Masashi Yukimura thought that he probably didn't like superficial and unreasonable views.
At this age, which teenager hasn't longed for love, and who hasn't fantasized about what their future lover would be like?
Even Yukimura Masashi, who was focused on his studies and swordsmanship, was no exception.
In his imagination, his future lover doesn't need to have an eye-catching appearance; even if she is just pretty, she will definitely be lovely in his eyes.
Ideally, the other person should also be from the world of supernatural tales, so the two can understand each other. After fierce battles, the lover will take a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow, and perhaps even kiss his wounds...
It doesn't matter if someone lacks combat talent or has mediocre strength. Because Masashi Yukimura believes that anyone he likes must have an ambitious heart, and those who strive for their dreams shine brightly in his eyes.
However, this superficial understanding is completely unrelated to this vague image and goes against it entirely.
Let alone his ordinary looks, with his appearance, he could easily debut in the entertainment industry. If you walked down the street and said he was an idol from some company, no one would doubt it.
His beauty was almost otherworldly, captivating all who beheld him.
Although he was indeed a master of the evening mist, he only entered the academy because of his family background. In class, when the teacher explained those old-fashioned supernatural phenomena, he would often show a curious expression, with a touch of naivety that was not even aware of it, like a dewdrop on a rose in the morning, hitting the hearts of others the moment it fell.
He probably has no idea how many people are secretly watching him.
When he saw something ugly, Willy would show a disgusted expression, quickly turn the page, and stubbornly refuse to look at it at all.
The image of his beloved wiping away his sweat in Yukimura Masashi's mind... if it were Vili... he had no doubt that the other person wouldn't even bother to approach him, who was covered in wounds and dirt; throwing him a handkerchief would be considered a kindness.
As for ambition...
Thinking of the homework that Mr. Tenkai had shown him yesterday, Masashi Yukimura turned his head away.
How could he possibly like someone like that?
If emotions could be controlled by people, there wouldn't be so many people in this world who can't control their emotions.
Without realizing it, his gaze lingered on Miri Asami for a long time, unable to look away.
But long before he could see his own heart clearly, the "war" between Kii Kanade and Tachibana Hou had already begun.
He stood between his two childhood friends, looking down blankly at his trembling fingertips, the katana he always carried slipping from his hand and falling to the ground.
Kii Kanade and Tachibana no Ou would never admit that the three of them were actually childhood friends.
At first, they were just similar in family background and talent, so they naturally started playing together. And that's how it's been since elementary school, right up until now.
They understand each other's pain and sometimes share secret joys.
Tachibana gave Kii Kanade medicine for her injuries, and Kii Kanade also left her notes on his desk. Once, on Yukimura Masashi's birthday, the two even tied up a demon together and gave it to him to contract.
In the past, Kii Kanade and Tachibana Hou often took a liking to the same mission at the same time, vying to contract the same demon.
And now, they've both fallen in love with the same person.
This is by no means a mistake of being shallow or unreasonable.
But Masashi Yukimura never imagined that he would be involved.
"Dear passengers, thank you for traveling on this train. We are about to arrive at the final stop of your journey..."
The broadcast suddenly blared, interrupting Masashi Yukimura's thoughts. He then realized that he had been staring at Willy for two hours straight.
Seeing the boy on his shoulder groggily open his eyes, he almost awkwardly looked away.
"We're almost there, so get ready."
"Hmm..."
Willy rubbed his eyes and slowly straightened up. The prolonged, constricted position left slight red marks on his fair face, but instead of looking disheveled, they added a touch of cuteness.
He didn't notice any of that, but instead looked around warily like a kitten, his voice soft and gentle.
"Your reaction is a little strange..."
He looked over and blinked his still misty eyes.
Did I talk in my sleep?
As he spoke, he looked at Masashi Yukimura's shoulder.
Or am I drooling?
He didn't mention having this problem when he was with Ju Huang last time...
These words swirled in Willy's throat, but ultimately remained unspoken.
"...None of them."
Masashi Yukimura didn't look at him. Instead, he stretched his stiff shoulders, watched the people moving around, and stood up to protect Vili.
"Let's go, it's time to get off the bus."
After leaving the station through the crowd, the two hailed a taxi in the city.
I originally thought that in a remote place like Muhid Village, the driver might need to turn on the navigation, but I didn't expect that the driver would show a knowing look the moment Yukimura Masashi said the destination.
"That place has become quite famous lately." The driver, keeping a close eye on the road, said, "I heard that even a reporter from TV Tokyo came here a while ago."
"But in the end, nothing was found out. Poor missing child... He seems to be an only child. I wonder how his parents will live now..." He shook his head with a sigh.
The driver, who looked to be a middle-aged man in his forties, seemed to be very talkative. Even when faced with Masashi Yukimura's unapproachable face, he could still chat fluently.
Having left all the social tasks to his companions, Willie curiously peered out the car window, watching the scenery rush by.
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