Primary School
It's obvious.
Although Yato seemed unconvinced by Hiyori, he actually took her advice.
Perhaps it was the sharp look in the girl's eyes when she left, which pierced Yato's fragile heart (bushi).
But the problem has been raised, where is the solution?
Hiyori! You didn't leave me any advice before you left?!
Yato stood stiffly beside the telephone pole like a stone statue, wishing he could turn into dried glue and stick to the pole, so that he would no longer have to face Xia Youkui's gaze.
He is not a stupid god, nor is he completely ignorant of the ways of the world.
I had never thought about being tactful with Xia Youkui before, and now even if I want to be tactful I don’t know how.
Moreover, he really didn't have the courage to act like an adult and weave fairy tales for children in front of Xia Youkui!
It would be more accurate to say that seeing those golden eyes, the fact that he stopped calling out "sir" already meant that he was able to differentiate between the child in front of him and the person in his memory.
Xia Youkui waited for Ye Dou with her head tilted up for a long time, and her eyebrows couldn't help twitching.
She felt like a Darkmos sword was hanging over her head, about to fall, and the person holding the sword was even more entangled and helpless than she was, and was about to let go but refused to do so.
Why is it so hard to put it into words?
If time went on any longer, she couldn't help but suspect that Geto Suguru was no longer alive.
"Yato!"
"arrive!"
"explain!"
"yes!"
Yato stood straight with his arms at his sides, pouring everything he had found out into Xia Youkui's ears like pouring beans.
“…”
After listening to this, Xia Youkui fell into deep thought.
"What are 'bang', 'swish', and 'puff'?"
Yato, who had finally come up with the idea of using onomatopoeia to describe the tragic scene of the battle, had no time to wipe the sweat off his forehead before he was taken under control by Xia Yukui again.
He said it’s not easy to fool!
This god, who was still in poverty a hundred years later, had no idea that not only did he not have more believers, he could not even maintain his previous cool expression.
Maybe I just can't pretend under the gaze of these eyes.
"...Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Xia Youkui finally let Ye Dou go. She was very grateful that she could get so much information in exchange for five yuan.
So Xia Youkui took out another coin from her pocket and handed it over. She let Yato go but not completely.
"I still have to trouble you."
"Whenever you have time, please help me take a look."
Yato looked like he was about to break, and shakily took the coin from the girl.
"I heard your wish..." This was definitely the most reluctant he had ever been.
It turns out that the world of curse arts just doesn't like him, the god of trouble!
Logically speaking, both gods and cursed spirits are human creations, except that the former are born from prayers, while the latter are born from negative emotions.
Gods born from wishes respond to human expectations, and cursed spirits formed from emotions are exorcised by sorcerers.
The arrogant world of sorcery defines gods as a branch of curse spirits. Useful gods are worshipped and utilized, while useless gods are discarded like straw sandals.
In short, they treat gods like tools and truly do not regard them as human beings.
A calamity god like Yato would definitely stay away from the world of curse arts.
If he didn't want to respond to Xia Youkui's wish, he would never get close to those old and corrupt people!
I don't know how those people in their sixties and seventies can be more pedantic than gods who are hundreds or thousands of years old...
The boy, who looked old but young, watched the girl leave. When she was completely out of sight, he turned around and took out a bucket of glue and a stack of advertisements from the green belt not far away.
He was determined not to do anything that would damage his image in front of Xia Youkui again.
But the necessary advertising still needs to be put on. The mall is like a battlefield, and telephone poles have always been a battleground. If you are a step too early, you will be overtaken by latecomers, and if you are a step too late, you will inevitably be washed ashore by the waves behind you.
Only by walking and looking often, and keeping updated, can we always make bright flowers with fragrance bloom on this small piece of soil of hope!
While feeling moved by himself, Yato neatly pasted up the small advertisement he had painstakingly hand-painted and headed towards the next telephone pole.
"ah!"
"Sorry, sorry, I'll pick it up for you right away."
The young mother quickly helped her child and apologized to the woman he had hit.
The woman looked at the vegetables rolling on the ground without changing her expression. She ignored the apology from the other side and squatted down slowly and slightly stiffly to pick them up.
The slender, pale fingers seemed to have just learned how to grasp, and with an inadvertent, nimble touch they pushed the already round tomato even further away.
It rolled straight to Yato's feet, and then "plop", was crushed by Yato's step back.
"ah......?"
Yato immediately lowered his head, looking behind him with an expression as if he had gotten into trouble, and met the woman's eyes.
Can she see me?
Lucky Yato found his destined person again.
Gods will be ignored if they stand in front of ordinary people, especially small gods like Yato who are not worshipped by anyone. Only people with a deep connection can discover him and tell him their wishes.
Not many people are destined to be with him, and even fewer people who are destined to be with him will make wishes to him.
Yadou knows very well that opportunities must be seized by oneself, or even created by oneself.
He quickly took a step back and rubbed the sole of his shoe on the ground to hide the evidence, then took a step forward to start a conversation, but the person on the other side avoided his sight.
Yato could hardly keep the professional smile on his face.
You can't be so indifferent, right? I crushed your tomato!
He resisted the urge to complain and thought about going forward to help pick up things to improve the relationship.
The woman ignored this. As she moved, her bangs swayed slightly, revealing a long seam that was caught by Yato's pale pupils.
This line...why does it look so familiar?
The next second, the black cat that looked even more familiar to him was sitting on the wall behind the woman.
The golden vertical pupils were lazily half-closed, and the tail was swinging leisurely behind it, as if it would lie down and take a nap in the next moment.
?
????? ?????
Yato threw down the fruits and vegetables in his hands and took a few steps back.
He remembered that this suture was the same as the one that killed the man in his previous life!
I guess humans haven't developed to the point where they can perform such a large-scale operation yet?
So... the same person?
Oh, it must be the same one, the adult’s clone is standing on the wall!
Yato was all too familiar with those eyes.
He could tell at a glance that Xia Youkui was the reincarnation of that adult, and he could also recognize at a glance that the black cat opposite was the adult's clone.
The black cat that brought him the invitation from the adults was like this.
Tsk tsk tsk, this is being watched by adults~
Yato lights candles for the woman.
Adults are supposed not to care about the gains and losses of being ordinary people. It seems that this suture "monster" that came from nowhere has really provoked the adults in some way.
But isn't it true that when you're an ordinary person, you can't use your abilities? Could it be that you've developed some new curse?
You are worthy of being an adult!
Yato cast an admiring look at Chat Noir.
The mother with the child had no idea there were so many creatures present. She was surprised that the scattered fruits and vegetables had gathered around her. She didn't have time to think about it and quickly helped the woman put them into the basket.
"I'm so sorry." She bowed again.
The woman still didn't respond to her, but just picked up the basket silently and glanced secretly in the direction Yato was looking.
Only one sparrow flew to the top of the wall to rest, and moved its position left and right by hopping.
The black cat she could have seen had already jumped off the wall and merged into her shadow.
——
Xia Youkui sat upright in her study chair, lost in thought over her homework book for a long time.
Suddenly she stood up, walked to the bed, and buried herself deeply in the soft quilt.
She sort of understood what Yato said.
Several key figures in the entire incident are either dead or almost dead.
Almost, she would never see Geto Xiayou again...
Xia Youkui realized belatedly that she was a little scared and subconsciously took out her cell phone, but was dazzled by the concise and clear "Received" on the screen.
It had been a long time since she had seen another word from the other party in this chat box. The emotion that was welling up in her heart was hit by the cold dialog box and became stagnant in her heart.
She tried to find evidence of Geto Suguru's survival in the few times they spent together.
It was that time at the insect garden when the boy made a brilliant appearance as if he could handle anything, and then hurriedly left after Xia Youkui asked him about matters related to the "summer camp".
There is no exclamation of "Ah, I'm still alive, I can still see my friends and relatives" on his face, just solemnity, as if he is thinking all the time.
What is he thinking about?
Even after learning about the relevant situation, Xia Yukui could not understand Xia Yujie's inner thoughts.
She hated the feeling of being unable to do anything.
Those cursed spirits that were said to be unable to harm her were nothing more than Schrödinger's cat to her.
She could occasionally "see" through other people's eyes, but then her ability made them disappear.
Xia Youkui possesses the ability to shield her victims from all curses. Anyone she consciously protects will, like her, be blind to those strange creatures and unharmed by them.
All the humans she protected looked dazed. They first dragged her and staggered a few steps, their nerves tense and anxiously trying to break free. When they found that nothing had happened, they looked back at her in a daze, tears in their eyes, as if they saw the sunlight finally penetrate the obstruction of dark clouds and shine into the dark streets and alleys, reflecting on their faces.
Xia Youkui did not feel that he was so powerful or special because of this. When he was exaggeratedly described as a god, he just remained silent and did not express anything.
She didn't care about saving people or showing her strength, but she was happy that this ability could help her grandmother and help her get rid of her nightmares in the last few years of her life.
He always took action without hesitation when he realized that someone might be troubled by a cursed spirit, and he was just following his grandmother's instructions.
Only when her grandmother called her "God's child" would she feel the pride of being recognized. She even asked Yato seriously when she first met her if she was really a descendant of God, and successfully obtained a speechless God.
This ability was just a tool to make grandma happy, but now Xia Youkui feels unsatisfied.
She wanted to actually see the curse spirit.
Her innate talent can save anyone around her, but not Geto Suguru.
Because he doesn't need it.
When he really needs someone, there won't be a summer sunflower by his side.
It would be great if I could become a sorcerer. Xia Youkui couldn't help but think so.
At least to the extent that the cursed spirit could be seen. Then, perhaps Geto Suguru would gently soothe her when she was frightened, instead of treating it coldly like he was now, burying everything as a secret. She wouldn't be hurt anyway, so what difference would it make if he said more or less?
Xia Youkui buried his face in the quilt and took a deep breath.
When can I grow up?
In this way, she can walk towards that world with confidence in the unregulated atmosphere.
It doesn’t matter whether she can see or not, it doesn’t matter whether she is an ordinary person without talent, there will always be a path that she will open up.
Xia Youkui raised half of her face from under the quilt again, picked up her cell phone and started tapping on it.
She typed tomorrow's schedule into the chat box smoothly, but she didn't click send.
His golden eyes stared at the screen motionlessly, and suddenly a bit of rebellion emerged.
No more posting today.
Xia Youkui pressed the delete key one by one until the chat box was empty.
It's time to break the habit that I've maintained for more than a year.
There are always people changing. Although it is not her, Xia Youkui, at the moment, she doesn't mind being the bait for fishing.
......
At twelve o'clock midnight, the moonlight shines through the thin curtains onto the sleeping girl.
The girl didn't sleep well, her brows slightly furrowed, and she turned over from time to time, as if she had never found the sleeping position that suited her best.
The fully charged mobile phone is no longer placed on the desk as before, but is placed next to my pillow.
Suddenly, the small light source on the phone lit up, and then the incoming call ringtone with the volume turned up to the maximum exploded in the girl's ears.
"......Hello?"
Xia Youkui was awakened and sat up suddenly. He groped for a long time in the deafening music before his brain came online and found the location of the phone.
"sunflower."
The boy's voice coming from the phone was a little tired and hoarse.
"How was your day?"
“…very happy.”
"The teachers are great, the classes are easy, and I have fun playing volleyball with my friends after school..."
"Ah, it's already 12 o'clock?" Xia Yujie interrupted Xia Yukui.
He had been training until now, and when he opened his phone and found that Xia Youkui hadn't sent him a message, he called. He just glanced at the time and realized that it was very late.
"Then go to sleep quickly. Don't forget to send me a message when you wake up, Aoi."
"...Okay, goodnight."
"good evening."
“Beep—beep—”
Xia Youkui hasn't finished what he wanted to say.
But it doesn't seem to be anything important.
I just wanted to tell Geto Suguru that such an ordinary life is really happy, and asked if he wanted to go home and have a rest...that's all.
The girl who had finally fallen asleep woke up completely.
She waited for the boy's response as she wished, but to no avail, and her limbs felt weak.
What a failure...
The girl tried to fall asleep again, feeling resentful towards someone unknown.
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