Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 18
Chapter 18: Azukiarai
What are you talking about, you redhead?!
July 2005, Hot Spring Town, Yamanashi Prefecture
The summer sun was very dazzling very hot, standing in the sun for a long time, and even produce a feeling of being burned.
Yayoi could not help but reach out her hand. Five fingers spread, the shadow of the palm fell on Yayoi's face, the golden sunlight poured down from the fingers. The sight of a trance, as if someone opened the incandescent lamp in the darkness for a moment. Yayoi couldn't help but tilt her head, tried to escape the sun above her head.
The layers of leaves seem to filter out the heat of summer, and the wind passed through the gap between the leaves was slightly cool, dispersed a little of the heat of summer.
The shade was so thick and luxuriant that only a few spots of light remained in the shadow. Unfortunately, Yayoi was sitting on the branch of the tree. She raised her eyes to the dazzling sun.
From the branches of the trees, the horizon of the paddy fields glistened in the sun, the ridge would divide the large pieces of fields into small pieces, the forest in this area was well protected, the people lived in this area seem to have a certain belief in something in the mountains. The verdant trees could be seen, and from a distance, Yayoi could see bright reds in the rich emerald green, which was a torii built in the forest.
"Yayoi,"
Yayoi heard her mother calling to her in the distance, and the sound of her mother's calling came back and forth from the paddy field.
The red-haired little girl jumped down from the branches with dexterity like a cat, and stood up to the stone statue of the Bodhisattva of the Great Vow under the tree. The expression of the stone statue was full of compassion.
Yayoi paused, and when the wind whirled past her ears, Yayoi turned and ran in the direction of the sound.
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This year's summer vacation had just begun. Yayoi and her mother received several hot spring coupons.
The hot spring towns in Yamanashi Prefecture were very famous, and countless tourists came from all over the country every year. Among the many hot spring hotels in Yamanashi Prefecture, one of them belonged to the Nozawa family.
Mrs. Nozawa was her mother's college classmate. According to her mother, Mrs. Nozawa and her mother were very good friends in college. They both like photography, have the same hobbies and join the same club. If her mother's health were better, she would not be married. If she were, she would probably become a traveler. Traveled around the world with a camera and took photos.
The hot spring coupons were sent by Mrs. Nozawa. Mrs. Nozawa also enthusiastically invited her mother to bring Yayoi as a guest. She also specifically stated in the letter that she would prepare sake, hot spring eggs, and local specialty products to entertain Haruna and Yayoi.
Mrs. Nozawa's appearance was a traditional Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko beauty, with gentle eyebrows and black hair tied behind her head with a fresh lily pinned on it, making her look dignified and beautiful.
Like everyone else, when she saw Yayoi brought over by her mother, Mrs. Nozawa subconsciously focused her eyes on Yayoi's bright red hair.
But Mrs. Nozawa just smiled gently, "Nice to meet you, Yayoi-chan."
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Nozawa." Yayoi said.
After that, Mrs. Nozawa and her mother chatted together, and the two old friends reunited after many years of separation. The two were very good friends back then. After just getting started, the conversation started to flow.
Mrs. Nozawa had a son who was about the same age as Yayoi and was in the second grade of junior high school in Yamanashi Prefecture.
When talking about her son, Mrs. Nozawa's beautiful brows couldn't help but frown, "Ah, children at this age are really rebellious, and it really gives parents a headache."
Mrs. Nozawa looked at the bright red head again, "Your Yayoi looks very well-behaved. Haruna doesn't seem to have such troubles."
Haruna rolled her eyes and said, "It's hard to say. I was only called over by her teacher last year."
Mrs. Nozawa looked a little surprised, "Really?"
Haruna nodded and smiled again, "Of course it's true, but no matter how naughty or mischievous she is, my Yayoi is still my treasure."
While her mother was talking to Mrs. Nozawa, Yayoi silently exited the room, leaving space for two old friends who had reunited after many years of separation.
It was said that the hot spring hotel in Mrs. Nozawa's family was passed down from Mr. Nozawa's grandfather's generation to Mr. Nozawa's generation.
Mr. Nozawa was an honest man who was not very good at running the ancestral business. Fortunately, he married a smart and capable wife, under the management of Mrs. Nozawa, the business of this hotel was booming.
The hot spring hotel passed down from his grandfather's generation was obviously older. The whole hotel was full of the quaint atmosphere of the past. Many facilities in the hotel could no longer be used. Not to mention that the ancient facilities were not suitable for today's living habits. The repair method also required some old craftsmen to repair it, so Mrs. Nozawa removed some inconveniences when repairing the hotel. On the one hand, it well preserved the simplicity of the hotel, and on the other hand, it facilitated the needs of guests.
Shishi-odoshi[1] kept knocking on the smooth stone slab, and the water flowing through the bamboo pipe was glowing with golden water.
Before Yayoi could walk out the door, she saw a dirty boy running in like a storm. His short hair was a little messy. The boy's clothes were covered with dust and there were minor scratches on his face.
When the boy saw the red-haired girl standing under the eaves, he was stunned for a moment.
The boy looked at himself and then at Yayoi, who was wearing a yukata. It was the yukata provided by Mrs. Nozawa's hotel. The clean plain color made Yayoi's red hair more vivid. The girl's eyes were clean and clear amber.
Then the boy turned around and ran into the house.
Yayoi: ???
Not long after, Mrs. Nozawa's helpless preaching voice and the boy's talking back came from behind.
"It's annoying!" The boy ran away passed Yayoi like the wind.
Yayoi: ???
Yayoi turned around and saw Mrs. Nozawa's expression of headache.
Yayoi didn't quite understand the meaning of 'rebellious period'. She only knew that every child would usher in this special period when growing up. The rising hormones in adolescence could cause children to rebel against their parents.
Considering her age, Yayoi was actually the kind of person who had survived the rebellious stage, but what was Yayoi doing in the 'rebellious stage'?
Oh, it seemed that the eldest brother-in-law gave Yayoi his many years of gambling experience and accumulated skills, and even took Yayoi to sneak out of the clan compound to gamble heavily. His luck in gambling was so terrible that he almost mortgaged his underwear after losing.
What was the result?
Yayoi thought about it, and it seemed that the eldest brother-in-law picked up a passing sea urchin head and cried. The sea urchin head pushed his face and told him to get lost. Yayoi sat under the eaves with the pastry wrapped in paper in her hand and listened to them all the time. After the cross talk, the sea urchin head reluctantly helped her eldest brother-in-law redeem his clothes.
Finally, her sister came over. When she saw Yayoi, she was obviously angry. Yayoi knew that her sister was angry and felt that she had done something wrong, so she honestly apologized to her sister. But her sister said that the wrong person was not Yayoi but her brother-in-law. She turned around, clenched her fist and struck the eldest brother-in-law in the face.
Her brother-in-law who was thrown away by her sister's fist flew out like a meteor and smashed through several walls.
Yayoi and the sea urchin head were stunned and dumbfounded.
Yayoi suddenly thought of Satoru again. The white cat looked like "I am the only one in the world" all day long, a typical rebellious boy.
Satoru's parents... would they also have such a headache?
Yayoi thought confusedly.
Then she accidentally bumped into someone.
Yayoi touched the painful nose and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The clothes on the back of her neck suddenly tightened. The scruff of Yayoi's neck of destiny was pinched. Her feet were slowly dangling in the air, and the collar of her back shirt was lifted up.
Yayoi: ???
Yayoi looked up and saw a familiar face.
The small sunglasses on the other person's face reflected white light, and the blue eyes of the sky met Yayoi's amber eyes, "How come I can see you, little redhead, wherever I go?"
Yayoi was held in Satoru's hand. Her amber eyes were blank, and her eyes were staring into Satoru's blue eyes. She thought to herself, 'I still want to ask, why could I see the two of you wherever I go?'.
Yayoi tilted her head, and as expected, she saw Suguru, who was also wearing a black uniform, behind Satoru. He narrowed his narrow eyes and said hello with a smile.
"Good day, Yayoi-chan." Suguru waved.
Yayoi raised her hand, "Good day."
"What are you doing here?" Yayoi tilted her head, "Traveling?"
"No, it's a mission." Suguru said with a smile.
"Don't you have summer vacation?" Yayoi suddenly remembered that it was still summer vacation.
Satoru put down Yayoi in his hands and angrily ruffled her red hair, "There is no such thing as summer vacation in Jujutsu High School!"
"Ah, I won't care if there is no summer vacation, but the rotten oranges at the top don't want to be human anymore, right?" Satoru got angrier as he thought about it, and while rubbed Yayoi's hair into a mess, he loudly said, "I'll kill them all someday."
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"Satoru, the sorcerer does not exist to kill oranges." Suguru corrected helplessly, "And I don't think there is anything wrong with the task itself. After all, the duty of the sorcerer is to protect ordinary people."
Satoru continued to rub Yayoi's red hair, "Hey, the weak guy is really troublesome!"
Yayoi bent down, and Satoru felt that his hands were empty. Yayoi lowered her body and slipped out quickly. She stretched out her hands to cover the red hair on her head, staying far away from Satoru to prevent him from harmed her hair again.
"If you want to kill orange, don't take it out on my hair." Yayoi angrily took off the hair tie that tied her red hair. After being put down by Satoru, the messy red hair became smooth in an instant.
"Taking care of your hair is troublesome." Yayoi started tying her hair.
Red hair was very rare. After rubbing it randomly just now, Satoru still had the feel of Yayoi's hair in his hand. It was very soft and smooth. After Yayoi took off the hair tie, the red hair splashed down like ink. It reached her shoulder, covered the fair and slender nape of her neck, made Satoru's right hand ready to move - wanting to ruffle Yayoi's red hair.
"Hey, why is Yayoi-chan here?" Suguru asked.
"Traveling during the holidays." Yayoi said what Satoru really wanted to do right now.
The corners of Suguru's eyes twitched, and Yayoi had already begun to tie her hair again. Yayoi didn't know when Satoru came around behind her. He stretched out his two itching claws, and moved his ten fingers restlessly, ready to touch Yayoi's newly smoothed hair.
—Super childish, Satoru.
Even Suguru, who was used to Satoru being childish every day, couldn't help but curse.
But how could Yayoi let Satoru succeed so easily? She tilted her head to avoid the obtrusive hands that Satoru extended. He stood on tiptoes and hit Satoru's chin with the top of her head, causing him to gasp in pain.
Well, Suguru could have expected the result.
These two people never stopped.
Suguru stared intently at Yayoi who deftly avoided Satoru's claws in the yard and the childish white hair chasing Yayoi. The little redhead's movements were very agile, even in a small yard, it did not prevent her from avoiding Satoru. The movements of his unpleasant claws were as dexterous as those of a cat born with pads.
Both of them were super naive.
Suguru thought.
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A long time ago, the hot springs town in this area were not as famous as they were now, and most of the people living here were poor people.
There was an ancient bridge that had been preserved in this area. It was not large in scale. It was just built over a small river. Both sides of the river bank were covered with reeds. As long as the wind blew, the reeds would make a rustling sound. The reeds would also rustle, and they would roll like waves.
The small river, covered by layers of reeds, extended into the mountain forest. A solitary bridge had been built over the small river, miraculously not decayed with the passage of time.
It was said that every midnight, there would be a rustling sound, like the sound of a woman washing beans by the river.
Yayoi blinked her eyes and looked at Satoru who was holding a handheld lamp. The lights were on in the dark night. The white-haired boy had a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. The sunglasses shed cold light in the dark night, illuminating Satoru's delicate face in a dark way.
"Why is it the sound of washing beans?" Yayoi raised her hand and asked.
"Most women at that time would wash beans under the bridge, but since the anti-Japanese movement began at the end of the Edo period, the riverbank under the bridge has become a temporary execution ground." Suguru answered Yayoi with a smile, "It is said that there are still souls washing beans under the bridge who are unwilling to leave, the Azukiarai."
"The dead souls don't eat, and it's useless even if they wash the beans." Yayoi was not afraid at all.
Satoru put the portable lamp in his hand on the tatami and pushed up the small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, "This is a late-night ghost story routine."
"Can't you sleep?" Yayoi felt that she had figured it out, and turned to look at Satoru, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"
"I didn't!" Satoru retorted with wide eyes.
"Then don't drag me to Yayoi-chan's room in the middle of the night to tell stories." Suguru held his forehead, and there were faint bruises under his eyes.
"Ghost stories are fun when we tell them together." Satoru said, slapping his thigh.
A sorcerer who specialized in exorcising cursed spirits, was actually afraid of ghosts. Yayoi found it amazing.
"Well." Suguru rubbed his brows to dispel a little sleepiness, "It would be nice if it was just a ghost story."
"Is there a cursed spirit?" Yayoi asked.
Satoru crossed his arms and said, "People in this area are in awe of ghosts and gods. In addition, the foot of the bridge was once used as a place of execution. Places with strong negative emotions are generally prone to breed curses, and curses are transformed into cursed spirits."
"A few days ago, the "window" detected the fluctuation of the cursed spirit, but the location was unclear." Satoru said, "There are a few people who traveled thousands of miles to go to Yamanashi Prefecture to soak in hot springs, and then died after soaking in the hot springs."
Yayoi: ???
Yayoi: "...I also took a bath in the hot spring today, and so did you two. Will we die?"
"It's possible." Satoru started to scare Yayoi.
"Oh, then I have to write a suicide note." Yayoi felt as stable as an old dog, "My cemetery must be far away from you."
Satoru curled his lips, "I'm not going to die, it's you, the little red-haired girl, who's dying."
"Then my epitaph should be engraved with the words 'Gojo and idiots are not allowed to worship'." Yayoi gave a dull eyes, she didn't want to go to the ground and still see Satoru having fun in front of her grave.
There was nothing to talk about that day, so they started fighting.
Satoru was dragged back to his room to sleep by Suguru, but at midnight, Yayoi opened her eyes and saw Satoru's enlarged face.
Yayoi: "...what are you doing?"
Satoru: "I can't sleep."
Yayoi: "Then why don't you go find Geto-san?"
You two were obviously a couple, why would you come here to harass a little redhead like her?
Satoru: "That guy Suguru is not loyal."
Suguru blocked the door with a cursed spirit and said that if Satoru harassed him again, he would release a cursed spirit and beat Satoru.
Yayoi understood, "You are afraid of ghosts."
Satoru: "...I'm not afraid."
Yayoi: "You're afraid."
Satoru: "I'm not afraid!"
Yayoi: "...then you go back to sleep."
Satoru said stubbornly, "I won't go back."
Yayoi was at a loss. She was sleepy and tired. After rubbing her eyes, she opened the quilt and spread it over for Satoru. Then she got into the quilt again, "Then let's sleep."
Satoru: ???
Satoru: !!!
What were you talking about, you redhead?!
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High School Satoru: Explosion on the spot.jpg
28 y.o Satoru: Yayoi, Yayoi, I'm afraid of dark room, I'm afraid of ghosts, let's sleep together~
Yayoi: Then...
Megumi: Itadori! Take your sister away quickly, I'll call the police!
Yuji: ???
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[1] A shishi-odoshi (called a sōzu when a water feature), or 'deer scarer', is the bamboo thing that goes donk, an occasional noise-maker previously designed to spook animals from your garden. Nowadays, they're used to add an oriental flair to gardens across the world. And scare pigeons.
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