Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Mitsuha went to Tokyo to find you a few days ago, right?" Toshiki Miyamizu asked in a deep voice.

"Well, yes." Hojo Kyosuke didn't explain that to him it was two years ago instead of two days ago. It would take a long time to talk about this thing, and it doesn't make sense.

The two of them were sitting in Toshiki Miyamizu's car, which he had just called. Knowing that he, his family, and Itomori Town would all be destroyed by the comet, how could he still be as calm as the kid next to him, as if he was just buying groceries?

In the past, disaster avoidance drills were real drills, and everyone had empty hands. This time, a disaster is really coming. Since we can know the disaster in advance, we must rescue as much property as possible, so that the lives of the townspeople can be a little easier after the disaster.

"Then why didn't you call her once after she came back!"

The anger from the conflicted old father, whose daughter just stared at her cell phone when she had nothing to do. He knew that look all too well, just like when he saw Erye for the first time and looked at the calendar every day after returning to Nara, looking forward to the next meeting.

Although he was very sad that his daughter had someone he liked, what made him even more angry was that this boy didn't even call! Make your daughter wait!

"This..." Hojo Kyousuke scratched his head. He didn't want to defend himself. At that time, he could clearly see Mitsuha's longing for him after drinking the Kuchou wine.

"Are you sure the school playground is safe?" Toshiki Miyamizu did not go into details, saying that this kind of thing must be done step by step.

"Yes, the edge will take a little impact, but all things considered, that's the best place to take refuge."

"That's good." Toshiki Miyamizu closed his eyes as he was still some distance away from the town office.

"Everything in the world has its proper place, and so does you."

His wife's beautiful face appeared in his mind, and her gentle voice spoke words that seemed like revelation.

So, has everything now appeared in your eyes, Erye?

Miyamizu Toshiki gritted his teeth, his eyes suddenly became a little sour, and something seemed to be pouring out of his heart.

He left the Miyamizu Shrine because of the death of his wife, entered politics and became the mayor. He has the power to mobilize the residents of the town, and he can also understand the incredible story told by Hojo Kyosuke.

Is this where I belong?

"Now uncle, your wish can finally come true. Itomori will be destroyed soon."

Next to him, Toshiki Miyamizu didn't speak for a long time. Kyousuke Hojo thought he was too nervous, so he was considerate and joked casually.

The driver looked back from the rearview mirror, moved his lips a few times, and finally turned his head to look ahead.

"Yeah..." Toshiki Miyamizu was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed in relief.

In any case, the curse on Mitsuha and Siye is finally lifted!

Arriving at the town office, Toshiki Miyamizu asked the driver to take Kyosuke Hojo to the broadcasting office, and he summoned everyone to start a meeting.

"Why do disaster avoidance drills require people to move their belongings along with them? I have never heard of such a drill?" someone objected.

"This is Mitsuba's request." Toshiki Miyamizu showed his trump card without any nonsense.

"Miss Sanye?"

"Why did Miss Sanye do this?"

"Escape? Could it be..."

"What kind of disaster is going to happen to Itomori!?"

Someone recalled the original intention of the establishment of Miyamizu Shrine - to help the townspeople subdue the rebellious star god with knots.

The reason why Miyamizu Shrine has such a transcendent status in Itomori and has lasted for thousands of years is not only because the shrine maidens of the Miyamizu family always have something strange about them. What’s more, their special mission is to protect all the townspeople!

"Miss Sanye seems to be here too, right? Let's go find her together!"

"Yes, let's go together."

The conference room was in chaos. Seeing his subordinates who had respected him so much in the past talking about "Ms. Mitsuha" all the time, Toshiki Miyamizu felt inexplicably sad. Sure enough, it would be better to destroy such Itomori as soon as possible, so that they can become truly healthy people.

"Chief Miyamizu, is it a comet?!" Someone who knows Itomori's history has thought of this possibility.

As soon as these words came out, everyone who had rushed to the door of the conference room stopped and turned to look at Miyamizu Toshiki.

"Sanye will make a broadcast soon. Just follow the arrangements."

Toshiki Miyamizu sat down and leaned on the back of the chair and said expressionlessly. No matter what the townspeople speculated, such a thing could not be admitted publicly. Once admitted, it will bring endless trouble to Sanye.

The disaster avoidance drill was an order given by him as the mayor. Mitsuba just came to experience being a broadcaster. He represents procedural justice, and Sanye's prestige convinces the townspeople and implements it thoroughly.

"Good morning, I'm Mitsuha Miyamizu."

Mitsuha Miyamizu's voice came from the loudspeaker above the town hall. Only by telling Mitsuha Miyamizu's identity immediately could those people who usually cover their ears and do other things after hearing the broadcast concentrate. Attention.

"Today's temple fair activities are cancelled. Please follow the instructions of the town hall and conduct disaster avoidance drills."

He didn't explain too much, Mitsuha Miyamizu can basically be said to be a national idol now, and the fans are still very fanatical. Even the younger children will carry out it under the supervision of their elders at home.

Walking away from the microphone, Sayaka's sister, who was the announcer, stepped forward and began to talk about the details of disaster avoidance drills, such as the arrangements for evacuation sites and fire safety.

As soon as he opened the door, Hojo Kyosuke was startled. He almost thought he had gone from a comet falling script to a zombie virus script.

All the town office employees stood in the corridor and surrounded the broadcasting room.

"Good morning, everyone." He smiled and nodded. Both he and Mitsuha Miyamizu were used to being the center of everyone.

An old bald man who was elected walked out of the crowd, rubbing his hands uneasily, bowing deeply first, and then said:

"Miss Mitsuha, are you holding a disaster avoidance drill because a comet is about to fall into Itomori again?"

You guys are pretty smart, Hojo Kyosuke smiled inwardly.

"Do you know how Lake Itomori was formed?" He asked with a smile without giving a direct answer. Without waiting for the answer, he continued:

"Complete the transfer of townspeople and property as soon as possible, otherwise bad things will happen. I still have something to do, so please take action."

Smiling slightly, he pushed through the stunned crowd and walked towards the door of the town hall. Next was Toshiki Miyamizu's task. He didn't know how to evacuate the crowd or direct the firefighting.

"Itomori Lake is a meteorite lake. Itomori was destroyed once before!" The bald old man said the answer loudly. He also mentioned the comet before.

"Why does the comet have to fall in Itomori?" Some people are desperate, what will happen to their house and their land.

"But why doesn't Miss Sanye stay and help us?"

"Asshole, Miss Sanye must have more important things to do. Being able to bring us the apocalypse is already an endless gift. Don't be greedy!" The bald old man was furious.

"Okay, everyone, let's act according to the previous arrangements!" Toshiki Miyamizu clapped his hands and shouted.

What is Hojo Kyosuke anxious to do? Of course I’m looking for Yukino Momokari.

Walking out of the town hall, just as he thought, under the call of Mitsuha Miyamizu, the townspeople had already begun to take action.

An old woman whose name she didn't recognize but who had been given psychological counseling only by Hojo Kyosuke twice came over. She held his hand tightly with a look of fear on her face and said in a trembling voice:

"Miss Mitsuha said that. It must not be a drill. A disaster is really going to happen, right? Miyamizu Shrine will protect us as before, right?"

Neon is a disaster-prone country, and its residents have become accustomed to disasters. "Shikata no way", unable to resist, can only prepare to meet him.

But in Itomori, the situation is different. They are isolated from the world. Although they are backward and ignorant, they are rarely favored by disasters. They regard this as the protection of Miyamizu Shrine, so they enshrine it from generation to generation.

Now that they heard the broadcast made by the miko Miyamizu Mitsuha herself, all the devout believers immediately believed it, while some began to panic and feel at a loss.

"Don't worry, as long as you follow the instructions to evacuate, you'll be fine." Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile.

On the road that followed, residents kept wanting to get definite answers from him, and he always said the same thing. Fortunately, Neon people are very accustomed to those mysterious things. The more Hojo Kyosuke doesn't explain, the more they believe it.

"Miss Sanye must have paid a huge price for bringing such a revelation to us!"

With statements like this, some residents even knelt down and thanked them in front of their homes.

"You unfilial son, Miss Sanye has already said that a catastrophe will happen soon, and you are still drinking here!" A sharp voice came from the front.

Hojo Kyosuke walked over and took a look. Well, it was the mean old lady who once gave Mitsuha trouble and said Mitsuha was unfilial. Xueye pointed it out to him, and he had thought about helping Sanye vent his anger, but in the end he gave it up because after hearing Sanye's words, although the old lady still did not reconcile with her son, she became the most loyal believer.

"It is precisely because I love my father and my mother that I stay here. I serve my grandmother on behalf of my mother who passed away and my father who left, so that they will not be charged with unfilial piety."

But it's normal. Listening to this, as long as the mind is still sound, it is impossible for people to remain indifferent.

It was an old-fashioned wooden two-story building. The door was open, and you could directly see the scene in the Japanese room.

The old lady in a gray kimono sat slumped on the ground, making a shrill sound like a cuckoo, and beating the legs of the man next to her with both hands. The latter ignored her and continued to drink from the glass bottle of inferior sake.

"Ms. Mitsuha!" Noticing Hojo Kyousuke at the door, the old lady immediately cried and came over. Her face, which had only a thin layer of skin left, looked even more frightening after it was covered with tears.

Hojo Kyosuke put on a business smile and stretched out his hand to support the old lady.

"Miss Mitsuha! There are really unfilial sons who don't love their parents!" The old lady cried while holding Hojo Kyousuke's hand tightly.

Well, of course I know this, and I also know the other way around. Thinking this in my heart, Hojo Kyousuke still smiled on his face.

"Ah, that must be not enough."

Picking up the wooden stick on the side, Hojo Kyosuke stepped directly into the house.

I don't care if you are filial or not. If you say zero death, you will have zero death. You bastard, don't cause any trouble for me! I can do some ideological work for you on other days, but I don’t have that free time today.

Raising the wooden stick, Hojo Kyosuke struck the man on the back.

The severe pain made the man wake up immediately. He immediately jumped up and pointed at Hojo Kyosuke and shouted: "Asshole, what are you doing!"

What am I doing? I'm hitting you. He didn't even recognize Mitsuha Miyamizu, it seemed he was still drunk.

Hojo Kyosuke didn't say anything, and he casually raised the wooden stick and whipped it again at the man who was two heads taller than Mitsuha Miyamizu.

The man was still in a dazed state, unable to dodge and was hit again, but the severe pain aroused his anger, and he raised the large brown glass bottle in his hand and smashed it at the person opposite.

As a master of the Cutting Hands Itto style, no, the Hoshin Ittou style of Beichen, Hojo Kyousuke waved the wooden stick casually, concentrating on the drunken man's forearm from bottom to top. The man's arms suddenly became weak and he let go of the bottle in his hand.

Hojo Kyosuke sideways dodged the drunkard who couldn't stop the car. The wooden stick turned in his hand and pushed hard into the drunkard's stomach. Finally, he bent down to catch the bottle. I have to pack things later, and a broken bottle will delay things. The same goes for this drunkard. The reason why he struck so harshly was because he wanted him to work hard later.

The drunk man bent forward in frustration and stopped the car with his face, and then began to vomit.

"Grandma, after this guy vomits, ask him to help you pack your things quickly. If he still doesn't obey, call someone from the security station."

Hojo Kyosuke bent down and said with a smile, the other person should be awake after vomiting.

After walking out of the door with the old lady's thanks, he looked back at the old house and thought of Hatagoro's grandmother.

Even if it were sold to Itomori's locals, no one would buy this house. There wasn't even a single decent piece of furniture in the house, but it was all the old lady owned. Such an old man has lost her hometown where she has lived for so many years and has an unfilial son. How can she regain hope of survival?

Just thinking about it for a moment makes Hojo Kyousuke feel a headache. Fortunately, this is not his responsibility. Let Itomoru's guardian goddess Mitsuha Mitsuha have the headache. Anyway, isn't she doing a good job in the future?

I took out my phone and looked at it. It was just before nine o'clock, and there were still nearly twelve hours before the comet's descent.

Alas, Hojo Kyosuke, Hojo Kyosuke, can’t think about women all over his mind, he must learn to shoulder social responsibilities!

Being so critical of himself, he temporarily gave up on going to Yukino Momoka's home immediately, and instead walked towards a commotion in front of him. At the same time, he sent a message to Yukino, telling her that he would find her later.

There was not a single person who was unwilling to cooperate with the drill. Some of them even wanted to take away the stones in the yard. To this kind of person, Hojo Kyousuke would hit him directly with a stick to make him understand that he was running for his life rather than moving. Although Neon people are used to dealing with disasters and have better qualities in this area, they also have the habits that humans should have.

As for some businesses in the town, such as farmers and the like, Hojo Kyosuke left them all to Toshiki Miyamizu.

In just half an hour, after fire fighters and security personnel moved in, the transfer work finally got on track, and Hojo Kyosuke was able to escape.

From a distance, as soon as he walked to the railway track, Hojo Kyosuke saw the house where Yukino lived. The old blue-black bricks and new red tiles on the roof looked a bit incongruous, which he later helped Yukino repair.

After crossing the railroad tracks and walking through the grass that is strong and dense all year round, a pavilion made of fir trees in the yard appears in front of you. The wood has only undergone simple carbonization treatment, and the overall look is full of ancient charm.

A woman wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans was carrying a plate from the kitchen to the pavilion. She lowered her head, carefully looking at the plate and the road, and being careful not to let her hair fall into the plate. A pair of poor long legs, because the owner is too precious about the things on the plate, so they can't take long strides.

It's so foul, how can you be so cute?

Looking at Yukino's appearance, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but think of Yotsuba. The same thing happened to that little girl. When she was holding a full cup of smoothie, her eyes didn't know whether to look at the road or her hands. Her whole body seemed like it didn't belong to her. Same. Frizzy and cute.

"Xueye~" He didn't shout loudly for fear of scaring the woman.

Yukino Mokari, who was watching the road cautiously, raised her head when she heard the sound. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Hojo Kyousuke clearly saw her thin, seemingly transparent ears twitching slightly.

"Hojo-kun!" The cute childish voice contained endless joy.

With a shout of surprise, Yukino Mokari was about to run towards Hojo Kyousuke. When she turned around, she realized that she was still holding something in her hand. She was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to take the plate to the pavilion and put it down first, or to put it down first. Time to take the plate and walk along. The delicate little face like an oil painting changed from surprise to frustration.

Ha ha

With a chuckle in his heart, Hojo Kyousuke walked over quickly.

"I'll serve it."

"Yes!" Xueye agreed obediently.

The two of them walked into the pavilion and sat down. The tables and chairs were all made of wood, with a light fragrance. On the plate are waffles baked until browned, with a layer of crystal clear honey on top.

Um? Did Yukino not hear the broadcast because his residence was too far away? Why don't you go pack your things and still have time to make snacks?

"Xueye, didn't you hear the broadcast?"

"I heard it." Yukino put his arms on the table to support his small face, and stared at Hojo Kyousuke unblinkingly as he spoke.

"Then why don't you pack your things quickly?"

"Hmm~ I thought that Hojo-kun would be very busy when encountering such a thing, and then he would be very tired and hungry, so I thought that I must prepare something to eat. You can't do things well if you don't fill your stomach. ." Xueye said seriously.

"Then how did you know that I would come now?" The waffles on the plate were still steaming, just at the most delicious temperature.

"I do not know."

"That……"

"If Hojo-kun doesn't come, then I will eat it myself and bake another one."

"So I haven't come yet after the next one is baked?"

"Of course I'm baking one." Xueye said matter-of-factly.

Looking at the lovely face of the woman opposite, Hojo Kyosuke took a breath. Even if the end of the world comes, all she cares about is whether she is hungry.

In the past, he didn't know what Shi Shen's heavy love felt like, but just today, he experienced it twice in succession.

"Yukino, the comet is about to fall towards Itomori."

"Yeah, I guessed it." Xueye has been a smart girl since she was a child.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Yeah, as long as Hojo-kun is here, I won't be afraid." Xueno's smile was as gentle as ever, and she turned her head and looked aside.

After turning her head sideways, her thick and slender eyelashes seemed to be shining in the sun, and each one was so clearly visible.

Hojo Kyousuke twisted a piece of waffle with his hands and took a bite, then followed Yukino's line of sight.

"It's already apple ripening season."

On the left side of the house, the apple tree he planted has grown a lot, and there are still three or four red apples hanging on it.

"Can I pick one for you?" Xueye asked with a smile.

"Of course." Hojo Kyousuke swallowed the waffle and replied happily.

There was not a single weed around the apple tree, and the soil was mixed with fertilizer made from grass and trees. Xueye, wearing white casual shoes, stepped on it without hesitation.

“Even if the world ends, we must plant an apple tree.”

This is what Yukino thought when she saw Hojo Kyosuke planting an apple tree. At that time, after returning home every day after pulling out weeds and hoeing the land, she sat on the corridor under the eaves. As long as you look at the apple trees swaying in the wind and growing happily, you will feel endless joy in your heart.

That was planted by Hojo-kun. It was the apple tree he gave me. In Xueye's eyes, it was a beam of light shining into her desperate life. The growing apple tree was like her life with hope again. She, who had been unable to move forward, could finally taste the taste and enjoy life again... …

Xueye reached out and carefully picked the best apple among them, holding it in both hands.

After cleaning, she walked through the shelf that was already covered with green grapes, returned to the pavilion, held it in both hands and handed it to the person who had finished all the waffles.

Hojo Kyosuke wiped his mouth and looked at Yukino's big black eyes. The expectation in them made him slightly stunned. He also took the apple with both hands.

Looking at the alluring apple in his hand, he always felt that he was holding something more important.

"Xueye..."

"It's very sweet, Hojo-kun."

In Hojo Kyosuke's memory, this was the first time Yukino interrupted him. After staring for a moment, he opened his mouth and bit down. With a crisp taste, rich juice, and sufficient sugar content, it is indeed a rare and good apple.

This was carefully served by Xueye.

"Sister~~" A clear child's voice came from not far away.

The two people in the pavilion turned around and saw that it was Yotsuba, Shishi, Sayaka and three others who had arrived. The emissary was also pushing a curved-beam motorcycle, which Hojo Kyosuke asked him to bring to help Yukino move.

"Ah, sister is a glutton." As soon as she walked into the yard, Yotsuba saw someone eating an apple and immediately shouted. She has wanted to eat it for a long time, but Yukino has refused to let her eat it!

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and said nothing, but Yukino opposite him blushed and quickly comforted Yotsuba, then walked over and picked the remaining apples.

"Now you can explain it carefully, Sanye."

Sitting around the pavilion, the envoy said.

"The comet is about to fall on Itomori." Hojo Kyosuke continued to eat the apple.

"See, Sayaka, I told you before." Yotsuba said angrily. She never expected that her good friend Sayaka didn't believe her!

"But this is incredible, Mitsuha, why do you know such a thing?" Sayaka said.

"Well, it's because I come from the future." It wasn't because they were all friends that Hojo Kyousuke said this directly, but because he believed that the mysterious power that allowed him and Mitsuha to exchange bodies would allow Tate to change their bodies in the future. causing their memories to change.

"future!?"

…

While Hojo Kyosuke was explaining, Yukino took out the coffee that he had collected for a long time and brewed it for everyone.

"It's great. You look so energetic." Sipping his coffee, Hojo Kyousuke looked at the flowers and plants he planted.

"Idiot sister, the ones you planted have died long ago. It's simply not possible to mess around regardless of the season like you do. What you see now are all replanted by Yukino at the right time!" Yotsuba complained ruthlessly.

…

Hojo Kyosuke turned his head in astonishment, and Yukino smiled lightly and looked at him tenderly.

This is what you left behind, how could I let him disappear.

Smelling the fragrance of flowers and listening to Hojo-kun's praise, Yukino felt satisfied.

Sometimes she felt like she was like these flowers, not because they were equally beautiful, but because they were all quietly looking forward to the person looking at her and taking a sip of warm coffee when they were tired.

Tired（つか）れた君がひたすら海（うみ）を见（み）るための小さな白（しろ）いchair（いす）でありたい

(I want to be transformed into a small white chair so that when you are tired, you can sit and watch the sea)

After eating, Hojo Kyosuke, two friends and Yotsuba started to help Yukino pack things.

He wasn't worried about the shrine because the townspeople would help clean it up. He just told Yotsuba that to tease her. The Sayaka family and the Chishi family are both big Ishou families, with too many people to use them all, and they are also very busy.

At noon, a small trailer filled with luggage was hung on the back of the envoy's motorcycle, and Yotsuba and Sayaka followed behind and headed to the school playground.

It’s very difficult to write today. I don’t mean to whet everyone’s appetite. I promise to update it with 10,000 words tomorrow. I definitely wanted to write this kind of plot well, so I wrote it very slowly and confusingly.