Basement Dungeon ~Poor Siblings become the Strongest and Enjoying Exploration~

Chapter 2

“I’m home, I’m back at Haru.” (Young Man)

　I shouted before entering a small tattered house. It is well over 50 years old.

“Hmm? Oh, brother, welcome back.” (Girl)

　Haruka Kizaki, my younger sister, and only family member, welcomed me into the house. She’s cute, smart, and good at sports, but she is a bit shy but she has quite a sharp tongue.

　Oops, I forgot to say that my name is Touka Kizaki. Although my name sounds like a girl’s, I am an ordinary man and the breadwinner of this family. I am neither a handsome man nor a pretty boy, nor am I ugly or talented. [T/N: I’m gonna use the 佳 “Kei” in 冬佳 “Touka’s” name as his nickname for now. Until I find a nickname of his, from other characters besides “Onii” or Brother. BTW I edited Fuyuka to Touka based on some advanced reading.]

　I was just an ordinary everyday male student, who is just a little fond of Aikido. Due to circumstances, I am not a student anymore. I wondered what I was thinking about. I knew I shouldn’t be left alone.

“Oni, what are you upset about? Make me dinner.” (Girl => Haru)

“You are already 16-years-old, you should be able to cook basic meals. You’ve already finished your compulsory education.” (Young Man => Kei)

“I don’t know how. Anyway, I’m quitting school so it doesn’t matter.” (Haru)

　Yes, we live together, and both of us should still be students in terms of our age.

　Haruka quit high school in the first year of high school and I quit in the second year of high school. Without parents, we don’t have any money to go pay for school. It would be normal to have the option of going to school while earning our tuition with a part-time job. However, the tuition fees of my former high school were unexpectedly high. Even if I try to transfer, I can not pay the entrance fee and I cannot even get a scholarship. Since I am not that smart.

　In the first place, I want to save money to even buy study materials. That said, it was a little too early to start looking for a job after what had happened. We fell into this situation about one season ago.

　Our mother died in a car accident last June. Of course, we were sad, but the reason for the accident was that she was drunk and ran into the driveway, I couldn’t blame her. When I think about it, my parents spent very little time at home in the first place, and I don’t know much about them, so I can’t say for sure, but I’m not sure if they raised us with love.

　Basically, we didn’t have either parent at home, so my sister got along well with me despite being in her rebellious period, and my housework skills grew to the point where I might surpass most housewives.

　Both our parents were fairly good earners. Our parents gave me enough money but I wouldn’t have enough money to spend a year on convenience store food. That would have been the case if I was told to manage my own meals on the days when we weren’t there. To be exact, I was given 1,500 yen a day. If it’s a convenience store lunch, it’s just barely enough for breakfast, lunch, and supper. We are in our growth period, so it’s not enough. That’s why we never ate convenience store lunch boxes. [T/N: 100 Yen is approximately 1 USD.]

　We were also given money to buy clothes, and after we saved the money, we were able to pocket the difference. Well, my parents seemed to have found out about it, and they never gave us any money to play with.

　So, I accepted my mother’s death with only a feeling of sadness. I cried, but that was it. My younger sister seemed to have just taken it in stride.

　The problem occurred four months later.

　Our father disappeared in October. The passbook and my mother’s small altar at home are gone, and there is a memo on the table.

“My company is going under and I’m running away. I’m not going to run away with you. If you die, I’ll have a lot of problems with it, so don’t die. Oh, I’ll take the money from the house to spend on our haneymoon. I’ll also take your mother’s tablet with me. Have a good day. ~Dad”

　I knew well that my father was a scumbag. Also, I’ll leave it out that the spelling is different from honeymoon instead its haneymoon, but after that, there were various things I had to do.

　First of all, all furniture other than what we needed to live was sold. Sofas, dishwashers, and TVs. Even if we don’t have a TV, we can find the information on our computer. As for the smartphones, the one used by my sister Haru was canceled and I shared mine with her as the Kizaki family’s cell phone. The refrigerator was also sold. Refrigerators are a necessity, but it is better to sell the existing large refrigerator and buy second-hand small refrigerators for both in terms of the cost of the refrigerator itself and the electricity bill.

　Then we left home. That said, it’s not something that a minor can do alone, but it seems that the documents were prepared before father left the house, and he left them in his bedroom. Unfortunately, we lived in a condominium, not a house, so the contract ended. I am relieved that there was no additional charge because there was nothing broken.

　The place we were going to live was a small house in a remote area that had been used as a warehouse for some time. Inside the house, there was a small, dusty bathroom, a toilet, a kitchen in a narrow hallway, and a living room that had been completely turned into a warehouse. And a small basement. According to what I heard, it was a room where they kept their liquor. Of course, there was no alcohol in there, just a lot of garbage.

　I had to renew a contract for propane gas, electricity, and water, as there was no convenient city gas line.

　I had a courier carry the unsold furniture that was in the condominium, and soon we finished moving safely. Then came the good news. What an idiot my father is. I found 100,000 yen in my father’s bedroom, which he had taken out of the bankbook when he sold the furniture. I’m going to put it to good use.

　We quit high school and moved to the old warehouse in the countryside of Kanagawa Prefecture, taking the money in my bankbook from what we had left from our living expenses, such as food and clothes, which we had accumulated over the years adding it to the 100,000 yen. [T/N: 100k Yen is about 1,000 USD.]

　But what can I say about this former warehouse? It was old. It creaks when you walk around, and the wind blows through the walls. The window was not only broken but also missing. Therefore, I cut out a board that happened to be in the basement with a saw from the toolbox in the living room. Then, I attached it to the window frame using screws. At first, I thought about buying a window, but when I looked it up on the Internet, I found out that windows are much more expensive than I thought.

　I didn’t want to be wasteful and spend a lot of money, so I put up the boards as a last resort. Even though a typhoon would not come, there is a wall of about 2 meters that surrounds a fairly large garden with a window frame blocked with boards. It looked suspicious. Well, the wall is broken here and there, and it’s more of a pitiful situation than a suspicious one.

　Finally, I sold or disposed of most of the large trash in the house, which reduced my money somewhat. Some bulky trash can only be thrown away if you pay for it. The reason for this is that there are not many things that can be sold. So, we took apart the wooden furniture that we couldn’t sell and put them outside in a covered area. The ones that are still usable are repaired and used as they are.

　Remembering such a scene from a long time ago (although it was a few months ago), I fried tofu and bean sprouts with margarine and soy sauce. Today, I have a small amount of white rice that I got from a cheerful lady at my part-time job, so rice is possible. My cheeks relax at this once-a-week luxury. I’m ready to go. The rice should be cooked by now.

“Haru, I appreciate you fixing the house, but the rice is ready, come here.” (Kei)

“Hmm, I understand.” (Haru)

　Haru’s hobby is remodeling and repairing things that ordinary girls would rarely do. That’s why she belonged to the art club in junior high and high school, but for some reason, she didn’t draw pictures but did craft. That’s what I heard from my classmates before.

　In any case, her beauty and quiet personality drew a lot of attention from boys. So much so that boys from other grades even sent letters to her. As an older brother, I feel a bit awkward about it, but since we don’t have many close friends at school, only a few people know that we’re brother and sister.

　Anyway, thanks to Haru’s love of crafting, at home she repairs broken floors with simple tools. She wants to completely repair it, but we don’t have the money, so we do our best to reduce the inconvenience. Haru can’t use the hammer because she cares about other rooms like in the previous house. It seems that she is happy to be able to get out of the bad situation.

“Thank you for the meal.” (Kei)

　I slowly chewed and finished the small meal that cannot be called luxury, and Haru joined and clapped her hands.

　After that, I send Haru to the bath, while I put away the dishes,

　This is the end of the day’s work.

“Then, Haru should go to bed. I’ll jog for a bit.” (Kei)

　I told Haru who came out of the bath to sleep, while I put on the durable shoes that I have been using for a year, before going out.

　This jogging habit of mine started after we moved into this house. Living in the countryside, was hard for me, a year-round “Go Home” club member. Now I can run for about ten kilometers around our house.