Natsume's Little Mister

Another day, Natsume's residence.

"Rage God?" The harpy who came to report the situation raised its wings and scratched its head, its black bean-like eyes were dazed.

"Is Natsume-sama looking for Rage God for something?"

Natsume put his hand in Mr. Kitty's warm fur, and replied with a smile:

"I need his help with something, do you know where I can find him?"

Monsters are the longest-existing creatures in this city, and as long as they want to, they can always find clues.

Hearing the words, the bird demon showed a thoughtful look on his face, with his wings on his back, he paced back and forth on Xia Mu's desk, and then put his wings behind his back, and said slightly apologetically:

"Sorry, Natsume-sama, I don't know where Aragami is either."

Seeing Natsume showing a hint of disappointment, he quickly comforted him and said, "But if Natsume-sama insists on looking for it, I think Natsume-sama, you can try to go to Saibo Street."

Leibo Street is the place where Rage God first appeared. Back then, Rage God suddenly exploded with power for some reason, and directly blew up a big pit in Yokohama. Standing at the bottom of the pit, he could not see the sea.

And now, after years of development, that pit has become a slum in Yokohama where orphans and people from the bottom of society are integrated, known as Leibo Street.

Summer nodded.

"Thank you, I'll go to Leibo Street later to see if there are any clues, thank you for the news."

The Bird Demon was thanked by Natsume, and a flower blossomed in his heart. He tried hard to suppress his joyful mood, waved his wings, and said in a slightly higher tone:

"Natsume-sama, don't worry, we will inquire more about the news of Aragami-sama later, and I will come and report to you as soon as I have a letter."

Natsume raised his head and stroked the fluff on the top of his head, and said softly, "It's troublesome."

The harpy bowed and flew out of the window.

After the harpies left, Natsume carried Mr. Kitty into the kotatsu.

Looking at the white snow outside the window, he couldn't move.

Right now, he is still weak, and according to the doctor, he needs to take a good rest. It is not suitable to go out in such freezing weather.

Outside the door, there was a knock on the door and the lively voice of Knotweed Yujin.

"Come in~" Natsume blinked and shouted.

His fair cheeks were buried in a warm white turtleneck sweater, making his features even more picturesque.

Knotaba Yuhito pushed the door open and came in, looked around his pale cheeks and said:

"I consulted with a medicated dietitian and made some ginseng and black-bone chicken soup for you."

Natsume snorted lightly, with doubts on his face:

"Black-bone chicken?"

Knotweed nodded, knelt on the side of the kotatsu, opened the lid of the casserole, and gestured for Natsume to look.

"I heard that black-bone chicken is very nourishing. I bought it from someone in China Street. There is also ginseng, because ginseng is very nourishing, so I only use some beard. You can taste it."

Last night, Natsume took Knotaba Yuhito to exorcise the curse spirit. When he came back, he saw that Natsume sneezed several times in a row, so he was not at ease.

Natsume leaned over, the soup was golden in color of chicken soup, with only a thin layer of oil flakes left on the surface very carefully, he picked up a spoon and poked it down, scooping up a piece of chicken thigh that was cut just right.

"It's really black." Natsume couldn't help sighing, the fascia of the flesh was black, which looked very strange in the flesh.

Smelling the rich aroma of chicken soup, Natsume poured two big bowls in a row, and after using a little meat, his body was finally full of enthusiasm.

Taking advantage of the hot air rolling in his body, Natsume finally released the seal from the kotatsu, put on a thick brown coat, and wrapped a beige scarf.

"I'm going out." He stood at the door and waved his hand.

"I won't be back at noon."

The snow outside the door had stopped. Natsume let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands, looked at the world covered in silver, and sighed to the cat teacher behind him:

"It's so cold, I really shouldn't go out."

Mr. Cat chubby followed Natsume in the snow, like a white ball falling into the snowdrift.

"Since it's cold, why did you have a snowball fight with everyone a few days ago?" He said as he walked, plum blossom-shaped footprints left two long strings of marks behind them, cute and delicate.

Natsume's expression froze, his eyes wandered, and he argued forcefully: "Snowball fights are sports, how can sports be cold?"

Cat teacher:……

"That is to say, everyone took care of you and didn't throw you in the snowdrift." Or look at how stubborn he is.

Natsume coughed lightly to hide his guilty conscience.

Wouldn't it be too wasteful not to have a snowball fight when it snowed, not to mention that he just has a weak foundation now, even if he is bedridden, he still has to get up to join in the fun.

Leibo Street will be here soon.

It was said earlier that Leibo Street was formed by the pit after the Rage God exploded, so Natsume stood on the edge of the bottom of the pit, and could see all the scenes below at a glance, all in his eyes.

Compared with the still popular downtown Yokohama, the situation in Saibo Street is much worse.

Visible to the naked eye, the roofs of several houses below have been damaged, and the wind and snow have been swept in unimpeded.

Natsume and Mr. Kitty walked towards the center along the snow-covered streets.

There are few people on the road, and people are hiding in their houses, shivering, and will not go out easily.

Along the way, only the occasional chatter of the two of them, and the rustling of shoes on the snow, the whole city was quiet, as if they were the only two living creatures.

Gradually approaching the center, Natsume saw a black point in the distance, which happened to be their end point - the center of Raibo Street.

"Anyone?" Natsume was taken aback.

As the distance shortened, Natsume finally saw each other clearly.

Wearing a long black windbreaker, leaning against a heavy motorcycle with laser powder, a burning cigarette is idly held between his fingers.

"Mr. Zhongyuan?" He tentatively called to the person whose back was facing him.

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It was the weekend, and it was rare for Zhongyuan Zhong to take a vacation, so he came to Leibo Street early in the morning.

Came to the original place of his memory.

A few years ago, his consciousness as a barbarian was accidentally brought to the human world by Rimbaud, a Frenchman. When he woke up, he was taken back by a self-defense organization composed of orphans in Leibo Street.

This is where he first came to the world. He doesn't know what happened before. He has been looking for the truth, but the truth is hidden in the fog.

This time, he came here again.

The surrounding environment has not changed for many years, no matter how much he checks, he can't find anything abnormal.

He simply leaned against the locomotive and became dazed.

Until Natsume's voice came, breaking his absence.

"Natsume Takashi... No, it should be Mr. Midorikawa." Nakahara also thought of the picture he saw in the live broadcast.

Natsume didn't expect that he still remembered himself, scratched his head and said, "Just call me Natsume."

Zhong Yuan also raised his eyebrows, and asked with a relaxed expression: "Are you afraid that I will ask you about the ending?"

Natsume: That's right, there's still this...

There was a lot of auspicious snow in winter, and the air was as cold as if it was about to freeze. In the peaceful atmosphere, the dryness in Zhongye's heart in Zhongyuan also disappeared silently.

He straightened up, walked up to Xia Mu, and asked with a slightly sullen face:

"Although time has passed for a long time, I still want to ask Mr. Luchuan, why did you write such an ending? In your heart, is it true that God and man cannot be bound together? Don't you feel heartbroken?"

Resisting the urge to retreat, Natsume tried to calmly face Chuya Nakahara's black face, and explained:

"The ending of that story has been hinted a long time ago, and it is reasonable, and I am also very heartbroken, but there is no way, many beautiful stories have flaws, don't they?"

Nakahara also clicked his tongue, dissatisfied with Natsume's explanation.

He pulled the black leather gloves on his hands slightly impatiently, as if he wanted to beat the dog author violently at any time.

Natsume took a few steps back quickly, and said in a low voice: "Maybe after I write the story of Lushen, with people's love and faith, Lushen will regain his mana."

"If there is Lushen in this world."

Although Natsume said "maybe", his expression was extraordinarily relaxed and determined, wrapped in a soft beige scarf, he seemed quite sincere.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him, and suddenly his heart moved, and he had an intuition telling him that what Natsume said was true.

Central Plains also knows that there are gods in the world, and he himself is the Rage God.

Could it be that what Natsume wrote is a true story, and there really is a dew god?He rubbed the brim of his hat, thinking about it in his heart.

"By the way, you're here?" Natsume saw that he didn't refute, so he quickly changed the subject and asked.

Nakahara Nakaya was confused for a moment, then shook his head and said to Natsume, "I'm just passing by."

He used to live in Leibo Street for a period of time, and he was on vacation today, so he subconsciously transferred here.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground seemed to vibrate for a moment.

The situation is changing, and the quiet and peaceful Leibo Street has changed in the blink of an eye.

In the empty center, a dazzling little sun rose from the ground. At that moment, it seemed that something terrible woke up and casually glanced at the dirty world.

The intense light takes this as the center and spreads rapidly.

Natsume was blinded by the strong light and leaned over to cover Mr. Cat's eyes.

On the opposite side of him, Zhong Yuanzhong also stared directly at the bright white light without blinking his eyes.

The strong light came on suddenly and faded away quickly.

When Natsume opened his eyes, he happened to meet Nakahara Chuya's thoughtful eyes.

"Can you see?" His subwoofer-like voice made people's ears tingle, with a slight flick of the tongue.

Natsume rubbed his ears and nodded casually.

"This strong light should be the time memory left by the big explosion?"

Although glaring, it is not dangerous.

Zhong Yuan also nodded.

This was the fifth time he had seen the scene reappear, but no matter how many times he watched it, he couldn't find any other clues.

but……

His eyes fell on Natsume and turned around. It seems that the port Mafia's information on Natsume is true, and Natsume can indeed see things that ordinary people cannot see.

Apart from Natsume, Nakahara has not found anyone else who can see it.

Natsume didn't notice the deep meaning in Nakahara Nakaya's eyes, he picked up a certain heavy white dolphin (crossed out) beckoning cat, and moved it to the center of the strong light.

He came this time to investigate the appearance of the Rage God, and it was very precious to him to encounter such a scene reappearing.

He vaguely saw the outline of a research institute from the strong light just now, and a small figure in the center after the research institute exploded.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Natsume felt that figure was like a child.

"Could it be that Rage God became a god when he was very young? So he has maintained his childhood appearance?"

He thought to himself.

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