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Stretch your foot and step.

Nomiyama looked at her in confusion, are you going to step on me too?

His gaze paused at the girl's slightly red ears, he licked his lips and looked away.

"Nomi-san, you're in high school now, it's time to stop being a chuunibana." Yukinoshita Yukino moved her feet away, responding to his previous statement.

"Really? You're a hero classmate who gets rid of harm for the people and is not a weak woman." Having said that, he deliberately moved his palm.

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at the arms supporting her on both sides, slightly puzzled: "Nomi-san, what are you doing? Are you protecting me because you're worried that someone will take advantage of me?"

Nomiyama sneered and prepared to withdraw his hand.

Stretch your foot and step on it.

Yukinoshita Yukino glared at him.

"Yukinoshita-san, I've never seen anyone as troublesome as you." Nomiya curled his lips.

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't deny the 'troublesome' statement, but just looked at his right wrist: "You always carry the amulet with you, right?"

Damn amulet.

Nomiyama thought back to the various people who had appeared since she left, and said with a strange expression, "Some brought some with them."

It seems to be of no use carrying it with me.

"That's fine. Let's get a new one someday. This headband is a bit old."

Yukinoshita Yukino's gaze stopped at the headband. It had been tied on her wrist for a long time and was exposed to various conditions, so it was inevitable that it would become old. Now the headband had lost its fluffy feeling and looked more like a thin black rope.

"No need." Nomiya's gaze also stopped on the headband.

He said in a lighter tone: "A new headband won't smell like time."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him, lowered her eyes, and spoke softly: "That's right."

She leaned quietly against the wall behind her, staying quietly in the safe space supported by his arms.

"Yukinoshita, I didn't lie to you back then. I really will be a head taller than you."

"Well, Nomi-san is growing well."

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Chapter 134: Three Years, Monkeys, and a Thousand Years

Nomiya actually breathed a sigh of relief when he escaped from the long box coffin.

He really didn't like staying in a closed space, especially when everyone around him kept their heads down and remained silent like the living dead.

Turning back, he looked at Yukinoshita who was standing hesitantly at the intersection. He sighed and pointed to his right: "This way."

Yukinoshita Yukino's expression remained unchanged: "I know."

Okay, if you say you know, then you know. It’s okay if you don’t remember the way when you go out.

Nomiyama walked towards the street without hesitation, but his steps were slow, waiting for her to catch up.

"Nomi-san, candy." Yukinoshita Yukino said, then stretched out her hand.

"Yeah." Nomiyama felt in his pocket, took out two candies and handed one to her.

No matter how much she struggled or how she chose, in the end, she would get chocolate. He realized this when he was in the third grade.

Today's moon is actually quite bright, but in the city of Chiba, its light is inevitably obscured by the neon lights, not to mention that the place we are going to is the most prosperous area in Chiba.

Nomiyama looked at her. The moonlight left no trace on her, nor did the colorful neon lights. Her pupils were still clear blue, and her skin was still glowing white.

The black hair swayed slightly in the breeze, as if dancing gently.

The wind today is really nice, very light and gentle, Nomi-san thought.

Yukinoshita Yukino noticed his gaze. She was neither shy nor surprised. This was how Nomi Sanjun was. He seemed to be observing secretly, but in fact he was peeping in front of people.

She tasted the chocolate and asked about the issue that had been lingering between them: "Nomi-san, can you tell me about the past three years? For example, the problem you mentioned earlier that you couldn't solve."

Nomiyama felt the sweet and bitter taste in his mouth, and was surprised how the chocolate taste came to him. After hearing her words, he paused slightly and then resumed his steps.

He adjusted his breathing and said with a more serious expression, "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say."

Yukinoshita Yukino's expression was calm: "I am Yukinoshita Yukino, I am not afraid, you say."

Nomiyama considered his words carefully and let out a breath. "When I was thirteen, the year you left, I met someone who said she was my wife."

Yukinoshita Yukino stopped and looked at him with deep eyes: "What do you mean by wife?"

Nomiyama turned his head and saw that there was a children's playground nearby.

He stepped inside. "It's just what you thought. She said she was my wife and we spent some time together before."

Yukinoshita Yukino bit the chocolate in her mouth and followed him: "And?"

Nomiyama sat on the swing and swung slightly, his expression somewhat melancholy: "She said she likes me, and only asked to stay by my side and not to drive her away."

Yukinoshita Yukino sat on another swing beside him and waited for him to continue.

Nomiyama's expression twisted, and he glanced sideways at Yukinoshita: "Follow her and tell me that she and I have two children."

"Fake." Yukinoshita Yukinoshita made the judgment very quickly.

"So decisive?" Nomiya stretched out his foot to stop the swing from swinging.

A cold look appeared in Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes. She reached out and took out the fishing rod. She squeezed the rod in her hand and said, "Get married and have children? Even such a powerful senior couldn't do it, how could she possibly do it?"

Nomiyama recalled: "But I didn't feel that she was lying to me."

Yukinoshita Yukino put away her fishing rod: "Cheating doesn't necessarily have to be based on lying, Nomi-san, don't you like doing that yourself?"

"You mean you're deliberately taking advantage of information asymmetry to mislead people."

Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes were cold: "Otherwise, she is either a huge liar who can deceive you, or she has completely misled you."

"Like this." Nomiya stood up, stretched his waist, and his body made a sound of stretching.

Putting his hand down, he tilted his head and said, "You're quite sure."

Yukinoshita Yukino simply stood up with him and walked out of the amusement park: "Nomi-san, if there really is a story about your past, it must be all about your predecessors, not a wild man who appeared out of nowhere."

Nomiyama followed, surprised: "You actually admire her so much."

Yukinoshita Yukino was quiet for a moment, then nodded: "Senior is very powerful."

Nomiyama opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. It always felt strange to hear Yukinoshita praising her.

Taking a deep breath, Yukinoshita Yukino asked, "And then? What happened afterwards? Nothing happened between you, right?"

"I was only thirteen or fourteen at the time. What could have happened?" Nomiyama recalled, "She left in my second year of junior high school to go home and deal with some things. But she's been back recently."

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Yukinoshita Yukino was calm and composed, as if everything was under control: "Come back? Interesting, I'll go talk to her then."

Nomiya licked his lips and said nothing more.

If the invincible Yukinoshita-san wants to talk, then let's talk. I'm too lazy to think about it.

"Is there anything else?" Yukinoshita Yukino asked again and stretched out her hand.

Nomiyama handed her the candy, then turned his gaze to the mountain hidden behind the tall buildings in the distance: "Yukinoshita, do you know the mountain behind your house?"

Yukinoshita Yukino unwrapped the candy wrapper and frowned, "I know, but that mountain doesn't belong to our family. My mother told me since I was a child not to go near that mountain."

Nomiyama put the candy in his mouth, his expression unchanged: "I probably lived on that mountain before. That mountain holds my memories and my past. As long as I go there, I can take them back."

Yukinoshita Yukino stopped and looked at him quietly. She watched him stop, then turn around and look at her. She looked at his face that seemed to be normal. "Then why don't you go over there?"

Nomiyama chewed the bitter melon-flavored candy and gave his answer: "I dare not."

Yukinoshita Yukino took a step towards him: "Is there anything in this world that you dare not do?"

"Have."

Nomiyama turned and looked at the mountain. "It contains my past, my abilities, and some other things. I feel it, and it's something I really don't like."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at his frown and spoke softly: "That's too general. Be more specific."

With his eyebrows knitted, Nomiyama turned around and looked her in the eye again: "You know the theory of evolution, right?"

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't reply, but just waited quietly for his next explanation.

"According to research, humans evolved step by step from apes."

"According to the latest research, this change should have begun millions of years ago, with a group of apes taking the first step."

He stretched out his hand and looked at his palm: "If, I mean if."

"If there was such an ancient ape millions of years ago, it would have suddenly leaped through millions of years and acquired all our modern knowledge, our wisdom and way of thinking."

"He's undergone a super evolution, becoming a being that can influence the entire tribe, even change the world. What will he think when he returns to his tribe and sees his fellow tribe members who can only shout and crawl on all fours?"

Yukinoshita Yukino thought for a moment and replied, "I would think that all my kind are monkeys."

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The two looked at each other and fell silent at the same time.

Finally, it was Yukinoshita Yukino who broke the silence. She took a deep breath and said, "Nomi-san, your analogy is inappropriate."

Nomiyama was a little confused as to what was inappropriate, but he didn't ask, just looked at her.

I'm so tired, so alone

Yukinoshita Yukino said seriously, "If you're saying it the way you said it, your love for Senpai was like falling in love with a monkey."

Nomiyama's mind flashed back to her arrogant look, and he couldn't erase the feeling that she was beautiful, so he said, "Maybe monkeys are beautiful enough to impress humans?"

"Nomi-san, I'm afraid of your recklessness in that area."

Yukinoshita Yukino stepped back with her arms folded.

Nomi-san blinked and uttered a noun: "India."

Yukinoshita Yukino's face turned cold: "They are not human beings. Doesn't Nomi-san behave like a human being too?"

"How could that be? I only like beautiful girls." Nomiyama walked forward and counted on his fingers, "Girls are made up of sugar, softness, spices, and some beautiful things."

"The words of a pervert are always terrifying."

Yukinoshita Yukino walked beside him, but not particularly beside him, as she was two meters away from him and parallel to him.

"Come to think of it, Yukinoshita, you know she died, but do you know the exact time?"

Nomiyama suddenly asked a question.

Yukinoshita Yukino stopped and looked at him with a complicated expression.

I didn't know it at first, until I came back this time and held the knife in the practice room at home.

Her mother had once told her about the origin of the knife that was being enshrined. It belonged to an ancestor.

Nomiyama looked back at her, seeing the mottled shadows on her face. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Has it been a long time?"

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at his eyes that were clearly waiting for an answer, and her voice became hoarse: "A thousand years."

Nomiyama repeated the syllables carried by the wind in his mind to make sure he had heard it correctly.

A thousand years, she died a thousand years ago.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and Nomiya suddenly felt that the wind blowing on his body was a little cold, so cold that it made him feel like he had entered an ice cellar.

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He had always wanted to save her, but how could he do that after a thousand years? What method could he use to travel through a thousand years?

Or were those ideas wrong from the beginning? Time is something that cannot be defied. It is wishful thinking to want to go against the current. That is why God threw out a thousand years, this kind of time distance that makes people feel at a loss.

"A thousand years..." Nomiyama finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Yukinoshita, this life of mine only began when I was eight years old."