season sakura story

"What do you want to know?" I asked him in the study the next day.

"All of you." Atobe looked at me.

I smiled, "Atobe, didn't you guess right?"

"That's different, I need you to tell me," he insisted.

I was silent for a while, and my heart sank when I thought of some things, and those moldy mistakes and guilt swept over me.I shook the steaming cup, my hands were not warm but broke out in a cold sweat.My eyes were a little loose and dazed, and I couldn't say before that it wasn't me.

From when I became Oda Kisakura?

"The previous things are already blurred. According to others, Oda's parents divorced when Oda was six years old. Hayakawa Satoshi followed his mother, Oda..." Subconsciously, I compared the original Oda and I differentiated, and realized that it would be wrong for outsiders to say this, so I quickly changed my name, "I mean I... I follow my father. My brother's illness started when he was two years old."

My tone was unconsciously filled with sighs and indisputable annoyance and helplessness, accompanied by a slight throbbing pain in my heart, "Divorce, medical expenses, living expenses... The pressure of life made my father become extreme and angry, but he I don’t have that ability to…” I paused, and continued, “I came to support this family, so I gradually became addicted to gambling, but the more you lose in gambling, the more you lose.” I unconsciously slowed down my tone, and my voice gradually Stained with guilt, "It's been off track since then..."

I looked up at Atobe, "He's targeting my good friend..."

Atobe shook my hand, "It's not your fault."

I smiled back at him a little pale, "Really?" But then it had something to do with me.

"When I was in elementary school, I coaxed my younger friends to take money from home..." I said in a deep voice, "You can't imagine how bad his methods are, deliberately making Oda...I mean asking me to make an appointment to let friends come out , that place was always less populated or desolate, and then he waited there, either looking for someone to intimidate or directly snatching away...At that time, the person was small and scared and couldn't run away..." Thinking of certain scenes, I feel a little sore in my heart—— That Oda that has passed away.

"The final result is always nothing..." There was already a hint of sarcasm in my tone.

"The police in Japan are not that incompetent." Atobe said, looking at me.

A little mist rose in my eyes, what if that person's daughter was miserable every time, what if that person hinted at his daughter in the wrong direction every time, what if...

Who would doubt the love of a father as an outsider, and who would doubt the father he trusted as a child?

My tone was full of Qiuye's depression and indifference, "Who knows."

Only in this way, only by showing indifference can suppress the sadness and grievance for the original body.

Atobe tucked the corner of my clothes and said nothing.

"I moved after I graduated from elementary school, and I kept changing schools afterwards."

Without exception, they have a bad reputation in school, because Oda always suffers bad luck, because Oda is a bottomless pit.

Even if it wasn't her intention.

Boys who like Oda gradually start to be disappointed in her and hate her, because she always breaks promises her father promised to others.

Even though she hadn't seen through her father's actions at the time, she was extraordinarily tough in this regard, and she didn't give those boys any illusions.I looked up at the sharp-edged eyebrows and eyes of Atobu, and felt a little sighed and disappointed, because of him, because of the person she likes?

I scratched Atobe's fingers, "Atobe, you are indeed a very good person." It is worth Oda's determination to be firm, and even if she finds out the truth later, she still has some warmth and strength not to give up.

The former Oda was a kind and very sensible girl.

But when I came... I hurt her best friend.

Even if that wasn't my intention...

I sighed, so what if I didn't mean it?The damage has been done.

In the anime world created by man, I thought I was the savior. I had the feeling of clearing the customs, thinking that I could find my way back by dedicating like God.

It turned out that I was just thinking I was smart.

"Then it was me, I caused Ando Nozomi to become like that..." My emotions began to fluctuate.

Atobe pulled away my hand covering my eyes and held it in my arms.I looked up at him, and smiled a little forcedly, "I didn't cry, I wouldn't do it... How could I feel so guilty, I would only do it for myself..."

Atobe stopped me from muttering, "You don't have to be like this, say yes if it's good, and say no if it's not." The words of guilt are as straightforward and uncomfortable as you think in your heart, so you don't need to suppress them.He stroked my cheek, "Such indifferent self-suggestion won't lighten your burden."

Atobe waited for me to calm down, and asked softly, "So since then, have you become this kind of character?"

I looked at him, "What kind of character?"

He was thoughtful with a look of pity, but he was a little dazed in my eyes, "It's nothing." He hugged my shoulder.

I smiled blandly, "No need, I know my state, and I haven't suppressed my feelings."

Atobe loosened a bit, but his hand was still on my shoulder.

I started to think about the things I just passed through.When I found out that my face had changed, I could speak Japanese, and I was living in a world where there was a lot of respect and fanaticism for tennis, it felt unusual.It only took two or three days to confirm that I came to the world of "The Prince of Tennis".

I remember I was in a jewelry store in the real world, and it wasn't that trendy, it was kind of quaint, but it was just the way I liked it.I saw a tail ring at a glance. Its color is copper-colored, and it is inlaid with dark green diamonds. It is crystal clear without sparkle, matte with a sense of age, and the design is full of retro elements.

I bought it when I liked it. The moment I held it in my hand, my vision began to blur, and I was already here when I woke up.

After figuring out the environment I was in, I panicked, thinking it was a joke made by God.

When I hadn't adapted to the new identity and the new environment, Ando Nozomi and I were kidnapped.

Locked in a dark room, I probably had the courage to go back to the real world, thinking that this is the anime world, I am a human being, and there is a subconscious sense of sublime, which may also be called For self-exile, the worst thing is not being able to go back. If this is a game, what if I stand in front of me and win the chance for myself to go back?

Subconsciously, people always have an inexplicable trust and self-comfort in the fact that what is rewarded is what is rewarded.

I broke free from the rope with the technique I've seen in TV dramas, and made Nozomi Ando run to me to break the back.

Courage that cannot cover everything is solitary courage.I didn't expect it to rain, and I didn't expect that when we went out, the kidnapper was returning, and she almost recognized my father in the hood.

The question "Uncle?" that blurted out made my father's companion harden his heart, and separated me from Ando Nozomi.Nozomi Ando had a slight sense of claustrophobia. At that time, they showed her violent and bloody videos over and over again in a dark environment in order to shock Ando Nozomi and remove suspicion.

On weekdays, my uncle is very kind. This is the impression my father gave to many of my friends.

Because I helped Ando Nozomi escape, I was hit on the head when I resisted and fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he was already in the hospital, and Nozomi Ando had become what he was later, panicking about the outside world, ignoring others, and immersed in his own world.

I learned what happened from the police and the psychiatrist. I stood outside the ward and watched her. She shrank and showed no response to the outside world, which made me almost unable to move.

If, if not me...

At that time, Nozomi Ando suddenly raised her head in response, and her eyes lit up when she saw me.

She is very close to me.This closeness weighs heavily on me.I suppressed the self-loathing and shamelessness in my heart, and slowly cooperated with the psychologist to enlighten her.

The way she held my cuff carefully, and the cowardly posture she used to bow her head reminded me of her optimism with crooked eyes in the dark.

It's so different from what she looks like now.I indirectly ruined her.

After I came back, I thought about the scene at that time. The "uncle" that Ando Nozomi called at that time was really suspicious.Such analysis and exploration finally found clues.

But my father used other things to send his "companion" to prison at the time.

In the beginning, it was me who ignored my intuition and thought that this "father" just had some shortcomings, a bit greedy for cheap, a bit loves to gamble, but he did his best for his children.

The kind of concern that flows between the eyebrows and eyes cannot be faked.

It’s just that I’m still inexperienced. I used to be raised in the warmth of my family, but now in a new environment, I thought that all parents in the world are kind, hardworking and not complaining.

Ando Nozomi is only close to me, but her parents hate me extremely.

I thought, this is the best, I am dangerous, I am dangerous with such a father, her parents will protect her, and I will no longer have the opportunity to ask her out and expose her to danger.

After Ando Nozomi gradually got better, I began to stay away from her consciously, and gradually let her get used to that she can feel safe with others even if I am not around.

It's not that I didn't think about killing relatives righteously, but the people who were sent to prison by "father" failed to pull him in. When I started to figure it out, the evidence had almost been wiped out.

His previous behaviors also began to converge.

He just switched directions and held out hope for me.