"Come on, there's no need for this. I already got it," she tried to say - and believe me, it wasn't the first, second, or tenth time. Jirou has been listening for hours to his solid arguments about how beautiful she is! And it's true, this girl just doesn't see it. What's wrong with her small breasts? They're elegant - always so perfect in dresses. What's wrong with her slim body? Everything about her is absolutely beautiful - Jirou is like a goddess to you, and there are few times when the girl is a goddess to herself. It doesn't make sense!

It's like a jellyfish being afraid of the sea, or a bird being afraid to fly - or a damn butterfly being ashamed to show its splendid wings. "It's not that beautiful," the purple-haired girl muses these same words whenever you admire her beauty too excessively. Jirou seems bothered, but it's not like she doesn't like it. I mean, hearing those words coming from someone she values so much? That's, damn, almost utopian.