Disclaimer: In reality, you can’t just casually obtain citizenship like this. Please understand this is purely fictional.
This story includes some events that happen after the summer, chronologically speaking. I underwent a detailed genetic test at a specialized institution and was medically verified as a biological relative of Tachibana Tsukasa.
Before that, the fabricated story that I was “Tachibana Tsukasa’s secret child” started to gain credibility.
We also had to cook up various details so that if anyone asked, we’d have answers ready:
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About 15 years ago, while working in a conflict zone, my dad spent a night with a local woman (consensual). He used a condom, but it might’ve been low quality or had a hole in it—she ended up pregnant. His colleagues also testified that Dad was a playboy in his younger days and often slept with local women, so the story was plausible.
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And so, I—Yuri—was born.
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However, the woman realized she was pregnant only after Dad had already left. Not wanting acknowledgment from him anyway, she decided to raise Yuri on her own.
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Regarding my registration, she avoided reporting the birth due to fear of taxation, so Yuri grew up without a nationality.
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Eventually, the woman died in a conflict. All I had was an old photo and the name “Tachibana Tsukasa,” which my mother had told me belonged to my father—but I didn’t know who or where he was.
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On top of that, the trauma of her death and nearly starving to death left me with memory loss, aside from vague recollections of my time with my mother.
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Later, Dad happened to return to the conflict area and met me by chance. Upon learning I might be his daughter, he decided to take me in under the pretense of protecting a war orphan.
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At the same time, he submitted a refugee application.
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He also initiated a paternity test.
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The test results showed enough genetic similarity to conclude I was Tachibana Tsukasa’s daughter.
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So, he decided to take responsibility as my father and began the process of applying for Japanese citizenship for me.
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To live in Japan, my name was changed to Tachibana Yuri.
That’s the gist of it.
We had a bit of a dispute over my age. Based on my physical traits, my body was estimated to be around 11 to 13 years old. But if we went with that, I would officially become younger than Hina, making me her little sister.
"Why the hell do I have to be your little sister!?"
"Why not? Come on, Yu-chan, that means from now on you have to call me Hina-nee, okay?"
"I mean, if we go by physical age, you’d have to start over from middle school, right? That’s kinda rough."
"You were supposed to graduate high school this year anyway. Sending you to middle school now would be too much. If we make you 15, you can restart high school, even if you missed most of it before."
If I’m officially 15 this year, I’ll be in the same grade as Hina…
Actually, I was teleported to another world in June of my first year of high school, so I barely studied at all. If I were even one year older than Hina, I’d have to self-study everything from freshman year onward…
This seemed like the best compromise.
"Even if we’re the same age, I was born in April and you were born in December, so I’m still the older sister! So it’s Hina-nee!"
"Like hell I’m letting you be my big sister!"
"I am! It’s easy!"
""Don’t underestimate big sisters!""
Both Mika-nee and I snapped, dead serious, at Hina’s outrageous claim that being a big sister was “easy.”
"Hina, listen. Being the older sister is hard. I’ve got two younger siblings—I know what I’m talking about."
"Think for a second about how amazing Ryou-nee is, will you? Do you know how much a big sister does to protect her siblings?"
"Oh my, are you two complimenting me? I appreciate it, but flattery won’t get you anything," said Ryou-nee in a delighted tone.
Well, Ryou-nee has basically been the family head since she was in middle school. She’s definitely an impressive person. Hina’s always been the one reaping the benefits, so she probably doesn’t understand how much a big sister really protects her siblings.
While the rest of us were getting worked up, Dad mumbled sadly from the side:
"I’m the father, but apparently the role of family pillar went to the eldest daughter..."
You can’t help it, Dad. You’re barely even home two months out of the whole year.
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