After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

"Who is this? Your illegitimate child?" Ye Dou frowned slightly, his eyes revealing inexplicable displeasure.

Hearing this, Mingyin froze with the smile on her face that she hadn't had time to take back.

He took a deep breath, "In terms of age, it doesn't make sense, this kid is only about 11 years old."

"And it has been more than 12 years since I became your artifact."

Yato's gaze became sharper, "Don't you think it's a bit subtle at this point in time?"

"No, I don't think so," Mingyin resolutely denied Yato's whimsical joke, "Don't make such jokes in front of children."

"Sixty percent of me is serious."

"So [-]% of them are serious..." Mingyin raised his forehead.

Natsume on the side already wanted to leave.

He involuntarily took half a step back, with disgust and resistance written all over his body.

I don't understand their mental illness very well.

Mingyin walked over, bent down, hugged Natsume in her arms, and whispered to him.

"This is a down-and-out god, and I work under him."

"Lord God?"

"Yes," Mingyin said in a low voice, "he will definitely become a god of good fortune who can bring good luck to mankind in the future."

Mingyin knew that Yato could hear her heart, but she still whispered to the child, as if she didn't want him to hear.

But of course, Yato heard what was on his mind.

It is no different from what is said in the mouth.

"Be careful, as long as that kid calls the police, you will be taken away as a kidnapper. Don't stick so tightly."

"Hey—but we're already good friends, aren't we, Ki-chan?"

"Uh-huh……"

Natsume buried her face in the opponent's chest shyly.

"Tsk..." Yato clicked his tongue, and sighed after relaxing his brows.

"...What the hell are you upset about from the beginning? I skipped work because cleaning the bathtub is enough for you alone."

"No," Yetou's face returned to calm, and then, small flowers with comic special effects appeared all over his body, and he gave a thumbs-up, "It's just as long as you are happy."

"what……"

Although Mingyin felt that Yato must have something to hide from him.

But if Yato thinks that this is something he doesn't need to know, then it's better for him not to know.

He will not ask.

Until Yato said it himself.

Although, that was not the case at the beginning.

"I'll take you to your boarding place." Mingyin took Natsume's hand after he nodded in agreement.

Are the hands of an 11-year-old child so small?

Ming Yin thought about something, turned her head, and smiled at Yato: "Do you want to come with Yato? Or I will go directly to the Tenjin Shrine where I am temporarily staying?"

"...I won't go! You pick up the kid and send it back by yourself! I still have to hurry up and post more small advertisements."

Saying that, he jumped onto the roof of the street and ran away.

"What is the god's weapon? Is it similar to Fusangshen?"

Fusangshen is a god born from utensils that have been used by humans for a hundred years, and it is the last of the 800 million gods.

"No..." Mingyin smiled faintly in the twilight, "The artifact is a necromancer."

"It's the souls of dead humans."

Natsume froze, momentarily speechless.

"……sorry, I……"

"No, no, there is nothing wrong with you." Akane rubbed the top of Natsume's soft hair, "We don't remember anything from our lifetime."

"My "life" started after I met Yato. "

On the other hand, Yato did not go to put up small advertisements everywhere, but went straight to the branch of Tenjin Shrine where Sipilailian was temporarily staying.

He turned over, crossed his legs, and lay on the money box with his elbows bent under the back of his head.

The breath is similar.

are closely related by blood.

Well, that brat, his parents must have died a long time ago, so he probably doesn't know what that guy looks like.

It's rare to be so happy with the same appearance, so let him go for now.

Yato yawned, looking at the dusk at the end of April.

If Mingyin is still alive, she must be the guardian of that kid.

Probably, a combination of a year-round decadent cartoonist and an unbelievably capable elementary school student.

Such a future must be full of tenderness that can make unforgettable pain go away with a smile.

It's just an assumption.

"...will we meet again?" Natsume grabbed the shoulder bag strap with one hand, and Mingyin's right little finger with the other.

"I'll meet you there tomorrow. It's an appointment."

"Hook, hook, a liar will swallow a thousand needles."

"Okay, that's the deal."

Natsume lowered his head and thought for a while, "Isn't this just a unilateral agreement by Mr. Mingyin? Only you bear the risk of swallowing a thousand needles."

"Oh, yes."

He said so.

Natsume originally thought he would say it, because it is a promise that can be easily fulfilled, or that breaking an appointment does not necessarily mean swallowing a thousand needles.

weirdo.

However, from the first time I saw it, I unconsciously wanted to be close and dependent.

Weird feeling.

But I miss it very much.

Then, they meet every day at that park.

Even after staying here for a few days, Akine needs to go somewhere else with Yato.

every day.

every day.

every day.

Every time it is agreed, see you tomorrow.

"I think, in the future, you will definitely meet a gentle family who can accept everything about you... On that day, the trauma and loneliness you can't let go of now will be turned into nourishment for growth, and you will no longer be afraid of them."

"Because you are a gentle and good boy."

"...if only that could be done."

Natsume pinched the straw with her fingers, took a sip of the juice, her face was slightly red, and her eyes gleamed with anticipation and loneliness.

The first time friend in his life just smiled helplessly and patted his head lightly.

On the night of May 5th, something special happened.

Natsume gently pushed the door open, and when she changed into slippers at the entrance, she heard the voices of relatives' uncles and aunts talking in the living room.

"Natsume's house... the old house..."

"A few years ago...confirmed death...underage..."

"Inheritance tax... sale..."

When they noticed that Natsume was already standing at the door, they were startled, smiled awkwardly, and said polite words.

"Ah, Kishi-kun, you're back. Are you hungry now? Let's eat dinner after warming up."

"...That," Natsume took a deep breath, "Is my house... going to be sold?"

"Our relatives have this plan. Wait until you become an adult...Wait! Where are you going?"

Xia Mu didn't even have time to change her shoes, and stumbled out of the house.

In the past, running wildly like this was only because you were chased by youkai and had to run away desperately.

But this time, it was entirely due to his own reasons, and he ran desperately in the streets that had been completely shrouded in night, accompanied by pale street lights.

Knowing that it will cause trouble for uncles and aunts, he has always been careful, just hoping not to be hated, knowing that such behavior will only completely break the fragile balance that everyone is desperately maintaining.

He didn't know why he ran out so impulsively.

Maybe it's because there are similar but opposite street scenes here, maybe it's because I'm gradually recalling the life when my parents were still alive, maybe it's because the longing that has been suppressed has accumulated and exploded together.

I want to go home.

Suddenly want to go home.

That's right, I remembered, turn around this store, that building, walk through that ramp...

The memory is getting clearer and clearer.

But with the violent ups and downs of emotions, and running without any preparation for exercise, he was physically exhausted.

Natsume staggered and landed head-on on the road in the sparsely built residential area.

His hot head cooled a little.

So, with his palms on the ground, he shook his body and prepared to stand up.

Apologize when you get back.

Thinking of this, when he raised his head, he met those pure black eyes.

Mingyin crouched in front of him, tilting her head.

"Do you like running?"

He grinned.

"I'm still working hard at this late hour. Should I consider joining the track and field club after middle school? Maybe it will become popular all of a sudden."

"No, I can't participate in club activities in this kind of life state where I can transfer schools at any time."

Natsume replied while maintaining a posture that was still half prone on the ground.

The other party pulled him to stand up, held his hands, and observed his knees.

"It's scratched... Fortunately, the wound is not too big. I'll wash and disinfect it for you later, and you'll be fine. Remember not to get wet for the time being."

Natsume suddenly wanted to cry again.

This time he didn't hold back.