[Comprehensive Manga] Under the Feather Clothes God

Atobe Zhen Tuhao reckoned that he had contracted a mountain, and the large flat land developed could be used by Yuromo to turn from one end to the other.

There are living pools connected together beside the winding corridors. Mountain springs flow down from the top of the mountain, and a pool of koi swims in the water.

Sitting on the roof of the main hall and looking down, the thin smog at the bottom of the mountain is lingering, and the small steel buildings have a panoramic view.

"Probably because there is no fame and the mountain is too high." Yuyi lay down on the recline, spreading out the gorgeous kimono, "Although there is such a big shrine, no one comes."

Although it is said that it was built as a shrine, the layout inside is more like that of ordinary people.

Jumping off the roof, Yuromo opened the door of the main hall and walked in. On the right side was her tablet, and on the wall behind was a portrait painted by Yukimura.

A clear but hazy watercolor painting.

You can clearly see a gorgeous floor-sweeping kimono. Every flower outlined by the colorful lines on the bright red is clearly drawn. The cold white skin has a pearly white luster and light blue veins. Even The strands of black hair hanging down were fine.

But he couldn't see his face clearly, as if his eyes were covered with a layer of tulle, and he could only see a pair of soul-stirring bright red eyes, and those half-squinted thick eyelashes that grew longer towards the end of the eyes.

"It's already the third day since the end of the camp." Yuyi roughly counted the days with his fingers, "Probably..."

Some people have almost forgotten her.

"But the little golden furnace still has to be brought back."

After muttering to herself for a while, Yuyi picked up the mobile phone that Atobe threw to her before leaving here from the side, and opened the flip after a long hesitation.

She went to confirm, just went, confirmed.

"If Yukimura dares to forget me within three days, I, I will..."

——what can I do?

"A shrine alone is really lonely."

[Tokyo Kanai General Hospital]

The sunlight that is not dazzling during the day shines on the hospital bed through the window, and the white light, together with the white bed, presents a cold and pale color to the eye.

A young man with dark blue slightly curly hair was sitting on the edge of the bed in a green hospital gown. When he raised his head and looked out the window, those purple pupils seemed to be filled with unresolved melancholy.

squeak-

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a group of teenagers in khaki uniforms stood at the door.

"Minister, we are here!" Kirihara walked in first, and put the bag in his hand on the table, "We bought a lot of fruit when we came, do you want to eat an apple first?"

"Sorry." Yukimura smiled, "I don't have much appetite now."

"If you don't feel well, don't get out of bed." Sanada stepped forward to cover Yukimura's quilt. "Don't worry about the tennis club. I will lead everyone to victory in the Kanto Tournament."

"I trust Sanada very much." Yukimura's purple eyes softened slightly, "It's just a pity that I can't stand on the field with everyone after all."

The smile on his face was still there, but the hand holding the bed sheet began to clenched tightly.

"Yukimura." Seeing Yukimura hiding all his emotions with a smile, Sanada frowned, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Yukimura didn't reply, but turned his head to look out the window, the chirping bird landed on the edge of the bed, blinked its round eyes, and flew away with fluttering wings.

"I agree with Sanada's words." Liu opened the notebook and stepped forward, "Although this is a very troublesome disease, there should be no problem with Aiba-san."

"Yes, yes." Kirihara nodded approvingly, "Aiba-san is a god, a god, although it's—huh?"

Kirihara scratched the back of his head: "What kind of god is Aiba-san?"

"Idiot!" Marui glanced at the tangled elementary school boy with purple eyes, and blew a bubble, "Of course Aiba-san is a disaster, a disaster... Vulcan?"

"Ahhhhh." Kirihara held his head, "Why can't I remember all of a sudden."

Nioh pinched his chin: "That said, I can't seem to remember Aiba-san's appearance. Is the hair green?"

"No, no." Marui squeezed his chin, "It's red."

"Red hair and black eyes, probably..." Kirihara tugged at his curly hair hesitantly, "It should be like this... right... Eh? Minister, deputy minister, why are you staring at me?"

"Can I ask about that?" Jack Kuwahara touched his bare head and said shyly in the silence.

"Who is the Aiba-san you guys are talking about...?"

——Why...is this the case.

"Sanada?" Yukimura suddenly looked at the straight boy standing beside him.

"I still remember, but..."

No one is sure whether one day the same will begin to forget.

"Don't forget!" Yukimura said loudly, "If you can't remember, just write it down and read it over and over again! You must never forget!"

If you forget, that little idiot will be very sad, very sad, very sad.

[You won't go. ]

[Well, no.I will always be here. ]

She will always be there looking down, waiting.But it will no longer appear on its own initiative.

"Sanada."

"how?"

"When the illness is cured, let's go to the mountain together."

"Department, Minister." Kirihara suddenly interjected cautiously, and slowly moved over after feeling Yukimura's gaze, "Your cell phone is ringing."

Yukimura took it, his pupils constricted for a while, and then he connected the phone.

[MOXIMOXI... I, I am——]

"It's Yuki."

[Eh... eh? ]

"What's up?"

[There is nothing important. ] There seemed to be a sigh of relief, and the tone was much more cheerful, [My little golden stove is here with you, I forgot to take it back. ]

"It's on me." Yukimura held the phone in his hands, his tone softened a lot, "But I'm too busy recently, can I have Sanada send it over?"

[Well, that's fine too. ]

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, it's right under the mountain."

[it is good. ]

After chatting for nearly half an hour, Yuyi reluctantly hung up the phone: "It's almost time to go down the mountain."

After tidying up the main hall a little, Yuyi stepped over the threshold and closed the door.

When leaving, Yuyi couldn't help but look back.

Although it was only a short trip down the mountain, there was an inexplicable strange feeling in my heart, with a little memory and tenderness.

This is probably what the homeless people call - the feeling of 'home'.

At the foot of the mountain, from a distance, I saw a straight boy standing with a tennis bag on his back. Yuyi hurriedly trot forward a few steps with his skirt in his hand: "It's not time yet, Sanada must have come too early."

"I think you should come down early." Sanada took out the incense burner from his pocket and handed it to Yuyi, "I will leave early."

"Sanada is too serious, I have plenty of time, it's okay to wait a little bit, but you guys, are you really busy recently?"

"……Um."

"...Huh?" Yuromo frowned, staring at Sanada's increasingly embarrassed face, "Is Sanada lying to me?"

"No!" Some anxiously denied it, and Sanada, who realized that he was trying to cover up, paused and began to change the subject, "...my members have begun to forget you."

"Is that so." Yu Yi lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

The connection between man and God is too fragile, too fragile.

"Why is this happening?" Sanada asked anxiously, "Is it because everyone will forget it in the end?"

"That's because I'm the only one who keeps in touch! It's normal for people who don't care about forgetting to forget about it!!" After finishing speaking, Yuyi turned his back directly, "A little bit...you also need a little bit Try hard..."

"Feather coat..."

"I've been here all the time." Yu Yi didn't look back, "Occasionally, come up and have a look."

"By the way, Yukimura didn't come over because he was sick." Yuyi suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Sanada was silent.

"So it's already at this time..." Yuyi murmured to himself and then slightly raised his voice, "Don't be too depressed, just don't worry."

It's time to go back and have a look.

 …Tobecontinued…