2012, late spring.
Yuta Okkotsu was carrying his schoolbag, sneaking around the teaching building with his head peeking.
Today was his turn to be on duty. After cleaning the classroom, the sun was hanging obliquely at the foot of the mountain.
At such times, the children who were left behind to do the duty would always rush home in a hurry, so as to avoid being caught by the strange uncle who would eat children before dark, or to miss their mother's loving dinner at home.
Okkotsu Yuta also wanted to hurry back.
But the reason why he was in a hurry was not because someone was waiting for him at home, but...
"Hey, isn't this Otsutsuki-kun?"
When he was sneaking around the campus with his small schoolbag and dog, he heard a familiar voice.
Okkotsu Yuta held his schoolbag with a terrified expression on his face.
But deep down I had this feeling of “as expected”.
"You, you don't come over here..."
In the sight of the black-haired boy appeared several people wearing the same school uniform as him.
It's just that when the middle school uniform is worn by Okkotsu Yuta, it gives him the vibe of a good boy that both teachers and parents like, but when worn by these other guys, it gives them the vibe of a sloppy little gangster.
In fact, this is true.
These guys are well-known hooligans in this school. Even the teachers say that they are hopeless.
The weak Okkotsu Yuta was often blackmailed by these people, so much so that he couldn't help but tremble when he heard their voices.
But the more important thing is not the fact that he was blackmailed. Although he looks no different from an ordinary middle school student, Otsukino Yuta has a secret that only he knows.
"No, don't come over here."
He hugged his schoolbag, his voice trembling.
If I come here, if this bullying continues...
Hearing his words, a few hooligans looked at each other and smiled evilly.
"Okay." The yellow-haired leader agreed readily, raised his chin, and said, "As usual, I won't kill you if you pay me."
If an adult heard a little kid say "pay money and I won't kill you", he would definitely laugh out loud.
But this guy is a little brat, which makes people laugh.
But unfortunately, Otkotsu Yuta is not an adult.
He just entered junior high school this year. He is still a little fool in the first grade of junior high school. He is surrounded by his peers and "seniors" who have grown taller and taller by taking some hormones.
In front of others, I look weak and short, as if it’s written on my face that “I’m a soft persimmon, come and pinch me”.
Looking at the bad guys approaching him with a wicked smile, Soft Persimmon swallowed and took a step back.
“No, don’t…”
"Tsk, I told you, if you just hand over the money, I won't hurt you, right?"
"This brat just refused to drink when I offered him a toast. Just give him a beating. Why waste your time talking to him?"
"Indeed, I hope I can get more this time... The owner of the small billiards shop said that if we don't pay back the money, he will not let us in next time."
"Huh? I'm going to stop that old guy and beat him up sooner or later."
Listening to them talking and laughing, Okkotsu Yuta couldn't help but hug himself tighter, repeating "no" over and over again.
If it were a normal day, it wouldn't be a problem for him to give his wallet to these guys... after all, all they want is money.
But unfortunately, he was in such a hurry when he went out today that he didn't actually bring his wallet with him.
It's useless to say anything at this time. Okkotsu Yuta pursed his lips, hoping that these people would be gentler.
Or better yet, don't get close to him at all.
And the reason...
"Yoota."
A faint voice that only Okkotsu Yuta could hear echoed in his mind.
"No." Okkotsu said as calmly as possible, but his target was not the gangsters in front of him.
He treated these guys as nothing, nervously disciplining the horrible existence that ordinary people could not see.
"Don't hurt ordinary people, or you will be captured by bad guys and sliced up for research." He muttered softly, knowing that the girl squatting in his shadow would be able to hear what he said.
No, according to the usual practice...
The giant cursed spirit that was curled up in the darkness miserably pulled its head out of its shadow and nodded. Its nervous look was subtly... somewhat cute.
But this is invisible to ordinary people.
The hooligans only saw the kid they had chosen to ask for "protection money" hiding in a corner with his schoolbag, curled up and said something, but rather than begging for mercy or threatening them, his posture sounded more like he was talking to himself.
...Does this guy have delusions?
The yellow-haired leader couldn't help but be suspicious for a moment, but when he thought about what his younger brother said about the owner of the small steel ball shop, he immediately stood up again.
"Forget it." He said, "I'll give you one more chance. Hand over your wallet and I'll let you go."
Okkotsu Yuta's eyes lit up, it was obviously best if there was no conflict.
But I have to reiterate this issue...he didn't bring his wallet with him when he went out today.
The black-haired boy swallowed and raised his hand like a primary school student answering a question in class.
"Actually," he said nervously, "I didn't bring my wallet..."
After these words were spoken, the gang of hooligans across from them were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha, he said he didn't bring his wallet, hahaha."
"How did you get here in the morning without a wallet? No one would run to school, hahaha."
"Forget it, bro. Just give him a beating. This kid has contributed a good share before... maybe there will be some unexpected gains besides the wallet."
Yu Kei huddled in a corner, nervously thinking about what to do next.
Otherwise, let them beat him up... No, no, if he gets hurt, Rixiang will get angry again. What if the "senior" is accidentally killed by Rixiang?
He is really thinking about this problem seriously.
The yellow-haired guy over there didn't laugh with the younger brothers. He took out a cigarette from his bag, put it in his mouth, and clicked his tongue impatiently.
"Okay, that's it," he tilted his head, "I'll leave it to you."
This means giving him a beating first.
——However, before the boys rushed forward, a gentle voice came from behind.
"I testify that the child did not lie."
Hearing the voice, Okkotsu Yuta's eyes lit up and he looked at the person who came.
"Brother Gang!"
【“Brother Tsunayoshi!”】
A black shadow quickly emerged from Okkotsu Yuta's shadow and rushed towards the person who was speaking.
Several hooligans also looked behind them.
Standing behind them was an adult who was probably in his twenties. He had short brown hair and wore a regular T-shirt and jeans, but strangely he wore a windbreaker on the outside. Although it looked strange, he looked like he could walk on a runway.
The young man with short brown hair had a wallet in his hand and waved it in front of them.
"I can testify to this." He smiled, "This kid left his wallet at the entrance when he left the house... He didn't lie to you about this."
...At this time, who would care whether he has his wallet or not?
However, the guys, whose wallets were already empty due to all the fun, stared at the wallet in the man's hand, and their eyes were almost glowing green.
That thickness... maybe there's hundreds of thousands of cash in it.
The younger brother number one standing behind the yellow-haired man swallowed and said, "Big, big brother."
Although the opponent was an adult, he didn't look very big, and there were five of them, so it wasn't impossible for them to have a fight...
Once one person suggests the possibility, the idea spreads like a plague.
Thinking of the scene if that wallet that looked very rich fell into his hands, the yellow-haired man couldn't help licking his lips.
"Hey, scumbag." He couldn't remember the name of this black-haired bastard for a moment, and tilted his head, "Do you know this uncle?"
Uncle?
An expression of horror appeared on Okkotsu Yuta's face.
He stammered and replied, "He, Gang-ge is my brother."
Although they are not related by blood.
However, there was nothing much to say about this matter and the guy who robbed you, so after answering, Okkotsu Yuta hugged his schoolbag and shut up.
"Oh, it's my brother."
The yellow-haired guy smiled evilly and exchanged glances with the other guys. The five hooligans who had a tacit understanding on this matter turned around and formed a semicircle and walked towards the brown-haired young man who was holding a wallet as if he was delivering a lunch box to a child.
Once you've made up your mind, your heart will be at peace.
The yellow-haired man licked his lips and said, "Brother, we are friends of classmate Zasu. We are short of money recently and are trying to borrow money from him."
They surrounded the brown-haired young man in the middle. They didn't know whether the adult opposite was stupid or relied on the fact that he was an adult and thought no one would bully him. He didn't even show any sign of backing down. He just stood there and looked at them with a distressed smile.
"Is that so?" The brown-haired young man also showed a distressed look, "That's really too bad."
The black curse spirit and several thugs that pounced on him overlapped, which caught her off guard.
So she crawled behind the young man, her huge figure emerging from above him, but she bent down, with her hands crossed in front of him, in a dependent posture.
[Brother Tsunayoshi.] Her voice rang in Tsunayoshi Sawada's ears, with a 3D surround effect, [What an eyesore... Let Uroka... Uroka kill them all and use them as fertilizer for Tsunayoshi's flowers... ok?]
Although her words were a little awkward and slightly off in places, she still managed to express her meaning exactly.
Sawada Tsunayoshi patted the black claws that were surrounding him.
He stood in the dusk, his shadow stretched out very long, and one could vaguely make out a corner of a gigantic creature clinging to him, stirring up black mud.
The brown-haired young man sighed.
"But it's a pity," he said, "this is my brother and sister's pocket money for this month. If I give it to you, they will have nothing to eat."
"Who the hell cares who's starving in your family!"
——Caught off guard, the yellow-haired man shouted loudly and rushed forward with his fists.
Tsunayoshi Sawada threw his wallet out and called out "Yuta, Satoka".
The black cursed spirit surrounding him rushed out like a puppy playing Frisbee, following the arc of the wallet thrown in the air and landing in Okkotsu Yuta's arms.
[Do you want to play... play with Yuta? Yuta... likes it! 】
"Wait, wait, Rikka—"
And what does it mean to play with him? Shouldn't it be playing games? !
By the time he hurriedly took the wallet and calmed down "Lixiang" who was particularly excited about the dog-hook frisbee catching activity, he turned around and saw that the thugs had been knocked down and their bodies were piled up like a small mountain.
Although I knew that "Tsunayoshi" was very powerful, I didn't expect that Otsuke Yuta, who was particularly outstanding in this aspect, would show his small eyes.
Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his nose, jumped down from the swaying pile of "corpses", and stretched out his hand in the direction of Otsukotsu Yuta.
"Let's go." He said, "I cooked some preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the pot when I went out... It's just right for us to eat when we get back."
Okkotsu Yuta's eyes lit up and he ran towards him with his schoolbag.
When he was halfway through the run, he staggered and was helped by Sawada Tsunayoshi to stand steady. Looking back, he found that it was the yellow-haired man's hand that was still lying on the ground, blocking his way while he was running.
Okkotsu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in disappointment.
"I'm sorry, Brother Gang..." He sniffed. Children's emotions always come out so quickly, and after a while it seemed like he was about to cry.
Tsunayoshi Sawada doesn't remember if he was this tearful when he was this age.
He sighed and pulled a handkerchief from his bag.
"Come and wipe your face," he said, "and call the emergency number for your seniors. We'll talk about the rest when we get back."
So, just as he was about to cry, Okkotsu Yuta sniffed, responded very obediently, and really made a phone call.
The yellow-haired man lying at the bottom of the pile of corpses behind them stared at the two people who were gradually walking away. He refused to surrender and wrote the four big characters "Otsukotsu Kyouta" with his fingers, which were scratched on the ground and his blood.
Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.
At this time, Okkotsu Yuta, who had just returned home, sneezed.
He choked and shook his head sheepishly at his brother who was looking at him with concern, with an expectant look on his face.
Seeing this, Sawada Tsuneyoshi smiled.
"Have you washed your hands?" he asked gently.
Okkotsu Yuta and Rikari, who was sitting on a pink stool next to him, nodded in unison.
Sawada Tsunayoshi showed a satisfied look and clasped his hands in front of him.
"I'm starting."
"I'm starting!"
"Li, Li Xiang also... started..."
The gentle elder brother, the cowardly but kind younger brother, and the struggling younger sister who was still learning to read had a meal together under the warm light. The teenager shared anecdotes about school with gestures, which made the other two laugh. It seemed to be a warm and normal scene enough.
However, if the little sister in the story is not as sweet and cute as imagined, and does not even have a human appearance, this heartwarming picture will be shattered.
What's more...
After washing up, Okkotsu Yota curled up in his quilt. Under the attack of his brother's story, he finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and yawned.
"Good night." He whispered, "Rixiang, Tsuna-nii."
"Lixiang", who had returned to the shadow long ago, made a "gurgling" sound in response, and the young man sitting at the head of his bed also said "good night" with a faint smile.
The night light on the bedside was turned on. As the black-haired boy closed his eyes with a sweet expression, the brown-haired young man also slowly closed his eyes.
Then, it disappeared on the spot.
This is a single-family house, which is very common in Japan.
The surname on the doorplate is [Otsutsuki], and no adults are seen coming and going on weekdays. It seems that there is only one child living there.
The neighbors all know that the child in this family is called "Okkotsu Yuta" and is a shy and good child.
But the relationship between such a good boy and his parents seemed to be unfriendly. His parents were rarely seen on weekdays. Instead, during the holidays, a black car would come with a girl who looked somewhat similar to this boy - and from the way she was addressed, it seemed that she was his "sister".
Later, when he was helping Aunt Ishii on the street to clean the lawn, someone asked him about it and found out that the child lived alone because he went to school nearby...but his relationship with his parents was not very good.
All in all, this shy and introverted but helpful (?) child is a well-known good kid in this neighborhood.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat on the roof of Otsuke's house, looking at the night sky.
Saeka, who also didn't need to sleep, secretly crawled out from Okkotsu Yuta's shadow and sat next to him.
Under the moonlight, the two non-human figures seemed to be shrouded in a faint glow.
"Anada, do you think there is something on the roof of the house of the child of Yuta?"
A woman's voice was heard.
The man in flip-flops opened the window, took a look, then looked away as if nothing had happened.
"Nothing." He said, "Doesn't Otsutsuki live alone?"
The woman took another look and indeed didn't see anything else, so she muttered a few words.
"Indeed," she muttered, "Yuta lives alone."
Without moving an inch, the brown-haired young man and the black cursed spirit sat on the high roof, chatting idly. The young man was holding a book in his hand. If someone could take a closer look, they would surely find that it was a primary school student's literacy manual.
But unfortunately no one can discover them, and even very few people can see them.
Because creatures like "Cursed Spirits" cannot be seen by ordinary people.
Therefore, in the eyes of the residents of this street, the only person living in the Otsutsuki house is Otsutsuki Yuta.
——There is no "Ri Xiang" and no "Gong Ge".
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