On the degree of compatibility between Guardian Egg and Yokohama

Suzuki house

Today is Sunday, and Suzuki Haru, who loves his daughter, never works overtime on rest days.But today's situation is very special. It is rare for this strong woman to take home the unfinished work in hand.

The publishing house is preparing for the 'Spring Festival', which is not an event like a firework festival, but a batch of books with spring-limited covers, which will be sold in limited quantities.And magazines under the publishing house will also specialize in this topic.

And at the moment, they're worrying about models.

The requirements of the company's planning department are as strict as ever, or it can be described as nitpicking.As the largest publishing house in Yokohama, this event is related to the sales of magazines and books throughout the spring.

"That guy Kimura...really..."

Regarding the selection of models, Kimura's planning requirements are natural, natural - that is, amateurs.Famous models and stars were all excluded by him.

The theme of the Spring Flower God Festival really exudes a strong natural style. According to the man at the time, unfamiliar faces will appear more mysterious.

The doorbell rang, Suzuki Haru put down the tablet with a headache, went to the entrance and opened the door - it was Kimura, the planner of this event, who came.

This overly dedicated guy took the initiative to sacrifice his rest day and came to Suzuki Haruta to discuss and try to finalize the final candidate.

"I'm sorry Kimura-kun, I can complete the text work smoothly, but the model..." is an unfamiliar field at all.

"Don't be sorry, Editor-in-Chief Suzuki, I can totally understand, so I choose to assist you in your work today." Reaching out to adjust the position of his glasses, the tall and thin man unfolded the laptop he was carrying, "Actually, this event is planned for the company Prepared for the new magazine."

"New magazine?" Suzuki Haru was a little puzzled, "I haven't received any news."

"This is normal. After all, the company's magazine comics and text books are two different departments, and you are only the editor-in-chief of the text department."

"Then..." The strong woman raised her eyebrows and pointed her index finger at the table, "Why did this job fall on me? You came here specially today."

"Sorry..." Kimura turned the computer screen to Suzuki Haru who was sitting opposite, "There is a picture of your daughter on your desk."

On the screen is her desk.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, the woman folded her hands on her chest and lowered her tone, "Is that guy eyeing my daughter?"

Knowing that Suzuki Aoi is the opposite of this beautiful woman in front of him, Kimura's attitude is unprecedentedly polite, which is very inconsistent with his always tough style of the head of the planning department, "So I came today to ask for your opinion, Editor-in-Chief Suzuki."

At the end, the man added: "And your daughter's opinion."

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and after a while, neither of the two spoke again.

Looking away from the screen, Suzuki Haru turned his head to one side, and said in a cold tone, "Aoi is a senior in high school now, so she doesn't have time to do this."

He blatantly refused.

"The filming only needed to take up one day, and it was a Saturday."

"The child is not in good health and cannot be too tired. I have no way to promise you." Suzuki Haru's attitude was very firm.

"Just show your natural state, three sets of clothes are enough."

"No matter what you say, I won't agree."

Knowing that he couldn't convince the mother, Kimura lowered his eyes and raised his hand to adjust the position of the glasses.The light coming in from the window hit the glasses, making the lenses blindingly white.

"Editor Suzuki, do you know why editor Ogino chose your daughter?"

"why?"

Putting his hand down, the man spoke unhurriedly.

"Because of the feeling of being out of the world, in those eyes... there should be no one else except you."

"It fits well with the theme of 'God' at the Spring God Festival."

Suzuki Haru's expression was stunned for a moment, but her attitude was not shaken by the man's words, "So what? I'm going to promise you because of this?"

"It's not, you misunderstood, it's just..." Kimura looked directly at the mother, "Let her try more things and find what she loves, maybe the feeling of being out of the world will be restored." And so disappeared."

"It's just a new attempt, which doesn't take time and doesn't burden the body, and can also get a good reward. She can't live under your wings forever."

Lowering his eyes, Haru Suzuki took the lead to look away.

The space became silent again.The man knew the mother was weighing pros and cons, so he didn't bother.

After a long while, Kimura heard the woman say softly in a no longer cold tone: "If Aoi disagrees, you all give up this idea completely."

This is Aoi's business, and she should make her own decision.

"If the person concerned refuses, of course we will give up." However, he felt that the girl might not refuse, at least she would not reject it.

......

After finishing her homework, Suzuki Aoi went downstairs with an empty cup, and found a strange man sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Suzuki Haru was also sitting beside him.

The man introduced himself to her first, "Hi, I'm your mother's colleague, Kimura, the head of the planning department."

The girl realized that this man was talking to her with an equal attitude.

Nodding slightly, Suzuki Aoi greeted politely, "Hello, Mr. Kimura."

"It's like this, girl..." There was no nonsense, the man handed her the printed contract directly, "This is a new event planned by our company, the theme is Spring Flower God Festival, are you interested in becoming our model? "

......

Although she was not interested in becoming a model, Suzuki Aoi still took the paper contract and read it carefully out of politeness—at least she had to understand the whole thing before refusing, which was a respect for the other party.

However, the next moment, the girl was attracted by the column of collaborators.

"Deba Shizuji... Higurashi Shrine..."

"Ah... the Chang family is a very old family, the legendary family of exorcists. In order to make this theme closer to the mysterious side, the company asked them to cooperate." Although Kimura himself does not believe in monsters and the like Existence, but those who know gods and demons best should have no other better choice than Zhang Jia.

"As for the Higurashi Shrine, that is one of our filming locations." After all, it is the theme of God, and the shrine is of course the best filming location.

After listening to the man's words, the girl remained silent, turning her head to look at Mitsuha who was also carefully reading the contract.

What kind of form does her Sanye exist as a guardian spirit in this world?monster?Perhaps the answer to this question should be given to her by Shiba Jingji or the priestess of the shrine.

What's more, she also has her own ambition—the kind of unreconciled and restless ambition to become the 'protagonist'.

Intertwined with those central points, the weight of life will become heavier, right?Until the day she has the power to protect the people and things she cares about.

And a more secretive but earnest little thought—is there a chance for her to have the power of a witch, the power of eliminating demons?The existence of monsters and spell spirits in this world is an established fact, and there is no way to escape it. You can only try to gain strength to face it.

There is a determination in my heart that has been made.

"I can try, Mr. Kimura."

Looking up at the man wearing glasses, Suzuki Aoi's eyes were astonishingly bright.

......

After achieving his goal, the man left Suzuki House, and his style of acting was as vigorous and resolute as before, without any procrastination.

Watching Kimura leave, Suzuki Haru looked back at his daughter sitting beside him.

"Mom thought you would refuse, Aoi." That's why she was so resolute at the beginning.She knew that her daughter would not be interested in this matter.

The girl shook her head lightly, and was very frank with her mother.

"It's true that I'm not interested in being a model, Mom. But..." The mist covering the girl's pale eyes seemed to dissipate a little, "The Chang's house and the shrine...I want to go."

"sunflower..."

Staring blankly at the girl, this strong woman has not recovered for a long time—her sunflower... seems to have finally found an interface with this world.

Suzuki Haru has always been very worried about his daughter, especially Aoi's state a while ago—that state of isolation from the world has become more obvious.However, at this moment, she seemed to see something forcefully breaking open the high wall surrounding the girl's heart, allowing the light and air of this world to enter.

so...

Lowering her eyes, the woman smiled and murmured.

"That guy Kimura... finally did a good job."

The next day

on Monday

Suzuki Aoi walked on the school road, all the way was calm, and there were no bad guys who tried to attack her suddenly.This recognition made the girl breathe a sigh of relief—although the high frequency of villains a while ago made her more and more familiar with the use of Mitsuba's power, but...

Going in and out of the health room too frequently has made my mother feel worried.

Fortunately, as she had speculated, her body was indeed getting better and better—it was all thanks to Mitsuba.

Walking out of the school gate, Suzuki Aoi is in very good condition because she didn't use her strength today.Going to take the tram home as usual.

A white-haired man with a blindfold came towards him, and his purpose was very clear. He stopped in front of the blond girl.Subconsciously, Suzuki Aoi held her breath, because she knew the identity of the person very clearly.

The ceiling of the magic world-Gojo Satoru.

His eyes fell on the girl's shoulders, and the white-haired man grinned, as if he saw something interesting.

"Yo ~ girl." Condescending, the man raised half of his blindfold, revealing his eyes as if the sky stretched to the end, "There seems to be something dirty on your shoulder."