Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu Nakahara did not participate in the execution of the cursed master.

He shared his identities with Wujo Wuxia Youjie, and when he couldn't wait to find Akashi Seijuro, he learned that he had gone abroad as an exchange student.

At that time, he went to Akashimoto's house familiarly. As a visitor, it was still Mr. Nayue who opened the door.

In five years, the wind and frost left on people's faces are mostly obvious, but Mr. Yue seems to be more than eight years old, and he is in the prime of life, but his hair has turned gray several times.

He still has the appearance of an elite, with decorative gold-rimmed eye sockets, polished leather shoes, and the posture of bending and bowing his head is still so humble, but Nakahara Masaharu didn't even dare to recognize him at first,

Because he looks much gentler than before, but it's not that his temperament has become soft, but that he has been smoothed. He has experienced too much wind and rain, and his whole person exudes a subtle decadent atmosphere.

"Jaji?"

When he opened the door, Mr. Nayue blurted out the name. His eyes were dazed and touched for a moment, but he quickly realized that he had misidentified the child in front of him.

"Who are you looking for?"

Later Masaharu Nakahara found out with regret that Akashi Seijuro went abroad to study and did not return until three months later.

He came half a month earlier, so he might have met him.

Masaharu Nakahara also had the opportunity to study abroad. He originally wanted to skip a grade to Cambridge University at the age of 14, but he gave up for various reasons and chose Dongda University, which is more convenient for business.

"Maybe you can send him a message." Xia Youjie said to the obviously disappointed Yazhi, "I have his contact information here."

"Just come up and say such outrageous news...I won't be treated as a scam call,"

"Indeed." Xia Youjie also felt that if such a call came and the other party threatened that he was Masaharu Akashi, he would be so angry that he would turn out the guy on the other side and punish him, "Akashi might fly back overnight , whether you believe it or not."

It's true, if it's Akashi Masaharu, Seijuro can't help but get on the plane immediately, if it's not, he will come back to investigate this person.

"Then I'll see him when he comes home from vacation." Masaharu Nakahara quickly compromised, and they were not in a hurry, "It's better to talk about such an important matter in person."

After getting back the memory of the second life and meeting the second life's partner again, Nakahara Masaharu has been in a good mood for a long time. Even though he still can't let go of his death, he can only be forced to try to accept it. It's not difficult at all.

Because Nakahara Masaharu also likes his own life very much.

"Am I going to pay off all my sins soon?" Nakahara Masaharu would pester Darryl to ask this kind of question recently, "I saved a lot of people in my second life, but they are because I changed the trajectory of their fate." Well, the people they save will be indirectly counted on my head, just like those people I dragged Chuya to save, I changed the trajectory of their lives."

But the talkative Darryl couldn't avoid him, and always didn't answer his questions directly, "You should think about how to save more people."

"How long will it take?" Masaharu pursed his lips, "How much crime is tired? He has been in hell for many years, isn't the progress of the two of us still not enough? This will make me feel that I will never know the end Well, it's like a dark bottomless pit."

Persistence at a loss is the most tormenting.

"My third life also saved a lot of people, this life..."

"Can I live for myself?"

Masaharu Nakahara recently discovered that he loves boxing.

Without the intervention of his father and mother, he was finally able to fight fist to flesh with the training object. Although it was just Matsuda Jinpei teaching him to play with him again and again, Masaharu Nakahara did feel the joy of doing his best.

He likes the tension in fighting and the urgency of racing against time. When the other party throws his fist at him, he has to distinguish whether it is a fake move before, and then judge the implementation point of the attack. Yazhi likes the moment he guesses right, the gushing out achievement and joy.

It's a different feeling from reading and doing questions, mixed with thrills and excitement, success or failure can be determined in an instant.

"Don't ask, I will tell you when the day comes."

Reaper raised her head, the skeleton body with ancient clothes has a strong oppressive force,

"The contract between us is unbreakable."

***

It's useless to worry about those, Masaharu Nakahara devoted himself to his ordinary life.

When he told Hira that he had gained weight that day, Matsuda Jinpei seemed astonished as if he had just discovered it.

"You are fat?"

He touched Yazhi's face curiously, "I didn't realize that, looking at it this way, your chin is indeed a bit rounder."

When he first met Masaharu Nakahara, Masaharu Nakahara still had a weak and sick look on his body, his cheeks were thin, and he looked pitiful.

Masaharu Nakahara rubbed his hand, "Do I need to lose weight?"

"Looks like I can't eat too much sweet anymore." Matsuda Jinhei checked Masaharu's teeth by the way, "Your new conjurer friend is a sweet guy, and his breath often smells sweet."

Breath, with, sweetness.

Nakahara Masaharu looked at Matsuda Jinpei strangely, "Are you paying attention so carefully?"

"Compulsory course, compulsory course, after all, it will make it easier for me to collect suspect information." Matsuda Jinhei rubbed his index finger on his nose, and seemed to feel a little strange, "You must have been fed a lot when you went out to play with him." High-calorie stuff...don't look away from me, you're a picky eater even if you look cute."

Masaharu Nakahara laughed twice, "Cream ice cream...it's so delicious."

This is the same as M’s, it’s something that Masaharu Nakahara could only squat outside the window to look at when he was a child. They ate the sugar water they froze in the winter, and they would buy popsicles when the conditions were good, but Zhong was also afraid that he would spoil his stomach if he ate it—— In fact, Masaharu really had a bad stomach - so he limited the number of times he bought it.

"You can eat it, but you can only eat a few bites." Matsuda Jinhei saw that he was greedy, "I arranged a training plan and still gained weight, how much did you eat..."

Fat Zhi: "Maybe I just have this gene?"

His playful appearance was very pleasing, and Matsuda Jinpei patted his head again.

"The next time I see your brother, this matter will definitely be mentioned."

"But Nakaya is very busy recently, so he won't let me go to Yokohama." Masaharu Nakahara tugged at his long braids, "I'll go when I lose weight~"

"The weather is going to be hot, don't you want to cut your hair?"

"Don't cut it, it's Chuya's hairstyle." Masaharu Nakahara is very persistent in this regard, "You can tell at a glance that it's the family's hairstyle."

"Alas."

Probably when the topic got to Zhongye, Zhongye really came out to show his presence.

"Central Plains Ya Zhi—!"

The young man's slightly hoarse roar sounded suddenly in the room, and Matsuda Zhenping was so frightened that the wind was in a mess.

"Ya, Yaji?"

Masaharu Nakahara took the vibrating phone, "A text message came from my phone."

"...Do you want to use this beep all the time?"

"This prompt sound is very good, refreshing."

Masaharu Nakahara's children's machine turned on the lock screen——

It's a photo of him with Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie. It's very conspicuous, and Matsuda Zhenping can see it at a glance.

"... In this photo... the one with white hair is a conjurer, and the other one is probably the same. The clothes are magical."

"Ah."

"Masaji, do you like them very much?"

Masaharu Nakahara raised his eyes, "It's already used as a screen lock, how could it not be rare."

The curly-haired young man looked at him with rare emotion in his eyes, explicit warmth.

Yaji froze for a moment.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"you guess."

"..."

Are you happy for me?

Masaharu Nakahara looked at the text message on the screen. It was sent to him by Natsume. The other party wanted to come to see him and asked when he was free.

Masaharu Nakahara looked at those words in a daze, and suddenly wanted to cry.

His emotions came very quickly, and they were more difficult to stop than the river breaking its embankment, so when he raised his head again, he almost burst into tears.

There was no sound, and it didn't take time to brew. His tears were welling up in his eyes.

"I……"

Nakahara Masaharu stared blankly at Kami Matsuda Jinpei's surprised gaze,

"I have no idea……"

"I don't know how I feel right now..."

What it is to get what you want... It is indescribable to the extreme.

***

That's Yahara.

Yayuan, a remote town far away from the city, has a small forest that few people set foot on.

A white-haired child was abandoned there. The young couple searched for many places and hesitated for a long time. They put the child on the side of the road and then moved it under a tree, but the sky gradually became cloudy and it was about to rain. The couple ended up at a dilapidated shrine, where they worshiped and worshiped a statue.

They then put the swaddled baby in the only place where it was safe from the rain.

"That's all," said the mother, "God bless you..."

"Leave quickly." Father urged, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

The mother reluctantly left a kiss on the baby's forehead, then turned around and went down the mountain without looking back.

In the world they couldn't see, a huge skeleton floated above the baby's head, and a dark aura of death wrapped around her. She sighed, "Why did it start like this again? I remember you were abandoned to the Spider Mountain in that same way." Is it... Yaji?"

That baby is Yaji.

However, he is still immersed in his sleep and doesn't know anything.

About 10 minutes passed.

The seemingly empty field has actually gathered a lot of creatures.

They surrounded the baby. Although they looked strange, they knew the language. They lurked in the shadows, watching what the couple did, and unexpectedly understood what happened.

"It's so pitiful..."

"How can there be such a person in the world? If you put a baby here, he will definitely die."

"Can we feed him?"

"What does the baby want to eat? It's impossible for us to get breastmilk for him. There are no wolves, no deer in this generation, and we rarely even see a hare."

"We can't do anything...Look, he seems to have a fever. I think his temperature is not right."

Yaji has a fever.

Severe high fever is a fatal threat to vulnerable babies.

He was led around by his parents who were on their way, and his breathing became shallower after a fever.

And even if the monsters are anxious, they can't do anything.

"We should take him to a human hospital!"

"How? I can't even touch him."

"I can, but... a child is floating out of thin air in broad daylight, no, no, no, we will be exposed, and we will be discovered by the exorcist!"

"It's so pitiful, so pitiful..."

Yaji was about to die.

Probably flashing back, he opened his eyes when the first rain fell.

Those light-colored pupils clearly reflected the gloomy sky, the old roof, and the crystal raindrops.

Then, he revealed a strong, strong, almost materialized obsession.

—I want to live.

——Wait any longer, can I wait until the person who saves me?

The monsters who had been staring at him all the time exclaimed in unison as if they were shaken,

"God, this kid must really want to live!"

"It's such a precious life, yet I haven't looked at the world a few more times... Look at how bright his eyes are. It won't be long before they will be covered with ashes."

"Are we going to bury his bones then?"

"With such a small body, there is no need to dig a big hole."

"Ugh……"

Masaharu couldn't hear the sighs of the monsters.

He stared at the beams of the house that had been dusted by the impact of the rain, and looked at the only moving shadow in his vision.

Darryl, the god of death, leaned in front of him, "Hello? Can you talk! Masaharu—"

"Blink when you understand what I'm saying."

"You died too fast in your last life. You have just reincarnated not long ago. Are you going to die again?"

"Tsk, you won't become a silly kid again."

Of course she didn't get a response.

Just like that, twenty minutes passed.

Jaji closed his eyes.

As if unbearably disturbed, he seemed to have exhausted his last strength, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"Jaji—"

Darryl called him in a drawl, louder and louder, as if trying to wake the kid up.

"If you sleep, you will really die!"

The monsters also noticed something strange. They knew that Masaharu couldn't hear it at all, but they made a sound by beating gongs and drums.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

They worked together and chanted slogans, as if they were doing it, "Come on, come on, come on!"

But Yaji was still dead.

He passed away silently, without making a single movement before he died. He ended his life as a human being on a rainy day, listening to the hazy sound of water droplets in his ears.

In the remote woods, in the unvisited shrine, no one knows that a life has been lost here.

The monsters who discovered this stopped their movements in a daze, and a sad atmosphere was about to spread.

During the second of his death, Yazhi's soul was still in his body,

It was at this moment that the miracle happened.

The dead child was covered by a layer of faint white light, and his chest unknowingly resumed its weak ups and downs. The gathered monsters all knelt on the ground, either devoutly or fearfully, "Master Mountain God, Lord Mountain God has appeared!"

"Great! It's the mountain god--!"

They cheered and expressed their blunt joy. Seeing that the baby was more lively than the last second, as if they had received a favor, they thanked the mountain god for Yaji.

"Thank you, Lord Mountain God! Thank you, Lord Mountain God!"

The soul that was about to leave for the next life was forced to stay.

Lived in a strange, inhuman state.

***

The name Natsume Masaharu was given by the monsters. If you want to say why, they all miss a woman named Natsume Reiko.

They feel that human beings are called by surname and first name, so they gave Masaharu the surname of the person they care about most.

"Natsume Reiko, Natsume Masaharu, Natsume, it's actually quite nice to hear." Ichimo murmured to Masaharu, "Unfortunately, I haven't seen Reiko for a long time."

He is a one-eyed mid-level monster, his appearance is a little weird, even a little scary, but Yazhi is used to seeing him, and he often finds him very kind.

In terms of personality, One Eye is like a kind-hearted grandfather.Natsume Masaharu was brought up almost by himself. When he was young, he also wanted to pluck his beard out of curiosity, but in the end he didn't take action, and Yimu didn't know that he had such an idea.

Natsume Masaharu has survived in such a strange form of immortality and life. All he has come into contact with are all kinds of monsters. He has never stepped into the human world for three years.

"I always say that Ms. Reiko, I can't remember the stories fluently. You miss her so much, why don't you go find her?"

The white-haired boy sat on the tree with one foot dangling in the air and one leg curled up in front of him, asking in a slightly rambunctious tone.

Yes, boy.

Natsume Masaharu is in the form of a young man, in full bloom, with a radiant glow that is always flowing between his eyebrows and eyes, which is life and vigor, and it is the handsome stage of human beings entering adulthood.

Natsume Masaharu was probably turned into a monster by the mountain god. His body was dissolved under the white light, and what remains now is a spell, a spell that traps the soul.

Yazhi had been in a coma for a whole year before adapting to this state, and during this year, his baby's body was undergoing changes visible to the naked eye almost every day, growing rapidly, and finally staying on the left and right sides.

Why?The mountain gods don't know, and the monsters don't know either.

"Could it be that the mountain god likes you like this?" Monsters also like to speculate and gossip. They always light a small bonfire at night and chat together.

"I think it's because this look is the most beautiful and convenient. You know, after becoming a monster, you won't grow up again."

Natsume Masaharu will always look like a teenager, his face will not grow old, his back will not become rickety, and the years will not leave any traces on him.

"You won't grow up... Masaharu, are you unhappy?"

Natsume Masaharu sat with them, drinking the wine they stole from humans, and eating expired pastries stolen from humans, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I grow up or not, anyway, I don't know the meaning of growing up .”

"No! How can you be unhappy! Human beings are too fragile. If you are not careful, you will get sick, and if you get sick, you will suffer. The older you get, the ears will be deaf, the eyes will be blind, and slowly you can't even walk." Only The two-handed monster grabs Yazhi's arm and bends his eyes, "Unlike us, we can live for a long time, hundreds of years, thousands of years, we won't be starved to death, we won't be frozen to death, we can live for a long time together."

Yazhi smiled at him and filled his glass with wine, "Okay, let's be together for a long time!"

"yeah--!"

"cheers--!"

Sipping the clear wine, Natsume Masaharu glanced at the lights of the human city halfway up the mountain, and suddenly said, "Then how will we die?"

"Killed by the exorcist!" The monster said angrily.

"Except for natural enemies?"

"Maybe... used too much mana and died due to inadequacy? But every monster is different, and the taboos are also different."

Such a heavy topic is far away for Yazhi, he nodded casually, "It seems that there are many monsters in the world."

Although he only lived in a state of consciousness for two years in a real sense, Natsume Masaharu seems to know a lot. No one taught him, but he knows the names of all things, knows that clothes are dirty and needs to be washed, and that he needs to be thanked for being helped. Even in the eyes of many monsters, Masaharu Natsume is very smart.

"Master Mountain God must have turned on his sanity, otherwise he must like to pick his nose now."

"Human children are the most noisy during this period."

"It's good that Masaharu doesn't have an annoying period."

When Yazhi heard their chat, he would also join in with a smile, "You children who are so familiar with human beings, don't you often go to see them secretly?"

"Yeah——" the monsters who were found talking about people behind their backs would scream, "Masaji, do you walk without a sound?!"

"Well, no sound, because I'm very light."

"……Humph."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes, yes, we will also be curious. The baby born in Yayuan is only one in a few years. Of course we will join in the fun."

The white-haired boy who got the answer would chuckle a few times with a trill.

Natsume Masaharu spent two years carefree in the woods of Yahara.

He drank with monsters, stole human clothes, and occasionally stalked tourists in the mountains.

Three out of seven tourists will get lost, not because they have a bad sense of direction, but because they are drawn into a well-designed prank by mischievous monsters, which is the legendary ghost hitting the wall. teach them a lesson.

Because not every monster is gentle and kind.

Some monsters are born with malice towards humans, they will break down human houses and push human children, but at least Masaharu has never seen a monster that wants to take human life.

The days go by again and again, as if every day is the same, and every day is different.

He doesn't remember anything, but there is always a feeling in his heart that he can't let go. Besides, he is often so sad that he wants to cry.

When the monsters found that he was in a bad mood, they would try their best to make him happy.

Masaharu Natsume often receives gifts.

A simple gift, maybe flowers, maybe a rabbit made of grass tail, maybe a handkerchief floating from nowhere.

He keeps those presents in his cave...well, his residence.

One morning, without warning, Natsume Masaharu remembered his mission - he needed to atone for the sins of his suffering family in hell.

"I should go to the human world."

He said this to One Eye, but he looked very bright,

"I have found what I want to do. I don't just live for the sake of living."

"Do you want to go with me?"