I was reborn after swallowing twenty fingers

——He froze.

When you touch it, it feels cool and smooth to the touch.

Same fabric, same pattern.

The knotweed flowers under the sleeves, the flying fireflies, the visual atmosphere of summer.

This is a yukata perfect for festivals.

Just like a certain person who failed to send it out, the dream of a young man, like a pity, reflects the same splendor under the moon.

……how so.

There was a very subtle surprise in the amber pupils of the knotweed.

In the dormitory with the lights off, under the dim moonlight.

The pupils of the boy's eyes were as golden as ripples, they converged and returned to calm.

"How... very beautiful!"

The evil beast chattered very proudly on the side, as if showing off: "After careful selection, I fell in love with this one at a glance!"

"I always feel that it suits you very much." The eyes of the evil beast are as blue as fireflies, sweet as a song and bitter as love.

"..."

What did he say.

He said something to Him again, and then the room was quiet without any sound.

The young child picked up one of them and put it on. He tied the wide sleeves of the bathrobe under his elbows, exposing a forearm and wrist.

Finally, he stepped on the wooden clogs and ran out with a rattling sound. The beast stared at the boy who was gradually going away from the window. The leaves rustled and whirled with each other, and the beast disappeared.

He once again pursued his own youth.

Outside the high school, under the torii.

Gojo Satoru waited for that person.

He saw the boy's eyes.

It is brighter than the lanterns lit in summer festivals.

The amber hue poured under the burning light of the stars is as bright as gold.

——"Senior Wutiao!"

His eyes were bright, and he smiled brightly and waved to the young Gojo Satoru.

"Yukata! It's really beautiful!"

The white-haired cat lowered its head first, then raised it again.

The self-satisfaction of a tail that is about to rise to the sky is full of the meaning of 'keep on boasting and don't stop'.

"Just like the seniors said, it's the first time I participated in the summer festival of the high school. I was a little surprised that the summer festival was immediately followed by the exchange meeting. I thought it would be a few days apart." The boy smiled. Her eyes are bright and clear, and her pupils are as bright as light, "So, please take care of me today!"

With palms together, please, please, Hirohito Kojou said, "Take me to the summer festival?"

"Really, I really can't do anything about you!"

Everything was so clear in the night, he said, "Leave it to me."

"……thanks."

The cherry-haired boy looked back, "I'm very happy, Senior Wutiao."

Gojo Satoru was also wearing a yukata, the same pure white base, but the difference was the blue cloud pattern.

Gojo Satoru left and said that he was waiting for Knotweed at the foot of the mountain, leaving time for Knotweed to change clothes. After that, Chubby prepared the same bathrobe as what Gojo Satoru gave for Knotweed.

Knotabagi Yuhito didn't ask anything, he knew it well, and went to maintain such a precarious daily life.

He was very happy and very happy.

"—What time is it?"

The early cherry-haired boy smiled at his young teacher beside him, and shook his empty wrist at the same time.

The mobile phone was in the pocket of Polygonum cuspidatum, but he didn't look at it, but chose to ask Gojo Satoru beside him for the time.

Perhaps because of being raised by grandpa, Knotweed occasionally behaves old-fashioned in some inexplicable small places, such as being more accustomed to the time displayed by watches and clocks...but it is not so persistent.

He just wanted to talk more to Gojo Satoru, even if it was just such a trivial matter as asking about the time.

"It's close to 20:[-], and there are still more than [-] minutes." The long sleeves of the white shirt half-flicked the watch tied to the wrist, covering the Patek Philippe galaxy blue dial.

On it are the phases of the moon, the trails of the stars, and the flickering and dimming of Sirius.

At a price of up to 7000 million yen, it is time to turn a hundred years and expensive customization.

It seems that it can also be a concept of the universe.

——'It's spring. '

Under the distant stone steps, the festival booths in the far lamps are as long as flowing water, and people come like dragon dances, as if there are long chants from afar.

"Spring?" Knotweed was stunned for a moment, then listened carefully, the "spring" was still looming in the minor.

"But isn't it summer now..."

"It's Xia Tian." Gojo Satoru hummed the same tune vaguely, while looking into the boy's eyes with incomparable seriousness, "It's Xia Tian, ​​that's right... lah!"

He put on a brisk smile and continued: "Although this is the case, the festival itself is a celebration for the harvest, so whether it is spring, summer, or autumn, it is equally important."

"What about winter?" the boy asked again.

"Winter too." The young Gojo teacher replied.

They said these unnutritious sentences to each other, as if as long as you come and go like this, you can live the rest of your life, as clear and flat as white water.

The evil beast is lying on the top of the young man's cherry-colored hair, and there is a soft touch, without a trace of warmth, but it shows a sense of existence that cannot be ignored. His tail flicks and flicks, and there is a corner of his mouth that is always smiling.

Gojo Satoru's eyes that flowed like azure blue, his eyes ran across the top of the hair of the knotweed, inadvertently, but caring, so eye-catching.

Dark flow.

Nine o'clock is the time when the summer festival starts on time. Before that, the owners of the small stalls are still making preparations, and it has come to an end by this time.

They have been sitting side by side under the first torii gate before entering the high school since eight o'clock, the early cherry color and silver white are mixed, and the blue and amber project each other.

The teenagers spoke words that no one else could hear, and the cicadas sang quietly.

Knotashi Yuhito felt that he had been sitting on the stone steps along the mountain for a long time, so long that he had a sense of deja vu, so he looked down not far away.

Sparkling fire, lights like day.

Behind is the deep mountains and forests, and the torii gates are bright red.

Wait for the opening of the festival with the most important people.

――[20:50:02] "Speaking of which, it seems that this is the place where I first saw seniors." The young man turned his head and smiled under the starry sky, "But that time, senior Wutiao walked in a hurry. , I only saw the hair that went over."

[20:49:11] The young man's smile is verdant, as if in the wilderness.

Young and fresh, like a child of an ageless star, looking back at the radiant time.

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that he really watched him for a long time.

[20:48:00] "—but I've seen a lot."

The tall boy with silver-white hair smiled and said: "After all, my eyes are super easy to use...Look at it!"

Gojo Satoru leaned over, with the forehead hair of the knotweed slightly lowered on his forehead, so the boy saw a piece of cold azure, like a sea of ​​ice where snow rivers tumbled.

He did see a lot.

The slanted angle of the sun, the arc of the wind-blown dust, the young man's light tanned skin, cherry-colored hair tips and marks under the corners of his eyes.

Under the crimson torii gate, his expression was somewhat confused by the light, like a son of the deep forest who strayed into a shrine.

Everything was finally woven into a CG called "First Encounter", and the six-eyed truthful thirst became a memory that could not fade.

"I am the strongest."

Five enlightenment.

The son of six eyes, the strongest human being.

Hu Zhang murmured for a moment, then paused, "Senior Wu Tiao's eyes are very beautiful."

There is always a smile of Polygonum cuspidatum in those blue eyes.

What the six eyes brought to Gojo Satoru was an absolutely wide-area and no-blind-angle field of vision, so he could clearly see the time on the hands of the watch, watching this moment in a subtle way that ordinary people can't imagine-connected to the gears. Finer turning than nanometers.

[21:00:00] Fireworks blooming during the countdown, and Kagura dancing together.

The evil beast was lying on top of the boy's head, as if the translucent side was glowing slightly, and it was only a summer night firefly.

This festival is a medium scale.

But Hu Zhang still saw a familiar person, at this time he and Gojo Satoru were sitting on the vermilion torii gate and looking into the distance, as if they were looking at the world from afar.

He saw his friends from the former basketball club, and Kuroko's sense of existence was still thin and indispensable. Akashi Seijuro, who walked at the front like a king, had hair red like roses, and eyes of the same color were bright and majestic.

Aomine and Kise were arguing about designing the prize, while Momoi Itsuki was smiling while biting a small octopus ball.

Midorima was still so serious, and Murasakihara was still carrying the snack bag he never left.

Goldfish swam, paper nets shattered, and fireworks blazed brightly.

They looked up at the youth—the young man with early cherry-colored hair and clear eyes, like a mountain spirit who strayed into the world, with a wild beauty.

He sat on top of the torii and smiled at them.

He was talking, and the roaring fireworks covered all the sounds, so only Minglie's mouth shape in the light could be seen.

It seems to be saying that the fireworks are grand and the festival is beautiful.

Say long time no see.

Set a future that may not necessarily have a future, every year, we will meet here.

――Let’s go to the summer festival together.

"The blue fireworks are so dazzling." Knotweed.

"The cherry red one is the most eye-catching." Gojo Satoru.

And at the moment when the fireworks are burning.

The summer night festival sang songs praising spring, but this time Knotashi Yuhito finally heard all the words clearly.

Kagura bells, sacrificial drums, and ritual dances.

The song is long and heavy, and the voice of the priestess echoes like an empty valley.

Knotabagi Yuhito saw the crimson red clothes jumping among the dense lights—[Spring, spring, come quickly, my beloved child...] "You have to grow up slowly."

The evil beast and the young Gojo Satoru said the same sentence when the fireworks were annihilated.

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The author has something to say: I'm sorry, this book may still be a pit... I wanted to fill it out slowly, but for some reasons I decided to get rid of the curse orz will release the outline after a while.

The little angel who has been waiting until now... I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.