Finally, it was Kii Kanade who stepped forward first and asked:
"You just said... 'a game of tag,' what do you mean by that?"
Yuta Yoshida blinked: "Tag is tag, right? Didn't you play it when you were a kid?"
As he spoke, a look of sympathy appeared on his face.
"..."
Kii Kanade's smile froze, and he looked around as if searching for a weapon.
"Don't stop me, I'll kill this monster right now."
"Nobody's stopping you."
Masashi Yukimura spoke coldly, but he was clearly in a good mood, as even his tone was gentler.
"You mean, you're playing games with Matsuo?" he asked.
"Who is Matsuo?" Yoshida Yuta looked blank. "I was clearly playing with you guys."
"Don't you know?"
"uncle."
"..."
"Uncle?"
Masashi Yukimura stood motionless in place, as if he had been turned into a stone sculpture, where even a gust of wind could shake off some dust.
Now, a smile returned to Kanade Kii's face.
When Yukimura Masashi came to his senses, the atmosphere around him suddenly became tense. He and Kii Kanade both glared at Yoshida Yuta with dark expressions. The latter was startled, and the next second...
He hid behind Vili.
"How scary."
A child's innocent voice rang out, and Yoshida Yuta tried to hug the boy from behind, but was nimbly dodged. He looked up and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Everyone here, except the teachers, is terrifying.
As Yoshida Yuta thought to himself, for some reason his feet wouldn't move an inch, and he stayed close to Willy.
He recalled the knowledge etched into his soul since the dawn of consciousness, and couldn't help but speak:
"Can you make a contract with me?"
Kii Kanade and Yukimura Masashi both paused, but Vili, as if he had expected it, simply shook his head.
"don't want."
"Why?"
Large tears welled up in his eyes, and the transparent ghost began to cry.
Fortunately, none of the three people present had much sympathy.
Seeing this, Yamazakura floated out, not to comfort Yoshida Yuta, but to put her hands on her hips and mock him:
"Only children cry because they weren't contracted by Yumi-shi!"
"Huh?" Yoshida Yuta looked at her with teary eyes. "But I'm just a child."
"..."
Shan Ying choked and made two grunts.
"Wei Li has no interest in children! He only contracts with powerful demons!"
"Just like me!"
As she spoke, she lifted her skirt and twirled around triumphantly.
Is that so?
Yuta Yoshida was so intimidated by her that he forgot to cry.
“Of course!” Yama Sakura nodded vigorously. “You’re already useless, and now you’re disobedient. Wei Li will never like you.”
"obedient?"
Having grasped the key words in her words, Yoshida Yuta tilted his head.
"I...I'll be good!"
As he spoke, he looked at Willy with hopeful eyes, as if to say, "Whatever you ask, I will answer it properly."
Kii Kanade couldn't help but look at Yama Sakura with amazement.
I never expected there to be such a eloquent and charismatic supernatural being...
Yama-sakura, however, ignored his gaze, turned her head arrogantly, and transformed back into a petal, returning to Vili's pocket.
Even if you praise me, I won't give you any extra points!
I'm no longer the original CP fan I used to be!
I am a supporter of the shallow and unreasonable!
She's so good to me, she deserves to have several men with her...
Thinking this, she drifted into a sweet fantasy and smiled quietly.
On the other side, Willy thought for a moment and then spoke:
"Then you can start from the very beginning."
“Let’s start from the day you met Matsuo—the person you call ‘teacher’.”
Yuta Yoshida nodded obediently.
"The teacher appeared some time ago."
He tried counting on his fingers, but he couldn't figure out the time, so he could only use such vague words to cover it up.
“He’s different from other people. He not only plays with me every day, but also chats with me often.”
"What are you talking about?" Kii asked.
"They asked me my name, my age, and why I'm here," Yoshida Yuta said, somewhat frustrated. "But I don't know anything. I woke up here, and all I know is that I should be called by this name, and that I really want to play with other people."
"But the teacher didn't leave me because I didn't know these things, and she still came every night."
He said he wanted to be friends with me.
"Be—the best of friends."
Yoshida Yuta emphasized.
“I don’t know what that means, but I’m happy.” He gave a genuine smile. “But then the teacher said that I can only have him as a good friend.”
Something seemed amiss, and Kii Kanade and Yukimura Masashi exchanged a glance.
"Therefore, I can only play with him from now on."
“If I don’t agree, he’ll never come again.”
"..."
“Excuse me, may I interrupt?” Yukimura Masashi suddenly spoke, seemingly lost in thought. “I’ve wanted to ask this from the beginning: why do you always call him ‘teacher’?”
Yuta Yoshida blinked blankly, as if this was the first time he had thought about this question, his tone hesitant:
"At first he didn't want to tell me his name... later..."
He seemed to have thought of something and let out an "ah".
"Later, Ahui came!"
"I heard Ahui call him that, so I followed suit!"
"I think, maybe 'teacher' is his name?"
"..."
"Ah Hui, are you referring to Hasegawa Teru?"
Seeing that the person on the ground seemed to be waking up, Vili borrowed Yukimura Masashi's katana, practiced the angle a few times, and then used the hard hilt to hit Matsuo's head hard, knocking him unconscious again.
Yuta Yoshida shook his head: "I don't know... that's what the teacher calls him..."
"We're such good friends, but they never tell me anything!"
He was a little annoyed, and after a few seconds he continued:
"I promised to be good friends with my teacher and try to avoid other people who come to play with me."
“But Ahui is different… This isn’t the first time he’s come to play with me. He’s very smart, knows a lot, and often plays some new and interesting games with me. Sometimes he’ll even let me win on purpose.”
"I like playing with him..."
"So when he came again that day, I went out to see him."
"I think... if I stop playing with him in the future, I should at least tell him."
"That night, he was dressed very differently, and he was holding a very strange thing in his hand, which was pitch black and looked like it had a big eye in the middle."
He said it was a 'camera' that could draw my likeness on a piece of paper by simply pressing a button.
"He asked me if I could do that, and I thought it would be fun, so I agreed."
"But just then..."
"—The teacher has appeared."
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