Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu Natsume invited his "relatives" who have been taking care of him.

But he got a somewhat regrettable but not unexpected answer, "There is no place for us to hide in human society... Yazhi."

One eye blinked the only eye, showing distress and worry, "Also, you don't know...you can't touch human beings."

Natsume Masaharu is considered a spirit body.

He was forcibly left in the world by the mountain god, and the taboo is not to touch human skin, otherwise he will disappear.

He would hear this exhortation every year, and the mountain god would tell him repeatedly on the day he saw him every year. For some reason, it rained on that day every year, and Masaharu Natsume didn't like rain.

The rain will get him wet, but he has no umbrella, and there is no one to hold it for him. Grandpa One Eye sometimes finds him standing outside, and will cover his head with a huge leaf, and ask him why he didn't look for it. place to hide.

And Masaharu would always answer slowly: because he can always think of what he had such a strong desire to live in the first place on rainy days.

In comparison, he prefers snow, because Natsume Masaharu has no body temperature, and the snow will not melt when it falls on him, but he can feel the softness and coldness of the snow.

The earth is also beautiful when it is covered with snow, and Masaharu Natsume will blend with the sky and the earth when he walks in the snow, and it is difficult for monsters to find him when they look down from above.

"I know that I can't come into contact with humans. I still have my own instinct for death." Natsume Masaharu reassured One Eye, "But I'm very cautious, as long as I don't touch humans, my reaction is better than humans. It's much stronger, and I can fly, not to mention that humans can't see me."

"That's too dangerous." He turned a few steps with his hands behind his back, looking at the boy who was much taller than himself, and said helplessly in his voice, "But I can't stop you."

Natsume Masaharu smiled at him, "I will write back."

He was really looking forward to it.

Unlike him staring blankly at the sky every day because he had nothing to do, Natsume Masaharu seemed sober at this time, with a gleam in his eyes.

One eye widened slightly, "Masaharu, why do you want to go to human society?"

If it was out of curiosity and desire, it would also make sense.

but……

"What are you going to do in human society?"

What can a monster do?

And Yazhi looked aside, as if he was observing the reaction of something, and then he said in a clear voice, "It's not something to hide, I just feel that it's a waste of my ability to keep it."

That is the eye of death.

He can see the time of human death.

"I am a monster now, so I must be able to do many things."

***

Natsume Masaharu ran to find his other friends. He wanted to invite them to go with him, but without exception, they were all rejected.

"I don't want it!" He grabbed Masaharu's arm, "I don't want to be separated from Masaharu, woooooooooo—why does Masaharu go to the human world, isn't Yahara good?"

The suppressed emotions of the other partners were brought out by He's voice, "Is Yazhi leaving us?"

"Never come back?"

"I won't see Yazhi in the future—"

The atmosphere inexplicably became heavy and sad, Natsume Masaharu couldn't laugh or cry, "You guys, what are you talking about, of course I want to come back."

"Let's think about it... how about I come back every time it snows?"

"The snow-covered Yahara is beautiful, and I like it very much."

He made a promise to appease the hearts of these little guys,

"Ghosts don't lie."

He suddenly said, "I know that human beings will lie, I hope Yazhi will not learn to deceive from human beings."

Yazhi touched his hairless head, "OK."

He set off in the afternoon.

Natsume Masaharu passed by the small town of Yahara. He had been there before. After all, it was so close that he couldn't just live on the mountain. This small town was full of simplicity, but Masaharu always felt...a bit poor.

"Strange." Natsume Masaharu murmured, "People are living well and happily, why do I think they are poor?"

"It's just a simple lack of material." Darryl floated behind him, crossing his chest and said, "The environment here is really far from the place you lived in before, not even a star and a half, it's just the countryside, the poor countryside !"

She spoke mercilessly, Natsume Masaharu gave her a reproachful look, "You still look down on me?"

"I don't like it." Darryl said as if he was about to fly to the city now, "After three years in the mountains with you, I don't think I can even remember what the car looks like."

"There are five buses a day."

"Hey, I'm talking about a car, the shiny black one, exquisite, noble, and majestic."

Natsume Masaharu said to her, "Does the god of death also worship money?"

"The god of death depends on the face. If you look like a ghost or a ghost, I won't look for you." Darryl raised his chin slightly, "Thank me, boy, I'm what you asked for."

These words seem familiar.

Natsume Masaharu looked at her, "What was my previous life like?"

This question, he seems to ask every lifetime,

"Think about it for yourself, there will always be a time when you think about it."

"……Oh."

Although he lived with a bunch of monsters in the mountains since he was a child, Natsume Masaharu unexpectedly has common sense.

He waited for the bus at the station, carefully avoiding the reckless passers-by, and then boarded the roof of the bus.Natsume Masaharu sat cross-legged on it, looking back at the village that was drifting away.

Darryl asked, "Aren't you going to fly there?"

Natsume Masaharu: "It's so tiring, and I don't know the way."

He sat in the car for nearly an hour. For the first time, Natsume Masaharu left his hometown.

No loss, no melancholy, Masaharu Natsume changed positions in the car from time to time with inexplicable excitement.

"Why do you think I often feel sad?" Natsume Masaharu chatted with Death when he was bored, "I haven't experienced anything, but I seem to have something I can't let go of."

Although he asked this question, Masaharu actually had an answer in his heart, "Is it because of my previous life?"

"you guess."

"I guess so."

"That is."

"Darryl, your character is not pleasing at all." Natsume Masaharu said bluntly,

Darryl shivered, "Quickly change your outspokenness. Human beings must be polite and learn to fake smiles. Even if they know a lot of things, they can't say them out. There must be a sense of distance between them."

"Hey, you understand well." Masaharu Natsume propped his head up, lying on the roof of the car very leisurely, "It turns out that the god of death also understands the way of life."

Darryl gritted his teeth, "Don't be weird, brat."

Natsume Masaharu made her a little furious, but he was not afraid. He exposed the topic without any burden, "So if I go to human society, will I find out about my past life?"

"If you have the ability, just inquire."

Natsume Masaharu poked the hand of Reaper.

As usual, his fingers went straight through Reaper's arm.

"It's so strange, obviously we are all things on the other side, why can't I touch you?"

"Humans still want to compare themselves with the God of Death?"

"But the mountain god is also a god."

"That's a monster, how can it be considered a god."

"Oh."

Natsume Masaharu said he was tired.

He pulled up his coat to cover his face, "I'm going to sleep, please wake me up when we reach the terminal."

"Hey, it's only a 10-minute drive."

"Twenty minutes is enough for me to sleep."

Although he chatted with Death God a lot of unnutritious words, Natsume Masaharu was woken up by Darryl when the time came.

"Thank you," he said.

"Hmph." Darryl turned his head away.

Yazhi jumped off the roof lightly, turned his head and glanced at the black giant, "Darryl, you actually like me very much, don't you?"

"You are ashamed to ask such words."

"Why can't you ask?"

"The word 'like' has a special meaning in human society."

"I don't think there's anything special about it, I read it as soon as I rolled my tongue."

"..."

In the city, Masaharu Natsume started to hitchhike again. He sat on the roof of the car that Darryl had talked about several times, and the wind blew his hair messy.

"Where are you going?" Darryl asked him, resting his chin.

"I don't know, it doesn't matter where the car goes."

"What if the destination is not satisfactory?"

"Then get another car."

There are many people in the city, much more than Yahara.

Natsume Masaharu sat on the roof of the car that no one would touch, and looked upright. He looked at the tall buildings, at the intermittently lit windows, and at the passers-by with briefcases hurrying along. They looked different, But they are all the same as Yaji, with two eyes, one nose and one mouth.

Natsume Masaharu observed and said, "Why are they in such a hurry?"

"Because I have a job, and I have to run around for a living." Darryl answered him feebly, "You really talk a lot today."

"Are you bored?"

"..."

Without waiting for Reaper to reply, Natsume Masaharu grinned, "It's amazing that I can offend Reaper."

Darryl: "..."

Darryl: "...Sometimes I don't know if you're stupid or mean."

"I'm very smart. The monsters say I'm the smartest in Yayuan."

What I got was Darryl's sneer, "Huh."

Natsume Masaharu's car finally stopped downstairs in a residential area. The driver checked the getting-off week step by step, and then left with peace of mind.

It's completely dark now.

Although it is night, the night in the city is not as dark as Yahara, it is so dark that you can't see your fingers, and it is so dark that only the light spots of fireflies can illuminate.

Natsume Masaharu stole a piece of clothing in the store, and then put down the coat on his body that had been dusted on the roof of the car.

In fact, he thinks this should not be a good behavior, but Masaharu has seen monsters do this for him since he was a child, so he is a little familiar with it.

Darryl sneered, "When you think of everything, you will feel guilty to compensate these merchants."

"Compensation? I've already paid the compensation." Natsume Masaharu raised his eyes, "I saw that the shopkeeper's sister will die in three days. She looks so young and in good health. Some accident must have happened. I I will pay close attention to her in these three days, and will not leave for a moment."

This is Natsume Masaharu's ability as a monster.

He will not be seen by people, can freely shuttle in the entity, can fly, and he can do many things without hindrance-things that humans cannot do.

"It will be different to save people with this body." Yazhi said, "I have a hunch that this must be the life I saved the most. I can live for such a long time, and one day I will be able to offset my tired sins."

Darryl was noncommittal.

Natsume Masaharu stayed by that human's side for three days.

At the point of death, he gently pulled the hem of the woman's clothes, forcing her to take a step back.

It was this step that caused the collapsed shelf to miss her, and the loud noise woke the woman up. She was looking at the back strangely, but immediately looked back at the fallen goods in shock—they buried the place where she had just stood .

Such a coincidence, so lucky.

The woman looked back and forth in bewilderment, then she squatted down in fear and left the warehouse quickly after ten seconds, calling for help.

Other goods are also at risk of collapsing. The mess on the ground needs to be cleaned up. Only one person can take care of each other to be safe.

Natsume Masaharu watched the numbers above her head grow like a refresh, and a burst of joy rose from the bottom of her heart.

"This is the first one." He immediately said to Darryl, his voice raised unconsciously, "This is the first person I saved!"

Such an intuitive act of kindness made Masaharu Natsume really happy.

"Darryl, you must remember it for me, and don't forget it."

"I know, I know, there is only one."

"What's wrong with one, this is a life." Natsume Masaharu gave her a white look, "I'm dead now, and it's worth it."

Of course, this kind of talk is just talking, but there is some sincerity in it.

Natsume Masaharu was not idle during these three days.

He needs to keep abreast of the woman's movements and location, otherwise he will be too useless if he can't find anyone to save at the point of death.

While following her, Natsume Masaharu discovered——

"Her clothing store has many customers every day."

Daryl accosted, "Yeah, what's up?"

"It's like these people are waiting in line for me to see the time of death."

Darryl seemed transfixed.

"But the passenger flow of a small clothing store is still too small." Masaharu Natsume pondered for two seconds, "We should go to the subway station, to the train station!"

That's the transportation hub, where people gather most often.

"People from all over the world go there and I can see so many times of death, just remember their faces, remember where they went, remember their information, always find them, and then sort by time of death... ..."

Natsume Masaharu estimated the possibility of doing that, and was a little moved.

"—I can save many, many people!"

This is the power of monsters.

It is the power of invisible things other than humans that can watch them at any time.

***

Masaharu Natsume did what he said, and he adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror. Although he knew that no one would see him, he still wanted to make himself look better.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and Masaharu Natsume carefully avoided humans. He took a shortcut by taking advantage of his convenience, and his body directly crossed the wall and entered an elementary school. As long as he walked straight out——

Natsume Masaharu stared at the children in the classroom, and suddenly wanted to take a look with great interest.

"What's so interesting about the kid." Darryl was also forced to stop.

"The child looks very cute." Yazhi leaned over the window and looked in, and deliberately found a place with shade.

In the room, several children are surrounding a person, probably a new friend.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd said, "Hey, can you show me your hat?"

Natsume Masaharu was stunned,

He took a closer look, and saw a monster sitting on the table, about the same size as the group of children, wearing a red hat and hanging his head,

His voice came in a low voice, "Can you show me your hat?"

The children around heard the sound and looked over, and said unconsciously, "I don't have a hat..."

This answer became suspicious.

Everyone said strangely, "Hat, what hat?"

"Huh? He asked me if I had a hat..."

"Where, there is no one there."

This is a frightening conversation.

The brown-haired child tightened his hands and looked at the figure sitting on the desk in horror.

The monster with its head down showed a small part of its chin, and curled the corners of its mouth as if it had succeeded in a prank.

It's not a good thing to be spotted by a monster and you can see him.

He will entangle you and hurt you without knowing how to measure,

Seeing that the child was about to be in danger, no matter whether it was frightening or anything, Natsume Masaharu squinted his eyes and deliberately let out the monster power he had accumulated.

His monster power is mixed with the aura of the mountain god, and it was the mountain god who marked him, so even though Natsume Masaharu is far less powerful than those big monsters, the aura is very bluffing.

Sure enough, the red hat monster who was about to raise his head to show a terrifying face froze and ran away quickly.

The tea-haired child who was questioned by the crowd defended embarrassingly, "I heard wrong, I read wrong..."

But there is obviously no one there, and the possibility of misreading and hearing is close to zero. Everyone is very puzzled by its weird behavior.

"Natsume-kun, lying is bad behavior."

"It's too much to scare us like this."

Natsume Takashi opened his mouth, "No, it's not..."

"We all have come to talk to you obviously, so we don't need to attract attention like this anymore."

The child's face quickly turned pale.

He bit his lip, and finally only whispered, "Sorry."

Children are fickle creatures.

They didn't say anything more, they just left according to their mood.

One or two left behind, politely said to Natsume Takashi, "Don't lie like this next time, Natsume-kun, shall we form a team to play together in physical education class?"

"……it is good."

Outside the window, Natsume Masaharu watched this scene miraculously.

"Natsume? This child has the same surname as mine, oh, it should be said that he has the same surname as Ms. Reiko."

Darryl: "What do you care about so much? After watching the children's farce, I want to leave here."

"Do you hate children?"

"Twittering and stupid, and so are you, you were stupid when you were a kid."

Natsume Masaharu punched her, although she couldn't hit her at all, "Then I can also tell you clearly that you annoy me no matter what time period you are in."

Urged by the god of death, he did not leave.

Masaharu Natsume was a little worried and excited, "That child is a human being, but he can see monsters, so..."

"—can he see me?"

***

The teasing behavior of the red hat monster is really bad. Natsume Masaharu didn't want to scare him, so he wanted to talk to him when no one was around. He first walked around the campus a few times, waiting for the opportunity.

Surprisingly, Natsume Masaharu was the one who was accosted.

"Are you a teacher?"

The soft and waxy child's voice came from behind, Natsume Masaharu turned his head in surprise, and saw the tea-haired child staring at him cautiously,

His heart clenched, he, who had never been noticed and watched by humans, even had the idea of ​​avoiding at this moment.

it turns out……!

Natsume Masaharu opened his eyes slightly, his face full of disbelief,

I could actually see him!

His frightened appearance frightened the children who came to talk, Natsume Takashi took a small step back, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

"Do not……"

Yaji said,

"No, I'm just passing by." Masaharu Natsume laughed quickly, "What's the matter?"

Natsume Takashi looked at his expression,

There is no reason for this look to be familiar to Masaharu, it seems that he is habitually trying to figure out the mood of others, checking whether he has caused trouble to others.

Natsume Takashi pointed at the top of the tree, and his voice couldn't help lowering his voice, "My... schoolbag fell on it."

bag……

Natsume Masaharu looked up, and sure enough, he saw different colors among the tangled branches and leaves.

"Was it thrown from upstairs?"

This is too much!

"No!" Natsume Takashi hurriedly explained, as if he was afraid that Masaharu would go to the teacher to argue, "This... I accidentally dropped it."

Accidentally drop it, schoolbag?

Natsume Masaharu felt that even dogs would not believe it.

He thought about it, the children would not be too annoying, that would be too chilling, so the troublesome behavior of being thrown away from their schoolbags... Was it the red hat monster?

After being scared away by Masaharu, the monster secretly took revenge?

Ah, really.

Yazhi rolled up his sleeves and prepared to climb the tree, "Wait a minute, I'll pick it off for you."

"Hey!"

Natsume Takashi wanted to stop him, but he saw that Natsume Masaharu had crawled halfway, moving like a monkey... well, like a monkey.

Natsume Takashi thought secretly.

He quickly covered the corner of his mouth that was about to rise, when he suddenly heard a clear call from above his head,

"got it--!"

Natsume Takashi followed his reputation,

It was an unforgettable scene for him. The white-haired boy rested on the branch with one hand and carried the schoolbag in the other. The smile on his lips was a bit chic and complacent. The falling sunlight hit his body, making him look bright and warm. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sunlight seemed to pass through his transparent body...

Hey?

Natsume Takashi thought for a while,

Sunlight, through, body?

His eyes were fixed, and he found the details that made him breathless——

The sunlight really penetrated his body, and his body was so slightly transparent that it was hard to spot!

Natsume Masaharu jumped down, handed him the schoolbag, and said softly, "Come on, don't lose it again."

And as he stretched out his hand, the brown-haired child staggered back a step, turned around and ran away suddenly.

In a daze, Natsume Masaharu seemed to see his twisted facial features and frightened tears.

"Hey, hey! Don't you want your schoolbag—"

Natsume Masaharu followed closely behind.

As a result, the child ran more and more panicked, as if there was a beast chasing after him.

Seeing him running into the crowd, Natsume Masaharu was a little confused, "... Am I ugly?"