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"That seems to be the case..."

Okita Souji nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly realized something.

Her throat moved slightly, and then she asked tentatively.

"Then you mean..."

"Of course we should buy the fireworks ourselves and set them off at night!"

Ian let go of Okita Souji's hand and wiped his nose.

"In this way, I think your wish has been fulfilled!"

"Wow!"

"Sai San, you're a genius!"

Okita Souji's eyes sparkled like stars in the sky.

However, the eyes that were as bright as gems soon dimmed again.

"This won't work..."

"My eldest and second sisters would be very angry if they saw me coming home so late."

"Hehe~" Ian grinned, "I've thought about this too - haven't you forgotten I'm still here?"

"Are you still here?"

"Yup!"

Ian put his hands on his hips.

"If you're really going to be late, you can just put all the blame on me—'That guy kept holding me back' or something like that. It should be easy to come up with that, right?"

"Isn't this bad!"

"It's okay!" Ian patted Souji Okita's shoulder.

"We are good friends!"

"Good friends...that's how we should help each other!"

"Sui San..."

There was a slight sparkle in Okita Souji's eyes, and it was obvious that he was very moved.

"So, shall we start now?!"

"Well, let's get started!"

You and Okita Souji begin planning your own 'Fireworks Festival'.

【only--】

Although it may seem simple to say, when you actually prepare for the whole thing, you will find that it is not as simple as you imagined.

[There are many difficult problems waiting for you and Okita Souji.]

"Fireworks?"

"No, there's no fireworks festival this year. Where are the fireworks coming from?"

"Go away, there's no point in making a fuss. If it's not there, it's not there."

Ian and Souji Okita heard so many words like these along the way that they could almost memorize them.

Just like what Kondo Shusuke said——

Because of the issue of the return of the Hundred Demons, the entire Aoba City seems to have completely entered a state of banning the sale of fireworks.

Not to mention that it was two little ones who wanted it.

"It seems there's nothing for sale..." Okita Souji forced a smile, "Satoshi, how about we forget it?"

"That won't do!"

Ian rejected Okita Souji's idea.

"You obviously want that, right?"

"If you go back like this, you might cry when you think about it that night."

"..."

"That's not the case..." Okita Souji felt embarrassed.

In fact, there was, and she had told him, otherwise he would not have said such a thing at this time.

At this moment——

goo—

Okita Souji's stomach made an extremely embarrassing rumbling sound.

"Eh!"

The little girl's already flushed face became even more embarrassed.

"Are you hungry so soon?"

"Didn't you just finish eating uncle's cake?"

Ian felt a little unbelievable.

Facing that look, Okita Souji lowered his head, only daring to respond with a low "hmm", and then continued to explain.

“But we’ve actually been asking this for a long time…”

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

Ian sighed helplessly.

"Let's go—fill our bellies first!"

"……it is good."

Ten minutes later.

A small shop somewhere in Aoba City.

Souji Okita looked at the glutinous rice balls that filled the entire plate in front of him, and his eyes were almost unable to pay attention to anything else.

However, this state soon disappeared.

Because she was observant, she immediately noticed the somewhat shabby thing on his plate - it was a pickled radish full of salt.

"Saisan, is this all you want to eat?" Okita Souji asked cautiously.

"Uh..." Ian scratched his head.

"Yes, yes!"

"Isn't this..." Okita Souji frowned slightly, "Isn't this the kind of food you only consider when you really have nothing to eat?"

This is not that Souji Okita is talking nonsense.

As salted foods, they have a long shelf life, and their strong taste means people don’t have to worry about being targeted by flies or the like.

The radish used as the raw material is cheap, and the combination of the two makes it possible to have a product with a long shelf life and can be produced in large quantities.

But because of this——

Salted radish doesn't taste much better.

after all……

It is essentially a heavily pickled "reserve food" for preservation.

It would be a bit shabby to eat such food in a relatively war-free era like now.

"What's the matter!"

Ian immediately retorted.

"Okita, don't talk nonsense—pickled radish is delicious! How can it be something inappropriate to eat at this time of year?"

"..."

"Don't look at me like that!"

"Then answer me honestly," Okita Souji said persistently, "Are you out of money?"

"Uh, this..."

Ian turned his face away, looking a little embarrassed.

"A little bit."

"Then why did you give me some glutinous rice balls?"

Okita Souji pointed at the scene on his plate that was almost unable to fit.

"Then you like to eat it!"

"Idiot! How can I be in the mood to eat something so shabby after seeing you eating it?"

At this point, Okita Souji blushed.

"I mean... there shouldn't be such strange differences between friends, right?"

"You...are you planning to take charge of buying all the fireworks yourself later?"

"Wow!"

Ian showed admiration.

"Okita, how did you guess that?"

"You're such an idiot!" Okita Souji smacked Ian on the head. "Wouldn't it be like that? I'd become a scoundrel who eats and drinks for free!"

"Really!"

Saying this, Okita Souji took out his small wallet.

It was a small cloth bag she had woven herself, with some patterns sewn on its surface that Okita Souji thought were very beautiful.

The little girl opened it, revealing its contents.

"I...have already prepared the money."

"what!"

"Okita, why didn't you say so earlier!"

"You didn't ask!"

"Really!" Okita Souji muttered, "Can't you just lean on me a little more next time?"

"Now..."

Looking at the glutinous rice dumplings on the plate that were so tempting that one couldn't stop eating them just by looking at them, Okita Souji hesitated for a moment, then pushed them to the center of the table and took the salted radish on the opposite side.

"Let's just mix it up!"

"Okita..."

Ian was deeply moved.

"You really are my best friend!"

"Hmm... I feel like I can't put into words when I hear this."

"Hey, that's not important!"

"..."

Looking at Ian who had already started trying to put the glutinous rice balls and salted radish into his mouth, Okita Souji's eyes were first reproachful, but soon turned into emotion.

"Really... You have nothing, yet you still do this."

You and Okita Souji accomplished the feat of mixing mochi and salted radish together.

【certainly. 】

This "unnatural" way of eating will naturally not bring you any good results.

"Sure enough, you shouldn't eat like this—"