Kagashi emerged from the bathroom, his hair still wet, feeling much more refreshed.
He was using a towel to dry his hair when a knock suddenly came from the door.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Kagashi was stunned for a moment.
He glanced at the time; it was past ten in the evening.
He walked over and pulled the door open.
Furina was standing at the door.
She was wearing that windbreaker, but it wasn’t zipped up properly.
It was draped loosely over her body, revealing a small section of her fair collarbone.
Her hair was still wet, with water droplets dripping from the tips, soaking a small dark patch onto her clothes.
“What’s wrong?” Kagashi asked.
Furina didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, looking up at him slightly.
Her heterochromatic eyes shimmered with a blurred light under the lamp, as if hiding words she couldn’t speak.
“A comb,” she finally spoke, her voice much softer than usual.
“Lend me a comb.”
Kagashi turned around and took a wooden comb out of a drawer, something he had made in passing using the Construction System.
The teeth were evenly spaced, and it had a good grip.
“Here.”
Furina took the comb.
Her fingers brushed against Kagashi’s fingertips, and she paused for a moment.
She didn’t take the comb away, nor did she let go.
The two of them stood there across the doorframe, fingers touching, the comb suspended in mid-air.
“Anything else?” Kagashi asked.
Furina looked up at him, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.
But in the end, she just shook her head.
She pulled the comb away and turned to leave.
After taking two steps, she stopped again.
“Kagashi.”
“Hmm?”
“Your hair isn’t dry either.” Furina said with her back to him, her voice very soft.
“Dry it before you sleep, or you’ll get a headache.”
After saying that, she walked quickly into the rear carriage.
Kagashi stood at the door, watching her disappear into the corridor.
He closed the door.
Just as he picked up the towel to continue drying his hair, another knock came.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
This time it was a bit more urgent than before.
Kagashi pulled the door open.
Misaka Mikoto was standing at the door.
She had also just showered and was wearing that windbreaker, revealing a section of her fair neck.
“What’s wrong?” Kagashi asked.
Misaka Mikoto didn’t look at him.
Her gaze fell on the wall next to him, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
It was unclear whether it was from the steam of the shower or for some other reason.
“That…” Her fingers clenched and unclenched in her pocket, her voice sounding a bit awkward, “A hairdryer.”
“What?”
“A hairdryer,” Misaka Mikoto repeated.
She finally turned her head to look at him, but her gaze immediately shifted away the moment it met Kagashi’s face.
“If my hair isn’t dry, I can’t sleep.
Do you have one?”
“No,” Kagashi said.
“There aren’t any hairdryers in the Construction System either.”
“Oh.” Misaka Mikoto’s voice dropped, and she turned to leave.
“However,” Kagashi called out to her, “I have towels.
They’re newly made and haven’t been used yet.”
He took a new towel out of the cabinet, which the system had made using hay and the bark of that large tree he had cut down.
Although it wasn’t as soft as a real towel, its water absorption was decent.
Misaka Mikoto took the towel.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the towel, and she stood there for a while without leaving.
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“That…” Misaka Mikoto’s voice was very small, so small it was almost drowned out by the sound of the train wheels.
“What you said earlier, about electricity being very important and all.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve thought about it.” Misaka Mikoto took a deep breath and looked up at him, this time not shifting her gaze away.
“Once my level goes up, I can provide power for the train.
When that time comes, lighting, heating, and equipment operation won’t need to rely on magic.”
“That’s great,” Kagashi said.
“So…”
Misaka Mikoto paused, “Until then, don’t carry everything by yourself.
When I get stronger, I’ll be able to help.”
Kagashi looked at her serious eyes and nodded.
“Okay.”
The corners of Misaka Mikoto’s mouth curled slightly, and then she quickly turned around and walked away at a fast pace.
After walking a few steps, she stopped again.
“Kagashi.”
“Hmm?”
“Goodnight.”
She said the two words very quickly, as if afraid of being overheard.
Kagashi stood at the door, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
He closed the door.
Kagashi just wanted to lie down and rest for a bit.
The knocking sound rang out again.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
This time it was very light, as light as a cat’s paw scratching at the door.
“Is this some kind of team-building exercise?
Coming one by one.”
“Hahahaha.”
Kagashi pulled the door open.
Yoshino was standing at the door.
Her wet, light-blue hair was draped over her shoulders, with water droplets dripping from the tips.
The neckline of the windbreaker was a bit large, revealing a small section of her slender shoulders.
“Brother Kagashi,” Yoshino’s voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of post-shower laziness, “The light in my room…
it seems to be broken.”
“The light is broken?” Kagashi frowned.
“I’ll go take a look.”
He walked out of the Train Conductor’s room and followed Yoshino toward the rear carriage.
Yoshino walked ahead of him, the hem of the windbreaker reaching just to the middle of her thighs.
She likely wasn’t wearing the windbreaker’s matching pants, revealing a section of her fair calves.
After all, they didn’t have any undergarments yet.
Her slippers were woven from hay, making a “rustling” sound as she walked.
Walking to the door of the third compartment, Yoshino pushed it open.
Kagashi walked in and pressed the switch on the wall.
The light turned on.
“It’s not broken,” Kagashi said.
Yoshino stood at the door, hugging Yoshinon, her head lowered and her ears red.
“Then…
then maybe I just pressed it wrong earlier.”
Kagashi looked at her embarrassed state and didn’t expose her.
“If the light breaks again in the future, call me during the day.
Go to sleep early tonight.”
The lights on the train were built-in.
They didn’t actually require things like electricity.
It’s just that the brightness really wasn’t that high.
“Mm~” Yoshino’s voice was as tiny as a mosquito’s buzz.
As Kagashi walked out of the room and passed her, Yoshino suddenly reached out and gently tugged on the corner of his clothes.
Kagashi stopped in his tracks.
“Brother Kagashi,” Yoshino didn’t look up, her voice very small, almost inaudible.
“Thank you for today.
The hot pot was delicious.
The bed is also very comfortable.
And the hot water…
Kagashi was silent for two seconds, then he reached out and gently patted her head.
“Go to sleep early.”
Yoshino’s hand let go of his clothes, and she nodded.
Kagashi walked back to the front carriage.
Just as he reached the middle of the corridor, the door to the fourth compartment opened.
Roxy was standing at the door.
Her hair was loosely tied back with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands hanging by her ears.
“Mr.
Kagashi,” Roxy’s voice was gentle and calm, “The hot water in my room isn’t very hot.
Could you help me take a look?”
Kagashi followed her into the fourth compartment.
The room was very tidy.
The bedding made from system hay was neatly arranged, with a sleeping bag on top.
A wooden cup of water sat on the storage cabinet.
Kagashi walked to the bathroom and reached out to test the water temperature.
It was lukewarm, indeed not very hot.
“It might be because the pipe from the hot water reservoir to your room is quite far,” Kagashi said.
“The hot water cooled down a bit on the way.”
“Is there a way to solve it?” Roxy stood at the bathroom door, the light from her staff illuminating her profile.
“Next time we stop, I’ll look for insulation materials to wrap the pipes,” Kagashi said.
“For now, you can try to shower a bit earlier than the others; the water is hottest right when it first comes out.”
Roxy nodded, the corners of her mouth curving into a gentle arc.
“Okay.”
As Kagashi walked out of the bathroom and passed by her, Roxy spoke softly.
“Mr.
Kagashi.”
Kagashi stopped walking.
“You’ve had a long and tiring day as well.” Roxy turned to look at him, light dancing in her pupils.
“Get some rest early.”
“Yeah.”
Kagashi walked out of the room and back to the front carriage.
He entered the Train Conductor’s room, closed the door, and leaned against the door panel.
He stood there for a while.
Then he smiled.
That towel had given him an inspiration: could he directly use bark and hay to make bedding?
To his surprise, they actually existed.
[Simple Three-Piece Bedding Set (Pillowcase, Sheet, Duvet Cover)]
[Materials: Hay × 10, Bark Fiber × 5]
[Description: Woven from hay and bark.
The texture is coarse but warm.
Comfort is increased by 50% compared to pure hay bedding.]
Kagashi glanced at the warehouse; there was still quite a lot of hay and bark left.
He directly made five sets.
A flash of light-blue light passed, and five sets of neatly folded bedding appeared on the table.
Touching them, they felt much better than expected.
Kagashi picked up four sets of bedding and headed to the rear carriage.
When he delivered them to the four girls, everyone was very happy.
Furina hugged her pillow and wouldn’t let go, while Yoshino directly rolled around on her bed.
The wheels made a “clatter, clatter” sound as the train traveled through the fog.
Kagashi lay down on his bed and closed his eyes.
His hair wasn’t completely dry, but he didn’t want to wipe it anymore.
Yoshino’s light wasn’t broken.
Furina didn’t need to come in person to borrow a comb.
Misaka Mikoto’s hairdryer was just an excuse.
Roxy’s hot water wasn’t something she truly needed him to fix.
After all, on this train, there were only the few of them.
Kagashi rolled over.
The corners of his mouth remained curved up.
Outside the carriage, the fog surged.
Drowsily, the next morning arrived.
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”