Chapter 15 The Ninth Day of the Main Body
I was awake for four days.
During that time, she helped Ms. Akiko and Mr. Kunikida complete some ordinary requests for clients at the detective agency, and was also taken to an amusement park by Mr. Ranpo.
As for the fact that Mr. Ranpo and I got separated at the amusement park and were only reunited thanks to the announcement made by the amusement park staff... well, let's not talk about it.
On the evening of the third day, I saw Mr. Gojo again.
I had just returned from the detective agency shortly after get off work, and the moment I heard the doorbell, I almost knew it was Mr. Gojo.
I've met far too many people in Yokohama, but that's all thanks to the pseudonyms I use to wander around. The only people I'm truly connected to, or rather, to this identity of Edagawa, are those kids from the old Rippachi district and the members of the Armed Detective Agency.
They were clearly ruled out, so under those circumstances, the only people who would ring my doorbell, besides Gojo Satoru, were probably the property management company.
However, my subconscious leans towards the idea that it is the Five Insights, without any specific reason, just an instinctive intuition.
And that is indeed the case.
Gojo Satoru, dressed as usual, peeked out from the crack in the door, his head covered by a soft, fluffy tuft of white hair that looked almost too cute to touch.
He said with a grin, "Good evening, or..."
It's easy to tell from his expression that he was in a good mood.
I reckon if he hadn't been wearing a blindfold, I might have even seen him wink.
"Mr. Gojo, please come in," I said.
When he pushed the door open and entered, I noticed that he was carrying a bag of Xijiufu (a type of fruit). He handed it to me very naturally, and I took it very naturally as well.
Then I looked down—
Goodness, it really is the edamame and cream flavor that Teacher Gojo always raves about.
I placed the bag of Xijiufu on the dining table to the right of the door, and when I turned around, Gojo Satoru was already sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.
I also went around to sit down and asked, "Did the teacher go to the palace?"
Miyagi is my hometown, the place where I grew up for sixteen years.
But now it has become the only piece of land I am reluctant to return to.
I still love it.
I would also say that my love for Miyagi far surpasses that for Tokyo and Kanagawa Prefecture.
I love it because I have a blood connection to that land that runs through my veins, a connection that cannot be severed at will.
I can't change that initial bond, but right now, I can't change that awkward and twisted part of my personality either.
“That’s obvious,” Gojo Satoru said, turning his head to ask me, “Want to guess why I went to Sendai to buy Kikufuku?”
I:? ? ?
What's there to guess, teacher? Isn't it because you like to eat it? I've noticed you buy quite a lot of it regularly.
Gojo Satoru flicked my forehead: "Be smart, or... Although I really like it, there must be other reasons why I asked you this."
I asked cautiously, "...For example?"
"For example, today I remembered the first time we met, or you said you were from Miyagi, and then I thought of Kikufuku from Sendai."
"..."
I still think it's just because you wanted to eat it, teacher.
"I really remembered the first time I met Kazuo."
I was silently complaining to myself when I was startled by his suddenly lowered and more serious voice.
Gojo Satoru leaned forward, bent over, and rested his arms on his knees. He said something and then suddenly leaned back, as if recalling something. "Not just the first time, but many, many more times after that, the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth time we met."
"..."
I realized the atmosphere had changed. So I remained silent, wondering if I should say something.
However, the next second, Gojo Satoru reached out and tugged at my hair. His lips curled up into a familiar smile, and in that instant, he completely reclaimed his childish willfulness.
The faint, nostalgic atmosphere that had just lingered vanished completely.
Gojo Satoru was still smiling. He said, "You were really decisive when you left the vocational high school. You were even more decisive than I imagined."
He said it in a joking and childish way, as if it were just a casual remark and not worth taking seriously, but I inexplicably felt a sense of reproach.
It was as if he was blaming me for walking so resolutely without even looking back at him.
...
It's as if they're still talking.
He would have tried his best to keep me if I had just looked back at him once.
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