Why aren't people raising me

Although he wanted to see that family, Natsume Masaharu never put it on the agenda.

With Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie's participation, Natsume Masaharu's efficiency has suddenly increased a lot. In the online world where he doesn't pay much attention, the topic of "Good God" has not decreased but increased over time.This seems to have become a popular trend. People habitually worship every day, just like praying for a koi to the god of good luck.

Even without deliberate guidance, Natsume Masaharu unknowingly gained many believers.

[I really succeeded in the interview yesterday!Thank good God! 】

【Wish me success in exam, wish me success in exam, wish me success in exam!If it works, I will go to the temple to add incense money! 】

【My lost cat came back yesterday, my prayers must have worked...】

There are so many things, some of which have nothing to do with Natsume Masaharu, but everyone will put it on being blessed by God.

In fact, this is harmless, just a kind of not very serious joke.

Then, one day, Natsume Masaharu realized that he had become stronger.

This growth of demonic power was subtle, and he hadn't noticed it much. The opportunity to discover it was because he used spells in a hurry.

He smashed open a beam that collapsed in the fire, and the falling giant changed its trajectory abruptly, so that the firefighters and trapped residents were able to save their lives, and this scene happened to be captured by TV cameras. broadcast in real time.

Immediately, an entry about someone protecting themselves invisibly rushed into the trending searches. People rejoiced for their good luck, blessed the survivors, and thanked all the staff who contributed to this disaster.

That night, Natsume Masaharu found that his perennial translucent body had solidified, but it was not convenient at all. He could no longer pass through the wall, even if he knocked on the door three times without faith, it was still the same as before. Unobstructed feeling.

"Master Yazhi, you have really become stronger." Yi Nan was the most aware of his changes, and said pleasantly, "It must be because the number of believers has increased."

As the number of believers increases, the mountain god will also become stronger. Masaharu Natsume realized this theorem for the first time.

It is a good probability that one out of ten people sincerely believes in a kind god, but if there are tens of thousands of people, Natsume Masaharu has become a symbol of nothingness. For a time, there are more people worshiping him than the god of wealth.

"It feels like the spell spirits have decreased a lot these days." Gojo Satoru also indirectly felt the subtle atmosphere changes among the people, "Since the fire, many people have hope."

In the off-season when the curse spirit was born, Natsume Masaharu also lost a lot of business, and their time happened to be together.

So, the natural fun was carried out all over again.

Intentionally or not, when Gojo Satoru and the others treat Masaharu, they will always guide the itinerary to Akashi Masaharu's preferences, such as going to Akashi's favorite library, listening to piano concerts, and going to Akashi Masaharu's habit of going to high-end restaurants.

Natsume Masaharu actually lacks interest in these.

He doesn't want to read, because watching human beings walking on the ground is much more exciting than immobile words, and he doesn't have any talent for music theory. Not as good as the Daifuku that Natsume Takashi bought him, and the not-so-precious wine that He stole for him.

But Natsume Masaharu learned not to show these things, and Darryl praised him for being more sensible than before.

"Human beings should pretend, it's much better than being open-mouthed when you first entered the city!"

As long as Natsume Masaharu is with his friends, he is satisfied enough, so he doesn't complain about anything.

Until one time, it almost made his heart sink into the deep sea and almost didn't float up.

At that time, he and Gojo Satoru were bored playing card draw, and the one who got the trump card could eat the last ice cream, and he could also make demands on the loser that he must abide by.

Natsume Masaharu has won three times in a row, even if he doesn't particularly care about winning or losing, he will cheer for his good luck.

Then Gojo Satoru, who lost three games in a row, shouted, "Masaharu Akashi! Are you cheating!"

full name.

The name in the subconscious mind that was said out of desperation.

Masaharu Natsume was stunned.

He was at a loss, knowing that the person in front of him was calling him and playing with him, but suddenly he lost all interest, and his whole body was frozen like falling into an ice cellar.

Shouldn't.

He shouldn't have this reaction.

Gojo Satoru didn't realize anything was wrong after reading out the full name, and waited for Natsume Masaharu's "command" with his mouth shut.

Natsume Masaharu was holding the ice cream, and the silence was so brief that it was hard to be noticed. He looked at Gojo Satoru, who was exhaling from his chest, his voice was gentle but clear and powerful,

"Call me by name."

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, he sat up straight suddenly, his eyes were bound by bandages, it was difficult to see his emotions from his eyes, but he could perceive his astonishment from the subtle changes in other facial features and body language.

"Natsume... Masaharu."

Natsume Masaharu responded lightly, and then continued to chat with him as if nothing had happened, until there was nothing to show when they parted.

But he knocked on Natsume Takashi's window at night.

The brown-haired boy quietly glanced at the direction of the door, and let Natsume Masaharu in, "Why are you here so late?"

Natsume Masaharu pursed his lips, looked at him depressed, and did not speak.

Natsume Takashi felt his depression.

The brown-haired boy skillfully put on the Spider-Man tights, and then opened his hand to Masaharu Natsume, "Come on."

Natsume Masaharu leaned forward.

"How does it feel to be Spider-Man?"

"Hmm... It's a little stuffy, and a little weird. I'm too thin to hold up the tights, and I don't have big muscles to show my superior figure. Even the pants are a bit long."

"It doesn't matter, it will fit you when you grow taller."

"...Be sure not to let others see me as Spider-Man, I will find a crack in the ground and get in."

"I'll dig one for you, and I can cover the soil for you."

With trembling laughter echoing in the space, Natsume Masaharu chatted with him and felt much better.

Sitting on Natsume Takashi's bed, he analyzed his psychology sternly, "I don't think it's jealous, it's too outrageous for me to be jealous, I can't feel that I am a substitute, oh, put such a bloody thing on hold." There's nothing funny about me."

Natsume Takashi was doing his duty in front of the listener, he was actually a little confused because he didn't quite understand the cause and effect of the matter, but he understood roughly what Natsume Masaharu said.

"So... Actually, it's because they don't understand you at all."

This sentence is the essence.

Masaharu Natsume's expression froze for a moment, "You don't understand me at all?"

Because there is indeed another person's shadow on his body, Natsume Masaharu seems to be covered under it and does not let out his own light.

Masaharu Natsume raised his chin, then thought seriously, "Well, you're right, I don't seem to have told them what I like."

Although it is the same soul, but different experiences, Natsume Masaharu will still have different personalities and different moods.

The things he lacks in each life are different, so what he desires must not be the same thing.

"Let's tell them next time we meet. Just say frankly that my preferences have changed. I like other things. Let them get to know me again."

Natsume Takashi took off Spider-Man's hood, his hair was messed up, "So you figured it out?"

"Well, it's totally enlightening." Natsume Masaharu smiled at him, "Thank you, Takashi."

Only you, who met Natsume Masaharu.

Natsume Takashi's smile was very similar to Masaji's, but gradually, his eyes became a little dark,

"But Yaji..."

"That's not what you're really unhappy about."

The curvature of Natsume Masaharu's lips faded,

After a while, his voice was deep and deep,

"Well, I recently discovered that it is getting more and more difficult to leave Yayuan."

***

It is getting harder and harder for Natsume Masaharu to leave Yahara.

He has some unexplainable dependence on Yahara, and every step he takes is extraordinarily difficult if he leaves a certain distance, but he can leave after just getting used to it for a while.

Grandpa Yimu said to him, "Because you are already a mountain god."

"Your aura is becoming more and more like a mountain god."

Hearing this, Natsume Masaharu seemed to be telling him that the mountain god was getting weaker and weaker.

According to the weather forecast, it will snow again in Yayuan.

Masa Natsume said her farewell before leaving, and told the two of her unhappiness without any delay, "I don't like reading, and I'm not interested in listening to music. Now that my body is solid, I have to keep a distance from people. , so... let's go to the river to relax next time."

Later, Masaharu Natsume received a very solemn apology,

"You guys don't look like a face-saving and dishonest DK at all... you're all right..." Natsume Masaharu stood in front of them, not far away nor close.

"Face? How much is that thing worth?" Wutiao Wu broke his skills in a second, his tone was so deep just now, and now he is so high-spirited, "Your business is just beating my head and telling me that people still have to meet We have to meet more times when we have the opportunity, because maybe it will be the last time."

"I don't know why, but I think this is a bit unlucky."

"...It seems quite unlucky."

"It's about to snow, I want to go home."

Wujo Wuzhao waved, "See you in spring~"

Natsume Masaharu narrowed his eyes, "See you in spring."

Because the snowfall in Yayuan was the largest and longest in several years, and it will continue intermittently for more than a month.

More than a month later, when Natsume Masaharu walked out of Yayuan like a hibernating animal, he got a bad news.

"Something went wrong, Yaji."

On the phone, Xia Youjie's voice contained a hint of anger. He clenched his fingers tightly, subconsciously wanting to talk to Yazhi, but hesitating whether to tell the other party the truth.

Under Masaharu's repeated insistence, he continued, every word was plain and heavy,

"Someone made a living sacrifice to God."