[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

Huhu~

I was walking on the mountain path with my painting equipment on my back. The hotel owner told me that the view on the mountainside is the best, where I can see the subtle purple and orange at dusk coming from the sky.

There is no danger of going deep into the forest on the mountainside, and what I see is not an ordinary scenery.

The painting equipment was a bit heavy, and I supported my arm with a thick wooden branch picked up by the roadside, and my expression was barely relaxed.

The lush green swayed gently in the dusk, like a child listening to a song, it was very lively.

I found a flat place to set up my easel, where I can see the gorgeous fire clouds in the sky with a wide view, the blue sky and white clouds are rendered into a dreamy orange-pink, the light is printed on my eyes and falls on my body, Even I seemed to melt into the beauty.

I carefully selected the angles to freeze the photos, and picked out a few with particularly vivid colors and sent them to Dazai.

In recent days, Dazai may have been too busy, sending me detailed execution methods of various innovative suicides from time to time.

Now he needs to show him something beautiful to wash his brain.

"Hoohoo!"

I heard someone running over panting and chaotic, and seemed to be chased by something terrible behind them.

"Haah~huh." The handsome boy with brown hair stopped not far from me. He supported the tree and tore off the half of the rope hanging around his neck, panting heavily while propping his knees.

I saw fresh strangulation marks on his neck, the deep pink of the blood was particularly striking against the fair skin.

I glanced behind the boy, but there was no one: "Well, are you okay?"

"Eh?!" He was startled, "I'm fine, please don't worry."

Without asking, I pulled a tissue from my bag.

"Here you are, with dirt on your body."

"Ah, thank you." The young man was very thin, he rubbed the small scratch on his cheek with a smile, and took the tissue shyly. "I'm Takashi Natsume..."

"Natsume!"

"Where are you, Natsume!"

Not far away came the calls of a girl and a middle-aged man.

"Ah!" Natsume Takashi was taken aback, and he bowed slightly to me. "Sorry sorry, I have to leave first!"

"Natsume! You..."

A cat jumped onto Natsume's shoulder, and Natsume staggered when the chubby three-flower smashed it. I seemed to hear the voice of a middle-aged man who was very happy on the cat.

"...Meow, meow~"

Uh, delusion?

Fat Sanhua and I looked at each other, and it meowed softly at me with its stiff dumpling body.

With a round body and short limbs that barely touch the ground, what a blessing, boy.

Don't look at some people who are glamorous on the surface, but they don't even have a cat behind their backs-such as me.

"Natsume, are you okay?" The girl in the hat ran over panting, "Eh? Excuse me..."

I was like Alice who strayed into the garden and disturbed a group of little rabbits. The girl looked at me with a little panic.

"I'm Ayako Sakuradani," I smiled at her friendly, pointing to the painting set just set up, "this time I'm here to visit a deceased old gentleman in Yakumo, and I heard that the scenery here is beautiful, so I came here to pick up the scenery."

"Yeah, although our Yayuan is small, the scenery is really wonderful. The dusk on the mountainside is beautiful, and the night view of the back mountain is also very good, my little girl." The uncle with a beard standing behind the girl nodded in agreement.

The uncle is wearing a kimono and has a huge head.This uncle's voice is completely different from the happy voice I heard just now.

"Well, uncle, can you point me to the way to the back mountain?" I was a little tempted, it is dangerous to go out alone at night, but I can ask the lady in the same hotel if she wants to go out.

Uncle Loach Beard was stunned for a while, looked around and answered me hesitantly: "... just go straight down this small road and you will be there."

"That's it, thank you, uncle."

"Well, I'm Duoguitou, and I live nearby." The girl looked at me a little strangely, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was cute, "Can you leave a contact information? If you need it, you can call me for help."

Multitrack?

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." I exchanged contact information with her with a smile, and wanted to ask her about her relationship with Mr. Shinichiro Dorai later.

Natsume Takashi looked at me and hesitated to speak: "Sakuragu-san..."

"what happened?"

Fat Sanhua jumped up from Natsume Takashi's shoulder and lay on top of his head, pressing his head to the side, "...No, it's nothing. It's better for Sakuragu-san to go down the mountain earlier by himself."

Duogui Tou pulled Natsume Takashi and waved to me: "We have something to do, let's go first! Remember to go down the mountain early, it's not safe if it's too late."

"Well, bye~"

For the last time, I took a suspicious look at the obedient Sanhua lying quietly on top of Natsume's head, and nodded goodbye to them.

Fat Sanhua was blown away by me, his ball-like tail swayed twice, and it jumped into Natsume's arms.

It's so cute, I hold back my twitchy fingertips and watch them leave.

The dusk has already fallen, and the magnificent and dreamy beauty can no longer enter my eyes. I am completely fascinated by Fat Sanhua.

So I abandoned the half-drawn draft on the drawing paper and started to draw Fat Sanhua in various forms.

The one lying in the sun with her belly exposed, the one hugging her master's thigh and begging for dried fish, the one curling up in a small den to warm herself up in winter...

The thick colors in the air began to fade, and the gray colors began to make it cloudy.

I slowly packed my things and prepared to go back to the hotel.Based on my previous experience of collecting scenery, this time is just right to go down the mountain and go back—it won’t be too dark to see the road clearly, and I won’t feel sorry when I abandon the beautiful scenery and go back.

It’s just that my calculation this time seemed to be wrong. The sky darkened rapidly when the color began to fade, and the time seemed to press the accelerator button. By the time I packed up my things, the surrounding area was already surrounded by thick fog.

The birds stood on the branches singing and jumping from time to time, and when they were tired of playing, they flapped their wings and flew back to their nests.

As if in another world, the shadowy branches and leaves are trembling, and the breeze blows on the face with a light mist to take away the dryness of early summer, which is very cool.

Sudden new situation?Or did I just sort it out too seriously and missed something?

I stood there in a daze, completely puzzled by the current situation.

Anyone with a normal reflex arc should know that the current situation is not right.

Standing alone in the mist, I felt nothing but a deep sense of powerlessness—that I simply had no power to turn the situation around.

The fog in the air was getting thicker and thicker, and the fog as thin as a veil gradually turned milky white, and I couldn't see anything clearly in my field of vision except myself.

And on the trail ahead of me, all the fog avoided here alone.Now there are only two possibilities, this path is a dead end for catching turtles in the mist, and the other is a life door for survival.

I guess it is the latter, the fog approaching the trail wants to be blown away by the invisible wind to form an inconspicuous fog stream.

I squeezed my cold fingertips, left the painting tools on the spot, picked up the paint box and the Fat Sanhua I just painted, and walked firmly on the path.