Afterword

Thanks to your support, we’ve reached the third volume. I owe it to all the readers who bought the last two books. Thank you very much.

I’m the type of person who reads the afterword first, so I don’t want to write too much about what happens in this volume, but I also don’t want to be too random, so now I’m stuck. As a reasonable compromise, how about a story of the trials and tribulations of writing this book?

Well, I really had to rack my brain to figure out the subtitle. I nearly didn’t come up with it in time. I always think them up after I finish writing the whole story, but maybe that’s the wrong way to go about it?

Hmm, I still have more pages to fill. I guess it’s time to talk about the day I met a ninja.

It closed a while back, but there used to be an amusement park in Shiga Prefecture called Lake Biwa Tower.

There was a ninja mansion in the amusement park that had been moved there from a real ninja village (I forget if it was Iga or Koga).

There was a ninja there.

You might be thinking, “Of course there would be a ninja in a ninja mansion,” but usually, there aren’t. You just walk around the mansions looking at the various tricks they set up.

I just happened to be there when the ninja were there — they charged an extra ninja fee, those stingy jerks — and I got to see the ninja.

What’s that, you ask? Am I sure it wasn’t just someone dressed as a ninja as part of a show?

Yes, I’m sure. I asked him.

“Being a ninja is my only job,” he said.

I think if being a ninja is his only job, and he can make a living that way, then he must be a pretty good ninja.

The guide lady was showing us around the mansion, when suddenly, an evil ninja gang attacked the tour group, and the professional ninja drove them off. It made for a fun action show, and we got to see the ninja throw his shuriken.

The shuriken pierced through some upright tatami mats, and the visitors tried to pull them out, but they were so deeply embedded that it was impossible.

“Is this ninjutsu?!” I asked him.

“I just have strong shoulders,” he replied.

So it wasn’t ninjutsu?!

“I went to the Koshien championships with these,” he went on.

Stop being a ninja and go play baseball!

So, um, that has nothing to do with My Big Sister Lives in a Fantasy World — although maybe it does, a little — so let’s move on to the special thanks.

To my editor. I’m sorry I caused you a lot of trouble this time, once again. Since I was this bad even on volume 3, it’s probably not going to get any better...

And to my illustrator, An2A. Thanks for doing wonderful illustrations once again.

Now, then. I’ve already started work on the fourth volume, so I hope it gets released soon! But, you know, I’m just happy I get to keep writing it. I’m happy, but I wonder if I’ll ever have time to rest...

Tsuyoshi Fujitaka