[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

It is rumored that the mountain god likes to eat fish. There are many stalls selling fishing gear on the street. Mari Kazama also bought fishing gear to go fishing by the lake.

"Fishing, I haven't tried much yet~" Hawkes followed enthusiastically.

There were many people by the lake, and Mari Kazama chose a relatively remote corner to put down the barrel.

Tie the hook, put the bait on, adjust the float, and finally throw the hook into the lake.

Hawkes watched intently from the side, and suddenly realized: "Can I catch fish in this way?"

"It should be possible." Kazama Mari was also not sure, she hadn't fished for a long time, and there were so many people fishing nearby.

Hawkes looked around, but couldn't find a place to sit.

He took off his jacket and threw himself on the grass, saying to Kazama Mari: "Let's sit down and wait."

Kazama Mari hesitated, Hawkes sat down first, and then went to hold her hand, she bit her lip, looked at Hawkes with a naughty smile, and sat down anyway.

The inside of the jacket is plush, which allows Hawks to maintain body temperature during high-speed flights.Kazama Mari's bare thighs touched the fluff in the jacket, and she couldn't help shaking. She curled up her legs unnaturally, and wrapped her hands around her knees.

Hawks spread his wings and wrapped her in his arms. He looked up as if nothing had happened: "It's been a long time since I sat and looked at the sky like this."

"After all, people are often said to be an unbelievably fast person," Kazama Mari also said as naturally as possible, "I usually don't seem to have much patience."

Hawks didn't refute, but laughed instead.

"I, once I have an idea, I can't hold back no matter what—"

So, I can't wait until this day to prepare to confess, and I can't help it.

Kazama Mari did not speak any more, and Hawks also looked at the sky quietly.

The sky is blue, and the white clouds sometimes gather and sometimes disperse.

"Is the fish hooked?"

"No."

Mari Kazama waited, but Hawks didn't make a sound.

Her shoulders were suddenly heavy, and Hawkes' body was half tilted, his head was on her shoulders, his eyes were closed, and his breathing became shallow.

Like falling asleep.

Maybe not.

Mari Kazama stared at his handsome side face with a bit of rigidity, and leaned her head slightly.

As the breeze blew by, Hawks' red wings spread out a little bit against the wind.

It was already afternoon when Mari Kazama woke up.

The number of people who came to fish by the lake did not decrease, but increased.

Her head was resting on the right shoulder of Hawks, who was answering emails with his left hand, swipe-fingers, unaffected.

"Hey little truth is awake~" Hawkes turned his head to meet her gaze, and put down the phone naturally.

Two feathers on his wings jumped out and brought up the hat that a family in the distance accidentally dropped into the lake.

In just one breath, the feather flew back and reintegrated into his wings as quickly as if nothing had happened.

"How do you control so many feathers?" Mari Kazama asked curiously, "It's hard for me to control things around me every time."

"It's not the same." Although Hawkes is not a few years older than her, he is an experienced professional hero and has a lot of insight into all kinds of strange personalities, so he quickly discovered the differences between them.

"My use of wings is similar to instinct, just like using hands, everyone can do whatever they want. Using other things is different. Even with guns, it takes a certain amount of time to practice before you feel proficient, let alone random appearances. Items around." Hawkes analyzed.

"That's right." Kazama Truth immediately understood.

"However," Hawkes changed his voice and said to her suddenly, "you can try to manipulate your imaginary things directly with your personality."

"You first imagine a feather."

Kazama Mari was a little embarrassed, but he looked at her without blinking, she still let go of the awkward feeling, a silver light flashed on her open hand, and a red feather appeared in her hand.

Hawkes picked up the feather and looked at it, then touched the smooth lines of the feather, as if deliberately teasing her: "It seems that you are very familiar with this."

Kazama Mari blushed, and hurriedly snatched the feather back.

Hawkes' face was also a little overheated. He cleared his throat and spoke again: "Use your personality to control this feather."

The red feathers slowly floated up under Kazama Maru's gaze.

It fell lightly into her palm and turned into a silver light.

"It's easier than manipulating things around me directly... It seems that some kind of connection has been established," she hesitated, "but I'm still used to using knives."

"Heroes can't have only one attack method." Hawkes was serious, and seemed to have other thoughts hidden in his words, "If you have time to practice this, it may become the key to victory by surprise."

If you really imagine wings like Hawks... Kazama Mari's face is getting redder and redder.

Hawkes wanted to say something to make the atmosphere a little more ambiguous, but he held back in the end.

He paused, and seriously analyzed Kazama's truth: "Can you change the place where it appears, such as appearing directly in the air?"

"Alas?"

"It's going to be very lethal," Hawkes said.

"I didn't think of it before." Kazama Mari was a little embarrassed.

"The way you used your personality before was already perfect, why did you change it?" Hawkes asked.

"Because..." Kazama Truth suddenly fell down.

Her hands clenched tightly, Hawkes noticed, and put his hand over it, clasping dry fingers around hers.

"Once, on the street of Night Eyes Office, someone hijacked an old man with a knife. There were no other heroes, so I quietly imagined his knife as a toy knife."

"Then the man pulled out a gun..."

Hawkes felt her hand tremble.

"The old man is fine in the end." Facing his worried golden eyes, Kazama Mari smiled a little far-fetched.

Hawks leaned over and touched her forehead: "It's not your fault."

"Using personality to 'change' may result in good things or bad things, which is the same as our usual choices."

His voice was not gentle, but it seemed to have the power to calm people's hearts, and Kazama Truth gradually calmed down.

"I usually do heroic activities, but I don't necessarily always succeed. There are always times when I face failure."

"However," Hawks chuckled lightly, and his hot breath swept across her reddish cheeks, "A true hero will always try to overcome the difficulties in his heart, rather than trying to escape."

"You're still a long way off."

Many people have said similar things to Kazama Mari, but they have never seen the fragility of her heart.

She was afraid of failure, afraid of similar things happening again, so she changed the usage of personality to the current one.

Kazama Mari stared blankly at his extremely deep golden eyes.

It's like being enchanted with time-stopping magic.

The noisy voices around her were all dismissed to the back of her head, and everything became blurred. Only the face of Hawks who was close at hand kept her heart beating, again and again, faster and faster.

When they looked at each other, even the air became anxious.

Her usual leisurely breathing was messed up.

Hawks wanted to confess almost immediately.

Truth should also like herself... On this matter, Hawks rarely became uncertain.

His eyes flickered.

Sensing Hawks' approaching breath, Kazama Mari panicked, hurriedly raised her head and backed away half a minute.

Hawks tightened his fingers on her hand.

He looked at her fixedly.

His eyes were gentle and sharp, as if trying to see through her heart.

The rosiness spread from the cheeks of Kazama Truth, climbed up the white and tender earlobes, and dyed the slender neck.

Seeing her shyness and uneasiness, Hawks drew a dangerous arc from the corner of his mouth, and said hoarsely: "It's rare for you to be like this."

"So, so...?" Kazama Truly's voice was soft.

"I can't help but want to watch it a few more times." Hawks straightened up and opened the distance between the two.

His ears were also stained with some red, but his expression was teasing, frivolous and uninhibited, completely different from his extremely soft eyes.

It brought an uncharacteristically affectionate look to his face.

Mari Kazama didn't dare to take a closer look, and hastily turned her body to the other side with her back facing him.

Her long golden hair was slightly curled by the breeze behind her.

It was with great difficulty that Hawkes expelled the thoughts in his mind, and seeing her such a cute action, he couldn't help but feel agitated.

The shy look is really attractive, almost...

He closed his eyes, and after a while he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Truth..."

It took a long time for Kazama Mari to snort softly.

Hawkes found out the original topic with difficulty, and forced to continue.

"You shouldn't blame yourself for all the bad things that change does."

"If you really can't do it, then find a way to make yourself stronger."

"Strong enough to let your personality change everything, and there will be no bad results again."

"... Oh." Mari Kazama, who didn't feel encouraged, replied sullenly.

She put her arms around her knees and buried her head in her arms.

In the situation just now, Hawks didn't take any action, maybe he doesn't like himself...

The time spent together has become extremely tormented.

Hawks faintly regretted it.

He could feel Kazama's heart loosening, but her usual attitude towards herself and other people was not that different, and he was actually not sure that she could succeed.

It was because I was not confident enough that I chose to wait until this night to prepare a romantic scene to confess, but...if it was the situation just now...

Makoto Kazama is also very tangled, being asked out, the date chosen is still so ambiguous, but nothing has happened so far...

Time slipped by in such a restless way, and it quickly arrived at night.

As the sky was getting darker, the people in charge of the mountain god sacrifice lit a bonfire by the lake, some hung up lanterns, and some were in charge of wrapping grass around the wood and weaving them into animal shapes such as foxes and wolves with their own personalities.

People sang songs around the big bonfires lit by the lake, some picked up drums and beat wildly, and some held hands and started dancing.

Hawkes received a tip from an assistant that everything was ready.

He took Kazama Zhenli to the lake, and was about to say something when his face suddenly changed.

"wrong!"

He quickly squatted down and put his hand into the lake.Under the hazy firelight, the lake water showed a viscous dark color.

"Gasoline?" Kazama Mari also made a mistake, she pulled Hawkes' hand back, and was about to activate her personality to turn gasoline into lake water, but Hawkes stopped her.

"The range is too large, don't waste your personality." Hawkes has rich experience and quickly judged the form. "Give me the megaphone, try to evacuate the crowd, and I will find out where the enemy is."

At this time, there was no time to confess, Hawkes called the assistant hiding in the crowd, and at the same time spread his wings, took the megaphone that Mari Kazama had just imagined and flew into the air.

But it is already late.

The sudden gust of wind howled past, and the large and small fires by the lake were pushed up, forming a wall of fire, and quickly swallowed it towards the periphery.

A fire was also ignited on the surface of the lake, and the flames soared into the sky for a while, illuminating the dark sky.

Hawkes stopped under the red sky, hating for the first time that he could fly so high, because all he could see was a sea of ​​fire.

All the goodness and hopes are reduced to ashes in these flames.