[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

2006 6 Month 10 Day.

Fireworks festival in Daisen, Akita Prefecture.

"I say, there are too many people."

Ieiri Naoko, wearing a light purple yukata with an Endless Summer pattern, dodged a couple who were playing in front of her and asked, "Are all Japanese people coming to Daxian?"

Huailiang also felt a little irritated because of the large crowds, but his curiosity about the fireworks display outweighed his irritation.

Along the way, she encountered several groups of people who tried to strike up a conversation with her, but she blocked them all.

"They're over there!"

Looking in the direction of Glass's finger, Huailiang immediately saw the tall figures of the two DKs standing in front of the stall selling octopus balls.

"Hiss, it's so hot... Daxian's takoyaki is pretty good, Jie, try it."

Xia Yujie followed his instructions, picked up one and put it in his mouth. The tender octopus legs mixed with the salty fragrance of seaweed and bonito scraps brought out a wonderful flavor on his taste buds.

Jialiu Xianzi tugged at Huailiang's sleeves a few times and said, "Come on, let's go over there too."

Gojo Satoru turned around as if he had sensed something, and looked at the girl walking in the crowd, his pale blue eyes slowly widened.

The surrounding noise and bustle became blurred at this moment.

She wore a yukata with a blue and white background and a red goldfish pattern. Her long black hair, which had always been loose, was tied up behind her head in accordance with local customs, and pinned diagonally with a red and green tasseled goldfish hairpin.

The crisscross tassels hung on her ears, adding a touch of softness to her originally cold features.

Her lips are rosy and full, her lip bow is as plump as flower petals, and her lip corners are slightly upturned, with a faint smile.

"Hello, hello...are you deaf?"

That familiar voice, which always drew out its ending, finally pulled him out of his nervous state of accelerated heartbeat and sweaty palms.

"What? It was too noisy and I couldn't hear you clearly."

Huailiang looked at Gojo Satoru who was obviously not in good shape, and showed a trace of concern: "There are so many people here. If you can't bear the overload of information intake, we will leave. I won't laugh at you."

Gojo Satoru quickly glanced at the pair of silver-gray eyes, then quickly looked away, holding his chin high: "Of course no problem, who am I looking down on?"

Xia Youjie looked at his best friend's earlobes, which were quickly turning red, and pursed his lips: "At least wear your sunglasses? Don't let your skin get burned later. You have to go see the Astral Plasma on Monday."

"Don't worry, I've told you it's okay."

Wearing sunglasses can only distinguish roadblocks through the six-eye function similar to infrared scanning, and can't see people's faces at all, so he doesn't want it.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and the blue dragonfly pattern swayed along with it. He looked at Ieiri Naoko and said, "Would you like some takoyaki? This one is pretty good."

"Do you want it, Ryo-san?"

Looking at the octopus pattern on the store's sign, which was particularly similar to the Kraken's appearance, Huai Liang immediately refused.

"The hairpin suits you very well." Xia Yujie looked at the tasseled agate jade hairpin swaying on the girl's temples with soft eyes.

Huai Liang would not feel embarrassed by such praise, for no other reason than that he had heard too many such compliments since he was a child.

"Jiejun has a really good taste. I like the gift very much."

"The return gift we agreed on last time is nothing compared to what Liang-san gave me."

At this point, Xia Youjie hesitated a little, "I saw that Liang-san seemed to be more interested in electronic products and other things. I also bought some. I think I can get them when I go back this time."

Huailiang felt genuinely happy: "Thank you, Jiejun."

Putting aside the strategy, having such a caring and considerate friend by your side can be said to be ten times more comforting.

They are much more likable than those muscular sentinels who love to fight and be violent but have no brains.

"What are you whispering about?"

Gojo Satoru helped Ieiri Nozomi to get the takoyaki, and turned around to see the two people's heads approaching.

An inexplicable yet familiar sourness instantly swept through his chest, driving him to the middle, separating the two people without a trace.

"Nanaha and Huiyuan couldn't come because of the mission, so Ryo-san said he would bring them some souvenirs from Akita."

Xia Youjie counted on his fingers, listing them one by one: "You can take some Jinwan cakes. The cake crust is made of honey and eggs, and the filling inside is dense white bean paste."

"There are also Morokoshi wagashi, which are made from pressed red bean powder. They have patterns with themes of namahagi and kanto (Japanese lanterns) from festivals. You can have some of those as well."

Gojo Satoru, who was fascinated by the thought of sweets, immediately suggested: "Peach juice is also good. Buy some and take them back."

Ieiri Naoko was not very interested in these things, but when she saw a stall selling goldfish not far away, she immediately got excited: "Liang, look over there, let's go and catch some goldfish!"

The stall was run by an old man in his sixties. He had four large square plastic basins, in which were constantly swimming red goldfish the size of a thumb joint.

Ieyu Nishiko was the first to take the small black lacquered bowl with a red bottom handed to him by the stall owner.

He first scooped half a bowl of water into the bowl, then excitedly took the paper spoon and stretched out his "evil hand" towards the little goldfishes.

During the period of time since he traveled through time, in order to better understand and integrate into this world, Huai Liang consumes all kinds of miscellaneous information through the Internet every day.

Looking at the goldfish that was surrounded by the laughing crowd and was trying to escape, I felt an inexplicable sense of sadness.

She recalled a movie she had just watched a few days ago, "The Villain", in which the oiran protagonist was like a goldfish in a basin, to be picked and slaughtered at will.

I wanted to escape, but was told that "once a goldfish leaves the fish tank, it is no longer a goldfish."

The goldfish in the oxygen pool of the goldfish stall are not considered free, and the goldfish I saw in the pond of the technical college do not seem to be free either. So where can we be considered free?

Stream, river, sea?

So, can she be considered free since she survived the war of pollutants and ended up in another world?

"Why are you standing there? I've already caught three fish and the paper net isn't broken yet."

Jiali Gaozi's urging voice sounded, and Huailiang handed the paper net spoon to Xiayou Jie beside him: "I suddenly don't want to fish anymore, Jie, you come."

Xia Yujie's eyes never left her face from beginning to end, so he easily noticed her depressed mood.

He slowed down his voice: "It is said that fish's memory is only 7 seconds."

"In their minds, they can experience a different world every seven seconds. They are always surrounded by novelty, so they don't feel uneasy or scared."

After successfully scooping up 5 goldfish, the paper net in her hand finally broke. Ieiri Naoko frowned and said, "It sounds a bit pathetic. The fish will get tired of repeating the so-called 'new' over and over again."

His eyes fell on Gojo Satoru who was constantly scooping goldfish into the bowl, and his voice suddenly became louder.

"Gojo Satoru, you're cheating! How is it possible that you can scoop up more than a dozen paper nets without breaking them?"