Comics, daily stories

In a sense, the two of them were now strolling on Tokyo, the brightest city in Asia at night, with sounds emanating from below them, yet not seeming particularly special.

Actually, the scenery wasn't much different from what she saw from the plane that was about to land, Sawamura Sayuri thought.

It's just that the wind is strong now, my heart is beating fast, and there's someone else's body heat pressed against me.

"what?"

As Nomiyama leaped, his gaze fell upon a certain spot.

A young girl was walking down the street where the streetlights were broken, making it seem as if she had walked into darkness.

"What's wrong?" Sawamura Sayuri asked, slightly annoyed that her thoughts had been interrupted.

"Nothing, I just saw someone I knew," Nomiyama replied, then leaped up again without stopping.

An acquaintance? Sayuri Sawamura shifted her gaze downwards.

However, her eyesight was destined to be worse than the other person's, so all she could see were lights and cars moving under them.

An acquaintance? She pondered.

Nomiyama Kazehaya has very few acquaintances, and almost none in Tokyo.

“Kasumigaoka Utaha?” She found the answer easily.

Nomiyama lowered his head and blinked twice: "You're paying a little too much attention to me."

He added, "I'm very scared."

Sawamura Sayuri realized she couldn't stand this jerk anymore, and she struggled to stay away from him.

"Stop it, stop it, it's my fault, I won't do it again." Nomiyama quickly put his arm around her. "Ahem, don't be angry, let's go to Tokyo Bay."

Sawamura Sayuri glared at him, then, too lazy to look at Tokyo below anymore, quietly leaned against him and closed her eyes.

Nomiyama lowered his head and kissed her cheek, then looked up and continued jumping in the air.

The vast city of Tokyo shimmered beneath his feet, the lights were red, the wine was green, but he had no interest in sightseeing or experiencing it. He simply held the person he had known for many years in his arms and headed towards the distant coast.

......

Tokyo Bay certainly doesn't just refer to the bay in front of Tokyo.

This bay encompasses many ports, including Tokyo, Yokohama, Kawasaki, as well as Chiba and Yokosuka.

This is also why Sayuri Sawamura has some knowledge of the Tokyo Bay piling project; Chiba Port is also part of Tokyo Bay.

On the edge of a port, outside a construction site still under construction, a man and a woman sat side by side on the edge of a rooftop.

Nomiyama tore open a bag of potato chips and quietly watched the yakuza members not far below.

Only two men were carrying out the pile pouring operation.

They were clearly experienced; they grabbed the leg of the person who was to be used for pouring the pile and headed straight for the cement mixer.

The construction of the dock requires a large amount of cement mortar every day. If the mortar is not used up after mixing, it must be left in the mixer to be stirred overnight to prevent it from solidifying.

They clearly have ample supplies of materials.

"The cement piles used at the dock are usually submerged in the sea, and they should be made of 52.5 grade cement to prevent them from cracking in the water."

Sawamura Sayuri took a swig of cola and then explained some detailed information to him.

Nomiyama listened silently, then watched as they threw the man straight into the pit.

"Those pits are molds used for pouring cement piles. Once the cement has hardened, the cement piles will be used as materials to support the port. In fact, some cement piles in cities are actually poured by people."

"The reason why the piles in Tokyo Bay are famous is that these piles will never even have the chance to enter the city. They will become the foundation stones used in the port, and will remain submerged in the seawater forever, never seeing the light of day."

Sayuri Sawamura cracked as she took a bite of the potato chips.

Nomiyama glanced at her, whose tone was ordinary, thought for a moment, reached out, picked her up, and held her in his arms.

"What? Are you being a pervert?" Sawamura Sayuri looked at him coldly.

"No, I just wanted to hug you." Nomiyama's voice was soft, but he didn't let go of her hand.

She gave him a sidelong glance, then Sawamura Sayuri didn't resist. She simply sat in his lap and watched the two yakuza members continue pouring the concrete.

The hot, heavy cement mortar hit the man, and he cried out almost instantly, begging for mercy.

However, the two gangsters ignored him and quietly watched his struggle.

In just ten seconds, the man was submerged up to his thighs in cement mortar, and lime powder choked him in his eyes and throat.

"Please forgive me! I really know I was wrong! I shouldn't have been greedy for that money! I shouldn't have tried to hide it from the team!"

No one paid him any attention; the only sounds in the air were the cement mixer and the conversation between the two gangsters.

“You have more experience in pouring concrete for the piles. Pour it like this, and the piles shouldn’t break, right? What we’re building is the foundation of the port for generations to come,” one person said.

“Then add some lime, add more ingredients,” the other person said.

So, a large bag of lime was poured into the deep pit, and a person stood beside it stirring it vigorously with a stick.

"Adding lime can make the cement pile more solid," Sayuri Sawamura explained in his arms, watching the scene unfold.

The mixture of lime and cement mortar released heat that made the cement mortar scalding hot. The man was burned by the hot mud and cried out in agony.

"Let me go! I'll do anything! Let me go! Please!"

Nomiyama quietly watched the scene unfold, learning about these unconventional facts, a hint of interest in his eyes.

The two gangsters ignored the man's cries of pain. One of them even poured in another bag of lime to stir the pile, worried that the stake wasn't stable enough.

Sawamura Sayuri took a bite of a potato chip, looked up at the interest in his eyes, and gently shook her head: "You seem to have little empathy for life."

Nomiyama watched as the person's chest was pressed down by mud, gradually losing the ability to make a sound, and finally even his head was buried in cement mortar. After suppressing his interest, he looked at her.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Their stories are unknown to me. Who is right and who is wrong, who will die, is just the ending scene of a movie to me. I don't know the cause and effect. I just see a person being poured into a cement pile in the movie. I can't feel any empathy for that kind of scene."

"Everyone has their own destiny, which I cannot interfere with. I cannot let the life of a stranger affect my own emotions. Lily, I just want to take care of my own life and give my feelings to the people I know."

After saying that, he hugged the person in his arms a little tighter.

Sawamura Sayuri didn't resist; she just continued eating her potato chips and watching him.

Calling him indifferent wouldn't be accurate, because his self-pity is gradually becoming apparent. Yet, while he's kind and compassionate, he genuinely seems indifferent to those unfamiliar lives.

But what does it matter? After all, he's not a bad person, just a lazy person who's too lazy to react to others; he doesn't react to others, but he's careful around himself, isn't that good?

That's what he thought, but what he actually said was: "Nomi Yamakaze, how come someone as naturally indifferent to life as you hasn't become a great demon king?"

"Because I was lucky."

Nomiyama snatched the potato chip from her fingers, put it in his mouth, and chewed it, saying, "My life is rather bizarre. I was probably born when I was eight years old, and all I have in my head are basic common sense about life."

"The first people I got to know were Yukinoshita and Eriri. They were very kind and good people. During the crucial time when I began to understand the world, they didn't make me develop any strange ideas about it."

"I probably wouldn't say I'm particularly kind to the world, but I certainly don't have any ill intentions either, since I've only encountered very good things since I was a child."

"Including the poisonous fish caught every day?" Sayuri Sawamura pointed out.

“Yes, even those poisonous fish are proof that someone loves me.” Nomiyama gently ruffled her hair.

The two fell silent.

Nomiyama looked at those lips covered in potato chip crumbs and began to get restless.

Sawamura Sayuri looked up at him and scoffed.

Scratching his head, Nomiyama showed no shame at being caught red-handed.

"Let me make this clear first," Sawamura Sayuri said earnestly.

"No matter what, Eriri can't know these things, otherwise, Nomiyama Kazehaya, you'd better prepare to meet me in hell."

I will pull you up from hell to earth.

Nomiyama's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say those words. He just said in a weaker voice, "I thought you would fall in love with me, get married, and have children with me."

“This is my bottom line, Nomi Yamakaze.” Sawamura Sayuri’s words were devoid of emotion.

The air was silent for a long time, until at a certain moment, the boy's voice rang out in the wind.

"Little Lily...you still haven't rejected me..."

Sawamura Sayuri paused in her grabbing of potato chips, then grabbed at his face.

Nomiyama avoided her, then placed her on the rooftop and took a few steps back.

"I'm just stating the facts, why are you getting angry? Are you being unreasonable?"

"Don't dodge, or you'll never be able to kiss me again," Sawamura Sayuri said through gritted teeth.

Looking at her seemingly angry expression, Nomiyama understood something.

You can kiss now.

He moved closer to the other person, meeting their unresponsive purple eyes, and picked them up.

"Bastard... ugh..."

......

Greed.

The meaning is to covet or crave.

Sayuri Sawamura understood her situation.

She craved it, she couldn't bear to part with it, she wanted to keep that racing heartbeat.

But she was also afraid, afraid that Eriri would find out all this, afraid that Eriri would be too upset to accept it.

Both emotions were swirling in her mind, leaving her bewildered in the conflict. So, she occasionally couldn't resist wanting to buy him matching outfits and take some photos with him to keep as souvenirs. But whenever Eriri appeared, she would silently give all the matching outfits to Eriri.

Liking someone is something that cannot be predicted or controlled. Perhaps, as he said, it was a chain reaction after that drugging incident, where individual boundaries were broken, and everything went in a direction unrelated to worldly affairs.

She didn't know what to do, so she quietly accepted his demands and requests one after another. However, when it came to the final stages of their relationship, marriage, and having children, she could no longer take that step forward.

That's enough, although it's not entirely satisfactory, it's still sufficient.

Of course, if something goes wrong, it's better to end it sooner rather than later. I really can't bear to see Eriri's face in such a state of collapse.

He didn't seem to care much, and I don't know why.

He can't possibly bring me back to life after I die, can he?

Looking ahead, the two people, one selling goods and the other helping to carry them, worked together quite well.

If he wasn't lying, then none of the three people treated the others differently.

At that time, they were entangled with each other, and neither of them intended to let go.

Until Eriri stopped, the other two developed rapidly without any obstacles, and in the end, neither of them could leave the other.

Conversely, if Yukino had left first, Eriri would have achieved her ultimate goal, and might even have done better than Yukino, because Yukino's absence gave others the opportunity to create an opening.

Given the current situation, it's not really that difficult for Eriri to jump across Yukino's face during the fireworks festival.

Eriri has a special status and can do special things. The difficult part is probably how Yukino will react and how Eriri will deal with it.

And finally, who will he side with?

Whom do you favor?

Sawamura Sayuri shifted her gaze to him, then her eyelids twitched.

She always felt that in that situation, this person would quietly shrink back, unless something really went wrong. Otherwise, he would just stay back and watch to avoid being dragged out by the two people in the room to vent their anger.

......

Machida Sonoko has actually been living a good life for the past two years.

They signed the industry's most promising rising star writer and became the ace editor of Shinazugawa Bunko.

Calling them a supernova is only based on their debut time. In reality, considering their performance, it's perfectly reasonable to call them the top star in the romance light novel industry.

It would even be fair to call them the two brightest stars in the young novel industry.

For an author to receive the highest level of treatment in the industry is certainly a good thing, as good as it gets.

However, there are also drawbacks. In the past two years, most of my time has been devoted to this person, and consequently, I have paid less attention to the other contracted authors.

This also means that when the top author has a problem, Machida Sonoko can't find any other solutions and can only try to solve the problem of the top author.

She came to the comic convention today simply to find a suitable illustrator for the top author.