – -.”</b>
<b>“I don’t know when I’ll see you again. Well maybe I’ll find you on my field again. Hahaha.”</b>
<b>“Maybe. Then at that time, please treat me well again.”</b>
 
<b>I looked back several times to the waving old lady. </b>
 
<b>“Haa, what time is it?”</b>
 
<b>I don’t have a clock on me, but the night is creeping in.</b>
<b>Days are shorter around this time of year.</b>
<b>Today’s training was finished.</b>
<b>I hurried down the snowy road to get to my home.</b>
<b>I finally arrived at the entrance of my house.</b>
 
<b>“Ara, Yukiya. You’re late.”</b>
 
<b>I heard the voice from my mother who noticed me come in from the back door.</b>
<b>I could also hear the bustle from here. There were guests still here.</b>
 
<b>“I’m back. . .”</b>
 
<b>I said as I brushed off the snow by the door entrance.</b>
 
<b>“Thank you for your hard work.”</b>
 
<b>I peeked into the guest spot to see my mother in her apron serving customers.</b>
<b>It may be just my imagination. But there are more customers here than average.</b>
 
<b>“Ara, you have a tired face. What happened?”</b>
 
<b>I had little time before being figured out.</b>
<b>As one would expect from my mother.</b>
<b>So I told her what happened.</b>
<b>The long story the old lady told me. And the time she had me.</b>
 
<b>“I was caught up by a grandma who lives in a mountain hut at the entrance to the mountain.”</b>
<b>“Grandma. . .I wonder.”</b>
 
<b>She muttered as she began to clean up.</b>
 
<b>“She was telling me that some time ago, she met a Yukinko and about the adventures they went through. She also treated me to sweets and tea.”</b>
 
<b>My mother froze for a few seconds once she heard that. But then continued to wipe the empty table with a cloth.</b>
 
<b>“Oh, is that right? That’s nice. I wonder if I should go thank her for taking care of you?”</b>
 
<b>While cleaning she said something unexpected.</b>
 
<b>“So, how is she doing alone?”</b>
<b>“Eh? Her waist is bent alot, but her body is in good health. All of her children and grandchildren have gone to live in the city, but she feels comfortable here.”</b>
 
<b>After the death of her husband, who she had been with for many years, the children and grandchildren who lived in the city offered her a place to live. But she refused. She’d preferred to listen to her heart. And choose to live out the remaining days of her life here.</b>
 
<b>While listening to my story, my mother glanced out the window.</b>
 
<b>“I see. . .Good. Koharu-chan, you’re doing well- – -.”</b>
<b>“?”</b>
 
<b>She didn’t move after wiping the table.</b>
<b>She seemed to be engrossed in thought. Then took a little sigh.</b>
 
<b>“All those things we used to do. I wonder if it was a little too early to part. . .”</b>
 
<b>My mother has many things about her that I don’t know.</b>
<b>But even though she met my father. I did find it strange how quickly she adapted to village life.</b>
 
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<b>Well it’s confirmed. It is indeed Yukiya’s mother. But with this the fairy tale arc is over. So I’m going to be gone for alittle doing translation on quad sisters while trying to brush up on my Japanese.</b>
 
<b>So you’ll see the next chapter to this story in a week or so. Not too long. I will be back. </b>
 
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<b>Also thank you very much Clue for your continued support. I’m happy you are enjoying the story so far, or atleast I hope you are.</b>
 
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