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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 52: Traveler
She was certain that this was where she wanted to be.

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After Yayoi's birthday, it's graduation season.

The graduation ceremony was specially chosen during the cherry blossom season. The branches of the cherry blossom trees on both sides of the school road were covered with heavy cherry blossoms. The slender branches were bent down, and the hazy flowers fell with the wind, like tears.

The old cherry tree in the courtyard was also blooming very well this year. Every spring, beautiful pink flowers bloom on the branches of the old cherry tree, clustered one by one, forming beautiful clouds.

When the sun rose in the morning, the horizon was rendered into a dazzling golden color. The golden sun passed through the lush flowers, and after filtering through layers, it fell mottled on the bluestone slabs under the trees.

The wind chimes under the eaves were whirling in the falling cherry blossoms like rain and snow, and long pieces of paper were flying up and down.

The floor of the courtyard was covered with cherry blossoms, a small one lying quietly on the floor.

Yayoi stood under the tree, her red hair blown up by the wind, like flames jumping on the road closure, and a few strands of her messy hair brushed her face, which made her feel a little itchy.

Yayoi picked up the delicate and small flower on the floor. The pink flower lay quietly in the palm of her hand, beautiful and fragile. The fingers holding the flower stem were released, and the small flower danced with the wind, flying into the blue sky in the golden sun.

Yayoi noticed that the weather was very good today, and the sky was very blue, as if someone had knocked over a bottle of blue ink on a white paper, and then someone took a brush and tried their best to render the beautiful clear sky. The blue part was the atmosphere and the white part was the clouds. It's as beautiful as a spring in the past when cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

Yayoi carried a bucket of water in a wooden bucket. The soft spring light was soaked in the water. There was a rag on the bucket board, the water was rippling, and the wooden ladle with a slender handle was swaying in it.

While sitting in the entrance hall changing shoes, Tangerine squeezed out from behind the paper partition door. Its fat body squeezed through the crack in the door and went out, as slippery as a loach.

Tangerine moved its short legs and tapped its toes, running all the way to Yayoi's feet.

Yayoi knelt down and touched Tangerine's back.

"Meow~" Tangerine touched the back of Yayoi's hand with its cheek.

Yayoi would bathe Tangerine regularly. Its fur was clean and soft, with the smell of pet shampoo.

"Do you want to come with me?" Yayoi said softly.

"Meow~" Tangerine rubbed Yayoi's hand, it was a bit funny for such a big man to act coquettishly.

Yayoi picked up Tangerine from the floor of the entrance hall with one hand, put it in her arms.

She held Tangerine in one hand, and walked out the door with a wooden bucket filled with half a bucket of water in other hand.

"I am leaving."

The entrance door was closed, but there was no "be careful on the road" like before.

Both sides of the mountain road were full of flowers, with heavy corollas on slender stems, rising in the wind, and the sun shining on the white petals.

The cherry blossoms above her head were flying, and the soil under her feet was slightly sticky.

It rained last night, and after the soil was soaked by the rain, it gave off a faint earthy smell.

Yayoi hugged her cat and walked slowly along the mountain path, she carried a bucket towards the Kawabata family's ancestral cemetery.

She walk through the old torii gate and walk on the stone tile floor that had been eroded by time.

Yayoi stopped in front of a tombstone.

She put the cat down.

Pick up the broom and sweep away the fallen leaves and dust on the ground.

This tombstone was new and was added not long ago, so there was not much dust and branches and leaves in front of the tombstone. Similarly, there was not much dust on the tombstone.

After Yayoi wiped the tombstone with a rag soaked in water, she placed the cherry blossom cake in front of the tombstone.

This season was when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, which was just the right time to eat cherry blossom cakes.

The incense stick was lit, and a wisp of smoke curled up in the golden sunlight.

Yayoi gradually became dazed, and Tangerine, who was squatting on the bluestone floor, meowed, bringing her wandering thoughts back.

"I'm sorry, mom, I was distracted." Yayoi looked at the name on the tombstone and lowered her eyes. "I have to leave. I'm here to say goodbye to you before I leave."

ーWas there anywhere you want to go?

"I thought about it a lot, and I only thought of one place." Yayoi said, "I think that place might be more suitable for me. I like them."

"I'm sorry, mom, I didn't tell 'dad' about you." Yayoi said, "I don't want to go to 'dad' either."

He didn't like me and my red hair.

Since he refused to accept me, I don't want to go to him either.

Yayoi squatted in front of her mother's tombstone. The golden sun poured down from the green leaves, clearly outlining the edges and corners of the tombstone.

"Mom, I have to leave."

Yayoi felt her nose was a little sore and her eyes were stung.

She didn't want to leave, but many things didn't go as planned.

It was like this before, and it was like this now.

"Goodbye, mom."

The shadows cast by the white clouds on the ground disappeared, and the shadows of the trees on the ground swayed.

Yayoi picked up Tangerine with one hand, lifted the bucket with the other, and stepped on the ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The soil underfoot was moist, and the wind carried the smell of earth and grass.

Yayoi hugged her cat and walked farther and farther. The red gradually faded little by little in the soft spring light. The March Yayoi cherry blossoms curled up and landed lightly under the tombstone.

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Grandpa said that there would be a new guest in the house today.

Yuji Itadori was very curious. He opened his eyes wide, stood on his tiptoes a little, and looked at his grandfather, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"It's a girl."

Grandpa didn't even look at him. He continued to wave the broom in his hand and worked hard in the living room of his house.

Yuji's grandfather, Wasuke, was a little old man who liked to have a stern face but a sharp mouth. He always had a downturned mouth and looked like he was not easy to get along with. The neighbors didn't like to get along with him.

But Yuji knew that his grandfather had a soft heart and his grandfather would also laugh.

He vaguely remembered a bright red ball. The owner of that red ball hugged him, rubbed his cheek with its soft cheek, and called his name with joy. Before his grandfather took him to pick up the beautiful red ball, he practiced smiling in the mirror for a long time.

Yuji, who had put on his shoes a long time ago and was ready to go out, he couldn't help but tug at the corner of his grandfather's clothes, "Grandpa, please stop smiling in the mirror, it's so oozy."

As a result, Yuji Itadori suffered a blow from his grandfather.

The owner of that beautiful red color was 'sister'. Like him, sister was born in March, March was spring, and spring was the season when all things come to life.

Ever since he met his sister, his grandfather always touched his chin and looked at his grandson. Then he thought of something again, sighed, and finally murmured, "Grandpa now have some doubts that you two are biological siblings. "

The strength was stronger than the last, and the movement speed was more terrifying than the last.

As he grew older, Yuji's physique that was far beyond ordinary people began to show.

Children without parents would be bullied by other children. Wasuke was originally worried about similar things happening. He knew very well the virtues of his grandson. The child was young, but he was very sensible and liked to think about others. His heart was devoted to him and he always hung around him.

Fortunately, his grandson, like Haruna's little red-haired girl, was born to be a good fighter, and Yuji was not a soft persimmon who could be bullied.

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By the way, weren't they really siblings?

Ever since he met Haruna's daughter, Wasuke couldn't stop the storm in his mind. Yuji was his grandson and he didn't run away, but that little red-haired girl... couldn't be his son's missing daughter, right?

Both of them were so good at fighting.

Wasuke also tried to get Yuji to make more friends outside. Although his grandson was still too young, he had to learn to make friends, so he put Yuji in the park and watched from a distance. His grandson had a bright and cheerful personality. Unlike the dull old man like him, he made friends quickly.

He should be happy, but for some reason a sour feeling overflowed from his heart.

The child's smile was as bright as the rising sun in spring, and he was an old man in his twilight years. A bad old man like him who had half his leg in the coffin would be forgotten soon, right?

After confirming that there was no big problem, Wasuke slowly walked towards home. He heard his grandson calling him behind him after taking only two steps.

"Grandpa." Yuji ran over and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Why didn't you call me when you left?"

Wasuke was stunned for a moment and turned to look at the children. They were looking at his grandson.

"Itadori, aren't you going to play with us?" a child asked, and the clear voice of the child was like running water in a deep mountain stream in spring.

Wasuke gently pushed Yuji's shoulder and said with a straight face, "Go play with them."

"Next time." Yuji held on to his grandfather's clothes, waved goodbye to his friends behind him, and turned to look at his grandfather seriously, "Grandpa will be lonely when he goes home alone."

"I won't be lonely." Grandpa said stubbornly.

"Then I will be lonely." Yuji said, "It feels so lonely walking home alone. Let's go home together, grandpa."

It's really lonely to walk home alone, but there was only one way home, and there were only two people going home. If one party was gone and the other party was left alone, they would face the loneliness in the streets.

Wasuke finally allowed his grandson to drag him home by the hem of his clothes.

The late sunset was beautiful, filling the whole street, and the child's face was reflected in the blushing glow.

There would soon be a third family member at home, so there would be three people going home together.

Out of joy to welcome his third family member, Wasuke got up from his bed as soon as the sky turned bright and started to repair the grass that had not been cut for a long time in the yard, swept the dust in the living room, and ran upstairs to organize the bedroom.

Yuji clearly felt that his grandfather was super happy.

The doorbell in the yard suddenly rang. Grandpa was cleaning the bedroom on the second floor and didn't hear it.

The doorbell was pressed twice more.

Yuji thought for a moment, put on his slippers, and ran to open the door.

"Coming, coming!" Yuji ran all the way to the entrance, then ran down the entrance and opened the door.

The bright red color in Yayoi March suddenly caught his sight. The beautiful red color was as warm as fire and bright and energetic.

The temperature in March was still a bit cold. Yayoi wore a dark plaid scarf around her neck, which made her skin look even whiter. Her amber eyes were as clear as water. She was pulling a suitcase with a plump orange cat lying on it, the orange cat's emerald green eyes were like shining emeralds.

Yuji remembered her, remembered her red color, as hot as a burning flame.

"Yu..."

"Sister!" The little guy rushed over from the entrance like a cannonball.

Wasuke, who was coming down from the second floor with a broom, happened to see his grandson rushing toward the little red-haired girl like a tiger cub. After being stunned for 0.1 seconds, he started to move wildly.

"Yuji, stop!" Wasuke couldn't help shouting.

Little redhead, little redhead, get out of the way!

The organs! Your internal organs would be knocked out!

*klank* *bangー*

"Meowー!"

It was like being hit by a small cannonball. After a blunt impact, Yayoi was knocked backward by her younger brother and fell to the ground with her arms and legs spread out. Fortunately, the clothes on her body were thick enough and acted as a buffer.

Tangerine meowed around them both.

"Tangerine, I'm fine."

Maybe.

Yayoi blinked.

The eaves tiles in sight were stacked on top of each other, and the golden sunlight poured down from the tiles, creating a beautiful silhouette.

Yayoi touched the soft cherry blossom-colored hair of the child in her arms, and heard the meowing sound of the orange cat in her ears. The old man was so frightened that he hurriedly ran over to check on her.

She was sure that this was where she wanted to be.

But how to get up now was a question.

The internal organs... the internal organs should be fine.

Guess so...

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· Grandpa Wasuke: The more you get hit, the more experience you get.


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