Only 100 days left in life

"Today is your first day of school," said a kind voice, "Come on."

The old man in a monochromatic uniform with a few patches on it bent down tremblingly, stretched out his big wrinkled hands, and rubbed the top of the girl's head.

Dry, with a rough feeling brushed over the top of the head, but also wrapped in a bit of warmth, like a quilt that has just been dried at home, a little bit of sunshine.

The little girl nodded blankly.

The braids on the back of her head were slightly raised as she moved.

Seeing the silly look of his granddaughter, the old man laughed.

She staggered back a few steps, looked the girl in front of her up and down, stepped forward again, and carefully fastened the button that was left out near the collar, "You have to get along well with your classmates, you know?"

The sunlight fell on the old man's pale hair mixed with gray. Whether it was the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes when she laughed or her hunched back, it showed that she was no longer young.

The room was empty, no, the so-called room was just a tarpaulin that was barely erected, showing the family's poverty-stricken life.

But even though the old man's clothes were worn out, they were neatly organized, and the patches on them looked quite meticulous.

"Grandma," the girl said sensiblely, "I know, I will."

She pulled the bag strap, "I will be very polite."

"Well, let's work hard," said the old man lovingly.

She coughed, and handed the lunch she prepared in advance to the girl, "Go."

The little girl picked up the bag and glanced at the only table in the room.

There is a bottle with half a medicine left on it, which is empty.

"Then I'm leaving!" said the little girl, "I will definitely come back soon! Grandma is waiting for me—"

She waved vigorously to her grandma and ran towards the elementary school.

If you have something to do after school, you must come back early.

"gross!"

"Ugly!"

"Go back to your home! You are not welcome here!"

Sharp scolding, harsh voice.

Mariko Shiratori stood on the other side, looking at the scene in front of her with some doubts.

She stood on one side of a group of boys, and on the other side was a lone girl who lowered her head and kept saying something like "I'm sorry" in a low voice.

Both sides seem to ignore Mariko Shiratori standing on the sidelines.

"Speak louder!" the boy snorted, "I can't hear you!"

The girl clenched her fist as if she wanted to smash it into his face.

She finally pursed her lips, "I'm sorry."

The girl's backing down was of no use.

More stones and clods were thrown on the girl, and the boys giggled.

Shiratori Mariko subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, and casually scolded the boy in front of her, "What are you doing!"

But those stones and clods just passed through her body and hit the girl on the other side.

No one on the two sides responded to Shiratori Mariko's words.

It seems that she can only watch this established scene happen as an outsider.

The girl with the schoolbag tightly clenched the straps in her hand.

She seemed to just want to hide, to find a safe corner to hide herself in.

Malicious voices were everywhere. The girl looked around and tried to run away from this place, but was blocked by several children in front of her.

The boy who took the lead in front of him had a vague face, but he was undoubtedly domineering.

"What are you going to do?" he said, "Did I let you go? It's the same with teaming up in class. Did I let you be on my team?"

Then there is a solid kick.

Unable to dodge, the girl staggered and fell to the ground.

"I...go home..." she said with difficulty, "I'm sorry..."

Today, they were randomly assigned to a group by the teacher in class, so these people picked the right time to block her after school.

It hurts... No, now is not the time to think about it.

She still has something to do, it's past three o'clock...it's time to go home.

The little girl struggled to get up.

She wants to go back, grandma is still waiting for her to help, she wants to go back.

If you don't go back, grandma will be very worried.

Seeing her struggling to support her body, passers-by wanted to give her a hand, but the leading boy glared back at her.

"Whoever helps her is against me!" He said arrogantly, "Besides, she is a monster! Be careful that you will become a monster too!"

He was obviously a very immature child, but he sprayed vicious words, "Her grandma was picking up trash in another place...she must have picked up trash and picked it up!"

When the other children heard these words, they withdrew their hands in a panic and ran away.

Only the little girl was left barely holding on to the ground, half sitting up.

"An unwanted child!" Another child spat at the cowering girl, "It must be a monster, just left behind by mom and dad—"

He crossed his arms arrogantly, "We don't team up with this kind of guy! The big-eyed monster is really, I don't know what to think, but put us and her together..."

The big-eyed monster is the nickname they gave to the teacher in class.

"What a turnoff!"

"Yeah," said the boy on the other side, "that grandma of hers is a monster too! The whole family—"

The girl who was shivering suddenly seemed to have strength, and she struggled and rushed towards the boy.

"Don't say my grandma!" She grabbed the boy by the collar, "Don't you—"

From the severe pain of being pulled from her hair, she backed away in pain, and a slap came on her face.

That slap slapped her hard on the face, with a crisp sound, causing the girl's face to sway away, and it swelled up quickly.

"What are you doing?" the teacher demanded sharply, "There was a fight not long after school started, what do you want to do?"

"Call your parents to come to school!"

"I'm sorry, please forgive her for once," the old man said humbly, "she's not usually like this—I'm very sorry."

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand and pushed the girl next to him, "Apologize quickly."

Pushed by a stranger, she looked around in a daze.

This seems to be a teacher's office, with two adults and two children standing opposite her, and beside her is an old man with a stooped back.

She looked down at her hand, which was a child's, slender and young hand.

The table in front of her was also unreasonably high, and it seemed to be difficult to reach, which made her feel unusually inconsistent. There was a piece of paper that seemed to be shining on it.

This is where?What is this... doing?who is she?

She couldn't remember.

But she always felt that whether it was all the decorations here or the things that happened, they seemed to have really existed in her memory, and there was an unusual sense of familiarity.

"Drop out of school, we ask her to drop out of school," the adult on the opposite side said domineeringly, "It's absolutely impossible...such an aggressive child...can't let her stay in school!"

He knocked on the table, "It will ruin my children."

Hearing these words, the old man stretched out his hand and pushed the child again.

"Speak quickly, be obedient," the old man urged anxiously, "Apologize quickly!"

She subconsciously took a step back in resistance.

She looked at the old man beside her and said involuntarily, "...I don't want it."

"Teacher, look, is this an apology?" Another female voice said, "I will definitely do it again next time. We suspect that she has serious violent tendencies..."

"Apologize," the old man begged almost crying, "Apologize quickly...you are obedient."

She bent down again, almost begging, and said to the opposite parent, "Please don't let her drop out of school, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but please, don't let her drop out of school... She can't speak, she's too young, yes I didn't teach well... I'm really sorry..."

Her pleading words seemed to help a little.

Looking at the old man's appearance, one of the parents on the opposite side sighed.

"Forget it," he said, "if you ask her to apologize, we won't pursue it."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Apologize quickly..." the old man urged again, "Be obedient, apologize quickly."

The old man's voice was not urging harshly, but with a touch of despair, which made her a little bit at a loss.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out, "I know I was wrong, Grandma."

Although she yelled "Grandma" quite smoothly, she always had a sense of upside-down confusion.

Is this really her memory?Is it something she has experienced before?Who is she and what is her name?

"I am," she said struggling, "who am I?"

After saying this, she seemed to hear someone shouting something.

It seems to come from a distant place, but it is not real.

"White bird? White bird!"

This familiar voice kept calling, stripping her from that suffocating feeling.

Yes, she is Mariko Shiratori.

She is not this little girl, this girl named Harue Takumi.

Shiratori Mariko suddenly woke up from the illusion.

She looked at Fu Heihui who was very nervous in front of her, and was a little confused for a moment, "Fu Hei?"

"It's me," Fu Heihui replied, "Shiratori, are you okay?"

He asked with concern, "Is there any discomfort? You just stopped when you entered the door."

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, "I'm fine."

The scene she saw just now gave her a sense of dislocation, but it was truly terrifying.

It's hard for Mariko Shiratori not to think of everything that happened to her.

What happened to her when she was a child, not much different

Shiratori Mariko slowed down a little, and exchanged her discovery with Fukuroe in a low voice.

"What I saw just now should be Takumi Harue's memory," Shiratori Mariko said, "but I don't know why she showed me this instead of directly attacking us."

She hesitated for a moment, "If the curse spirit used to be a human being, would it have wisdom?"

If so, what is this curse spirit trying to tell her?

Shiratori Mariko moved her hand stuffed in her pocket, but she felt something hard held tightly in her hand.

She and Fu Heihui looked at each other, slowly took out their hands and spread them apart.

A quarter of the paper, which had obviously been cut, lay quietly in her palm.

The three who chose the senior side had just finished a battle.

It was not a smooth journey for them. Almost every classroom hides a low-level curse spirit. It is not difficult to get rid of, but it is a waste of time.

In this way, he fought all the way to the stairwell.

"It's finally here," Nagasaki Wild Rose flicked the hammer and nails, "It's really difficult, these curses."

Even though she had consumed some physical strength, her mouth was not idle, "I don't have much ability, but there are many things to do."

Knotweed nodded in agreement, while Junpei stretched out his hand and rubbed his jellyfish shikigami.

Just as he was about to step up, Hiroto Hirohito heard footsteps.

"There's something on it," he pulled the two companions together, "Be careful."

The strangely dressed guy came down from the side of the stairs quite calmly, posing an attack on the three of them.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and I'm finally here," Baoxiang said casually, "If I don't go back, no one will cook the food at home. There's no way, as a big brother, you have to know everything in this way, so that you can be tolerant Brother."

He seemed to have no intention of saying more, and blocked the stairs, "Come on. Hit faster."

Such life-like words made the three of them a little confused.

Yoshino Junpei asked tentatively, "Are you a human, or a curse spirit?"

Lu Xiang frowned, as if impatient with his words.

"Of course it's a curse—wait a minute," his eyes suddenly fixed on Yuzu Yuren, feeling somewhat familiar, "You are, younger brother?"