Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 71
Chapter 71: Sparrow
Good night, grandpa.
On the day when the club of Sugisawa Third High School recruited new members, the school road was filled with various club banners, and the leaflets printed with ink and color made a rustling sound in the warm wind, like the crisp sound of the tide.
The club's recruitment was in full swing, and the cherry blossoms on the branches were withering grandly.
The cherry blossoms in Sendai bloom later than those in Tokyo. The most beautiful cherry blossoms in Tokyo were in March, while the cherry blossoms in Sendai were later in April.
The club recruitment day in April was also the time for the cherry blossoms to wither. The cherry blossoms were flowers with a short flowering period. They bloom in the most brilliant and short-lived form, showing their bright vitality, and then wither in the grandest way and return to the soil.
As one of many freshmen, Yuji Itadori followed the bustling crowd and walked forward slowly, his eyes passing by the busy seniors on both sides of the school road who were responsible for recruiting new members to their clubs. A rare feeling of melancholy arose in his heart.
At the beginning of school, Yuji was seriously thinking about whether he wanted to join a club.
His grandfather, who was still hospitalized, reminded him to participate in more club activities. His sister also agreed with their grandfather and encouraged him to make friends and participate in team building.
Yuji was full of complaints about his grandpa who deliberately looked cool with a serious face and his red-haired sister with a super serious expression. One of them liked to keep a straight face and looked like he was not easy to get along with, while the other looked liked an iceberg beauty but was actually a silly redhead. Obviously, these two need to make more friends and go to team building with friends more than he did.
After all, he was still the person in charge of maintaining neighborly relations in the family.
Yuji felt a headache and grabbed two handfuls of hair, his eyes wandering in front of various club recruitment offices.
Sugisawa High School valued students' club activities and personal strengths more than grades. Club activities were linked to credits, and credits were linked to admission requirements. The school clearly encouraged and required students to participate in club activities. At Sugisawa High School, almost every student had his or her own clubs and activities.
He needed a club that wouldn't take up too much of his time and would allow him to run away before five o'clock every afternoon.
But could any club really allow him to slack off like this? Would he be kicked out?
Ah, it would be terrible when grandpa and sister ask.
Yuji, an honest man who was not very honest, was in a big crisis.
At that moment, a particularly cold club came into view. There was a table with two sophomores, a boy and a girl. In contrast to the fancy banners that were specially made around it, this small club only set up a simple flagpole. The flagpole was marked 'Occult Research Club', and there were no performances prepared to attract new students to join the club. Compared with other clubs, the atmosphere of this club could be described as depressed.
Sensing that the eyes of junior student were finally falling on his club, the senior who was in charge of recruiting new members introduced his club to Yuji with great enthusiasm.
Yuji hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over.
The full name of the Occult Club was 'Occult Research Club', which was dedicated to the study of various supernatural phenomena. The only official club members were sophomores Sasaki and Iguchi, both of whom were lovers of supernatural phenomena and urban horror legends. They simply formed a group and established the Occult Research Club together.
The seniors told Yuji passionately that even if he didn't have to do anything, he could just be a ghost club member.
Yuji: Oh hoo.
The prerequisites for establishing clubs and associations require three or more people. Obviously this new club with only two people did not meet the standards, but with Yuji it became a different story.
Occult Club urgently needed a new member to maintain the club, and Yuji needed to get home before five o'clock. Both parties could meet each other's needs.
So the little tiger simply filled out the Occult Club on the application for joining the club.
On the day of recruitment for the club, Coach Takagi, the consultant of the track and field department, was gearing up and full of energy. He squatted in the recruitment office of the track and field department with great patience, his eyes glowing green, like a wolf waiting for a fat sheep. It's a pity that he squatted for a whole day but couldn't reach Yuji Itadori, the fat sheep, and the fat sheep turned around and went to the Occult Club.
He turned back to the fat sheep of the Occult Research Club, but didn't expect that Coach Takagi turned around and ran to the Student Union and rummaged through the thick stack of application forms. After beating hid chest and feet, he simply took up his own pen and changed it to the track and field department.
Two months after Occult Club snatched away his easy-to-get pig, Coach Takagi finally couldn't bear it any longer and headed towards Occult Club's activity venue.
The teacher, who had more serious problems than the students, challenged the little tiger on the spot. Under the witness of the student council president, the two people went to the school's football field to have an upright game together despite the student council president's inner complaints.
"That's it." Yuji sat on the chair in the ward, holding a fruit plate in one hand and stuffing Yayoi's peeled rabbit apple into his mouth with the other hand, his cheeks bulging, "I won the competition with Coach Takagi."
Although it was not the correct form for throwing the shot put, he still won.
Wasuke, who was lying on the hospital bed, folded his arms and snorted, curling his lips, "How can you be so happy about this?"
"Grandpa, you should stop being cool now that you are old." Yuji muttered.
His grandfather was not only a little old man who didn't like to laugh, but also a little old man who liked to be cool.
"All men dream of dying handsomely." Wasuke said intentionally or unintentionally.
The thin sunset spread over the window sill, and the clouds at dusk were as soft and gorgeous as marshmallows during a summer festival. The dusk was lingering and gentle.
The sun was half setting on the horizon, and the evening breeze blew past the window sill and brushed against the ears.
Yuji deliberately left out some details, such as that he entered the occult club in order to be able to come to the hospital before five o'clock, and that there were many prosperous clubs in the school, but he specifically chose a sluggish one. He said something that would make Wasuke feel at ease, and deliberately said that he would not come to the hospital if he was not free.
He had been like this since he was a child, trying his best to push himself away, always thinking that he had trapped his grandson in place, and not wanting others to see his powerlessness.
Perhaps the person who could understand Wasuke best, no, was a cat, a big orange cat.
The first time the big orange cat ran away was in the middle of the night. His sister walked through the streets with a flashlight looking for the cat. Finally, she found the old cat huddled up in a flower bed on the edge of the street near the back door of her house.
Looking for a final place to belong.
But after searching, it finally found that home was the best.
Where could an old cat go? After wandering around and looking for it, it handed itself over to the flower bed on the roadside, and finally it was taken back by the red-haired owner who had been looking for it all the way.
Cats were one of those stubborn animals that would sneak away before it's time to die.
So did old people.
They didn't want others to see their powerlessness.
"Grandpa, do you want to go for a walk?" Yayoi blinked and spoke suddenly.
"The sunset is beautiful today." Yayoi said.
Gazing at the setting sun, he paused for a moment, and the fingers that were like dead branches resting on the quilt involuntarily tightened, pulling out several folds from the neat quilt.
The emergency call phone was hung above the bed, with a thin sunset color on the white shell.
The emergency call phone in the hospital was for patients to call nurses when needed, but Wasuke never took the initiative to call nurses.
The only time he used the call phone today was because Wasuke didn't answer Yayoi and Yuji's calls. When the sky dimmed in the morning, Yuji called the nurse at the hospital. The nurse went to Wasuke's ward to greet him, but she was yelled back.
Most of the time, Wasuke was a stubborn little old man.
Yuji put down the plate in his hand and felt that his heart was almost in his throat. It wasn't until his grandfather said, "go ahead" that his heart dropped.
The sunset was as bright red as the red maples all over the mountains and fields, and the glow covered the whole world with a thin veil of twilight.
The cried of crows echoed in the distant mountains, and the setting sun stretched the shadows on the ground.
The sun was like a crumbling fire, dotted on the undulating horizon of the mountains, as if it was about to sink in the next moment.
Yuji pushed the wheelchair, and the wheels ran over the flat road and rolled forward smoothly.
The winding path passed through the green belt and extended towards the setting sun ahead.
"The sun is going to set." Wasuke muttered to himself.
The setting sun setting in the west was just like him.
"The sun will rise tomorrow." Yayoi said.
Wasuke pursed his lips and said, "Yayoi, you... aren't you going to find your father?"
'You could leave. You had grown up. When you grow up, you were destined to leave home.'
Yayoi shook her head, "I'm not going to find 'dad'."
"That's not where I belong," Yayoi said, "This is where I belong."
"He is your father." Wasuke said.
How could a child not long for their father's love? What's more, Yayoi had been a child who lacked the love of her father since she was a child.
"He doesn't love me." Yayoi said, "You and Yuji love me."
Wasuke was stunned.
"I will only find my home with the people who love me." The red hair fell down from her shoulders to her waist, and the girl standing next to him gently lowered her eyelashes.
When she said this, she didn't hesitate at all and said it in a calm and natural tone.
In ten years, the little red-haired girl turned into a big red-haired girl, but she was still silly. The fact that she was still bouncing around now was probably due to her up-to-date IQ and EQ, as well as her beast-like keen intuition.
When he took over this little red-haired girl, Wasuke was worried that he would not be able to raise a girl well. In order to raise a girl well, he got rid of many bad habits. For example, when he beat Pachinko, he secretly took Yuji behind Yayoi's back, although in the end he was caught on the street by Yayoi, who had a developed five senses.
Slowly, he discovered that his worries were unnecessary. Yayoi's soul had been shaped by others a long time ago. With the soul shaped by those people, someone put light in her soul, and she would follow those lights.
Wasuke considered himself a stubborn old man, and Yayoi was obviously also a stubborn little redhead. It was difficult to change things once they had been determined.
Wasuke, who was suddenly hit hard, smacked his lips in embarrassment and muttered, "You are not reserved at all when you say something like this."
Yayoi tilted her head, "Why am I not reserved?"
"You are just an unreserved little redhead!" Wasuke said loudly.
Yayoi puffed up her cheeks aggrievedly, and her grandfather reached out and stroked her red hair.
Yayoi lowered her head and let her grandfather stroke her red hair.
"Thank you, grandpa." Yayoi said softly.
After stroking the red hair for a moment, Wasuke raised his head and saw Yayoi's eyes, the clear amber color of which was smeared with the bright sunset.
"Thank you and Yuji for not leaving me alone after my mom left." Yayoi's eyebrows arched.
Wasuke couldn't tell whether it was the setting sun or the light falling from her eyes. He suddenly felt that his little redhead had grown up a lot.
There was a moment of silence, with only the rising and falling cried of crows in his ears. Wasuke wiped away the smile on his lips, gently rubbed Yayoi's hair a few times, and put down his hand.
"Yuji, finally I have something to say to you."
Wasuke's voice became older in an instant, and his usually stern face relaxed its features, but seemed to become heavier.
"It's about your parents."
Yuji paused.
"I'm not interested." Yuji turned his head and pretended not to care.
How could you be not interested?
How could you not be curious?
Parents were the ones who bring their children into this world with their own hands. How could a child brought into this world by their own hands not care about their parents?
But, as long as parents were mentioned, the grandfather who refused to accept old age would also grow old.
"It's about your parents." Wasuke solemnly emphasized once.
Yuji was silent for a moment, and then said, "Grandpa, can you stop thinking about trying to be cool before you die? Just talk as usual." If it made you sad, don't mention it.
The old man was trembling all over, and he immediately wanted to give him a stir-fried chestnut.
He really wanted to look cool before he died, but his stinky grandson wouldn't let him show off.
So Wasuke raised his hand and gave Yuji a steaming chestnut. The little tiger squatted on the ground holding the painful head in aggrieved manner.
Maybe her brother's head was too strong, and the moment the chestnut smashed down, Yayoi heard a loud 'pop'.
Yayoi touched Yuji's skull and found that the area was red.
"Show me the mood, ah!" Wasuke was furious, "You know I want to act cool, can't you just quietly let me act?!"
Smelly grandson! What did you need? You might as well have a piece of barbecued pork!
"Don't always buy me flowers. Save some money yourself. Don't squander it when you have money. Save it well. It will always be useful in the future." Wasuke said.
Yuji touched his sore head and curled his lips, "I bought the flowers for the nurse." D*mn, I just bought it for you.
"You stupid grandson!" Wasuke scolded.
"The same goes for Yayoi. What I'm most worried about is you. You are a red-haired fool who has been stupid since you were a child. You are not bad looking. It will be terrible if you are deceived by a man." Wasuke murmured to himself.
The old man suddenly thought of Satoru who came uninvited that day with flowers in his arms, and curled his lips.
"In the future, when you marry, you should watch more carefully and don't let the other person look for a mistress." Wasuke rambled, "If he really dares to look for a mistress, break his legs."
Yayoi brain was not very smart, but her fists were so hard that there was absolutely nothing to say.
"Oh, it would be great if you could really get married..." Wasuke muttered softly.
Yuji: "...grandpa, can you say something nice?"
Wasuke: "You know nothing."
"Remember, if necessary, you are going to help break that brat's legs!" Wasuke said firmly.
Yuji: ???
Who? Whose leg did you break?
The afterglow of the setting sun slowly gathered, and dark shadows were cast on the ground. The hoarse voices of the crows echoed in the sky.
The old man's mood became calm again, and his expression and tone softened a lot.
"Yuji, you are very powerful." Wasuke said softly.
“Help other people.”
"As long as it's within your own ability, save it if you can. It doesn't matter if you're confused or not being thanked. It doesn't matter if you save it first."
"You will die surrounded by people."
The setting sun silenced the mountains, the last ray of sunset was gathered away, the cried of the crows cease at this moment, the night came as promised, and it was quiet.
The heart stopped beating, the lungs stop expanding, and the blood stopped flowing in the veins.
Yayoi saw the old man leaning against the back of the chair and closing his eyes. It was like many days in the past when Yayoi returned home. It was a sleepy dusk in the yard. The old man was sitting in the living room, leaning against the sofa and taking a nap. The dark night slowly crawled onto his face.
Yayoi lowered her eyes.
The heart that should have been turbulent suddenly became very calm, or it was turbulent to the point of calmness.
"Good night, grandpa." she said softly.
The starlight tonight was so dim.
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#Someday in the future:
Little Tiger: Grandpa, I can’t do it. The strongest legs, I can’t break it QAQ.
Gojo the Cat: I am a cat who is always dedicated~
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