Mr. Natsume's special mantra

Even for monsters, a thousand years... is still a long time.

During the period when Takashi Natsume's accident just happened, Bibing and other monsters were lonely and sad, and Madara's emotions were as flat as a glass of boiled water, and there were no big waves.

Some youkai who are on good terms with Natsume Takashi will talk about Madara's seemingly indifferent gesture in private.

"Too indifferent!"

"Natsume-sama has passed away, but Madara-sama doesn't look sad at all."

"Is Madara-sama such a monster?"

"If Natsume-sama can see it, I don't know how sad it will be..."

"It's about... Madara-sama!"

"!"

The little monsters who spoke bad things behind their backs and were caught by the Lord fled in panic.

The transformed Madara squinted at a little monster that was being held down by his claws, and the little monster said with a strong desire to survive: "Sorry, Madara-sama, we are not talking about you! Really!"

As if Madara didn't believe it, the little monster emphasized the tone at the end of the sentence, and while speaking, he glanced at Madara's expression tremblingly.

Sensing the trembling and stiff body of the little monster, Madara, who originally wanted to severely punish the group of little monsters who dared to speak ill of him, suddenly lost interest, as if believing what the little monster said, and let go of the giant claw that was pressing on him.

At that moment, the little monster quickly escaped from Madara's side, and disappeared from Madara's sight in the blink of an eye.

He turned back into the appearance of a three-colored cat in a bored manner, squinted his eyes, and lay down on the spot.

The warm sunlight shone on the cat, and he meowed a little comfortably, then, as if he remembered something, he flew towards the direction he came from.

A dilapidated but clean and tidy house stood there. The cat raised its foot and walked in slowly.

The tea-haired boy with soft brows and eyes was quietly lying on the bed in that room, fast asleep.

Madara walked twice around the bed where the boy was lying, then jumped to the side of the boy, lying there, ready to sleep.

Just thinking about it, the voice of the Dimensional Witch sounded in Madara's mind.

He drooped his eyelids lazily, listening to the witch narrating the deal between C and her in his mind.

When Ichihara Yuko finally finished speaking and asked about Madara's wishes, he agreed without hesitation.

This gesture made Ichihara Yuko couldn't help chuckling.

Madara glanced angrily at Natsume Takashi lying on the bed, the cat's claws were raised high, stained with the cat's duplicity and the temper of the cat's owner, Madara wanted to point at the source of his feelings without thinking at the moment when he was suspected of being ridiculed lose your temper.

But before the paw fell, Madara seemed to remember something, turned around and put down the cat paw.

It's not that he feels sorry for this guy, he just doesn't want to take advantage of his danger.

Thinking in this way, he turned around again, only to find that the moment he agreed, he had already left the original world and came to a new world.

……

After running around for a while, Madara figured out the background of his era.

It was the Heian-kyo era.

It is very similar to the previous world, but there are subtle differences.

After getting the news, Madara flew towards that familiar direction.

The familiar Yahara.

familiar forest.

Even most of the monster breath in the forest is familiar.

However, Madara did not find any trace of the boy, nor did he find the group of youkai who had lived there almost since birth.

After staying in that place for a while, Madara, who has the ability to approach the gods, has a guess in his heart.

Like a regular approach.

The monsters from their world in this forest were sealed by means similar to a seal.

They are sleeping in this forest, without form, only breath.

The giant white beast floated in the air on the wind, took a deep look at Yayuan, and left this place.

He didn't find Natsume Takashi's aura in this place, that is to say, the place where Natsume Takashi was hiding was not here.

Madara drifted in this strange world, and got to know more and more monsters, but the place where Natsume Takashi was sealed had never been found.

Among the youkai crowd in this world, Madara, who has been looking for the boy's trace, is out of place.

They don't understand Madara's behavior.

Even Madara himself didn't understand what he was obsessed with.

He found a reason for himself.

It is the oath that binds us together when we meet.

Madara will protect the boy until his life is completely wiped out.

Now that vile brat isn't dead yet.

Although he scoffed in his heart, Madara knew that was not the case.

On this day, Madara, who had turned into a human form, "accidentally" wandered in front of the door of the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei. He stared blankly for two seconds, then turned around and planned to leave without hesitation.

Before taking two steps, Madara turned around again, walked to the door of the mansion, and knocked on the door twice in a muffled voice.

He remembered that this Onmyoji seemed to be a bit accomplished in finding objects.

As if divining his arrival, Madara was greeted in front of Abe Seimei after the ringing.

This great onmyoji enjoying Heian-kyo has a gentle smile that Madara doesn't hate, and his long white hair is softly scattered behind him, and occasionally a few strands of hair come around his long neck. , a white-haired fox with red demon patterns lying lazily in the arms of the young man, being gently stroked by the young man.

It's obviously a very warm scene, but Madara finds it a bit dazzling for no reason.

Somewhere in the heart felt like it was being pricked with a needle, and it hurt densely.

Taking advantage of the situation, he sat opposite Abe Seimei, staring directly at the onmyoji in front of him, Madara bluntly pointed out his reason for coming.

Abe Seimei smiled, expressing that he was powerless.

Even he can't peek at things that are deliberately covered up by the rules.

Madara clicked his tongue, stopped talking, and sat with Abe Seimei all afternoon.

After going out, Madara licked the bitter tea smell left in his mouth, frowned, thinking that he was sick, how could tea be compared to wine.

Even though he thought so, in the days that followed, Madara always came to Abe Seimei every now and then, as if masochistic.

The great onmyoji, who sees through but does not tell, gently expresses to Madara that as long as he is alive, Madara can go to find him at any time.

But Madara, who heard this sentence, was silent for a long time and said: "There is no need to make such a promise."

He refused.

Abe Seimei knew that he had said something wrong.

Sure enough, after this time, he never saw Madara again.

There was no farewell, only this sentence full of loneliness was left.

The author has something to say: I want to write that when Natsume was seriously injured at the beginning, Madara was not particularly sad, as usual, but some ordinary things touched his and Natsume’s memory.

In this way, the pen is not enough, please forgive me.

[Natsume's new theatrical version will be broadcast online at 5:26 on May 18, theatrical version: Stonecaller and the Weird Visitor, two collections of short stories, if you can't wait, you can read the comic part first, if you remember correctly , Among the weird visitors, there will be a figure of Sanxiao, very handsome. 】

Love you, Chumi.

感谢在2021-05-1723：58：04~2021-05-2300：42：50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!