Cherish the time

Innoshima is located in the southeast coast of Hiroshima Prefecture, Japan, with a warm climate and suitable humidity. The island's industries are mainly citrus planting, chrysanthemum farming and shipbuilding.

Because it is a small island located in the Seto Inland Sea, and its own economy is not developed, so the traffic is a bit inconvenient.

Take Shinto’s itinerary as an example. He first arrived in Hiroshima by Shinkansen, then transferred from Hiroshima to JR train to Onomichi, and finally took the Onomichi-Innoshima ferry, and finally arrived at his destination.

On Innoshima in April and May, the citrus is not yet ripe, the chrysanthemums have not even bloomed, and the roads are lined with patches of green. The whole island is lush and thriving, and the green is as rich as the one in the painting. view.

Walking on such a street close to nature, Shinto involuntarily took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Ah... the smell of the sea and the trees."

He felt the moist breath sucked into his chest, and felt that his whole body was integrated into this land.

"Is this... Innoshima?" 』Different from his self-satisfaction, Zuowei couldn't help showing a little hesitation when he saw the completely different scenery from a hundred years ago.

"Haha, hundreds of years have passed, and the scenery you saw back then must be different. As Shinto said, he spread out the map and began to look for the hotel where he will stay tonight, "...um... the north... which side is it..."

His behavior of looking at the map while walking with his head down is obviously not advisable. After walking for a long time, he hit a short stone pillar with his knee, and the pain caused him to squat down immediately, hugging himself His knees bowed into a shrimp.

"Xiao, Xiaoguang? Zuowei, whose attention was taken away by the oranges hanging down by the roadside, noticed his situation, hurriedly rushed to his side and asked, "Does it hurt?"Are you bleeding?Do you want to go to the hospital?Can I still go? 』

"…fine. 』After a long while, he finally said such a sentence, but the expression on his face did not seem to be okay at all.

"Are you really all right?Don't try to be brave...」

Just when Zuo Wei asked worriedly, a crisp bell rang, and following the bell appeared a dark-skinned boy about fourteen or fifteen years old riding a bicycle.

"Are you okay?" Seeing Shinto squatting in the middle of the road, the boy stopped the bicycle beside him with some concern, "Is it a leg pain?"

Shinto Hikaru shook his head, and waited until the numbness that hit his forehead finally faded away, then turned around and explained, "...I bumped into it accidentally."

The young man was speechless, obviously not knowing what to say.

After the two stared at each other for a while, the boy tilted his head, "Come on."

"what?"

The young man repeated impatiently, "Come on up.—Where are you going, I will take you there."

So Jinto was taken by the boy to the hostel where he was going to live by bicycle.

"It's really lucky, my house is right next door." The kind boy gave him a big smile, "Don't kick the pillar next time." Then he rode away.

Shinto waved at him from behind, and walked into the hostel with his backpack on his back.

In Japan, Golden Week is a peak period for tourism, and even a small place like Innoshima, where no one would come deliberately, receives a large number of tourists during this period.

——And a large part of them... are Go fans who want to see Xiu Ce's birthplace.

It is conceivable what kind of reaction it will cause when Hikari Shindo appears in such a group with a schoolbag on his back.

The originally noisy hall fell silent almost the moment he appeared, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The waiter glanced at the young man who was following behind him in some confusion, wondering if there was anything outstanding about him.

——But no matter how you look at it, he is just a middle school student with nothing special except his hair.

Just as he was muttering inwardly, the owner of the inn trotted over with a smile on his face.

"Welcome, Mr. Honinbo Samitsu." The other party saluted him with a smile, and then escorted him all the way to the room.

"If you need anything, please just ask." He leaned slightly, with a very sincere smile on his face.

"That..." Shinto stopped him as expected, "Excuse me... Where can I rent bicycles around here?"

He had done his homework before coming, and knew that there were not many transportation methods in this part of Indo Island—except for bicycles.

On Indo Island and the islands along the route, as long as you have a bicycle, you can go almost anywhere.

In the next few days, Shindo rode a bicycle and drove Sao around many places—this guy couldn't open his legs in hunting clothes, so he could only sit sideways on the back like a girl.

From the well-known Xiu Ce's residence to Xiu Ce's favorite hillside that only Zuo Wei knows.

Through Sawei's narration, a Honinbo Shusaku—or, Kuwahara Torajiro—appeared in Shinto Hikaru's mind that was different from the one recorded in history.

He was a simple and pure boy with black grape-like eyes and a gentle personality, and he would always worry about other people's troubles as his own.

He is serious and motivated, and loves Go from the bottom of his heart. Even if he entrusts all the daily games to Zuo Wei, he never gives up his efforts secretly.

He likes the oranges from his hometown, and when he eats the sweetness he likes, he will smile until his eyes are narrowed, and his whole person is unbelievably childish.

But even such a young man would occasionally feel sad and depressed. Whenever such a moment happened, he would go to an inaccessible place and lie on the ground alone, watching the stars until late at night.

……

When Zuo Wei first talked about this, he was a little embarrassed, but as he talked, he became more and more comfortable and excited, until the whole person danced and danced, and his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

Shinto smiled and listened, giving him a little response from time to time.

In this way, one person and one ghost walked through most of Yin Island in five and a half days, and harvested a lot of memories.

Early on May [-]th.

Shinto Hikari opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the first ray of sunlight in the morning happened to spill into the house through the window, lighting up the little dust floating in the air.

Shinto Hikaru rubbed his eyes, and greeted as usual, "...good morning, Sakai. 』

"Good morning. 』The familiar voice sounded in his mind as expected, as if this day was the same as every day in the past two years, no different.

But this person and ghost all know in their hearts... this is the end.

On the last day these two got together, the sky was extremely blue, and the warm sunshine was softly spreading on the ground, giving people a lazy feeling.

Shinto Hikaru pushed the bicycle that had been with him for more than five days to the return point, marking the official end of this not-so-long journey.

…just, before going back.

They have one last thing to do.

I asked the owner of the inn for a chessboard and a set of chess pieces, and Shinto laid out this simple set of chess pieces on the tatami.

Zuo Wei held a folding fan and knelt opposite him, just watching his movements without making a sound.

This scene is so familiar, as if returning to this life, the night when this person and ghost met for the first time, the two sides fought for the first time.

He quickly arranged the chess pieces, then knelt down on the other side of the chessboard, looked up at Zuo Wei's eyes, and said clearly in his mind.

"...I know, we both have a lot to say. 』

"However, if it's a story that started with Go...and finally...should end with Go. 』