AnimeMan: The 13th Princess’s Overpowered Servant

Ken gasped dramatically. He placed a hand over his heart. "That is a brutal insult. I am the most trustworthy servant in this entire building. I have never stolen anything from the kitchen. Well. I have never been caught stealing anything from the kitchen."

Jasmin ignored his dramatic act. "You do not need a fresh brain to do nothing," she said. She stepped closer. "I have a big favor to ask. My high school is having its annual festival today. I want you to come with me."

Ken blinked his sleepy eyes. He looked at his younger sister. He shook his head. "A school festival? That sounds like a lot of work. There will be crowds. There will be loud music. People will ask me to walk. I do not like walking."

"There will be food," Jasmin said. She smiled. "The cooking club is making special pastries. There are fried meat skewers. There are sweet buns. You love sweet buns."

Ken’s eyes opened a little wider. "Sweet buns? Are they the ones with the cream filling? The fresh ones?"

"Yes," Jasmin said. "The very fresh ones. But you have to walk to get them."

Ken let out a long, dramatic sigh. He stared at the ceiling. "This is a difficult choice. My stomach wants the sweet buns. But my legs want the couch. My legs are very comfortable right now."

Naomi walked into the living room. She carried a clean dish towel. Her bright red hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. She looked at Ken. She did not yell. Her face was soft. She had a very warm expression. She walked over to the couch.

Naomi reached out. She gently straightened Ken's crooked tie. She tucked his white shirt into his pants. Her touch was light. She patted his shoulder.

"You should go, Ken," Naomi said. Her voice was gentle. "It is important to support your sister. A school festival is a happy event."

Ken gave Naomi a goofy smile. "You are very nice today, Naomi. But you are making my shirt too tight. I cannot breathe properly when my shirt is tucked in. It is a safety hazard."

"It is not a safety hazard," Naomi said. She chuckled softly. "You look very handsome when you are neat. Now, go with your sister. Do not make her wait."

Ken pushed himself off the couch. He dragged his feet. "Fine. I will go. But I am demanding a large pastry as soon as we arrive. I cannot navigate a school festival on an empty stomach."

"I will buy you two pastries," Jasmin promised.

They walked out of the estate. The morning air was warm. The sun was bright. Ken dragged his cheap shoes on the dirt path. Scuff. Scuff. Scuff. He kept his hands deep in his pockets. He slouched his shoulders.

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"This is too much exercise," Ken complained. "We have been walking for five minutes. My knees are starting to protest. I need a carriage."

"The school is just down the street," Jasmin said. "Keep moving, lazy brother."

They arrived at the high school. The front gates were wide open. Colorful banners hung from the brick walls. The banners waved in the wind. The courtyard was packed with students and visitors. There were wooden stalls everywhere. The smell of fried food and sweet sugar filled the air.

Ken sniffed the air. His sleepy eyes opened wider. "I smell the sweet buns. My nose is a highly advanced detection system. It never fails."

"Let us go to the cooking club stall first," Jasmin said.

They walked into the crowded courtyard. Ken slouched. He kept his hands in his pockets. He looked like a normal, lazy commoner. He wanted to find a quiet corner. He wanted to eat his buns in peace.

But the peace did not last.

A group of female students stood near the entrance. One of them turned her head. She looked at Ken. Her eyes went wide. She grabbed her friend’s arm.

"Is that him?" she whispered loudly. "Look! It is the boy from the television! The one from the 13th Unit!"

"It is him!" her friend gasped. "The one with the cyan bullets! The one who saved the tower!"

The girls ran over. They surrounded Ken in a tight circle. They held out small notebooks and colorful pens. Their faces were bright red. They looked incredibly excited.

"Ken Eliot!" the first girl squealed. "We watched your match on the magic screen! You were so cool! Can we please have your autograph?"

"Please!" the other girls cried. "Write your name in my book!"

Ken blinked. He looked at the notebooks. He looked at the excited girls. He felt completely baffled. He put on his best goofy, clueless face. He reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small, half-eaten lollipop.

Ken raised the lollipop. He struck a dramatic anime pose. He pointed his finger at the sky.

"The shadow of the night does not sign paper!" Ken shouted in a funny, dramatic voice. "I am just a simple potato enthusiast! I am not the hero you are looking for! My hands are only designed for holding snacks!"

The girls giggled. They thought he was being funny. They pushed their notebooks closer. "Please, Ken! Just a small signature!"

"This is a massive crisis," Ken thought. "Autographs require writing. Writing requires moving my fingers. That is too much manual labor. I need to escape."

Before he could run, a group of male students pushed through the crowd. They did not have notebooks. They did not want autographs. They looked at Ken with pure, unadulterated awe. They dropped to their knees on the dirt. They bowed their heads.

"Master of the Couch!" the first boy yelled.

"God of Laziness!" the other boys chanted.

They looked up at Ken. Their eyes were shining. "We saw your interview on the news! You told the reporter that your favorite hobby is sleeping! You said you hate doing extra work! You are our idol! Teach us your ways, Master!"

Ken stopped posing. He looked at the bowing boys. A massive, goofy smile spread across his face. He liked these boys. They understood his lifestyle perfectly.

Ken cleared his throat. He put on a very serious, wise face. He pointed his lollipop at them.

"Listen closely, my disciples," Ken said in a deep, theatrical whisper. "The secret to ultimate laziness is very simple. If a chore can be done tomorrow, do not do it today. If a chore can be done by someone else, do not do it at all. And most importantly, always carry a snack. Snacks are the true fuel of the soul."

"Amazing!" the boys cheered. They wrote his words down in their notebooks. "We will practice this every day!"

Jasmin stood a few feet away. She covered her face with her hands. Her cheeks were bright red with pure embarrassment. "I cannot believe this," she muttered. "My brother is a national threat to the education system. He is teaching people how to sleep."

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