After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

Mingyin silently looked at the five children in the room who failed to attack Oda but were subdued.

They seemed to be having a good time, playing around, making crisp laughter, and laughing together.

But because she couldn't find a chance to join in naturally, Mingyin just sat on the ground against the wall after entering the door, with her arms around her knees, her wrists relaxed and drooping.

Before, he went to the bathroom on the other side of the corridor to wash his face, and when he came out, he saw that the door of the opposite room was opened a crack, and several children looked at him with their heads folded.

Only then did he know that these were orphans taken in by Odasaku, who were placed here to take care of them and paid monthly living expenses to the owner of the western restaurant.

But in fact, what surprised Mingyin the most was not that Odasaku raised 5 children, but that he seemed to be just a low-level employee of a certain organization, the kind who only did some chores.

This is extremely inconsistent with his personal ability.

But this also explains why he lives in that old bachelor apartment.

Salary is meager.

But according to the restaurant owner, if he wants money, there are ways to get a lot of money, but he doesn't want to do it.

weirdo.

Thinking of this, Mingyin couldn't help laughing.

Although I don't know what he is pursuing in his current life, these children must be very important people to him.

The phrase "important person", just uttering this pronunciation from the mouth, will make people feel warm, and feel that the feet floating in the air are pulled to the ground by some powerful silk thread, and they will not be completely separated.

However, when Xiao Yu said, "You are the most important", he felt scared and wanted to avoid it.

Of course he didn't dislike Xiaoyu, on the contrary, he also thought Xiaoyu was the most important person, but the reverse made him unacceptable.

It must be because, maybe one day I will suddenly disappear.

What will Kohane think then?

I don't want anyone to cry because of my departure.

It would be great if it could be accompanied by the collapse of the body, and even the memories of the associated person would be taken away.

"Odasaku, did you find the important photo?" Saku Le tugged at the hem of Odasaku's windbreaker and asked softly.

"I found it." Odasaku nodded.

"So the important things should be sorted out at ordinary times!"

"That's it!"

……

Odasaku squatted among the children, scratching his head expressionlessly.

Mingyin couldn't help chuckling, quietly left the room and closed the door behind her.

As soon as his front foot left, Odasaku looked over with a feeling.

【Don't tell him. 】

Oda Sakumoto is a man of few words, better at thinking than expressing in words.

For him, keeping a secret is not so difficult, but is it really the right thing to do?

Is it really okay to avoid talking about it completely?

He thought, probably not a bad thing, but certainly not the good side.

He couldn't be more clear about the boundaries between people. In many cases, if you cross that line, nothing good will happen.

Just like he has kept silent to Osamu Dazai who is a friend.

Shouldn't it be time?Or is it just maintaining the status quo because there is no guarantee that things will turn out in the right direction?

In short, he chose not to talk about it.

Six years ago, it was also because of this "avoidance of talking about it", probably something happened.

The "Mingyin" he knew had changed to "May [-]th Mingyin", it must be because something went wrong.

If he had said what he said on the day of parting, maybe there would be a different turning point.

But for that matter, it was obviously too late.

It's not too late for these things now.

Mingyin walked outside the western restaurant to breathe, and saw a familiar figure leading two other strangers waving to him.

"Yo, Yuri-chan," Yato smiled, "This is Yukine, my new artifact."

"Then this is..." Yato knelt down on one knee, posing in a parallel posture with both arms stretched in the same direction, and grandly introduced, "Iki Hiyori!"

"Hello, I'm Iki Hiyori." The living girl was still wearing her uniform, her face was numb from being used to Yato's strange behavior, she folded her hands in front of her legs, and bowed.

"Hi, I'm Mingyin on May [-]th."

"Say hello, Xueyin, this is my top regular customer." Yato patted the boy on the back with an expression of "my child is real".

"Hello." Xueyin pursed her lips, looked aside, and greeted reluctantly, her voice muffled.

The corners of Mingyin's lips relaxed unconsciously, and when she realized it, she put on a faint smile like an away game, "Hello, I'm May [-]th."

"Yuri-chan is a cartoonist, this is a good opportunity, Hiyori..." Yato poked Hiyori's arm with his elbow, "Don't you like it very much, "Now It's Falling Time", the author is Yuri Sauce."

"Eh—?!" The half-demon girl put her fingertips together in disbelief, her face blushing, "Is Yuri-chan referring to the pseudonym Akane Yuri... I thought it must be a woman .”

"Well, I deliberately chose a feminine pen name... After all, it's still very rare for men to draw shojo manga, and it's a disadvantage in the early stages of serialization."

"Competition among cartoonists in the industry is really hard..." Hiyori lamented the hardships of the industry in a very simple way, fumbled in his pockets, and knelt down frustrated after realizing that there was nothing.

"Speaking of which, I don't know where the physical body is. Naturally, it is impossible to have a pen and paper with me, let alone a signature board..."

"I just bought a new magazine today."

Yukine at the side stretched out her hand, as if wanting to say something to comfort her, then withdrew her hand, and glanced at the snow-white back of Hiyori's neck exposed by bending her head.

The little face blushed, and some yellow thoughts of the second grade of junior high school flashed in his mind.

"...It hurts—! Yukine!" Yato covered the back of his neck with one hand, turned his head and yelled at the artifact in eternal puberty, but did not explain the reason.

"Huh? What's the matter, I don't know why..." Xueyin frowned, scratched the hair on the back of her head, and put one hand in her pocket.

Seeing this, Yato sighed, and immediately changed his face, which was full of feigned cheerfulness and joy.

"I originally thought that Hiyori was a fighting nerd who had no interest in love. It turns out that he also reads shoujo manga, which surprised me hahaha."

Yato Chao impolitely patted the girl's shoulder, once and for all, neither light nor heavy, Hiyori couldn't bear to crush his instep with the sole of his forefoot.

The sudden pain startled Yato like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up on the spot, and ran behind Mingyin to hide.

The fatal blow was that Mingyin moved two steps aside.

"Are you serious about taking two steps to the side?"

Under the strange background that Yato turned into a pure white plaster statue with his arms extended, Mingyin took out the talisman paper and pen and ink that he carried in his satchel.

"Would you mind signing this?"

"No, I won't mind, it's very distinctive."

"Then... well, here you are. Although it's just a pseudonym, it also has a certain effect of exorcising evil spirits."

"Thank you, I'll keep it safe." Hiyori bowed and took it with a smile. The thread behind him was happily raised like a cat's tail, shaking from side to side.

It's easy to understand.

Hiyori put the autograph carefully into the pocket of his uniform, and ran to talk to Yukine, who didn't fit in.

Seeing that they probably won't notice this side for the time being, Mingyin stepped forward a few steps, walked up to Yato who was squatting on the ground with his knees hugged, mumbling some daydreaming delusions in his mouth, put his hands on his knees, and squatted slowly Come down and fold your arms over your knees.

"Hey, Yato." Mingyin rarely called Yato by his name.

"...What's wrong, Yuri-chan?"

"You'd better find a time to talk to Xueyin about your being stabbed." Mingyin pointed to the back of her neck as a gesture.

Hearing this, Yato covered the back of his neck with one hand reflexively.

"You found and named Xueyin, right? The matter has come to this point, and it's not an option for you to deal with it negatively. At least tell him that doing so will make you get stabbed."

"...I know, but..." Yato frowned, and pulled the tattered scarf irritably, "Ah, really, that's why I didn't want to find someone of this age in the first place."

"But there are advantages to being young, such as plasticity..."

And, without the sincerity of an adult's complicated thoughts and interests, he put all his eggs in one basket.

"However, Xueyin's talent is really amazing! She can clearly draw a "line" for the first time...although compared to..."

Yato was taken aback suddenly, put two fingers on his lips, and stopped what he wanted to say next.

"...?"

"No, nothing." Yato shook his head.

"Now that the artifact is in hand, and there are devout believers like Hiyori...the completion of the shrine can be said to be just around the corner!"

Yato stroked the transparent bottle he used to store 5 yuan coins, reveling in unrealistic daydreams.

"Ha..." Mingyin was already too lazy to save money for Yato's hard work, but he would always be cheated out of his savings by amulets that looked fake at first glance, and complained about his bankrupt behavior.

Obviously he is a god.

However, the shrine...in fact, it doesn't have to be that big, right?There are often such small shrines on the roadside in the countryside.

...?

Why did I never think that I could make a shrine for him?

...Maybe it's because I don't feel that I'm human subconsciously.

For gods, especially for nameless gods like Yato, shrines must be built for themselves by human beings and their own believers.

"Yato..." For some reason, Ming Yin asked a question that he would never have asked in normal times.

"Do you think I'm human?"

Yato opened his icy blue eyes wide and stopped smiling.

He looks very cold like this.

"Of course it is, what happened to you suddenly..." Yato's expression suddenly eased again, "Although I am indeed a little down now, I can still distinguish between humans, monsters, demons, gods, etc."

Then, while talking, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Yato suddenly lifted Mingyin's inner garment, exposing his smooth waist and abdomen, and looked closer.

"Hey, let me tell you, Mr. Yato..." Mingyin supported his body with one hand behind his back, murderous aura appeared in his dark eyes, "If you still dare to go up 2 centimeters, I just need to call the police, and you will definitely was taken away."

"...and please don't call the police." Yato put his palms together without any limit.

Mingyin's complexion is unhealthy pale, especially in places hidden under clothes all year round.

But the sub-health of cartoonists is not the focus of Yato's attention.

After confirming that there was still nothing on the left side of Mingyin's waist, and it was as clean as ever, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Kumamoto Prefecture, Yahara.

Natsume Takashi held the leash with one hand, leading the Fat Sanhua, who had become fatter at some point, and sat on the bench by the door of the bookstore, accompanying a little girl who lived nearby, waiting for her parents to pick her up.

Mr. Cat seemed to be completely assimilated by this three-colored cat container, jumping up and down at the dragonfly with those short legs.

"Wow, cat! Long time no see!" The girl hugged the fluffy three-colored cat and rubbed her cheek wildly.

She put her index finger in front of her lips, and smiled slyly, "I kept the matter of last time a secret."

It refers to the fact that he accidentally fell into a pothole before and was turned into a prototype by Mr. Cat and sent to the police station.

"hey-hey."

Natsume didn't quite know what little secret there was between them, but because of such a scene full of soft, delicate and warm colors, she smiled knowingly, the corners of her mouth were involuntarily raised, her eyebrows and eyes were soft.

"Brother, look." The girl flipped through a page of the comic book she just bought, and held it up for him to read.

"What's the matter? Let me see..." Natsume was stunned after seeing the content on the screen clearly, and his light brown clean eyes flashed with surprise.

This is a page from the latest chapter of "Let's Fall in Love".

The girl in a sailor uniform and an ankle-length uniform skirt held a baseball bat on her shoulder in one hand, looked back and smiled, and her long light-colored hair fluttered in the wind.

This smile is shallow, full of wanton and carefree, like the human fireworks in the quiet shrine, but it is far away from the world.

When seeing it for the first time, Natsume couldn't help but think of a familiar yet unfamiliar acquaintance.

His maternal grandmother, Natsume Reiko.

"Oh, that guy with Reiko seems to be too much." Teacher Cat moved to Natsume's lap with short legs and sat cross-legged, with her hands in her hands and her eyes squinted.

"It's a new character I haven't seen for a long time. It looks so handsome, and it's super cute. What do you think?" The girl crossed her hands and put them on her heart, with a look of longing and intoxication.

Natsume smiled and said, "Yes."

I didn't expect to see someone with a temperament similar to Grandma Reiko in the comics.

I even think they look alike.

The difference can be seen at a glance, probably the color of the eyes and the mole on the corner of the mouth.

...?

"What's the matter, Natsume? What are you thinking, so engrossed."

"No...sorry..." Natsume was startled by Mr. Cat's reminder and recovered from her thoughts, "I always feel that she is more like someone else than Grandma Reiko."

"... Who do you look like? You don't see many people like this."

"This is the strange thing..." Natsume put his palm on his forehead, "Suddenly I can't remember."

At hand, the girl was reading the next manga while shaking her feet that couldn't reach the ground.

"It's just my own prejudice that has been bothering me so much."

"I drew a line in my heart without authorization."

"But in fact, there is no need to make such a clear distinction at all. The world is gray mixed together, not black and white."

"What a cool line! Akane-sensei is amazing."

She was so emotional, she was simply excited by the handsome dialogue that happened in the virtual world.