Find a way to own the 5t5

At sunset and dusk, the mountains in the distance of the road were inlaid with an orange-red light edge, and patches of burning clouds piled up in the sky, spreading towards the skyline at the end of the field of vision.

"Natsume—! Come on! The Lantern Festival is about to begin!"

The dark brown-haired boy stood at the intersection of the country road and the highway, waved his arms vigorously to greet him in the distance, his whole face was flushed by the skylight.

There was also a dark brown-haired boy standing beside him, who also smiled and said to Natsume who was running over, "No way, Nishimura seems to be looking forward to this festival."

Natsume Takashi ran up to them panting, pressed his knees and took a few deep breaths, apologizing: "Nishimura, Kitamoto, I'm sorry I'm late..."

Nishimura, who was originally very anxious, noticed the dirt marks on Natsume's shirt sharply. He didn't care about the upcoming festival, so he took a few steps forward and bent down to look carefully: "Natsume, did you fall down?"

Another boy named Bei Ben also came over: "Really...the clothes are covered with mud, is there any injury?"

Nishimura: "Ah, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have urged you!"

Seeing that he was really starting to feel guilty, Natsume hurriedly waved his hands: "No—it was me who was not careful, and there was no injury—the festival is about to start, let's go!"

A frustrated expression paused: "Is it really all right?"

"real!"

"Great!"

The single-celled Nishimura immediately believed it.

In contrast, Kitamoto's thoughts were more delicate. When Nishimura was rushing to the front, he took Natsume's arm and asked in a low voice: "Is it really all right? Don't be brave, you can participate in the festival next year."

Natsume showed a shallow smile, and directly pulled up the sleeves of the shirt to show him: "It's really all right, it's just that the clothes are dirty."

"That's good." Bei Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

"You two—so slow—" Nishimura turned back to greet his two little friends with an excited expression, "Duogui said she would go too, it would be great if we could meet at the festival!"

Kitamoto asked amusedly: "If you're looking forward to it so much, why don't you take the initiative to ask your multi-track classmates to be together?"

"--I can not!"

Natsume trotted a few steps to keep up with them, with a gentle tone: "Didn't you come here to ask me out after class, and multi-track students are also fine."

"No! She's a girl!"

"Huh? But aren't we all friends?"

Nishimura shook his head, sighed heavily, and said in a tone like a social animal that has experienced many vicissitudes: "Oh, Natsume, you still don't understand."

"………what?"

Depression came and went quickly, and Nishimura began to chatter about the strange things he had encountered recently, and then pressed his shoulder: "I don't know why, I always feel that my shoulders are heavy these two days."

Bei Ben: "Is it too long to write and raise your hand?"

Nishimura: "Impossible... I don't even do my homework."

Natsume didn't see anything on Nishimura's shoulder, and he didn't feel the evil spirit, so it's probably not because of youkai.

But just in case, he decided to show Mr. Cat another day, maybe it was some monster that could hide his breath.

Suddenly, a boy with a plain turban and head covering came up in front of him. He greeted the three of them enthusiastically: "Are you going to participate in the Lantern Festival?"

"Yes!" Nishimura admitted with a smile.

The boy raised a big smiling face, pointed at himself and said, "Haha, our family has rented a food stall, so you can try it when the time comes."

Then he raised his hand and patted Xi Cun's uncomfortable shoulder, and inadvertently passed his fingers somewhere, "I will give you a discounted price."

Nishimura didn't notice it, and immediately agreed: "No problem!"

After speaking, the boy waved his hand and left, and the three of them continued to move towards the place where the ceremony started.

After walking a few steps, Nishimura squeezed his shoulder in surprise: "Huh? Suddenly it doesn't feel heavy."

Kitamoto complained: "It can't be because I haven't exercised too much these two days, so now I can go back to normal after walking a few more steps."

"how could it be possible!"

The two in front were arguing, Natsume Takashi turned to look at the boy after hearing Nishimura's words.

he always feels...

That boy patted Nishimura on the shoulder on purpose.

"Natsume, let's go!"

"Ah, good!"

The boy wearing a turban bypassed the crowd, and quickly returned to the gate of his ramen shop, opened the curtain and walked in: "Dad, the ingredients are not enough..."

Before he finished speaking, he found the white-haired man sitting in the corner.I was taken aback for a moment, and then a surprised expression appeared on my face: "Teacher Wutiao?"

……

The new boy named Kazuki Murashita is the youngest son of the owner of this ramen shop, and also a student of Gojo Satoru's first class.

The boy asked curiously: "Why did the teacher come here? There are very few magic spirits born here, and the highest will not exceed the third level."

Then he seemed to think of something not so good, and worried: "Is there a special magic spirit?"

Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and shook it, denying his guess: "No, I only have work."

"I heard that there is a beautiful lantern festival here, so I made a special trip to see it."

Murashita Kazuki was relieved: "It turns out that the teacher is here to play—yes! Our Yayuan holds a lantern festival every year, starting tonight."

Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together with a "snap" and raised his ending sound, looking happy: "Isn't that just right~"

Before the boy could speak, he propped his chin with one hand and asked unhurriedly, "How is it? Are you still used to ordinary life now?"

Murashita Heshu was stunned for a moment, then touched his nose uncomfortably: "... When I first left the high school, I was really not used to the life of ordinary people, but now..."

"I'm ready to take the university entrance exam." He smiled.

The child who stood in front of the teacher and cried so hard, has now reconciled with his cowardly self and can calmly accept the reality.

Gojo Satoru just nodded after hearing this, and then talked about another topic, as if he was just asking casually.

"Has Kazuki lived here for a long time? This place is called Yayuan."

The boy nodded and said, "Yes, I grew up here."

"I see." Gojo Satoru smiled inexplicably.

The boss's voice suddenly came from the kitchen of the ramen shop, "Heshu—there's not enough manpower right now, come in and help!"

"Okay Dad!" Murashita Kazuki responded loudly, and then said apologetically to Gojo Satoru, "Teacher, I'll go in and help first."

"Okay." Gojo Satoru stuffed a lollipop into his mouth, and waved at him.

When the figure of the student disappeared into the back kitchen, he stretched himself, got up and left. When he went out, he happened to see the person who had split up just now, and the candy in his mouth was broken into two by him.

"How about it?"

……

"It is indeed a fusion of worlds, very similar to the situation in Waichang Village back then."

I told him what I found: "However, this world is more integrated, which will not only change human cognition, but even curse spirits have appeared here."

Gojo Satoru and I walked forward together: "I asked the student just now—he said that he grew up in this place called Yayuan."

But in fact, "Bayuan" just popped up recently.

"When the world merges, everyone's cognition will be changed, and their subconscious will deceive them. You will find that it is wrong because you have a connection with me, otherwise you will be like him."

I explain a little bit why.

"Wow, I refuse." Gojo Satoru was full of resistance.

"Do you still remember that there is a mass of power in my body that cannot be swallowed?"

"It has something to do with it?"

I took out the candy box from my arms, nodded and put the candy into my mouth: "Well, the consciousness inside it is awakening, the world has been affected by it, and it will return to normal in about a week."

When Gojo Satoru heard the word "influence", he paused, and bent over to look over: "Did that affect you? It won't be like that time."

He was referring to the time I ran out at night.

The beautiful blue pupils looked at me intently, inexplicably made me feel better, and even the voice was light: "It has no effect, it can't hurt me anymore."

Gojo Gojo hooked his lips, straightened his waist again, and praised the venue, "Not bad, it's great."

Immediately, an expression of eagerness to try appeared on his face: "That is to say, it's just a matter of just coming here to play. This is the first time I've heard of a festival like the Lantern Festival. It makes people very curious."

I thought for a while: "...I haven't seen it either."

He approached quickly, his eyes sparkling: "Then let's go and see together."

As night fell, red ropes were pulled up everywhere in the square, brass lanterns of different styles were hung on the red ropes, and stone lanterns were placed on the side of the road, with candles burning inside, lighting up the dark night.

All kinds of small stalls are arranged in the center of the square, leaving a path for people to pass through, and the hazy fireworks continue to rise from the frying pan.

Gojo Satoru dragged me to a Kanto cooking stall, and ordered a lot of things in one go: "I need this, this, and these."

I wondered, "Are you hungry?"

He plausibly said: "To participate in the festival is to eat."

I very much doubted the veracity of this point of view, but having no experience to refute him, I conceded for the time being when he held the long stick to my mouth for a bite.

Almost 80.00% of the people who participated in this festival were wearing kimonos. In contrast, the ordinary clothes worn by Gojo Satoru and I were a bit out of place.

He bit the fish tofu, pointed in a random direction, and said in a casual tone, "They don't have any either."

I looked in the direction and found that it was three high school boys. They were surrounding a small goldfish fishing stall, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

After walking a few more steps, I came to a booth selling masks. Gojo Satoru looked at the fox masks of different styles on it, and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Look, they are all festival masks. Do you want to choose one? No matter which one you choose, it looks better than the one you chose before."

"...don't choose."

While no one noticed, I pressed my palm against the wall, and soon a small vortex appeared.

I directly reached into the whirlpool to search, and after a few seconds, I took out a silver-white mask and shook it at Gojo Gojo.

"I already have one I like."

"Huh? This is the one I bought at the port."

He recognized it.

I nodded and said, "Yes, you sent it."

"Speaking of it——I'm a little curious." Gojo Satoru folded his hands on his chest, bent down sideways, and kept his gaze level with mine. "Do you like it because the pattern is similar to the hairpin, or because I gave it to you?"

I thought for a few seconds, and was about to say the answer when I was suddenly interrupted by a young voice: "That...excuse me..."

Turning around, the boy who made the sound was one of the three high school boys just now, with short light brown hair, looking at me nervously: "You...is your name Anna?"

I have no impression of him: "Do you know me?"

The boy showed a shallow smile: "My name is Natsume Takashi, and you have helped me before."

The name sounded familiar. I thought about it for a few minutes, and found a memory in the depths of my memory: "...you are the child who can see monsters."

In order to avoid the monster's pursuit, he hid in the rain, drenched all over his body, as pitiful as a puppy in distress.

"Have you grown this big yet?"

I remember when I saw him as a small one, the world is different, and the flow rate of each other is also different, and he is now a high school student.

"Yes, thank you very much for your help." Natsume bowed.

That was the first time he knew that he was not a different kind, which gave him great encouragement, and he was willing to muster up the courage to face the strength in his body.

"Your coat...is still here with me." He smiled sheepishly. "When I was young, if I wore it, monsters would avoid me."

Seriously, if he hadn't appeared in front of me today, I would have completely forgotten about it.

A hairy head popped out from behind, its chin resting on my shoulder.

"—what coat?"

I answered Gojo Satoru first: "The kid got wet in the rain before, so I left him the coat."

Although the real reason is that the coat got wet, I don't want it anymore.

Then he looked at Natsume Takashi: "Because I just killed the monster attached to the monster at that time, so there is a shocking aura... It should not work now."

The boy nodded and admitted: "That's true."

Scratching the side of his face, he asked, "Shall I go home and bring you that coat now?—I kept it safe."

I didn't really want it, but Wujo Satoru agreed directly: "Okay."

Natsume Takashi immediately ran back: "Please wait a moment!"

Gojo Satoru's chin was still resting on my shoulder, moving back and forth, his hair kept rubbing against my neck, itching.

I raised my hand against his forehead: "Why did you agree?...I don't want it anymore."

He muttered his opinion: "No, you can't leave your clothes at other men's homes."

"He was a kid when I sent him out."

"Now he's a high school student."

I get what he's trying to say, it's just...

"……You think too much."

He pretended not to hear, straightened his waist, and began to focus on other small stalls.

Takashi Natsume came back soon, returned the coat to me, and went back to find his friends.

"Look, I said you were thinking too much." I said to Gojo Satoru.

—He still pretended not to hear.

Walking through a corridor full of hanging lanterns, there is a big blessing tree at the end, and next to it is a place to buy blessing beans, amulets and lanterns.

If tourists are interested, they can sprinkle dry beans with their own hands, write wishes, light lanterns and hang them on the trees to express a wish.

"Do you want to try?" Gojo Satoru asked me.

"...It's all right. Do you want to try?" I looked up at him. "But I don't really believe in these things."

"Just try it when you come." Gojo Satoru bought an amulet, "If you don't believe that hanging on a tree can make your wish come true, you can stick it on me."

He tilted his head at me naturally: "After all, I am the strongest."

"...Could it be possible to achieve it by sticking it on your body?"

"Absolutely." He said without hesitation.

So I took the amulet, flattened the paper, wrote something with a pen, without letting Gojo Satoru see it, then folded it again and stuck it on his body.

"So soon?" He glanced at the wishing note attached to his shoulder, and blinked at me, "Can I see it?"

"sure."

Originally, he was just asking casually, but he didn't expect that I would agree, so he opened it with great interest, and fell into deep thought while looking at the text inside.

After a while, Gojo Satoru folded the amulet again, cleared his throat, and called my name in a protracted voice on purpose: "Anna, I said—"

"What does it say - 'become a fool'?"

With my hands behind my back, I passed him and walked briskly forward, my curly long hair shaking slightly with the steps: "It's literally."

The end of his words rose slightly, sounding lazy.

"I'm going to be angry."

I turned to see his expression.

This person said he was going to be angry, but he was smiling, showing no sign of anger at all.

So I laughed too.

"It looks as if it has been achieved, so fast."

"Hey--"

Walking forward in a good mood, he suddenly remembered the question he asked before: "By the way, the previous question..."

"At first, I liked it because it was similar to the hairpin pattern, but now I like it more because of you."

"So there are two reasons."

After waiting for a while without getting a reply, I stopped and looked back.

He was standing under a big banyan tree, with several red strings of different lengths hanging from the branches above his head, with colorful wishing papers wrapped around the ends of the strings, which were gently spinning under the warm orange light.

Sensing my gaze, Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and squeezed them in his hands, biting his tone upwards, "Huh?——Is that so."

Immediately afterwards, he came over and stood beside me in three steps at a time, hooked his fingers around the end of my hair, and complained coquettishly in his tone: "It's so cunning, this kind of both sides is not an answer at all."

There is no pain at the end of the hair being pulled, only a very slight pulling sensation that seems to be intentionally drawn to attention.

I simply followed this force and leaned my head towards him, looked up at him, and then raised my eyebrows: "But——"

"That's what I thought."

He pulled the ends of his hair out from between his fingers.

With his hands empty, he simply put his hands in his pockets and followed, his short silver hair shone warmly under the lamplight, and he was full of smiles.

"It doesn't matter, it can't—"

A soft light glowed from the ventilation hole of the stone lantern at my feet. I walked past this round of light without looking back: "Then... I don't care either."

"Hey~ okay."

In this bright enough to light up the night sky, I walked forward stepping on the halo all over the ground, and the person following me whispered in a tone of "lose": "This time, you will win first." .”

Not only that, but he deliberately walked a few steps faster, bent over and looked at me, with an innocent expression on his face: "I made a lot of concessions."

After finishing speaking, his eyelashes were slightly drawn, covering the faint light in his eyes.

"Next time, there will be a next time."

The meaning in the words is cryptic and clear.

"Just say my name."