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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 5: Old Times
I read few books, don't lie to me.

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After the fight with Satoru, both of them were covered in dirt, their red and white hair were covered in dirt, and their clothes were covered in dirt.

After spring came, the air became humid, and the melted snow water after the snowfall made the soil even more moist. As a result, the wet soil stuck to the clothes, skin and hair of the two people one after another. They looked like two puppies in a mess.

After Satoru howled that loudly, Yayoi was confused and stunned. The twelve-year-old red-haired girl had no idea what the hell this idiot was howling.

Taking advantage of Yayoi's daze, Satoru freed himself from her hands and rolled up his sleeves to avenge his shame. However, Yayoi's reflexes were much better than he expected, and the two were fighting again.

Suguru had a headache and had to use a cursed technique to release cursed spirits to pull the two of them away. The released cursed spirit was punched by Yayoi in the face. Please note that the cursed spirit's face was distorted. The cursed spirit next to Satoru was even worse. It was almost exorcised. Two cursed spirits ran to him and cried on the spot.

Because he didn't want to scare Yayoi, he also specially chose a cursed spirit that looked more like a human. It had little attack power and was mainly used to restrain enemies.

Well, even though it may not look very good, and its strength may not be very good either, it wouldn't scare people.

This also had another purpose, to test Yayoi.

How strong was this redhead?

Suguru's eyes were dull, and he came back to his senses and looked at Yayoi carefully up and down again.

Too clean.

Even ordinary people who were not sorcerers would leak the power of magic for various reasons, but Yayoi had no cursed energy at all, as if... the lake was so calm that it had never wavered, and there had never been even a little ripple.

Since the cursed spirit couldn't be seen, the punch was probably just based on feeling, but her senses were sharp enough to feel the presence of the cursed spirit... it was too much.

Heavenly Restriction?

Suguru couldn't help but touch his face. It turned out that she was still merciful.

Ah, hiss—

It hurt him so much.

Anyway, he finally got it.

The two of them were covered in dirt and looked like two puppies that had rolled in the mud. It was the first time he saw his friend's deflated aura. He almost had new abdominal muscles when he couldn't hold back his laughter. He picked up his phone and took a few pictures again.

Satoru reached out to grab the phone, but Suguru stuffed the phone into his pocket before him.

"Suguru..." Satoru's pale blue eyes were almost on fire, and the small sunglasses originally worn on the bridge of his nose had disappeared.

If Satoru was quiet without sunglasses, he would look like a world-famous painting of tranquility. But such moments were rare and last no more than three seconds, because this man looked more like a dog than a human.

Not surprisingly, Suguru was rubbed all over by his friend, and both of them received Yayoi's disgusted looks.

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Yayoi ended up being late for school. She was late today after a fight a few days ago. The teacher scolded her and asked her to write a 2,500-word self-reflection letter without hesitation.

Just listening to the number of words made Yayoi's head hurt. The little redhead was listless all day long, lying on the desk limply.

During the lunch break, Yayoi sat on the rooftop sighing while holding the bento made by her mother.

Misako came over and rubbed her red hair, and said in an old-fashioned way, "Why are you sighing at such a young age?"

Yayoi took out the tempura from the lunch box and stuffed it into Misako's mouth, "Eat your meal."

Misako swallowed the tempura in her mouth, shaking the yakisoba bread in her hand, "I'm eating now."

Misako stuck out her tongue, "I don't have as gentle a mother as you."

Misako's eyelashes drooped down, and the wind on the rooftop lifted her hair and swept across her smooth forehead. The layers of clouds in the sky came and went, and the light and shadow underneath disappeared.

"My parents were too busy quarreling to care about me." Misako's expression suddenly became gloomy, and her lips pressed together tightly.

Yayoi loosened the chopsticks in her hand unconsciously, then tightened her fingers, and another piece of tempura entered Misako's mouth.

"I'll give you half of the bento," Yayoi said, "my stomach is a little full today."

Misako was stunned, moved her mouth, swallowed the tempura into her stomach, then hugged Yayoi's neck and gave her a mouthful of "smack" on her face, "Sure enough, little redhead, you are my true love! Get out of here, you dog men!"

Yayoi wanted to say that I should like boys, and then stuffed a few vegetable leaves into Misako's mouth.

Misako was different from Yayoi, a dull little red-haired girl. The girl was eloquent and always fooled Yayoi into being stunned. When chatting, she could talk all day long even if she was next to Yayoi who listened more than talked.

From her favorite clothes to cute hairpins, and from popular stars to the current trends, Misako's topics jumped around. Yayoi sat next to her and listened, interjecting a few words from time to time, and the two chatted together.

The lunch break passed quickly, and before the school bell rang, Misako suddenly said, "There have been several murders in Saitama County recently, and the bodies were not complete when they were discovered."

Yayoi paused and suddenly heard Misako continue, "Yayoi, you have to be careful."

Yayoi was puzzled.

"Because the place where the murder happened is very close to your home." Misako grabbed Yayoi's cheek, and the little redhead face felt surprisingly good, "How come you don't care about anything!"

Yayoi was speechless, speechless in every sense of the word.

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At least her mother didn't have to be called if she was late.

Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief and made up her mind to stay away from the two idiots who made her write a self-reflection.

As a result, that night, when Yayoi took a shower and put on pajamas to prepare for bed, the glass window of the room was suddenly knocked, and a familiar face appeared in front of the glass window. The moonlight seemed to be cut into fine pieces of silver foil, fell into those pale blue eyes, made them appear extraordinarily deep.

The amber eyes and the pale blue eyes looked at each other for a few seconds. The other person pushed up his sunglasses, and the blue eyes were completely blocked by the sunglasses and disappeared.

Yayoi thought for a while, and with the face of a good girl, she gestured to Satoru with an international friendly gesture that she learned when she was fighting with bad students. Satoru was so angry that he gestured to her through the glass window. The exact same gesture — two people holding up their middle fingers in the air.

Yayoi decisively closed the curtains.

The glass on the window was knocked louder and the banging was endless. Just listening to the posture sounded like the glass window was being beaten like a drum set.

Yayoi opened the curtains, and the boy in front of the window opened and closed his mouth. Yayoi knew that he was saying, "Open the window for me."

Yayoi slowed down her speech so that he could tell what she was talking about through the movement of her lips — 'pervert'.

Knocked on the window of a female junior high school student late at night, what was it if it's not a pervert?

Satoru exploded, and Yayoi saw the two fingers he stretched out through the transparent glass window, but they were suddenly broken off.

There was a high school boy with black hair and a bun outside the glass window.

Suguru breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was quick, otherwise the house would have exploded in a physical sense.

The veins on Satoru's forehead popped out. He was obviously very angry. In the past, he was the only one who could make others mad.

It's not that the time of retribution had not come yet, God would spare no one in reincarnation. Suguru really felt that Yayoi, who made Satoru fall over three times and four times, was his retribution.

This was the first time he saw Satoru who was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot. Oh no, it was the second time. He had already seen it once this morning.

Suguru squeezed Satoru's fingers tightly to prevent him from formed seals to blow up the house. While dealing with his irritable friend, he gave Yayoi as friendly a smile as possible. But he didn't know that in Yayoi's eyes, these two people were just dog men who stayed up late at night and ran outside her room to show off their affection.

Look at those two hands locked together.

If you said you didn't have anything, I never believe it.

Yayoi felt that if she didn't open the window tonight, Satoru would have to knock a hole out of the window in her room, so Yayoi opened the window.

Satoru looked at the little redhead up and down, as if a cat was incompatible with a dog, and wanted to pounce on her for a fight, but Suguru from behind held his arm tightly.

"Sorry, Yayoi-chan, for bothering you so late." Suguru said sincerely that he was sorry.

With dead eyes, Yayoi gestured for them to come in, turned around and walked into the room. With a click, the door closed and Yayoi left the room.

Suguru was very confused and didn't understand what the little redhead was going to do.

When Suguru jumped into the window, he asked Satoru to take off his shoes. The little redhead's house was a traditional Japanese style house. The floor of the room was covered with tatami mats. It was difficult to deal with it if it got dirty.

Satoru snorted, raised his long legs and was about to step down. The door of the room was pushed open at this moment. Yayoi was holding a tray. On the tray were two cups of steaming ginger tea and two plates of dessert, strawberry-flavored daifuku.

There's nothing good about this little redhead, except that the desserts were very satisfying.

Even Satoru had to admit this.

Yayoi looked at Satoru's long legs hung in the air, "Take off your shoes, or I won't feed you."

Satoru: "..."

Suguru: "...pfft." Hold it back, could not laugh, ah, I'm laughing.

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The weather in early spring was still chilly. After night fell, the temperature was much lower than during the day. The moment the window was opened, the cold air flowed into the room. The sudden temperature difference made Yayoi shiver.

Yayoi looked at the two high school boys who stayed up late at night and came to her house to harass her. After all, she still couldn't bear to leave them outside in the cold wind. After opening the window, she motioned for the two of them to come in. Then she turned to the kitchen and poured two glasses. After making hot tea, she entered the room and saw Satoru's dirty soles about to step on the tatami in her room.

The right thing to do was to leave them outside.

Yayoi thought.

Satoru had a stinky face, and he took off his shoes and sat on the tatami, chewed the daifuku with his mouth open.

Suguru didn't expect this guy to be able to do things well in his current state. He didn't fight with the little redhead on the spot thanks to the daifuku in the plate. In order to further appeased this guy who might explode on the spot at any time, Suguru had no choice but to reluctantly give up his share to this guy.

The glass windows inside and outside the house were covered with a thin layer of fog due to the temperature difference. Yayoi's room faced the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, and the cherry blossom tree could be seen through the thinly fogged glass. The blurry outline looked like a pink cloud.

The ginger tea in the tea cup was still steaming, and a layer of moisture formed along the rim of the cup. Thin snowflakes began to fall outside the window.

After drank a cup of tea, Suguru felt warm all over after running around for a day.

"Why do you come to me in the middle of the night?" Yayoi said.

Suguru hesitated for a moment. Yayoi looked clueless. He couldn't feel any cursed energy from her body, and she couldn't even see the cursed spirits. Excluding the strange power and five senses that were more developed than sorcerers, Yayoi was completely ordinary girl.

Ah no, the three combined factors could no longer say that she was an 'ordinary person'. It was not impossible to insist on saying that she was an ordinary person, but it would be nice if her maternal grandfather's family was not the Kawabata family.

"Yayoi-chan, do you know what your grandfather's family did?" Suguru asked tentatively.

Yayoi thought for a while, "It seems to be a dancing master."

Suguru: "...that's the sorcerer."

Yayoi paused, then looked at Suguru suspiciously, "Why do you know that my maternal ancestors are 'sorcerers'?"

She didn't even know.

Yayoi silently moved herself farther away from the two high school boys.

Suguru: "...we have no ill intentions."

Yayoi's face was full of distrust. That guy next to you wanted to beat me up this morning. Although he didn't win, he sneaked into other people's houses late at night. I didn't believe you.

The little redhead moved herself further, her beautiful eyes full of "don't touch me".

Satoru gulped the daifuku in his mouth, and looked at Yayoi with his blue eyes, "You know Haruna Kawabata, right?"

Yayoi knew it, of course. Haruna was her mother's name, and Kawabata was her mother's surname before she got married. After she got married, her mother's name was Haruna Amamiya. After left that person, her mother changed her surname back to 'Kawabata'.

Yayoi thought about changing her last name to 'Kawabata', the same as her mother, so that Yayoi would be Yayoi Kawabata.

But her mother said that Yayoi's last name was still Amamiya, and she didn't want Yayoi to give up her 'father' surname.

"Although the Kawabata family is not as good as the Big Three Families, it was also a famous family of sorcerers in this area during the Edo period. It began to decline at the end of the Meiji era, and was already in a state of decline at the beginning of the Showa era. There are very few children born with cursed techniques, almost in a state of semi-retirement, and after a few decades this family basically disappeared."

"Your mother is an ordinary person without cursed energy." Satoru said, "But your grandfather was, which meant your grandfather was the last sorcerer of the Kawabata family."

The small black sunglasses slid between the bridge of his nose, and his pale blue eyes looked at Yayoi without blinking. He stretched out his fingers to wipe the frosting from the corners of his mouth, "But I don't rule out that you are inherited from another generation."

Yayoi paused, then suddenly raised her head, her big eyes were confused, "Aren't you a master dancer?" Why did you use such a scientific word as 'skipping inheritance'?

Suguru: "...it has been said that sorcerers are not skilled in dancing."

"...do you want to fight?" The white-haired boy gritted his teeth. No matter how he looked at this little redhead, he didn't like it.

Suguru pinched his eyebrows tiredly, stretched out his hand to strangle Satoru's neck, and pulled his head over, "She is a junior high school student, Satoru, don't worry about her."

Satoru gritted his teeth: "...I don't!"

Suguru: "...for daifuku's sake, don't argue with her."

Satoru: "..."

Suguru squinted at the daifuku on the tray on the tatami.

Satoru: "..." Not to mention, this redhead's daifuku was really delicious.

"You've been shopping around today and couldn't find daifuku with the same taste, right?" Suguru added in a reasonable and timely manner.

Satoru: "..."
D*mn.

"Yayoi-chan, could you please tell us about your mother?"

At this moment, Yayoi looked at them not only with suspicion, but also with deep vigilance.

Suguru: "...I promise, we really have no ill intentions."

After spoke, he elbowed Satoru, who was about to finish the second daifuku, "That's right, Satoru."

"Uh huh hmmh?" The big white cat with daifuku stuffed in its mouth slurred.

Yayoi thought for a long time before speaking, "It is illegal to abduct minors and married women."

Suguru: "...we are also minors."

Why should minors bother minors, right?

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