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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 61: White Plum Blossom
Once a creature like human becomes stubborn, it can be really fatal.

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Once a creature like human becomes stubborn, it could be really fatal.

It took Yayoi a long time to understand this sentence.

Usually people call this behavior making up a mind. Her teacher in elementary school often said that once you make up your mind, you have to complete something well.

At that time, Yayoi was still studying in Tokyo. In twenty-four years, she had changed homes three times.

Her first home was in Tokyo. Tokyo was a modern and prosperous metropolis. High-rise buildings rose from the ground. The lights were always on at night. The tallest building in Tokyo was the Tokyo Skytree. When night fell, the neon lights inlaid on the Skytree were as bright as quietly lit sparks.

At that time, Yayoi was in elementary school in Tokyo. The over-energetic kids in the school always liked to talk about Yayoi's hair, saying, "Tomato-colored hair," "Look, look, her hair color is so weird," and "If I had hair like this, I would find a crack in the ground and crawl into it," and so on.

Good or bad, ignorant children would only act according to their own preferences. As for the feelings of others, they were completely thrown away from their own minds. They kept teasing her about her unusual hair color.

A normal little girl would probably burst into tears with grievance, but Yayoi was not a normal person. At first, her emotions were as indifferent as clear water, and even ripples were rare. From the beginning to the end, her eyes were full of emotions. Without them, the cold and calm look made those little devils feel bored and frustrated.

'Yayoi and Yayoi’s red hair are mom’s treasures.'

Her mom stubbornly thoughts so, even if 'dad' didn't like Yayoi's red hair at all, she still said so.

She recognized this matter. When her daughter was born and saw the soft red fetal hair on her little head, Haruna couldn't put it down. The newborn was as small as a kitten and as fragile as glass. If you use a little force, it may break.

Her cute and lovable red-haired daughter.

Her stubborn mother never changed even after she left her father and moved Yayoi to her hometown in Saitama Prefecture.

Then there was the small town in Saitama Prefecture. The afternoon sun was quiet. The sunset at dusk was smeared on the glass windows, as bright as strawberry jam. Bicycle bells were ringing in the wind. The vigorous green leaves of the old trees were blowing in the wind. The whirling sound was accompanied by the soft meowing sound of the cat.

The clouds all over the sky were burned into a brilliant red, and the glow poured down from the tiled eaves.

Her mother sat in the bright sunset combing her hair.

"Mom, why do you like my hair?" Yayoi remembered asking her mother.

Red hair looked so out of place among black-haired people. People were used to lifting people or things that were different from ordinary people to the clouds or dropping them into the mire. A different kind of isolation and exclusion.

Her mother couldn't put it down because of her red hair. She was forced to leave her father and move away from Tokyo.

"Newborn Yayoi, she's so tiny, like a little kitten." Her mother said, leaning on her red hair, "She's adorable everywhere, including her eyes, her nose, and her red hair."

Her mother who recognized this matter never changed herself until she reached her end.

'Yayoi, let me touch your hair, please?'

She still remembered her mother's pale face, which seemed transparent in the sun as sticky as honey, and her eyes were filled with starlight.

Then there was Sendai, she brought her cat here.

Some people say that a cat’s memory was only seven days. After seven days, the big orange cat would not remember the people and things seven days ago, nor would it remember its little habit of lying on the wall seven days ago. Maybe it was instinct, Tangerine still like to lie on the fence, and the fence of Itadori’s house had become Tangerine’s new base.

In the new territory, there was Satoru that would pop up from time to time to pinch the scruff of its nape. It still lay on the wall, meowing to declare its territorial rights.

No matter people or cats, they were all unreasonable when they are stubborn.

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"Yayoi, have you ever had questions about the world?"

In the white coffee cup, the coffee emitted a hazy mist, making the young man's face a little blurry.

In early winter, there was a snowfall, and the layers of dark clouds over the city were completely covered by the sky, making it airtight and not even a ray of sunlight could shine through.

The snowflakes falling all over the sky were pure white and clean, in sharp contrast to the dark clouds.

The long road curved forward, like a giant snake meandering forward. Snowflakes fell on the snake's body, and white snow filled the corners of the street.

The snow fell suddenly, and the cold air found its way in through the gaps in their clothes. The people walking on the street tucked up their collars, trying to keep out the cold air. They bent over and breathed as they walked past the glass window.

The door of the coffee shop was opened and closed, and the wind chimes hanging beside the door jingled.

Suguru specially arranged the location on the second floor. Through the transparent glass window, he could see the people coming and going below, and the cursed spirit hiding in the corner that was muttering to itself.

"You have great power." His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth raised, and the guy sitting opposite smiled like an old fox, "Don't you plan to do something with this power?"

The lampshade above cast a warm orange light, and the warm light ripples on the liquid in the coffee cup below.

"Geto..." Yayoi moved her lips, "Did anyone tell you?"

"Huh?" The fake monk raised his eyebrows.

This café was decorated in a full Western style, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, warm orange lights splashing on the European-style sofa covers, and melodious violin music in the air. His cassock monk's robes have a very oriental sense of the times. It didn't fit in with the atmosphere of the coffee shop.

Moreover,

"Your nasolabial folds are very serious." Yayoi was super serious.

Not only was it serious, but the whole person looked older.

Suguru: "..."

"Have you been under a lot of pressure lately?" They started to talk nonsense.

Suguru: "..."

But that's right, he was counting the days on his fingers, and the date for the trouble was almost here. If he didn't prepare well, he was going to fail. His opponent was Satoru after all.

"This is a world where sorcerers maintain general social order secretly." Suguru tried his best to put the problem back on track.

Yayoi picked up the coffee cup and carefully took a sip of the coffee inside. The bitter taste spread in her mouth. She found that she really didn't like this bitter drink.

The heat in the cup dimmed her vision into a thin mist, and Yayoi lowered her eyelids.

"I have always had questions about the world." Yayoi licked some coffee stains from the corner of her mouth. "At first, it was curiosity. In the mouths of my family, it can be gorgeous, it can be gloomy, it can be cruel, it can be kind, it can be almost everything. A collection of contradictions."

"I have never been exposed to this world." With red hair hanging down from her shoulders, Yayoi put down her coffee cup. "The world is big, beautiful, and dangerous."

"The biggest feature of the world is people." Yayoi said, "All kinds of people."

"Some people live their lives as if they are not human, and some people spend their whole lives trying to live like a human being." Yayoi continued.

Suguru paused, "Did your mother tell you this?"

"No." Yayoi shook her head, "It was a very strange sea urchin head who told me. He also said that I can't even be a human being."

A sea urchin head that resembled a Christmas tree.

She could count the number of times she had met the sea urchin head with just one palm.

The first time they met was at the casino. He helped redeem her brother-in-law's lost clothes, preventing her sister from seeing him running naked at the entrance of the casino. The last time they met, he came with her brother-in-law. The clansmen seemed to be afraid of him, they didn't dare to speak loudly in front of him, they didn't dare to look into his eyes, and they didn't dare to do anything arrogant, they were respectful and frightened.

Brother-in-law called him 'Madara'.

Yayoi suddenly trembled and realized. She realized that's what a good gay friend looked like and the way she looked at him was weird.

Yayoi didn't know what fear was, and her behavior of daring to look directly at the other person successfully attracted the attention of the sea urchin head.

Not many people have the guts these days.

After a few brief exchanges, the keen sea urchin noticed something strange about the red-haired girl. He frowned and said something to his good friend, who briefly explained Yayoi's situation to him. As a result, his frown deepened, and his look at Yayoi became complicated again.

"So, you are the 'vessel'." He said, "You are a human being, but you haven't learned to be a human being yet."

It's simply a "vessel" tailor-made by someone.

'The greatest characteristic of the world is people.'

'Various people.'

'Some people live their lives as if they are not human, and some people spend their whole life trying to live like a human being.'

'If you can’t learn to be a human being, you will never realize the joy of being a human being, nor will you realize the pain of being a human being.'

"What an interesting... person." Suguru smiled, rubbed his chin, and let's call him a 'person'.

"Geto, have you cut off your own path?" Yayoi suddenly asked.

Suguru paused and his pupils shrank slightly.

"You are still you, but you are no longer you." Yayoi said.

Suguru still smiled, "I don't think I told you."

He hadn't told Yayoi that he already have a hostile relationship with the Jujutsu High.

He hadn't told her that if Satoru and him meet each other now, it wouldn't be the kind of relationship where they could say hello to each other with a smile and then hook up and go to her house for dinner, but it would be a fight between life and death.

"I knew it the first time we met." Yayoi said.

The high school student who made it his duty to protect non-sorcerers in high school had disappeared in time and been annihilated in despair. Reality slapped him ruthlessly and cruelly several times, and the despair and blow left behind crushed his backbone.

Many years later, when they met again, Yayoi knew that this young man who had taken off his uniform and put on cassocks as a monk had changed beyond recognition.

The melodious sound of the violin slowly flowed in the air, and the coffee in the cup had gone cold, leaving only the cold water vapor on the rim of the cup.

"Human beings stand at the top of the food chain." Suguru suddenly said, "We always dream of higher-level existences and call them 'gods'. In fact, we don't have to think about these. There are also the existence of us sorcerers."

"But their ignorance has turned those originally dreamed-of existences into what they call 'alien'. The result will inevitably be... the weak will bully and persecute the strong."

"I hate non-sorcerers."

The expression on the young man's face suddenly became distorted.

"I hate those monkeys without cursed power." Suguru said loudly.

Yayoi suddenly thought that this was the first time in the long time she had known Suguru that he had shown his disgust unabashedly.

"So, what are you going to do?" Yayoi asked.

The air fell into a strange silence, leaving only the leisurely undulating violin music.

"I want to kill all non-sorcerers and create a world with only curse users." Suguru said.

"Human beings have always dreamed of a higher existence and called it ‘God’." Yayoi suddenly repeated his words.

"Have you put yourself in the position of a god?" Yayoi's eyes suddenly looked directly into Suguru's eyes, her eyes straight and clear, like the stars that suddenly lit up in the dark night, so bright that it made people tremble, "Then I wanted to tell you then, you are so arrogant, Geto."

"You arrogantly differentiate between sorcerers and non-sorcerers, arrogantly believe that you are omnipotent, and arrogantly put unnecessary things on your shoulders."

'Geto, you are so arrogant.'

Someone's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The can was pulled open, and the gas in the container spurted out, making a clean and crisp sound.

When Shoko was young, she shook the can in her hand a few times, then raised her head and took a sip. The girl had delicate features and brown eyes as bright as stars.

"Superfluous things?" Suguru suddenly smiled, with a warm smile that made Yayoi almost think that the high school boys who was still studying in high school many years ago and created a one-stop process for exorcising cursed spirits was back.

"It's a little late for me to say these words." She should have said to Geto more than ten years ago, "A sorcerers are not a non-sorcerers' mother, nor are they a non-sorcerers' father. They had no obligation to arrange for their happy ending."

Even mom and dad didn't have this obligation.

"You have to create your own ending," Yayoi said. "The only people you can save are those who are prepared to be saved."

"Anyone who tried to save everyone is a fool." Yayoi said.

Not just a fool, but a big fool.

God didn’t have the power to save everyone, and they didn’t need you to save them at all.

"At that time, you shouldn't put all the responsibility on yourself."

If the trees were beautiful in the forest, the wind would destroy them. If they were piled high above the shore, the current would cause them to be turbulent.

When he was young, Suguru always liked to put too many things on his shoulders. He should bear all the things that were his own responsibilities, not his own responsibilities, his own negative emotions, and not his own negative emotions.

The strong were easy to break, and this guy subconsciously did not regard sorcerers and non-sorcerers as the same species. The result was inevitably to completely distinguish between magicians and non-sorcerers, and to radically distinguish between sorcerers and non-sorcerers. Non-sorcerers were divided into humans and animals.

She didn't understand it before, but after so many years, it's time for even a fool to learn something else.

The books she read and the cartoons she watched when she was young could be tasted when she watched them again as an adult, but they were different from before. When she was young, when she thought of certain two guys, her first impression was that they were unreliable and out of tune. But now she recalled it differently. Maybe they were still out of tune, but they were reliable, tough-talking, but gentle at the same time.

"So now I'm free." Suguru said softly, deliberately saying this in a sighing tone, "I hate monkeys."

The ridiculous 'righteousness' of his youth would no longer restrain him.

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Winter in Sendai was colder than winter in Saitama Prefecture.

It was spring when Yayoi moved to Itadori's house. The weather was almost April, and the cherry blossoms on the branches were blooming fragrantly. They bloomed along the slender branches all the way to the branches. The crimson cherry blossom branches were still covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and the cherry blossoms all over the sky were shaken down by gauze-like snow.

This year's winter had not passed yet. The cherry trees on both sides of the street leading from my home to Sugisawa High School were still bare. The white snow on the black branches bent their backs. Occasionally, a handful of snow slipped off and fell to the ground with a thud.

*jingle*

The sharp winter wind carried the ringing of bicycle bells, whirring past her eyes.

When combing her hair in the morning, Yayoi found that her red hair had grown a lot, so she found a blue hair tie from the drawer and tied her hair up with the hair tie.

After the red hair was tied up, the white and soft skin of her neck was exposed, and the curve of her neck was beautiful.

Yayoi got up early and took a broom to sweep away the snow on the steps of the front yard. After the snow was swept away, the smooth stone slabs were exposed, and the bare ebony branches were vaguely reflected.

As if washed by snow, the winter sky was clear and cold, the world below was covered in silver, and the bare branches stretching toward the sky look particularly abrupt.

*knock* *knock*

There was a gentle knock on the glass not far away.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Seeing that Yayoi didn't respond, the other person knocked a few more times.

Yayoi took the broom and walked over, and then she saw Yuji looking at her through the transparent glass. His cherry blossom-colored hair was as vivid as a group of cold cherry blossoms blooming alone in the cold and silent winter. Vigorous vitality filled the air.

"Good morning, sister!" Yuji opened the window and walked out of the house.

Yayoi blinked, "Good morning, Yuji."

The two windows facing the front yard of Itadori's house are floor-to-ceiling windows. They were windows and doors. They lead directly to the front yard. If you open the windows, you could walk to the courtyard.

"Oh, the weather is nice today." Yuji put up the awning with his hands and looked at the vast winter sky.

As if in response to his words, the little fat bird on the ebony branch chirped a few times, and the tiny rays of sunlight passed through the layers of atmosphere and fell into the young man's amber eyes.

"Sister, you got up early today. Do you have any plans?" Yuji blinked.

"That's not true." Yayoi leaned on the broom in his hand, "Does it count to make breakfast for you and grandpa?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the cherry-blossom-colored boy's stomach growled, and he agreed to Yayoi's words without hesitation.

*snap*

The ebony branches bent their slender branches, and a handful of snow slowly slid down.

Yuji scratched his hair in embarrassment and cursed in his mind that his stomach was not up to par. Every morning at this time, he called out for hunger on time and on time, neither early nor late.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Yayoi bent her eyes and looked at Yuji's belly. Not only was there no fat on her brother's belly, but he had eight-pack abs that boys of the same age dreamed of.

But even eight-pack abs couldn't stop Yuji's stomach from growling hungry, and he had to eat at the right time.

"Tamago-yaki." Yuji felt the temperature on his cheeks was a little hot, but he couldn't help it because he was starving.

Yuji had been a vigorous boy who liked to eat high-calorie and high-protein foods since he was a child and had never been picky about food. What's more, a boy of this age was in the period of vigorous physical development. He was active, energetic, exercised a lot, and ate a lot.

The fourteen-year-old boy was over 1.7 meters tall. He liked to eat high-calorie foods, but surprisingly his body fat rate could be maintained in single digits. During the fight, he beat up the whole group without even breathing, but when the dean of students caught him in the office and lectured him, his sister went to get him.

After tidying up the front yard, Yayoi placed the broom in her hands, washed her hands, and went to the kitchen to cook. Yuji was beside her, helping his sister.

"Want some meatballs?" Yayoi suddenly remembered that there were minced chicken and green onions at home.

"Want to."

The little tiger answered without hesitation. He was in such a good mood that the whole background was filled with happy little flowers.

Golden sunlight passed through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the front yard and spilled onto the wooden floor. The plain curtains fell quietly, with dark silhouettes hanging down.

Today's breakfast at Itadori's house was a well-fried tamago-yaki. The eggs were fried to a beautiful golden color, exuding a light smell of milk. The miso soup made from bonito and kombu was sprinkled with green onions.

Wasuke followed the scent in the kitchen, stumbled out of the room, and sat down at the dining table almost instinctively.

"Grandpa, go brush your teeth first." Yuji popped up his pink head from the kitchen and immediately saw his grandfather sitting in the dining room.

"I know! So verbose!" Wasuke opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

After breakfast, she looked up at the sky again. The white clouds diffused the soft golden light, and the clear blue was smudged in the gaps between the white clouds.

Yayoi held her chin, her eyelids half lowered, and the chopsticks she held in her hand happened to poke a piece of neatly cut tamago-yaki.

•

"So, we can't be partners."

The snow outside the window was still falling, and it keeps falling, and it kept falling.

The vast expanse of white threatens to bury the whole world in pure white.

Suguru breathed out lightly, but his facial features softened, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and a smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth, "Sure enough, it would be more appropriate for you to go to Satoru."

Yayoi didn't speak.

"Then the next time we meet, we will be enemies." Suguru pursed his lips, a gentle smile overflowing from his lips.

Yayoi half-lidded her eyelids, the coffee on the table had gone cold, and the light rippled in the dark liquid.

"I hope you can survive." Yayoi pursed her lips.

Vaguely, she realized that this man was going to cause trouble, and that he would have to risk his own life to do it.

Suguru suddenly laughed lowly. The young man put his palm on his forehead, tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, "You two."

It was as if he was back on a street in Shinjuku. The white-haired man could kill him directly, but he didn't want to resist, but the opponent withdrew his attack.

Their personalities were very different, but some of their choices were surprisingly... so similar.

•

"Sister!"

*rattle*

The chopsticks in her hand were dropped.

Yayoi came back to her senses and looked around confusedly. Her expression was like a frightened hamster whose melon seeds had been frightened out of her hand. She was confused and looked innocent in her confusion.

Yuji waved his hand in front of her several times, "Sister?"

"Oh, oh." Yayoi came back to her senses and looked blankly at Yuji who suddenly came up to her. She reached out and took her brother's face with both hands and rubbed it several times before she came back to her senses.

"Sister, what are you doing?" The little tiger escaped from her claws and rubbed his ravaged face several times, "I'm not a child anymore, why am I still playing with this? "

"Let's remember the past." Yayoi said confidently, "The past is bitter and sweet when I recall it."

Yuji paused, then silently got up and washed a new pair of chopsticks for his sister.

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