After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

"Judaime, what's the matter?" Kiyoji habitually took a step behind Sawada Tsunayoshi and followed beside him.

The young family leader was strolling slowly, observing the buildings with mottled marks from time to time, and the residents who occasionally walked past the street suddenly put their hands on their heads in frustration and squatted down on the spot.

"It's okay, Judaime," Jidai also squatted down, and gave him a thumbs up with a bright face, "Just use your invincible super intuitive sense to find a way, anyway, I don't think other people are there at all." Look for it carefully."

"No, that's not the case, Kikuji-kun," Sawada Tsunayoshi held his forehead with a stomach ache, "It's something else."

Hearing this, Prison Temple flattened the corners of his mouth.

Her green eyes calmed down, the same cool tone as her hair.

"Is it related to Mr. Mingyin?"

Not a question, but a general statement already established.

"...That, I've figured it out before, Judaime, you and Akine-san knew each other before I met him, right?"

Prison Temple looked troubled, scratched his chin with his index finger, and talked about something that he had noticed before but had no chance to ask about it.

"Yes...that's right," there was a suspicious pause in the middle, "but I think he probably doesn't remember that incident anymore."

"For everyone, even the same thing, the weight of memory will be different. The important moment of what I know is reversed may not be something that needs to be remembered for the other party. matter."

"It's probably like stroking the head of a relative's cat passing by."

"Oh, but he still remembers seeing me then."

That day was obviously no different from usual.

Whether it's poor quiz results, ignorance by classmates, innocent ridicule, forced duty, it's all the same as before, and the mood in school is the same, I just feel, ah, here it is again, again That's it, that's all.

But, not knowing what went wrong, on the way home, suddenly everything was different.

I began to feel that everything would only get worse and worse. No matter how hard I tried, I would end up being useless, constantly causing trouble for others, being excluded, and spending my life like this.

Maybe I shouldn't be here in the first place.

[So, do you want to leave? 】

A sharp whisper, not from a specific person, it could be anyone, anything, maybe even yourself.

Is it okay to leave?

[Yes, yes. 】

then leave.

【That's right, that's right, that's how it should be. 】

But after leaving, where do you want to go?

【No location, no goal, just leave, just leave. 】

That's right, I don't want to go to "somewhere", but just want to leave "here".

Under the guidance of the voice, after figuring this out, I realized that I had returned to the school at some point, passed the door that should have been locked, and arrived at the rooftop.

He had never done anything that violated school rules before, and he should have been timid and fearful, but at that time he calmly walked in the courtyard, using his short legs and a sense of balance proved by his sports score of only 2, he jumped over the railing and turned over. past.

After standing still, I only felt a chill through the cold wind from the height, through the clothes, from the skin to the internal organs, and deep into the bone marrow.

[Yes, yes, that's it.Just one more step forward, and all the troublesome things will disappear. 】

And just when he really raised one foot and was about to step into the empty air, one arm was tightly grabbed, and with it, the whole person staggered and leaned back against the railing .

"Ah, I read it right, it's stuck to my shoulder..."

The boy with light hair is holding his arm with one hand, leaning his elbow on the guardrail, and stretching out his other hand towards his shoulder, as if picking up something with his two fingers, he lifts it in the air, flicks it lightly, and blows away the dust. Take a breath.

It was a very strange sight, but strangely, the inexplicably heavy shoulders suddenly relaxed, and the voice disappeared.

And, very quickly, the fear of being outside the balcony railings arose.

"Wow - when?!" Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, he hurriedly grabbed the sleeves of the person behind him tightly, and held onto the railing tightly with one hand, not daring to let go.

The other party laughed suddenly, holding back at first, but the laugh became louder and louder.

"How did you turn over just now?"

By the time he returned to the safe area inside the railing with trembling legs, it was already dusk.

"...Do you still want to jump down now?"

He frowned and shook his head with a look of resistance.

Then, quickly, after a sigh of relief, tears uncontrollably secreted from the lacrimal glands, gathered at the corners of the eyes, merged into large teardrops, and kept falling down.

Then, on the roof of the school where there were still people there, he cried aloud, pouring out all his grievances and unwillingness, roaring, shaking his chest and head, crying until he could hardly make a sound, and hiccupped ,can not stop.

The weird boy squatted aside, quietly waiting for him to finish crying.

Then, gave him a warm hug.

"It's not your fault, you haven't done anything wrong."

"It's the fault of those guys who fed you bad things."

"It's a good thing you didn't really jump off."

The man said so.

These words seem to say, "don't leave, stay here".

It makes people feel that they are really a fool who has never been seen before or since.

Can't help but shed tears again.

With tears in his eyes, he only remembered the light-colored hair and the mole on the corner of his mouth.

After that, I met that person again when I was in the second grade of junior high school.

Prisoner-kun excitedly said that he was going to meet his senior supernatural expert, but he was so worried that he chose to follow along with Yamamoto under Reborn's high-pressure deterrence.

Should it be the aura, or the temperament?In short, it feels different from when we first met.

mournful.

But Tsunayoshi Sawada knew at a glance that it was the person at the time.

Therefore, after the last stalking was exposed, the other party's reaction made him a little bit disappointed.

It seemed like he didn't take that matter seriously.

It's just that there is no way to do it, and he still thinks so until now.

"Then, Judaime, you mentioned before that you want Mr. Mingyin to be the leader of the outside advisor of this generation, is it because of this?"

"...No," Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled wryly, "It's because of something else."

With that said, he slowly raised his head and looked straight ahead.

The wind was blowing this colorless crater, passing through this huge facility ruin, the wind speed accelerated and made a sound.

"This is the former site of the military experiment base. I saw Mr. Mingyin's sister here yesterday."

In the colorless abandoned buildings, there are actually some traces of life left.For example, worn-out sofas, old mattresses, and oxidized plastic dishes.

Between these gray and white remnants stands a dazzling ochre.

"Ah..." Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes wide, and let out an unconscious breath, "...Kujiji-kun, I understand."

"…Eh?"

On the other side, Mingyin and the others ran into Nozaki-kun and his party.

"Wow, snake—?" Sakura was a little physically frightened.

"It's very good, you can try to touch it."

Hearing this, Deng Guo let out a cold snort of disdain.

Sakura tentatively touched the little snake's head, "Really, it's cold, smooth, and wonderful. Is this the charm of reptiles!"

"Although I heard that reptile pets have become popular in recent years, and there are even reptile cafes, but this is the first time I have seen them."

Miko Chai pinched his chin with his fingers, a drop of sweat hung from his forehead, and his upper body leaned back honestly, showing his resistance.

"Can I take pictures? I'm not very good at drawing animals, maybe it can be used as emergency material." Nozaki took out his camera.

"You shoot it."

Deng Guo put on a pose that he thought was handsome, wrapped it around Ming Yin's wrist, and let Nozaki take 360-degree shots without blind spots.

At this time, the mobile phone received a message sent to all staff.

[Notice: The winner has appeared, please meet at the starting point. 】

Everyone looked at each other, thinking in unison in their hearts:

too fast? !

Tokyo, Natsume's former residence.

"It didn't sell in the end, well, it made it easier for me to act."

Yato stepped into the tatami from the courtyard without taking off his shoes, with a smirk on his lips.

Xueyin stood in the courtyard speechless, the corner of her mouth twitched as she looked at the unreliable god, with her hands in her pockets, she hesitated for a while but still did not enter the door.

"Let me tell you, Yato," Xueyin curled her lips, observing the house that had been idle for a long time, "What are you doing here suddenly? There is obviously no entrustment."

"Huh?" Yato lay on the tatami in a strange posture, with one ear pressed to the ground, tapping with the back of his hand, listening to the echo, "...a private matter."

"Huh—?" Xueyin was in disbelief.

"Yes, here it is." Yato put on his gloves as cautiously as an archaeologist, carefully lifted the tatami, fanned away the dust, and put the tatami aside against the wall.

Then, his face changed, and his ice blue eyes were slightly dazed.

Xueyin leaned forward and tilted her head, "What's wrong? So serious, isn't there nothing?"

Yeto grinned, with a weird expression, "It's because there is nothing, that's why we got home."

He stuck his head in, and fumbled with his hands for a long time in disbelief, but there was still nothing.

"It's too bad, logically speaking, no one will turn over the tatami..."

Yato was talking to himself, suddenly realized, and clicked his tongue.

"Tsk, that stinky snake has a really keen sense of smell."

On the wall covered by the shadow cast by the tatami mat leaning against the wall, there is a piece of children's graffiti with peeling paint on the wall.