Chapter 69
"fishing?"
Gojo Satoru's attention was successfully diverted to this kind of leisure activity that he had never experienced before.
Or rather, he was giving Kazuma Hatori a way out.
After all, the other party seemed well-behaved and innocent, and even had a hint of guilt that made it hard to blame them.
You can't blame him for his talent... Gojo Satoru thought about it and realized that it wasn't really Hagoromo's fault either—the latter's brain worked quite well in missions, and his reactions were quick.
It's true that non-family-based sorcerers will have a harder time understanding at first. It's just a simple spell. Once he teaches it a few more times in a different way, they'll definitely grasp the knack quickly!
"Yes, fishing is a lot of fun."
Kazuma Hatori was also glad that he had successfully changed the subject.
"What exactly makes it interesting?"
Gojo asked curiously.
"The joy of fishing lies in, well..."
After thinking carefully for a long time, Kazuma Hatori slowly answered.
"You never know what you'll catch with your next cast, or how long it will take to catch anything."
Gojo Satoru: “…………”
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow in confusion: "This sounds like... well, it's not just fish that can be caught?"
“There aren’t only fish floating in the river. But once, I thought I’d caught a big fish, and after struggling with it for ages, I finally managed to reel it in little by little…”
Kazuma Hatori recalled the handsome Daigo from last time, who was holding a fishing rod in one hand and angrily waving his fist at the air a few times with the other. A hint of a smile involuntarily crept into his words.
"And what you caught was a stool?"
Gojo Satoru followed this line of thought and made a guess.
"No, it was indeed a big fish that we caught. But it was too strong and broke free of the hook." Kazuma Hatori shook his head slightly, revealing the answer.
"After the line was completely pulled back, we found that only the fish's mouth was still hanging on the hook."
Gojo Satoru burst out laughing on the spot.
"I'll give it a try, I'm free tonight anyway. But come on, I've never fished before, so don't make fun of me—or I'll eat your fried meat patties for lunch tomorrow!"
The school uniform jacket had no pockets, so he habitually put his hands in his pants pockets, tilted his head and thought for a moment, realizing that he really had no reason to refuse, so he readily agreed.
It would be a good opportunity for him to experience the novelty and fun of fishing.
Is it even more fun than playing video games?
As for what is needed for fishing, Gojo Satoru had no idea. So, he was led by Hatori Kazuma to the fishing tackle street he was familiar with to buy all the fishing rods, lines, hooks, bait, plastic buckets and other accessories suitable for beginner river fishing.
It was the first time Gojo Satoru had realized that there were so many intricacies involved in fishing rods, hooks, and bait, and that different styles had to be chosen depending on the type of fish and the fishing area.
Since they were just fishing for fun, Kazuma Hatori bought a fishing rod, Ise-ni hooks, and soft-tailed floats, following the habits of the previously beautiful Daigo, and gave them to Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru seemed to find even the preparations for fishing interesting. He happily carried the fishing rod that Hatori Kazuma had bought for him and followed behind, while in his other hand he carried a bright red plastic bucket that was completely out of character for him, which he would use to put his catch later.
If those old folks from the Gojo family saw this, they'd probably be fuming for who knows how long, haha.
Gojo Satoru already felt his interest piqued. Such a highly engaging entertainment activity in reality was rare, and he even felt a strange sense of anticipation and excitement filling his mind—making him secretly determined to catch a lot of fish this time!
Wait, why is it "this time it's a must"?
The pair of pale eyes behind the sunglasses blinked blankly. Gojo Satoru, puzzled, pondered for a long time and could only attribute it to his competitive spirit, which was why he wanted to show off his skills in fishing... That must be it!
While lost in thought, Gojo Satoru followed the figure in front of him and suddenly realized that he had walked into a familiar, rich, sweet smell—the aroma of cream and sugar mixed together!
Looking up, I realized they had entered the dessert shop, and Kazumasa Hatori was pointing at a beautifully shaped mango mousse, asking the shop assistant to wrap it up for him.
"...Huh? Fish eat mousse too??"
Just moments ago, Gojo Satoru was engrossed in his fishing adventures when he blurted out this.
Then, Gojo Satoru saw that Hagoromo Kazuma also had a bag of fruit candies in various flavors, which he handed to him after paying for the mango mousse.
"These are sweets I've prepared for you when we go fishing later."
It's not for the fish, it's for you.
Those dark eyes blinked slowly, and Gojo Satoru felt as if he could vaguely glimpse a hint of amusement floating within them—a mixture of barely suppressed laughter and earnest teasing.
"…………"
The words "I want to eat too" that were about to be uttered were silently swallowed back by Gojo Satoru. He then stared at the beautifully packaged cardboard box and looked up at the person.
He felt a strong urge to grumble at the person, "Since it was bought for me, why didn't you ask me before buying it?" But on the other hand, if he had to choose, he would indeed choose mango mousse from among these desserts...
And that bag of round, big fruit candies too.
Damn it, I have this strange feeling that I'm being manipulated, like there's a sweet cotton candy stuck in my chest.
With those completely black sunglasses obscuring his view, Gojo Satoru's dry, non-aggressive stare went unnoticed by Hato Kazuma.
Instead, it was his posture of carrying a bucket in one hand and a fishing rod in the other that led Kazuma Hatake to mistakenly believe that Gojo Satoru's prolonged stillness was an indication that he had no hands to catch it.
Then he showed a slight look of realization, bent down, and considerately placed the cardboard box directly into the red bucket that would be used to hold the fish later, which indirectly meant that Gojo Satoru was carrying it.
Gojo Satoru: “…………”
Now it looks more like it's meant to be fed to the fish.
No, this is what he's going to eat later, so this is the spoils he caught before he even started fishing.
Gojo Satoru blinked, unable to describe his feelings.
If I had to describe it... the cotton candy stuck in my chest had gotten even bigger.
In contrast, Kazuma Hato didn't see anything wrong with it at all—regardless of how many playthroughs Gojo Satoru was on, he believed that the other party would never be willing to sit by the river for a long time without wanting to eat some snacks.
If the beautiful Da Wu loves to eat it, then the beautiful Xiao Wu surely won't dislike it either, right?
Kazuma Hatori would buy these things along with his fishing gear, which was a conditioned reflex he developed after going fishing with the handsome Daigo so many times.
I always feel like something's missing if I don't buy some desserts while I'm at it.
Ah, but seeing that pretty little Wu is standing still for so long, it's possible that she doesn't want to eat the mango mousse.
So, Kazuma Hatori thoughtfully asked him again.
Is there anything else you'd like to eat?
These words left Gojo Satoru speechless. After a long while, he puffed out his cheeks and muttered, "That's all!" He then strode to the entrance of the confectionery shop and stood there waiting for Hatori Kazuma to catch up.
Kazuma Hatori looked at the white hair that seemed to be sticking up even more in the distance and slowly typed a question mark.
Pretty Little Go is indeed different from Pretty Big Go; his emotions can change suddenly, making him somewhat unpredictable...
But she's still very cute.
Kazuma Hato and Satoru Gojo arrived at the Arakawa River. Based on their experience, they found a spot where it was relatively easy to catch fish and began assembling their fishing rods.
After he finished assembling his own, he was about to help Gojo Satoru assemble his, but he found that the other man was assembling the rod body, attaching the rod tip, adjusting the coil, fixing the float, and tying the hook. The whole set of movements was smooth and seamless.
His movements were so precise and skillful that you couldn't tell it was his first time going fishing.
When he saw that Kazuma Hatori was coming to help him, Gojo Satoru shrugged smugly at him, even his posture of pinching bait onto the fishing hook was very skillful.
"That's why I'm called a genius; I knew how to use this thing the moment I picked it up!"
He doesn't need to read the instructions or ask for help at all, haha, he's a natural-born fishing expert!
"oh……"
Kazuma Hatori's dark eyes widened in surprise. "That's really amazing."
As expected of Gojo Satoru, even at only 15 years old, he's still so skilled at fishing, even the way he casts the hook is almost identical.
Since he didn't need any help, Kazuma Hatake was able to sit comfortably in his own spot.
The setting sun was about to disappear from the horizon, and the entire river shimmered with a brilliant golden-red hue as it slowly, very slowly flowed towards its end.
He had only been studying at the Spellcasting Academy for a short time, and it was still springtime, with even the gentle breeze feeling cool.
There was a rustling sound nearby. It was Gojo Satoru who, after waiting for a while and seeing that no fish had taken the bait, started to open the large bag of candy and pick out the flavors to eat.
A moment later, a hand nudged Kazuma Hagoromo, signaling him to reach out and take it.
Here you go, this is your share.
"Oh, thank you."
Kazuma Hatori's gaze remained fixed on the river. He casually picked up the candy that Gojo Satoru had handed him, tore open the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.
Then, he stopped moving.
The reason why Pretty Daigo likes to buy candy at this store is that it makes fruit candies with a special taste that is slightly carbonated, rather than just plain fruit sweetness.
At this moment, the taste of apple soda filled his mouth.
Kazuma Hatori subconsciously turned to look at Satoru Gojo and found him crunching away at the candy—he didn't seem to be used to holding it in his mouth and letting it slowly melt, but rather to crushing it cleanly.
Noticing that Kazuma Hato was looking at him, Satoru Gojo stopped what he was about to do with the mango mousse and gave him an adorable tilt of his head, as if asking, "What's wrong?"
"Don't like apple flavor?"
Gojo Satoru said, "That's strange. I thought you would like apple-flavored candy."
Kazuma Hagoromo hesitated for a moment before replying with a question: "Why do you think I like apple flavor?"
"Oh, do I need a reason?... I just think this flavor suits you, there's no other reason."
After pondering for a moment in distress, Gojo gave up trying to find excuses for himself.
"If you don't like the apple flavor, just spit it out. There are many other flavors here, come and choose for yourself—"
Before Gojo could shake Kazuma Hatori's shoulder, seemingly trying to persuade him not to force himself to vomit, Kazuma Hatori pursed his lips tightly, determined not to vomit no matter what.
"No, I like it very much."
After Gojo Satoru bit into the candy, Hato Kazuma finally answered.
The words he spoke were filled with the sweet aroma of apples.
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