Comics, daily stories

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the two making a ruckus, and helplessly turned and walked towards the temple exit.

The two men, who had been wriggling on the ground, exchanged a glance and then relaxed and got up.

Mai Sakurajima strolled over to them: "Why does Yukino seem a little resentful?"

Nomiyama and Eriri seemed to be deep in thought.

Kato Megumi took a step forward, speaking calmly: "Because Yukinoshita actually prefers to do it herself. Kazehaya, you can't be simply unlucky. She was very angry just now."

Nomiyama caught up with her: "Megumi knows her so well?"

There's a saying that the person who knows you best is often your enemy.

"Um, isn't calling it the enemy a bit of an exaggeration?"

"It's all because the wind is early."

Eriri Sawamura followed behind them, lost in thought.

Mai Sakurajima was thinking about what Megumi had said.

Kazehaya doesn't have simple bad luck.

So, he said Yukino was water, and then the water stopped?

She looked up at the four people walking ahead who seemed to have nothing on their minds.

......

The temple is closed.

Nomiyama looked at the closed door, scratched his head, and looked at the others around him: "How about we go visit the next temple?"

"No, please let them go."

The 253rd can also be considered growing old together.

In the past, Nomiyama always felt that parting was not important, and he truly never took such things to heart.

Since we'll meet again eventually, there's no need to worry about a short separation; that's what he thought at the time.

Later, Eriri left, as did Natsume-sensei, and then there was the three-year separation from Yukinoshita.

He then realized that parting was a bitter thing, and saying goodbye was a difficult thing.

Over the years, apart from a few individuals, all the classmates he had beaten up in his memory disappeared without a trace after class on an ordinary afternoon, as the sun set, and they faded away into the journey of life.

Nomiyama felt a pang of sadness at this, and thus cherished the reunion even more. This is why, when he met Kasumigaoka-senpai again that day, he was willing to quietly make her a bowl of noodles and try to ease the girl's worries.

You only have a few friends, so you should cherish them.

If parting with friends is about wishing them well, then going even further, when it comes to his girlfriend, he only feels reluctant to part.

Nomiyama stared at Mai, who was several meters away. Around them were busy working people or students rushing to catch their trains.

They had said goodbye and hugged, but somehow, one stopped here and the other stopped there.

Nomiyama suddenly thought of "Tokyo Love Story." He remembered that when the male and female protagonists first started to develop their relationship, they looked at each other while saying goodbye. However, they looked at each other while talking nonsense, and finally walked away backwards. They backed away, smiling and waving goodbye and saying "bye-bye" and "goodnight." Finally, after walking a certain distance away, they said "ready" to each other and turned around.

The male lead turned around, but the female lead didn't. She stood there, smiling as she watched his back.

The male protagonist sensed something, so he cautiously turned around and looked at the person who had been watching him.

At that moment, everything became clear. They laughed brightly and passionately, and the female lead ran into the male lead's arms, and the two embraced.

Thinking about all this, Nomiyama suddenly didn't want her to leave. Driven by selfishness, he wanted his girlfriend by his side rather than pursuing his personal passions.

Because it's driven by selfish motives, it can't be spoken aloud. Bound by love in the name of love is neither fair nor noble.

He reached out his hand, ready to say 'goodbye' one last time.

In my gaze, the setting sun cast its last rays, draping the platform in a red cloak, along with the girl.

She ran quickly for a few meters, her little leather shoes clicking on the smooth, reflective floor. Her white dress rippled in the red sunlight, as did the girl's radiant smile.

She pounced on him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said smugly, "Boyfriend, don't you miss me?"

Nomiyama nodded, looking into those smug and cunning eyes, and said without any intention of hiding anything, "I was just thinking about whether I should take you home and not let you leave."

"I'll listen to my boyfriend, but that idiot boyfriend definitely won't do that." Mai Sakurajima smiled and pressed her cheek against his. "Actually, I'll only be busy for a short while. After that, I'll turn down most of my work and focus on my student job. Kazehaya, just bear with me a little longer."

"Mmm." Nomiyama pressed his face against hers and reached out to ruffle her hair.

Mai Sakurajima carefully leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice: "When I come back next time, I'll let Kazehaya try on black stockings."

Nomiyama opened his eyes slightly and whispered, "Should I?"

The girl's voice sounded like a devil's whisper: "Hmm...come here."

Nomiyama's eyes lit up, and he was about to say something more.

"The train is about to depart."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at them, then turned and walked towards the carriage.

Nomiyama glanced at Mai-senpai's flushed face, reached out and pinched it twice: "I'm going back to Chiba first."

Mai Sakurajima stepped on his foot, grabbed his face and grumbled, "Distinguish between superiors and inferiors. I am the senior. Don't be disrespectful. Who gave you permission to pinch my face?"

Kato Megumi turned around: "Kazehaya, it's time to go."

Eriri Sawamura simply gave a cold laugh, but said nothing.

With a hint of regret, Nomiyama stepped back and waved his hand, saying, "Mai-senpai can't go back on her word."

Sakurajima Mai crossed her arms and smiled: "It depends on your performance, Kazehaya."

After that person boarded the train, and after the sun finally disappeared, the girl walked alone on the platform, where there was no sunlight or crowds, her steps light and slow, no longer making a clattering sound.

She didn't seem lonely at all; instead, she exuded a sense of peace and security, as if she had someone by her side.

......

Nomiyama said goodbye to them under the streetlights, and also asked Eriri to help take Megumi home.

Only after the two cars had disappeared from sight did he turn his head and look to the west.

Close your eyes, feel the world's breath, and let the world feel you.

The next second, he disappeared into the street.

The next second, the sky exploded, as if something had created a sonic boom in the air, scattering the piles of clouds.

Nomiyama rushed straight towards a mountain in the west, and then crashed directly into a strange mountain peak.

With a cracking sound, he crashed into a brightly lit square. The light, which seemed to come from nowhere, filled the entire space, and beneath his feet lay white jade-like stones, which he had already smashed and cracked.

Nomiyama glanced at the densely packed bald men chanting sutras in the square, then looked up at the sky.

This is probably a small space different from the outside world, so much so that what hangs in the sky is not clouds or the sun, moon and stars, but a temple.

The Great Thunder Temple? Or the Hanging Temple?

The chanting stopped when he crashed into the square. The monks stood up one after another, and as their auras surged, a united front emerged.

Oh? A fierce-looking Vajra?

Nomiyama raised an eyebrow, squatted down barefoot, took out a piece from the newly cracked white jade floor, and tossed it in his hand.

Let's see if your heads are harder or my bricks are harder.

But he was destined to be unable to use his brick-throwing tactics, because someone stood in front of him, and because of this person's appearance, the monks quieted down again.

"My God above, I have failed to greet you properly."

Nomiyama looked the person in front of him up and down. He was wearing an ordinary linen monk's robe and looked like a young monk. His expression seemed resolute, yet also seemed to be full of bitterness and hatred, and also seemed to be filled with some pity.

He clicked his tongue: "You're not as fat as the Buddha statue."

Seeing that the other person was about to say something, he interrupted, "I don't mean anything, I just want to know what you mean."

The young monk remained silent for a moment, then finally extended his right arm and lifted his robe.

On that seemingly slender arm, a crack was clearly visible, with a faint golden hue within it.

His expression grew even more sorrowful: "If you really kneel down, I'll shatter."

Nomiyama glanced at the crack that appeared in the same spot as the Buddha statue, and then brought up another matter: "That spring?"

The young monk gently shook his head: "I don't know."

"Oh." Nomiyama threw away the white jade brick, turned around and took a few steps, then looked back and pondered, "I read Buddhist books, which say that Shakyamuni is the present Buddha, and there will be Maitreya, the future Buddha."

Shakyamuni was about to nod.

"If you lie to me, I will make Buddha disappear, and the present and the future will both become nothing."

Nomiyama left behind a saying: "Step out of your small world."

Shakyamuni's expression grew even more sorrowful.

You want to manage immortals, you want to manage ghosts, you even want to manage Buddhas, but why don't you manage humans? And who will manage you?

Is it snowing late? Is it Yukino under the snow?

Anyone, please do something about it. He's always threatening to kill Buddhas and destroy sects.

......

Nomiyama landed on the street near her home, walking barefoot on the dented floor.

The wind was actually quite pleasant tonight, but he was preoccupied with some thoughts and couldn't pay attention to it.

If the monk says it wasn't him, then it wasn't him, because he's weak, not even as strong as Huang Quan or Bai Yujing, and wouldn't have the guts to scheme against him.

Making Buddha disappear is not just empty talk. If he regains his power, Nomiyama suspects he can rewrite people's minds. Buddha is just a practitioner who relies on the faith of sentient beings. If sentient beings do not have Buddha in their hearts, then there really is no Buddha.

But if it weren't for him, Nomiyama would have lost his suspect.

There's only one last explanation left: a warning, just like the warnings given for any normal fish caught before.

The last time I caught a fish, it was because Yukino pierced it through.

Why are there so many problems?

He let out a breath, too lazy to think anymore. He'd deal with whatever came his way; there was no hurdle he couldn't overcome.

He took out his key and opened the door.

"I am back."

Welcome home.

He reached out and caught the person who lunged at him, then tilted his head back to escape from the soft, squishy place.

"Is there any food, Gong Yu? I'm hungry."

"Yes, yes, I prepared the ingredients when you said you were coming back."

Yukinoshita Miyami stood on the ground, pulled him to the sofa, and said softly, "Kazehaya, just watch TV and wait a little while. I'll go to the kitchen to take care of it."

"okay."

Nomiyama leaned back on the sofa and began to slouch.

Maybe it's just that the facilities at the Wishing Well are broken. There aren't that many ominous warnings in this world.

......

After autumn comes winter.

Nomiyama had been waiting for this winter for a long time; he always looked forward to the snow in Chiba and never got tired of seeing it.

Of course, this is not the time to talk about wind and snow, but rather...

"Eri, shine!"

Eriri Sawamura grabbed an empty cup and smashed it into his face: "Are you using me as a heater?!"

Nomiyama took the water glass, poured out some black tea from the thermos, took a couple of steps and placed it back in front of her, then tightened his scarf and looked at her.

Eriri Sawamura rolled her eyes at him, stretched out her finger, and a point of light lit up at her fingertip. Heat began to radiate from that point, drifting through the air.

A few seconds later, the service area was warm and cozy.

Satisfied, Nomiyama returned to his chair and began to relax.