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"Senior, stay with your aunt for one night. She'll probably have her mindset corrected tomorrow and start to believe she doesn't have a daughter. After we've dealt with her, we'll go to school. After school, I'll take you to meet some people."

"Okay, goodnight, junior."

Mai Sakurajima got up and walked towards her bedroom on the first floor.

Goodnight, Mai-senpai.

Nomiyama watched quietly, without making any attempt to stop him.

Tomorrow, the woman who stormed into my house in such a disheveled state will most likely forget that I have a daughter. She might even ask me with a wary and defensive look why she's here, and then I'll have to find a reason to trick her into going home.

This is such a hassle.

Thinking about it, Nomiyama slowed his breathing.

She shouldn't have reacted. An ordinary person with nothing special about her has no reason to react to a senior.

The image of the other person rushing into the room and grabbing my collar fiercely flashed through my mind.

Nomiyama reached out and used the remote to turn off the television.

"pretty good."

......

Just as Nomiyama had predicted, Ms. Sakurajima had forgotten that she had a daughter when she woke up in the morning.

She kept a wary distance and took out her phone to try to call the police.

Nomiyama looked at his senior, who was standing there at a loss, reached out, and dialed Haruno's number.

Sometimes, having a girlfriend who is smart, resourceful, and powerful can save you a lot of trouble.

Nomiyama witnessed the other person's expression change from wariness to hesitation, and finally to a hint of apology.

The price he paid was that he recounted the whole process to Yang Nai and then received a request that they must go on a date in a few days.

It's only natural to accompany your girlfriend on a date, and Nomiyama has no objection.

His only worry was that the date would be held next to the apartment in Yukinoshita.

Yang felt a strange, inexplicable urge to steal.

......

"Junior, who are we going to see?" Mai Sakurajima glanced at him, who was carrying a fishing rod on his shoulder, and asked with some curiosity.

He and Yukino specifically asked for the fishing rod, saying it was useful to carry, but Mai Sakurajima really couldn't understand what use it was.

"Meeting an old man who has lived for a very long time."

Nomiyama responded casually, then walked down the slope to the riverbank where he usually fished.

Looking at the undulating river, he seemed to be talking to himself.

"I know you've been watching me. I need your help."

Have you been watching this all along?

Mai Sakurajima stood beside him, her brows furrowing slightly as she listened to his words.

The next second, she unconsciously took a step back, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

A little girl appeared on the river. She was dressed in a black samurai outfit, and her hands and feet were bound by broken black shackles.

"what?"

The girl's voice was anything but polite.

Nomiyama looked at her, unsurprised, but then glanced at the person next to him and asked, "Can you see the person next to me?"

Huang Quan glanced at the person beside him.

"what?"

Amidst gasps of surprise and doubt, she appeared beside Nomiyama, peering around curiously.

"It's interesting that you only saw it after I pointed it out."

Nomiyama wasn't surprised that she could see it, but she asked the more crucial question: "Can it be solved?"

"No," Huang Quan answered quickly, then looked displeased. "Even if I could solve it, why should I help you?"

Nomiyama was not surprised, but looked up at the sky and said, "Then do me a favor. I'm going to the sky. It's too high and too cold there. I don't have much air right now. I'll have to trouble you to take care of my senior."

Huang Quan sneered, "Why should I help you?"

"I'll grant you one request."

Nomiyama responded easily, then looked down at her: "This request is very valuable, Yomi."

Huang Quan frowned when she heard her name called. She looked at him, who had regained some of his memories but was completely different from the past. She was silent for a moment, then stepped aside and took the girl with her with her.

"You said it, so don't go back on your word later."

"Mm." Nomiyama responded to her, then looked at his senior and said, as if to reassure her, "Wait a little longer, I'll take you to meet some more people, you should be able to learn more."

Mai Sakurajima was moved, instantly several meters away from him. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she simply responded with a "Mm".

She wanted to say more, such as not to care so much, not to go to such lengths for her, and not to agree to this person's request.

But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

When that person is working hard for her, she becomes strange, subconsciously wanting to enjoy the process of being cared for.

Huang Quan turned his head, glanced at the girl whose mind was in turmoil, and stretched out his finger to place a protective layer on her body.

Nomiyama looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes.

He relaxed his body, completely liberating his senses and power, and then began to perceive the world.

A breeze appeared in this world, not fierce, but just a gentle breeze that brushed against the cheek; this breeze crossed the sea, swept over mountains and rivers, drifted over farmland and rivers, and passed through streets and alleys made of steel and concrete. It was urgent, yet unexpectedly gentle.

Finally, the wind blew away the dark clouds in the sky, passed through the Sanzu River on the ground, and came to the boy's side.

Mai Sakurajima felt the strange breeze lingering nearby, looked up at the dark cloud that suddenly had a hole in it, then looked down at the boy chosen by the sunlight shining through the clouds, and her expression began to waver.

Now, he is illuminated by a beam of light breaking through the clouds, exuding a dreamlike sense of nobility.

Mai Sakurajima looked at her junior standing alone in the sunlight and murmured, "What is this?"

"It is a god."

Huang Quan glanced at her, then looked at the boy in the light, his voice tinged with displeasure.

"He is the master of mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon, and stars; he is the only god in the world."

"When he perceives the world, the world must respond to him."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

217 I am here

What's in the sky?

Clouds and wind, free birds.

Then there's Castle in the Sky.

Nomiyama knew there was something in the sky; he had known for a long time, but he had never been interested in looking at it.

The novels and comics at home are very interesting, he looks forward to going fishing, and he is always in a good mood when he is in love. His life is always full of novelty and happiness.

Therefore, he was not interested in the immortals in the heavens.

But now, it seems necessary to go up and talk to them.

He closed his eyes and perceived the world, the birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, the bustling crowds, and the city in the sky.

He opened his eyes, looked at a certain point in the sky, exhaled, and his hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

"You're so weak right now, you can't even fly. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble if you go up in the sky?"

Huang Quan's voice always carried a hint of harshness.

Nomiyama turned his head, not speaking to her, but looking at the somewhat surprised senior: "Mai-senpai, don't be afraid later, I'll be fine as long as I'm here."

After saying that, he gripped the fishing rod, pushed off slightly with his feet, and leaped into the air.

He didn't exert much force, only leaping about ten meters before falling back down.

Just before landing, he bent his knees, assuming a power-generating posture.

The next moment, he seemed to step on air, his body slightly bent, and he exerted his strength.

The air exploded, and the boy shot straight into the sky, smashing a large hole in the clouds.

Huang Quan felt the oppressive wind created by his force exertion in the air, squinted his eyes, and clicked his tongue.

His breath was indeed insufficient to make him fly, but it was easy for him to establish a foothold in the air for a moment, which was basically equivalent to being in a semi-flight.

A godlike body in his youth, coupled with freely constructible aerial footholds, and that fishing rod—with rapid bursts of power, the immortal could indeed unleash devastating attacks with every strike.

Thinking it over, she turned her head to look at the girl whose hair had been ruffled by the strong wind, and reached out her hand: "Let's go."

Sakurajima Mai stared at the dark cloud with a gaping hole, then at the girl with a nonchalant expression. A bizarre thought raced through her mind: could it be that...

"Yes."

Huang Quan grinned, slightly raised his hand, and lifted the other person's body off the ground.

"We're going to heaven."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them sliced ​​through the air and rushed toward the torn dark cloud.

......

Nomiyama burst through the dark clouds and shot straight up until the clouds were below, until the view was illuminated by the brilliant sunlight, until the distant horizon became curved.

He finally smashed through some invisible barrier.

Amidst the silent shattering, he looked down at the land shrouded in white mist.

He turned his body around, no longer maintaining an upward posture, but instead tilting downwards to create a foothold. He pushed off with all his might, slamming his entire body onto the land.

Amidst the deafening roar, he stood still in the crater, waving his hand to disperse the dust.

Stepping out of the pit, Nomiyama hoisted his fishing rod onto his shoulder and looked around with great interest.

He was now at the edge of this land, with white mist swirling in front of him. It seemed to be a mist created by some kind of magic, nothing special, just simply blocking his view.

The air was very cold, so cold that it felt like being in an ice cellar. Indeed, it was quite high up.

In front of me was a straight and wide road, or rather a bridge, at least a hundred meters wide. There were no railings or anything like that on either side of the road. The road was pure white, like jade, and I didn't know what material it was made of.

He looked up and glanced at the towering gate in front of the road.

South Gate?

So there are also east, west, and north gates.

Indifferent, he walked forward, casually reaching out and touching a ball of water that was constantly changing shape and rippling in the air.

Amidst the surging water, it drifted away from his fingers, twisting and turning like a fish swaying its tail.

Wow, rainwater that can float on its own, is it a soft-shelled turtle?

A glance around revealed a dozen or so groups of these soft-shelled fish, some large and some small.

I don't know if it's safe to eat...

For some reason, he started to regard this thing as a fish.

The next second, he turned his head to look at the person next to him.

Mai-senpai appeared in the blink of an eye, breathing rapidly, seemingly still not used to the thrill of flying.

Looking up at the little girl standing higher in the sky, Nomiyama ignored her and simply reached out to pat his senior's back.