Natsume's Little Mister

Zhongyuan also fell from the sky.

The snowdrifts were thick, and he slammed into them unhurt, only grunting and rolling down the spire, covered in icing sugar.

And Dazai was out of luck.

The place where Zhongyuan Zhong also fell was just directly above him. He was struggling to climb out, but his waist was sore, and he had to bear the weight that his waist should not bear.

"Hahaha, it's your own fault!" Zhongya Nakahara got up, looked back, and pointed at Osamu Dazai, who looked like a salted fish ascending to heaven, and bent down with a smile.

"Rolling the ball..." Osamu Dazai couldn't help but burst into foul language.

Nakahara was not angry at all, he took out his mobile phone and pointed it at Osamu Dazai, and there was a series of flashing lights. This is the black history limit for the next year!

Osamu Dazai blushed with anger, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Natsume was enjoying watching the play, when something icy and cold touched his cheek.

Looking sideways, it was Mr. Cat who was holding a small snowball and looking at him.

"Natsu, don't read it, let's join in quickly."

The huge ice and snow castle piled up became the favorite props of the people present. From time to time, someone flashed across the city wall, which looked particularly exciting.

Atsushi Nakajima emerged from the snow in the form of a big white tiger, his body shook violently, shaking all the snow off his body.

Not far away, a certain lemon essence that was going to conduct a scientific experiment was thrown into the snow unanimously by everyone.

As soon as the lemon bomb exploded, there was more snow and the sky was covered.

There was a fierce competition between the Butei Club and the port Mafia. Snowballs were flying all over the sky. Some of them had no time to rub the snowballs, so they directly stuck their hands into the snow and raised them vigorously. The snow on the big canopy was blown away by the wind.

Natsume was hit on the head by a cloud of snow, it didn't hurt at all, but it made people more excited, and rushed forward with bright eyes, and was soon forced back by the concentrated offensive from the opposite side.

"Natsume, come and make snowballs, let them see how powerful our Buteisha is!" Yosano Akiko called Natsume over, and seeing Natsume's frozen red fingers, she threw a pair of pink short gloves to him.

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Happy times always pass quickly.

In the end, the two sides did not decide the winner, but even if they did not win this time, everyone was still very happy.

The hot spring hotel prepared steaming hot meals for everyone. I heard that the chef was invited from Yuanyue. The simple but delicious food soothed everyone's stomachs.

Eat and drink enough, sleepy.

Soak in the hot spring to warm up your body, and then fall asleep with the snowflakes fluttering outside the window.

Snow absorbs the noise of the world, quiet and quiet.

In the next few days, Natsume and Ranpo went to the ice sculpture plaza in Sapporo. The beautiful ice sculptures are dazzling under the lights. The crystal clear ice sculptures seem to be products of another world. Being in it makes people wonder where they are. land.

Skiing in Sapporo is also very famous. Wearing thick protective clothing, jumping down from a high slope, the body naturally changes its shape in the air, soaring into the air, as if it has really grown wings, and can freely travel in this vast area. Soaring between heaven and earth.

I will definitely not miss skating, but this Natsume is really hard. I don’t know if it’s because of his balance. tool man.

A few girls went to White Chocolate Lovers, and when they came back, they couldn't forget the fairy-tale scenery there.

A week passed in a flash, and the trip to Sapporo finally came to an end.

When everyone set foot on the land of Yokohama again, the harmonious atmosphere of the Butei Club and the port Mafia faded away, replaced by the tension of old enemies.

Without doing anything, everyone looked at each other and dispersed.

Over Yokohama, the dark clouds blowing from the sea are fickle and somewhat treacherous.

Natsume was writing a book in the study room, the tip of the pen across the snow-white paper, leaving beautiful characters one by one, the words converged into sentences, and the sentences formed a gorgeous illusory world.

He said before that he would write two books, one based on him and Mr. Cat, a story of mutual protection, a unit drama, serialized on "Birds", and now the first chapter has been published - can see monsters The young man met a big monster who said he didn't mean what he meant, and lived a life of turmoil, which was warm and healing.

The other is a detective and suspense novel that is planned to be released after finishing the book. The protagonist walks in the dark to clear up the grievances of the wronged souls.

It's a little cold in the house in winter, especially the writing fingers, which will get cold after a while.

Natsume was wearing a thin blanket, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes were shrunk in the plush blanket, with a touch of elegance and moonlight-like softness.

Not dazzling, not hurting, appearing harmless and bookish.

A small sound of chewing came from his side. Mr. Cat was holding a small dried fish in his mouth, and his chubby body nimbly jumped onto the desk. Plum Blossom Claws turned over the pages, and the cat's eyes were fixed on the story above.

"Teacher, I told you not to look at it with a small dried fish in your mouth, the paper will change its taste." Natsume was helpless, not knowing how many times he said this to Mr. Cat.

"Hmm." Teacher Cat nodded again and again, and swallowed the dried fish directly into his mouth. During this series of actions, his eyes never left the story on the paper.

Turning to the last page, Teacher Cat slowly collapsed on the table, scrolling left and right, like a white dumpling: "Natsume, you write so slowly~ woo woo woo, not enough to read."

Natsume grabbed his increasingly fat body and started with a heavy hand.

"I want to read the next one~ Natsume, why don't you write it quickly~" Mr. Cat played tricks on Natsume without any burden.

"That's all for the time being. I need to think carefully before I can write it. I have to wait." Natsume explained.

Teacher Cat stopped and sighed faintly.

"Why did I have to see it so early? If only Natsume could write the entire book in a flash."

Natsume rubbed his trembling little ears, who wouldn't want to?

"Dididi——" the phone rang, breaking the conversation between Natsume and Mr. Cat.

Teacher Cat jumped down from Natsume's arms, her four little claws moved quickly, and she disappeared after a while.

Natsume withdrew his gaze and turned his attention to the phone.

"Natsume Takashi, I'm the secretary of the Curse Association—Uemura Orei, you can call me Uemura Secretary." A middle-aged voice came from the opposite side, giving off a businesslike and indifferent feeling.

Natsume pursed her lips, and her face sank unconsciously.

"Secretary Uemura, what's the matter?"

The person on the other side paused for a moment, as if they were flipping through something, and then a voice sounded: "Association orders, there are a large number of curses gathered overseas in Yokohama, there may be accidents, please go and assess the danger."

"Oh, now?" Natsume opened the window, and the cold wind outside instantly washed away the warm atmosphere in the room. He looked at the sky, and the clouds near the sea rolled dark clouds, faintly ominous.

"The boat has been prepared for you, you just need to go there."

"Why is this evaluation entrusted to me?" In the past, these things were evaluated by a special department of the Magic Association.

"...short of manpower, sorry." Secretary Uemura hesitated and said an answer that made Natsume laugh.

Who will believe it?It's a fool to believe that no one, so let the super conjurer evaluate the scene.

Which super conjurer is not a big baby, but a strategic weapon?

How can a strategic weapon be used without knowing anything about it?Isn't this shooting flies with cannons, is it superfluous?

but……

Natsume sighed, he was not at ease because the incident happened off the coast of Yokohama.

"I promised this time, and I will tell you those people above that there will be no next time."

He has already taken a step back and settled down in Yokohama. If the other party is still reluctant, don't blame him for being merciless.

Natsume put on the haori and the mask, and the cat teacher has turned into a Madara figure, carrying Natsume on his back and rushing towards the port.

The port has always been the territory of the port Mafia. As an organization named after the port, maritime trade is the bulk of the organization's transactions.

It can be said that this is the forbidden place of Mafia port, where no one is allowed to intervene.

But today, things are different.

The Conjurer Association directly docked a ship in the name of the government, and strongly forbade other ships to trade and wait and see.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood on top of a large container, condescendingly watching the farce below.

The bluetooth headset on his ear beeped twice, and he heard Mori Ogai on the opposite side say in a particularly sinister tone: "Don't worry about them. But... if there is a chance, let them take a look at our attitude in Yokohama."

Yokohama is a former concession, and the government's credibility here is not as good as Buteisha.

But the pressure from higher levels annoyed Mori Owai, especially when he was pressured by his trading partners.

"Yokohama is still too small. It seems that the time for Chuya's business trip has to be accelerated. Also, Natsume... If he joins the port, the organization must be improved to a higher level."

It was a new virgin land, waiting for him to discover, of course, the premise was that there was a conjurer working under him.

After Natsume came out of the house, he came to the boat in secret.

No one noticed his coming.

No, there are still some, Zhongya in the Central Plains.

The moment Natsume landed on the opposite side, Natsume was discovered in the Central Plains.

He saw a man in a moon-white kimono and a fox mask gently land on the boat.

The other party's face was completely covered under the mask, and his fingers were also gathered in the cuffs, but for some reason, Zhong Yuanzhong always felt that he had seen the other party before, and the familiarity made him slightly frowned.

And when the man landed on the boat, the man who was still arrogant just now suddenly extinguished the fire, lowering his head and not daring to breathe.

"Let's go." Natsume glanced at Nakahara Chuya not far away, without saying hello, and said to the little guy sent by the association.

The bitter wind on the sea brushed against the hem of his clothes, and the ship sailed away from the pier with a whining sound.

Natsume's phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Gojo Satoru who was calling.

"Hello, teacher?" Natsume raised a little mask and said to the other side.

"Be careful with the mission this time. I received news that some time ago, the supernatural organization in the United States - the combination, was wiped out there."

Gojo Satoru took off his blindfold at the Conjuration High School, twisted a document in his hand, and said with a frown.

"I see." Natsume leaned on the pole, with Madara above his head hovering in mid-air, his long tail drawing arcs in the air.

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