There has been no progress to my translation, but I'm finally reuploading it after the last Endchan crash.


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pg 1-10 (images)

pg 11 (Where the storystarts)

"A foreign cat on an unfamiliar street." 
""People are toootally stupid!"

	Remembering the conversation with the old lady made Nyaruru scream in irritation. It was evening and the residential area wasn't far from the train station. Her sudden outburst made a few people turn in surprise, but she didn't seem to notice and kept dwelling on the cause of her anger on that night.

"The main problem is why do you need 5 bridegrooms?! Plus wouldn't you say, 'The princess has turned into such a pervert,' really, what the hell."

	Her delicate features didn't suit the menacing look she gave a can at her feet, which she kicked high into the air. The hem of her skirt flipped up, but she was too full of her own thoughts to notice. 

	She had long glossy black hair that reached to the top of her back, and ears as white as snow. As she sighed unconsciously, her beautiful tail curved. Decorating her throat was a golden bell that hung from her collar, which was a beautiful rare heirloom passed down from her grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's time. That item eloquently told of Nyaruru's origins. To see it was to not need to ask about her family tree since it was soaked with the elegance that befitted a famous name. It proved she was born into a family with a good pedigree, and that she had to bear responsibilities.

	Crucial were the traditions she had inherited from long ago. But you know, she didn't care about receiving those traditions.
	Nyaruru had shared a bed with countless partners and you could think of her conduct as very loose. 
From time to time she had her maidservants bring her books called "manga" which had became her most favorite thing. She especially loved the genre of love stories called "school stories" where girls as old as Nyaruru formed couples with boys. The girls got love letters in their shoe-boxes, and shared half of their "yakisoba" noodles with boys on rooftops,  and go to school festivals where they would would seize the stage to kiss in front of the whole school.....and after many of those rituals they would choose to marry their beloved one and only partner.
They thought they had to choose one partner.
To picture 5 bridegrooms around you on your wedding night with everyone getting along in a bedroom.....isn't that such a joke?

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pg 13
But when she told her maidservant that she met resistance.
"Don't take those books seriously."
"Princess, manga are just fabricated stories."
"Having one groom would just make me laugh."
But Nyaruru didn't air her strong personal views, because if she did rumors would spread like, "She has started copying the people who don't have tails."

When it finally reached the old ladies yesterday she had a big fight.

"Fumuuuu... for the time being I should go home."
The more she thought back on it the more perturbed she felt.
And yet at the same time there was a certain cheerfulness. Because Nyaruru was now in the Japan she had longed for. Here was the country that had been the stage of many manga!

Nyaruru walked vigorously as if she wanted to start skipping. Japanese skirts were short which made walking easy. She wore a big ribbon on top of her pink sailor fuku.
From her beloved manga collection, she chose her most favorite book and said to her maidservant, "I want to wear the same sailor fuku as her!"
By any case, it looked like a "one of a kind item made by a reputable cosplay shop"

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pg 14
Here that had become unexpectedly useful. On a Japanese street it let her blend into the scenery. 
"Well then, first I must find an inn."
She had heard about this before, but the city where the tailless people lived had a destitute aura that made it hard for her to breathe.

If she didn't find a suitable partner, well then, she'd get her fill of Japan before she let herself become worn out.

"It really would be nice to find someone around my own age. Then we could go to t