[Comprehensive] Peach blossoms are not cherry blossoms!

Tao and Giotto have been in a cold war for almost a week. During this period, she has never been to Edo in the seventeenth century, and only went back and forth between Honmaru and the present world a few times.

On this day, she was still sitting on the bench beside the tennis court with an expressionless face, looking at the human teenagers who were sweating and running back and forth, but her eyes were motionless, obviously not Not chasing the yellow ball in their hands like everyone else.

"Lord!"

A boy in a black-bottomed gold-rimmed tracksuit ran from afar from the other side of the field and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His dazzling blond hair was tied obliquely on one side with a hair tie with white wool balls hanging from it. At the moment, the relationship between him and the girl has loosened a bit, and a lot of fine strands of hair fell on both sides of his cheeks, making the already handsome and lovely boy look even more beautiful like a girl.

He smiled and pointed at himself with his thumb, showing off his small canine teeth as if he was showing off triumphantly, "Did you see the ball I just hit! How is it? Isn't it amazing?"

"...What?" Tao was stunned, and looked up at him.

"Huh?" The Lion King squatted down with his hands on his knees, tilted his head to look at her, and then complained in disappointment, "My lord, are you not looking at me?"

"Sorry." The girl pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to rub his hair, then stood up, raised her hand, clapped her cheeks with both hands, as if trying to wake herself up, and then looked at The Lion King was looking at her suspiciously, "Thinking about something, is the practice match over?"

"..." The Lion King looked at her strangely, then shook his head, "It's just an intermission, my lord, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I'll watch you play well next time, go." Although her face was still expressionless, her tone was much softer than before, and she urged, "You must win."

"Well, look at me~" The Lion King nodded confidently, "In the name of grandpa, I'm going to use my true skills this time, and I will definitely hit back that 'one ball into the soul'~"

——A ball into the soul?

Tao blinked and looked over, and saw a boy with silver-gray short hair talking to another boy with red hair on the field opposite the Lion King. Taking into account the latter's height, the boy with short silver-gray hair squatted down slightly and was a little shorter than the other person looked.

——Looks like the kind of very well-behaved and serious kid~

Maybe because he noticed the gaze here, the boy looked up, but because he could only see the relationship between the Lion King, he just smiled politely at the Lion King, and then asked in a calm tone, "Senior, Are you ready to start?"

"..."

The Lion King keenly sensed the icy aura suddenly emanating from his lord beside him, he turned his head in doubt, hesitating, "...My lord?"

There was no expression on the face covered by the shadow of the hood, Tao raised his head, two small flames were burning in his eyes, his voice was calm but with a faint coldness, "Lion King, kill me!" he."

"...??" The Taidao boy who was kicked back by Tao scratched his head in a daze, looked at the boy who had been waiting quietly for a while, and smiled dryly, "By the way, what's your name?"

The boy who had already grasped the racket and made a good pose was stunned for a moment, but with a good-natured smile, he answered his name that the other party had already told him in the self-introduction at the beginning, "My name is Hocho Taro, please give me your advice, senior." .”

"Ah, ah, okay, I remember haha..." The Lion King repeated the other party's name in a low voice, and found that he really didn't have any impression.

——However, have you heard this guy's voice somewhere?

It wasn't until the end of the practice match that the two sides shook hands and chatted a few words, and the Lion King came to his senses belatedly.

——Ah, it sounds very similar to that Mr. Giotto...

He subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of his lord, and sure enough, he saw her staring at Feng Chotaro expressionlessly.

"Senior is indeed very strong, as expected, it was recommended by Senior Yato." Feng praised quite sincerely, "Which school are you from?"

"Ah? That ahaha," The Lion King scratched his head and smiled quite naturally, "I'm in Bingsheng Middle School—"

The Lion King, who vaguely remembered that this school was complained about by his protagonist, spoke very naturally, and then ran back to the sidelines with random excuses.

In the end, it was only a tie. Although it was not easy for Lion King, who was still a novice tennis player, the pride of being a sword Fusangshen still made him feel a little reconciled and frustrated when he lost to a human kid.

——Especially when the lord told him to win just now, but he failed in the end.

This made him feel a little ashamed of his master, so that when he returned to the sideline where Tao was, he was downcast and completely lost his usual lively appearance.

"Take it."

A bottle of water was suddenly handed over to him, and the young man Fu Sangshen was stunned for a moment. He walked up the water bottle and saw his master's red-rimmed and white-bottomed loose sleeves.

Seeing that he was only in a daze, Tao tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously, "Aren't you thirsty?"

"Eh?! Thirst!" The boy, who was flattered to take the water bottle and hugged it tightly in his arms, laughed, still bright enough to make the sun pale, "Thank you~"

At this moment, Yato's practice match on another venue also ended. He said a few words to the boy wearing glasses opposite him, and then ran to the corner where they were with a smile on his face, fanning the wind with his hands while constantly Said, "Is there any water? I'm thirsty!"

Tao handed over another bottle of water, and then asked, "Where is Xueyin?"

"Yueyin is going to work at Dahei's place today, and Hiyori agreed to check his homework after school, so I didn't come over today." Yato, who took the water and gulped it all, let out a contented voice Exclaimed, and then rudely wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "Your Lion King just wants to play, so let him replace Xueyin, it's perfect~"

——So the Lion King is actually working instead of Xueyin?

Regarding the human girl named Ichiki Hiyori and their affairs, Momo, who had heard some of Yukine’s stories before, knew a little bit about it, so she was not surprised. Rather, the human girl was indeed quite brave. And the kind-hearted children have been able to go through so many twists and turns with the few of them until now.

She squinted at him, then suddenly stretched out her hand, "Yato, come here, I have something to ask you."

"Huh?" The young man who was wiping his sweat with a towel was taken aback, with doubts on his face, "What's the matter?"

The Lion King also cast a curious look.

"You are not allowed to eavesdrop while staying here." Tao glanced at Fu Sangshen boy, then reached out and grabbed Yato's scarf, dragging him to a farther corner.

"Stop, stop, I can't breathe!" The young god with his hands stuck around his neck finally felt his grip on the scarf loosen, and then he coughed while holding his neck like a catastrophe, "You bastard, you are too Barbaric!"

"Yato," the girl who was glared at by him didn't sneer back like in the past, but with a cold face, her eyes fell directly on him, "I ask you, did Giotto entrust you with something 300 years ago?" matter?"

The deliberate cough stopped suddenly, and the young god's expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly looked up at the sky, and laughed dryly, "What are you talking about all of a sudden, why can't I understand anything?"

Seeing his unbelievable rhetoric and pretentious demeanor, Tao immediately knew the answer, and his hands covered by the wide sleeves clenched into fists, "He really let you cut us off!" 'Fate'?!"

——Xiaofu said that Yato can cut everything, the relationship between people, fate, longing...

——Because the 'fate' between the two of them was cut off, so in this time and space 300 years later, Giotto will not know her.

When Xiaofu said those words, Giotto was there, so he had planned it early in the morning, so he always emphasized that she would forget him in the future.

"That..." Yato looked at her with some embarrassment, seemingly at a loss, "Are you okay?"

"How did he tell you?" Tao lowered her head slightly, the brim of the hat covered most of her face, only her pale lips were tightly pressed together, and her low voice was somewhat hoarse.

Yato lowered his eyes, and after a while, he let out a breath as if he had given up, "He said, after he dies, let me cut off your relationship, then for you, the one who dies will only be a person who was with you." Ordinary human beings who have nothing to do with you, you will not feel sad and lonely because of his departure."

"..." Tao didn't speak for a while.

Yeto looked at her with some unease, seemed to be hesitating, struggled for a while, then suddenly raised his head to say something, and heard the girl in front of him say, "I see, thank you."

Then she walked away without looking back.

Looking at her leaving back, the young god slightly frowned.

……

Giotto’s request to Yato happened 300 years ago, and now that he is dead and only conscious, he has indeed forgotten—or he doesn’t know her anymore, that is to say, Yato has indeed fulfilled his commission .

——Then, on that day, when Giotto died, she would forget him too.

——Forget each other in twos, that's fine, no one owes anyone else.

The author has something to say: ——how could it be so simple ╮(╯_╰)╭

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