Chapter 103: It’s nice to get caught in the rain together in Namimori Town ^ ^
"Gokudera-san."
"What?" In contrast to the impatient and bad tone of the person being called, he naturally moved over.
Tsunayoshi Sawada, who excitedly came forward to congratulate the baseball team that Takeshi Yamamoto was on for winning the game, was also attracted by the noise here. The two people who were originally talking turned around and looked over.
It was a subconscious action, as if he was caught whispering to this guy.
Inexplicably, a sense of unease emerged.
Gokudera Hayato cleared his throat for no reason, then deliberately raised his voice and asked again in a harsh tone, "What are you doing?"
The guy, who was hiding the lower half of his face with a magazine in his hand, only showing his two green eyes, said in a muffled voice from behind: "What would Mukudera-san do if he found it raining outside when he went out?"
"Huh?" The player responded with a slightly rising tongue-tickling sound.
Fushimi Kyoji flipped the magazine over and pointed it at him. "It's a personality test. The answers you choose will reveal what kind of person you are."
"…Why should I rely on a question and answer in a magazine to know who I am?"
Gokudera Hayato glanced at it briefly, and the player immediately blocked his view: "Choose according to your first thought."
I thought Hayato Gokudera would say something like 'boring' based on his personality. Perhaps because everyone was so happy after Yamamoto Takeshi's baseball victory, Hayato Gokudera had no particular expression on his face. He just pouted and said, "What's all this?"
A. Holding an umbrella, B. Taking a car, C. Going out in the heavy rain, D.
Hayato Gokudera repeated these answers in his mouth, feeling that each option was similar. Anyone who believed that this kind of question and answer could really test one's personality was simply stupid.
"Ah, option B? Let me see..."
Fushimi Kyoji flipped back a page and read out the answer: "Choose option B. You are easily swayed by your emotions. Impulsiveness is your best fuel, which sometimes leads to thoughtless actions."
From the moment the player said the first conclusion, Hayato Gokudera wanted to refute, but he inexplicably held himself back and didn't say a word. His face looked very bad, as if he was saying, "I wonder what else he can say."
"...At the same time, choosing to travel by car on rainy days also reveals a cautious side to you. You have a broad perspective and consciously try to compensate for the calmness and rationality in your character." After reading the character analysis word for word, the player raised his head. Hayato Gokudera made no comment on the answer, only a 'tsk' sound.
"So, so—" The player looked left and right, trying to read the answer from his face, "Will Mukudera-san feel like he's been hit by something?"
"Boring." Gokudera Hayato turned his face away and did not answer, saying coolly, "Anyway, you just want to have fun with me."
"Ah, I've been discovered." Fushimi Kyoji covered his face with a magazine and looked at him tentatively. "Are you angry?"
"I'm not that fragile." Looking at Hayato Gokudera's expression, it seems that he really didn't take it to heart. "This kind of thing doesn't matter to me. Laugh if you want to."
"Eh... I was surprisingly treated with such leniency."
I thought I would see an angry reaction after asking further questions. After all, the impression that Hayato Gokudera gave people was never that he had a good temper.
Gokudera Hayato glanced at her sideways and asked in a tone that was clearly displeased: "Am I the kind of person who is mean to my friends in your mind?"
"Well, to a friend... probably not?" The scene of the other party pinching Rambo's tail and lifting him upside down appeared in front of her eyes, and her answer was particularly tactful.
The player's hesitation seemed to be understood as something else, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Hayato Gokudera paused slightly, and the angle of his face turned sideways allowed the player to see his slightly tense jawline.
"So," he frowned, as if he didn't know how to correct the player. In the end, he simply stared at the person in front of him with as nonchalant an expression as possible, "You can definitely be more unscrupulous."
"...Since we are friends." Hayato Gokudera said the rest of the words very vaguely.
Fushimi Kyoji stretched out his hand: "Give me 100 million yen."
"Hello!"
Gokudera Hayato shouted a warning to the guy who was getting too aggressive, and then a suspicious look appeared on his face: "...Are you trying to change the subject?"
“…”
The player suddenly held up the magazine and waved to the little leader standing with Yamamoto Takeshi in the distance: "Sawada-san!"
Being completely ignored, Hayato Gokudera rarely showed any signs of anger. Instead, he muttered to himself in a good mood, "...Humph, you're not as calm as you appear."
He crossed his arms and this time chose not to separate himself from Sawada Tsunayoshi who heard the call and walked towards them uncertainly.
Yamamoto Takeshi, who had followed, joined the conversation with familiarity and raised his right hand enthusiastically: "What are you talking about? Mind adding me?"
His curious eyes shifted from the two people to the face of Hayato Gokudera, who looked slightly impatient.
"What do you think we were talking about?" He habitually retorted, perfunctorily, "It's just that guy saying some nonsense again, making fun of me."
"He often talks nonsense, and I don't know which of his words are serious. ... It's really infuriating."
Gokudera Hayato couldn't help but click his tongue, but he saw that Yamamoto Takeshi, who had originally looked interested, was looking at him with a somewhat surprised expression.
The uncomfortable gaze lasted for a while before the athletic boy finally smiled brightly, saying, somewhat dazedly, "Oh! You really care about Fushimi."
"ha?"
I forgot, there is a guy here who speaks incomprehensible words.
The questions and answers in the magazine picked up from the audience were very interesting, but when Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at him with an unexpectedly happy look, Kyoji Fushimi became uncertain again.
You can tell at a glance that it's Sawada Tsunayoshi who's usually the one caught in the rain: "Uh, uh..."
He hesitated, his eyelashes fluttering from time to time. Noticing the player also looking at him, he shuddered and mumbled, "Eh, let's go out in the rain!"
"What if it's something very urgent..." he stammered.
"Hmm, the person who chose C..." The player pretended to turn the page and announced the answer, "He's unlucky."
"Eh!?" Sawada Tsunayoshi was shocked and angry, "No way!"
Although I probably just don't want to accept this result, it is the fact.
"For those of you who choose to go out in the rain, the sense of urgency and uncertainty is more tormenting than the risk to your health. Your desire for external affirmation also gives you the courage to go all out."
Ah, I can probably imagine Sawada Tsunayoshi's reaction if I repeat the answer word for word.
This is to prevent the other person's face from turning red like a steaming tomato, and then stammering to explain, causing the topic to fall into an endless cycle.
"Hmm~hmm." The player only made a short sound to express denial, enjoying Sawada Tsunayoshi's wonderful expression of disbelief as he asked her for confirmation.
"It must be a lie, woo!"
Gokudera Hayato snorted and joined the conversation: "Tenth generation, don't believe that guy's nonsense."
"So I was teased again!" Sawada Tsunayoshi was ashamed and angry.
Yamamoto Takeshi didn't join in their conversation, nor did he interrupt. His curious eyes fell on the person who started the conversation. Only after the topic ended and several people were preparing to leave the audience, he said in a voice that could only be heard from someone very close: "The game just now..."
He stopped talking after obviously not finishing half of the sentence, as if waiting for the player's reaction.
Ah, is she supposed to say something now?
For example, making some amateur comments on his performance on the court.
As a player on the field, Takeshi Yamamoto should not have time to pay attention to who is not watching him.
Lack of interest in most competitive sports results in players not focusing on the field beyond the initial shot.
Yamamoto Takeshi blinked after hearing the player's answer, easily accepting the explanation. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Well, it seems my plan to get information from Fushimi about my performance has been dashed."
"Hmm, I guess I was being overly sentimental..." His slightly distressed muttering caught the player's attention. Yamamoto Takeshi looked back frankly, "Nothing."
Thinking of the several rounds of cheering that had been hard to ignore not long ago, Fushimi Kyoji belatedly touched his earlobe and said, "I heard some cheering. It must have been quite exciting."
"Everyone is very enthusiastic." Yamamoto Takeshi agreed, his pure eyes slightly lowered, slightly covering his pupils, "...but there are still some differences."
Before I could ask what he meant by "different", Yamamoto Takeshi's attention seemed to be attracted by other things and he pointed at the magazine held by the player.
"Oh, what is this?"
It seemed like a polite question, and after the player answered, Yamamoto Takeshi didn't show much interest.
Oh, the above is just the players' conjecture.
After the player mentioned that Sawada Tsunayoshi and Gokudera Hayato had also answered the personality test, Yamamoto Takeshi paused for a moment, then immediately responded cheerfully, "Okay!"
"Hmm... IQ test? This is totally not my area of expertise." The overly natural boy rubbed his forehead and said with a little distress.
"So, what's the answer?" The player asked, thinking that he had given the other party too much time to think.
Perhaps because the sudden approach was beyond his expectation, Yamamoto Takeshi unconsciously opened his eyes wide and whispered with lingering fear: "...How scary."
"If you don't cooperate, Yamamoto-san, you'll soon see something even scarier."
Yamamoto Takeshi obediently made a low gesture of surrender, but even this action, which could not be called a threat, had no deterrent effect on him.
He showed an embarrassment on his face: "Even if you say so..."
"I can't imagine it," he said half sighingly. Yamamoto Takeshi put his hand over his brow, blocking out the not-so-bright sunlight, and looked into the distance. "Maybe if there's a heavy rain now, I'll know what to choose."
"Hmm, it's better if it doesn't rain." After thinking for a while, as if he had made some serious decision, Yamamoto Takeshi held his chin and said seriously.
"Wouldn't Fushimi find it inconvenient on rainy days?"
He made a swinging motion with a baseball bat, then loosened his grip. His eyelids drooped, partially covering his pupils. "Rain means all outdoor activities are forced to end. There's nothing we can do."
"I really like baseball." The player extracted the key points from the conversation.
"For me, who used to think baseball was everything, that's what happened." In contrast to the unwavering and unwavering response to his love for baseball, a low murmur echoed, "As expected, I don't really like rainy days that much."
"The wind and rain are both disruptive. I can't fully concentrate on training. How should I put it?" Yamamoto Takeshi continued smiling, his voice revealing his genuine distress. "It's a bit annoying."
"Oh!" the player exclaimed in surprise, as if discovering a new world, applying the personality label they had just seen to Yamamoto Takeshi. "So Yamamoto-kun prefers to take control of situations and hates people who are uncontrollable."
"Isn't it strange that I possess the Death Flame with rain attributes but don't like rainy days?" Yamamoto Takeshi leaned forward towards the player, and the distance between the two people shortened. He asked as if he realized it belatedly.
As they got closer, they could easily see a corner of the magazine in the player's hand. Yamamoto Takeshi looked at her with interest: "What will Fushimi choose?"
"Well, because you seem very interested in the questions." He frankly explained the reason for asking.
Eh, suddenly I became the one being asked.
The player thought for a moment and said, "Well... let's just make the weather clear up."
"Haha, there shouldn't be such an option?" Yamamoto Takeshi said naturally.
"Isn't it possible?" the player asked, sliding his index finger along the side of his face. "Even if we can't stop the rain, getting wet in the rain isn't bad."
Yamamoto Takeshi realized: "Oh, have you given up on yourself? I didn't expect you to be more inclined to let things take their course."
"Hmm... or should it be called letting it flow naturally?" He was very interested in this.
"I don't want to worry about something I can't change," the player agreed.
"So that's what you think?" Yamamoto Takeshi's other emotions disappeared quickly and were replaced by a look of delight. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said something quite natural and sarcastically, "If the two of us get drenched in the rain together."
"Maybe rainy days aren't so bad after all."
The player mercilessly reminded him: "Sorry, it's sunny now?"
"Hmm... How about using the rain-attributed Death Flame to brew a rainstorm?" He made a suggestion whose authenticity could not be distinguished.
Fushimi Kyoji looked at the two people walking in front of him and pointed at the unlucky guy who would definitely be the first to vomit his soul and go crazy: "Sawada-san will cry."
Yamamoto Takeshi stroked the short hair at the back of his head with one hand: "Ah? Hahahaha, I can only apologize to Tsuna."
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