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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 49: The Evening Sun
Midsummer and summer depression.

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*jingle*

The wind chimes under the eaves rotated in the wind.

The surface of the bronze wind chime was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and there was still a cool breath in the wind.

Yayoi was lying on the vermilion railing. Under the floating bridge, gurgling water flowed through the bottom of the bridge. The red koi carp swayed its graceful long tail across the water, creating ripples in circles.

After the last snow of winter passed, spring came.

The red-tailed koi carp under the bridge were crowded together. The owner here had spoiled them and habitually thought that the people who stop on the bridge were here to feed them.

Yayoi folded her hands and rested them on the vermilion railing. Her white sleeves hung down, revealing a small section of her fair elbows.

The red-tailed koi below crowded the water under the bridge and rushed to open their mouths towards Yayoi.

Yayoi tilted her head, imitating their actions, opened her mouth, and let out a big mouthful of cold air. The coldness was sucked into her stomach along the way of her mouth. It was so cold that Yayoi immediately closed her mouth.

"Pfftー"

Someone was laughing.

*clonk* *clonk* *clonk*

The shishi-odoshi on the ditch repeatedly knocked on the stone slabs, and the gurgling water flowed through the bamboo pipes, and the water was clear.

The long clothes made a rustling sound on the ground, and the vermilion tassels hung down. The tassels were decorated with bright beads as bright as amber, swaying like flowers in the wind. When they collided together, the sound they made was as clear and crisp as bells ringing in the wind.

Someone gently pressed their hand on Yayoi's hair. The red hair and vermilion tassels swayed, and the beads and wind chimes made a crisp sound.

Yayoi looked up subconsciously, thinking it was her sister.

But the moment she looked up, she saw a face with blurred features. The nose, eyes, eyebrows, and lips were all blurred, as if shrouded in thick fog, leaving only a faint outline.

"You seem to have grown up a little." The woman's voice was gentle, "But you look a little silly."

The woman patted Yayoi's head twice more. The force made Yayoi feel like she was a doll under her hands.

The paper on the bell tongue of the wind chime was swirling in the wind, and the stone lantern beside the path stands solemnly and silently.

The woman lowered her head and her eyes met Yayoi's, but Yayoi still couldn't see her face clearly.

The eyes in the vision were also blurred, the sky was clear and distant, and the cries of seagulls suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the moment.

The fog covering those eyes suddenly dispersed, and the amber eyes were as clear as water.

Those eyes seemed familiar.

*jingle*

The wind chimes under the eaves rotated again, and the paper danced in the wind. The sound of the bells was like pebbles falling into the pool, and the ripples bloomed like blooming flowers.

The alarm clock on the bedside had already started ringing, and it looked like a drummer playing the drums with pleasure.

Yayoi stretched out her hand from the quilt, groped twice on the bedside table with her eyes closed, and finally touched the alarm clock that kept ringing, and then touched the stop button of the alarm clock.

*ringー*

The last alarm echoed in the room. After it subsided, Yayoi slowly got up from the bed with a head of messy red hair.

The clear sunlight filled the window sill, and the shallow shadows of the trees swayed.

Before the sleepiness dissipated, Yayoi sat between the quilts for a while, then slowly got out of bed, took the clothes she was going to wear today from the hangers, threw them on the bed, unbuttoned her pajamas one by one, and put on the clothes.

The fourteen-year-old girl was in the period of vigorous physical development during adolescence. Her facial features have begun to grow, her eyebrows have gained a touch or two of the beauty of an adult woman, and the curves of her body have become more mature. Everything seemed to be moving closer to the body she once had.

After changing clothes, Yayoi looked at the red sweater hung on the hanger, took it off, folded it, and put it in the closet.

The temperature was rising day after day, and sweaters were no longer needed.

Summer cicadas fluttered their wings outside the window, and the sound of cicadas swelled in the air.

Summer was here.

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Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School

There were many natural disasters in Japan during the summer, which was really not a good season for sorcerers. Natural disasters occurred frequently in the previous year. This year, the cursed spirits emerged from all over the place like maggots, appearing in a steady stream, and it seemed that no matter how they were exorcised, they would be in vain.

The sound of cicadas lingered outside the classroom, the sun shone like golden threads from the rich shade of the trees, and the water from the ditch gurgled past with fallen flowers and green leaves.

Above the head was the clear and clear sky. Birds flutter their wings and fly across the sky, and their chirping sounds startle the sky.

The sound of wind passed through the gaps between the rich shades of trees, and the rustling sound was mixed with the noisy cicadas.

The hustle and bustle around them seemed to stop for a moment, and the sharp pens and flexible erasers were suddenly thrown out, as if they had made an appointment, and they were all thrown at someone standing in the center.

The eraser hit the man's head. It was neither painful nor itchy. The moment it hit, the reaction was ejected, but the pen that could have pricked the person to death stopped between the rulers.

Satoru quickly grabbed the eraser that popped out and took down the pen that was parked close to his head. He seemed to have expected such a result.

"Well, the effect is good." Satoru held the eraser and pen, feeling a little satisfied.

Shoko's eyes widened a bit and she said in surprise, "What the hell was that just now?"

The activation of the technique usually requires the formation of corresponding seals, but Satoru did not make any moves.

"Automatic selection of technique target?"

Suguru, on the other hand, had been on missions with Satoru for a long time and had a better understanding of Satoru's techniques.

"That's right." Satoru shook the eraser and pen in his hand, "To be precise, I am the target of the technique."

Satoru had automated things that until now had to be done by one's own hands. Not only the strength of the technique, but also the dangerousness of objects in terms of mass, speed, and shape. At present, he could already use the minimum resources to release Limitless almost without interruption.

Shoko also had doubts. Satoru's technique put a huge load on the brain. Continuously turning on the technique would undoubtedly increase the load on the brain. The price of overloading the brain was that the brain was burned out.

"That's what you said." Satoru shook the pen, "It's been solved."

After learning Reverse Cursed Technique, this problem was solved.

After briefly explaining the principles of the activation of the technique, Satoru settled on the next topic, which was field and long-distance teleportation.

"The little redhead can't hit me with her fists." Satoru was smug, holding his waist akimbo and letting out a weird laugh. He was already imagining the little redhead's frustrated expression in his mind.

Suguru: "..."

Shoko: "..."

That's all you could do.

The sound of cicadas swelled in the hot air again, making people a little irritated.

Satoru noticed the expressionless Suguru, and a sense of dissonance emerged from his heart. He subconsciously said, "Suguru, have you lost weight?"

In the past, Suguru would inevitably say something casual to him, but he didn't say anything.

"Is it okay?" Satoru asked again, "Did you eat too much cold noodles?"

Suguru was a loyal cold noodle lover.

"It's okay." Suguru replied to him and smiled, he had a familiar fox-like smile on his face. It was familiar, but something was wrong.

"It's just a simple summer depression." Suguru smiled, "It will be fine once the summer is over."

The small sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, covering his blue eyes. Satoru still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

The midsummer sun was scorching. If you stand under the sun for a long time, your skin would feel burning. The underwear under your uniform had long been soaked with sweat.

Tall buildings cast slanting shadows on the road. People come and go on both sides of the street. Cars come and go on the asphalt road. The sound of car horns filled the hot air one after another.

This summer had been really busy.

The number of cursed spirits emerging from various places is outrageous. Shoko would basically not go out to perform tasks. As for Satoru, Satoru had become the strongest and could complete tasks beautifully alone. The inevitable result was that Suguru was left alone. There was more time.

One person performed the task, one person exorcised the cursed spirit. Exorcised, absorbed, repeated the same thing over and over again. Stuffed the cursed spirit into an orbs and stuffed it into his mouth. This kind of thing was repeated countless times.

What no one knew was that the smell of the cursed spirit was like a rag that had been used to wipe vomit.

The moment he walked out of the abandoned building and was exposed to the scorching sun, Suguru's eyes were in a trance, as if he was in the dark, like an incandescent lamp that was turned on instantly. After the white light subsided, there was the choking car exhaust.

Suguru stood on the street, his throat felt itchy and he couldn't help but cough a few times.

A hand patted his shoulder, and Suguru's body tensed up, completely unaware of the other person's approach.

"Do you drink orange soda?" The person's other hand handed over a can of ice-cold drink.

Suguru was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly, and saw the red hair hanging down in the middle of summer.

The cars on the asphalt road still filled the Tokyo summer sky, the high-speed train rumbled across the bridge, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going on the street.

Yayoi blinked and looked at him, light and shadow flowing in her amber pupils.

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After the cold can was placed on the palm of the hand, the constant coolness drives away a little of the heat of midsummer. The surface of the metal can was covered with a layer of frost. When it touched the temperature of human skin, it melted into water and followed the contour downwards. After a while, the palms of his hands were filled with water.

The rich shade of trees above his head cast a cool breeze. Suguru sat on the rocking horse. The rocking horse in the park was fixed by thick springs. When he sat on it, it shook slightly twice, but he finally sat firmly.

Yayoi was sitting on the swing, holding an orange-flavored popsicle in her mouth, her red hair rising and falling with the swing.

Suguru opened the can in his hand, and a thin cold mist came out of the can.

The sweet and sour orange soda went well with the hot summer.

"Yayoi-chan, why are you here?" The cold orange soda dispelled the disgusting taste in his mouth, and Suguru felt a little better.

"Come and play." Yayoi continued to swing on the swing, and the girl's pale skin was warmed by the sun. "My friend is here."

Suguru paused and said subconsciously, "Do you still have friends?"

Anyone who hung out with Satoru had a lot of faults.

As soon as the words fell, he realized that something was wrong, but it was too late to take it back. Fortunately, Yayoi didn't pay attention and continued to swing.

"Of course I have friends." Yayoi squeezed the stick of the popsicle. "My friend's name is Misako. She moved to Tokyo a year ago."

"What about you?" Yayoi turned to look at Suguru, "Why are you here?"

"Exorcise the cursed spirit." Suguru put on his professional smile.

Yayoi blinked, not feeling much surprise, "I think so."

"Then you should prepare a few more candies." Yayoi said at the end.

"What does dispelling curse spirits have to do with preparing candy?" Suguru said subconsciously.

Yayoi puffed up her cheeks and said, "You eat the cursed spirit."

Suguru: "...No, I don't eat cursed spirits."

Yayoi was right to say this, but it's only a condition for his technique to conquer the cursed spirit. Every time the cursed spirit orbs he absorbed left a disgusting taste in his mouth, it made him want to cut off his sense of taste.

If he could, he would rather lose his sense of taste. No one would like those tastes.

"The cursed spirit gives me a very bad feeling." Yayoi thought for a while, "It's like kitchen garbage that hasn't been taken out for several days, no, several months."

Suguru paused, his pupils contracted slightly, and he was a little surprised, "How... how did you feel it?"

"Feelings are just feelings." Yayoi said, "If I have to say it, it's like smell."

Suguru felt like he understands that the five senses of Heavenly Restriction were very developed, such as Toji Fushiguro. But no one said that the five senses bound by Heavenly Restriction could still reach this level.

"When you eat something unpleasant, you should eat something good to wash your mouth." Yayoi said, "Candy is sweet, and eating sweet food will make you feel better."

"Did you bring candy?" Yayoi asked.

Suguru: "No."

He was not Satoru. He carried a bag of candies in his pocket every day. From time to time, he took out one and threw it into his mouth. The candies in his pocket seem to be inexhaustible, just like Doraemon's pocket.

Yayoi stuffed the popsicle into her mouth, stretched out a hand, and fumbled in her pocket a few times, "Give me your hand"

Suguru paused, spread his fingers, and reached out to Yayoi.

Yayoi stretched out her hand from her pocket and put something in Suguru's open palm. It was small and wrapped in delicate wrapping paper.

Suguru saw the candies lying quietly in the palm of his hand. They had different flavors, such as peach, apple, orange and pineapple. They were delicately wrapped in candy wrappers and lay quietly in his palm.

"You didn't bring any candy, so I'll give you my candy first." Yayoi bit into the popsicle.

"Thank you then."

Suguru felt that he felt a little more relaxed, and the candy in his hand was so delicate that it made people feel loving. So he peeled off an apple-flavored candy and threw it into his mouth, then stuffed the remaining candy into the pocket of his uniform.

"I've been working on something." The taste of fruit candy filled his mouth, and Suguru spoke slowly, "But I've been feeling... very distressed about this thing recently."

Not very distressed, but doubting its meaning.

"Huh?" Yayoi turned around. She had eaten the popsicle in her hand until all that was left was the bare stick. "Then do you like doing that?"

"It's not a question of whether I like it or not. I have a reason to do it." Suguru's fingertips gently rubbed the metal surface of the can, and the thin frost on it had melted away. "But I recently discovered that that thing doesn't seem to be the case. Not as easy as I thought."

He carefully chose a word to describe it. Yayoi was not a sorcerer. Even if this red-haired girl was different, she should not be involved too deeply.

"I..."

The duty of a sorcerer was to exorcise cursed spirits and protect ordinary people who were not sorcerers. However, among the people he protected, there were endless scumbags, and they even harm the sorcerers who protect them.

Was he shaken? No, don't waver, don't waver, the duty of a sorcerer...

"I don't quite understand." Yayoi's voice pulled Suguru out of his thoughts, "Someone told me before that I am different from them. The world is cruel and kind to people like me, and I will be very tired, very tired."

"I'll be covered in bruises," Yayoi said, "but I still don't quite understand it."

"There are all kinds of people, both good and bad. I can't understand them." Yayoi looked down at his toes. "My sister told me not to think so much. It's okay to doubt everything, but don't doubt your own."

"Those who come here with malicious intentions, no matter who they are, just hit them with fists." Yayoi said straightforwardly, "Just give them a beating and the game will end."

Suguru: "...your sister?"

Yayoi nodded, "Sister has the same red hair as me and will teach me how to boxing."

Suguru: "..."

How should I put it, red hair was a wonderful species.

"There are many things that don't need a reason." Yayoi added, "If I had to add a reason, it would probably be whether I like it or not."

She's just a little redhead who acted on instinct.

Suguru couldn't help but laugh, "You and Satoru are very similar in this aspect."

Yayoi pouted, "I'm not like him."

She was the little red-haired girl, and Satoru is the big white-haired boy The big white-haired boy had a terrible personality, they were nothing alike.

The sun set in the west, and dusk was the moment when day and night alternate. The sun burned on the horizon. People come and go on the streets, and the flow of people returning home was like running water.

"Mom, look, the red-haired sister is swinging." A child pointed at the black-haired high school boy sitting on the rocking horse, "The black-haired brother is still riding a horse."

The middle-aged woman who was holding the child took her child away, not forgetting to tell her, "Don't do strange things when you grow up."

The high school boy who was big and tall, was playing a children's game, but the little pony under his butt was crying, okay?

Yayoi: "..."

Suguru: "..."

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• Omake •

#after more than ten years

Yuki Tsukumo: Another Heavenly Restriction without cursed energy. [look at the redhead.jpg]

5 Satoru: Go away, go away!


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