Comics, daily stories

Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't intend for things to turn out this way at first. But when I realized that you two were too close, we were already beyond saving and had no choice but to go all the way."

“You don’t even know me as well as Kato,” Yukino Yukinoshita said softly. “At least, if Kato were in your position, she wouldn’t have made this decision in the first place. She would probably have told me how she liked me right away.”

She smiled and said, "Once I realize what she likes, I'll back down. Then she'll take advantage of my backing down and win over Kazehaya. No matter how much I regret it then, it will be a done deal."

"Kato Megumi?" Yukinoshita Haruno thought of the person who had always lived in that new house, and paused for a moment.

Finally, she laughed and said, "Maybe."

She took a few steps and looked at the lake below: "Yukino, you're right. In the years you've been away, the one who has been by his side the longest is not Yukinoshita Miyami or me, nor Eriri, but Megumi."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't seem to care: "Hmm."

"Hmm? Yukino, are you that confident? Aren't you worried about his progress with Megumi?"

“No, it’s not a matter of confidence.” Yukino Yukinoshita looked at a large rock by the lake, pondering how he had sat on it all those years ago.

She reached out and took out her fishing rod: "But no matter how the story unfolds, he and I will still fall in love in the end, and that's the most important thing."

"Alright, sister, you should go back now. A guest has arrived."

Yukino looked at her younger sister but didn't take a step immediately. She just watched, her eyes filled with emotion.

After a moment of silence, Yukino Yukinoshita turned around, met her gaze, and smiled: "My sister is my sister. No matter what, we are sisters."

Yukino smiled and turned around.

"Oh right, this is the [Essence of Immortality]. With your talent for cultivation, without this, it will take you a long time to achieve immortality. Drink it first."

Yukino casually tossed the snow into her hand.

Yukino reached out and took the two small medicine bottles from her palm. She didn't say anything more and left.

After she left, a small figure appeared in her original spot.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the little girl floating at eye level with her, unsurprised, and put away her fishing rod, asking, "Are you Yukinoshita Yuuko or Kitahara Yuuko now?"

The little girl put her hands behind her back and said, "Yuko Kitahara, Yuko Yukinoshita was already gone when she was reincarnated."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the little girl's apron to avoid getting it dirty while eating, and then at the way the little girl had her hands behind her back. She found it a little cute and wanted to laugh, but she also knew that this posture was appropriate for the little girl.

So she tried to maintain her composure and make her tone as natural as possible: "Then how should I address you?"

Kitahara Yuko glanced at this outstanding junior, ignoring his suppressed laughter, and simply stated, "Just call me Yuko, that's what he calls me by my name too."

“Okay,” Yukino Yukinoshita replied.

Kitahara Yuko took a step forward and came to the surface of the lake. She looked down at Yomi fishing, but ignored him. She just said to the person who followed her, "You need to get stronger and faster. I can kill people, but I can't use magic. At my training speed, I don't have time to help him erase his memories."

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly and asked, "Can you estimate how much time he has left to recover his memories?"

Kitahara Yuko reached out and let the white mist flow over her body: "These memories are all active. He is trying to suppress the urge to recall them, but there is a limit, especially since he tends to think of his sister when he has nothing to do. So, it will take one to two years."

Looking at her, Kitahara Yuko continued, "The problem with these memories is that cold instinct from tens of thousands of years ago. The influx of that long period of time and memories will reshape him."

“The fact that it started a thousand years ago isn’t a big problem; it won’t have a significant impact on him.”

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyelids twitched. Although tens of thousands of years and a thousand years are not on the same level, this was clearly influenced by personal will.

One year.

in time.

Holding hands, Yukino Yukinoshita was no longer worried about it.

She turned to look at Yuko and asked the question that had been piquing her curiosity: "Yuko, can you tell me about your story with him?"

Kitahara Yuko was quiet for a moment, then said softly, "Actually, there's not much to say. The three of us are living a relatively simple life."

Yukino Yukinoshita insisted, "I'm still very curious."

Kitahara Yuko looked at the white mist flowing on her arm, withdrew her hand, turned around and walked to the large rock by the lake, where she sat down.

Yukino Yukinoshita followed and sat down next to her.

"You have his fishing rod, right? Can I borrow it?" Kitahara Yuko didn't mention the past first, but asked about the fishing rod.

Yukino Yukinoshita did not hesitate. She simply reached out, and a bright green bamboo pole appeared. She then handed it to the little girl next to her.

After she finished, she took out an identical rod and cast it into the water.

Kitahara Yuko cast her line into the water, looked at the floating fishing line, thought for a moment, and said, "My sister and I are quite a few years apart, much older than you two sisters."

"When my sister was thirteen, she took up a knife and rebelled against the Yukinoshita family in order to save my life. At that time, I had not yet started my training and was still young, so I was a burden. All I could do was try my best to hold my sister's neck tightly so that I wouldn't fall and wouldn't distract her."

"My sister is a true born killer. From the moment she killed her first person, she became more and more proficient and stronger with each kill. In the end, she wiped out the entire Yukinoshita family."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the little girl beside her, unsure how to react. The Yukinoshita family had been wiped out, leaving only two people. Her predecessor had always been all alone. So, the current Yukinoshita family... could only be Yuko's descendants...

“My sister lived with me in that snow-covered house for two years. Then, when she was fifteen, she entrusted me to her friend, who was also my master, and chose to travel the world.”

"At eighteen, she returned to this island nation and stopped in Chiba. I came to take a look."

"My sister fought with him, but lost, and then went into the mountains."

"After that, there's not much of a story to tell. My sister moved the Yukinoshita family here and settled down. She went to the mountain to visit him day after day, year after year, until she died."

“My sister died. Before she died, she lied to him and said, ‘We will meet again.’ I used that sentence to break his defenses and stab him in the heart.”

Yukino listened quietly to the story, then asked, "What kind of person was Kazehaya back then?"

Kitahara Yuko glanced at her: "He wasn't human back then."

......

"Was Kazehaya a god in the past?"

Nomiyama loosened his grip, no longer lightly biting that spot, but instead looked up to meet Megumi's gaze. After thinking for a moment, he moved back with Megumi, leaning against the headboard.

He gently rubbed the peach blossoms on her face with his fingertips: "What do you think, Hui?"

Kato Megumi moved her eyebrows slightly, finding a comfortable position. After letting out a long breath, she said softly, "I feel that's probably it, otherwise it would be hard to explain all this."

Nomiyama leaned against the headboard and shook his head slightly: "Actually, it shouldn't have been like that at the beginning. The concept of gods comes from this planet, but at the beginning, my existence had little to do with this planet."

He became interested and brought up a topic: "Does Hui know about probability? There's an interesting saying going around now: if you let a monkey type on a keyboard for an unlimited amount of time, one day it will type out the complete works of Shakespeare. Maybe that time will be infinitely long, but the possibility is definitely there."

Nomiyama smiled and said, "You can think of me as a monkey who typed out Shakespeare. The universe is too big. In the endless span of time, it created mankind. In the sea of ​​stars, perhaps it also created some creatures that are more stupid or more intelligent than mankind. And I am one of the miracles of the universe."

"One day, particles collided and formed, and I appeared with an almost impossible probability, was born, opened my eyes to see the world, understood the world, and began to become a god."

"Compared to gods, I am merely a powerful being. The immortals in this world are similar to me, only they are much weaker than me."

Kato Megumi ruffled his hair: "If the wind had started earlier, why didn't you live in the sky and become an immortal?"

“They wanted to kill me as soon as I was born…” Nomiyama grabbed the hand, “so I had no choice but to side with humans.”

"It's not that I didn't try to escape the world. Although I didn't go to heaven, I lived in the mountains. It's just that one day a bastard wandered into the mountains."

After saying this, he glanced at Hui, lowered his head, and bit her.

Kato Megumi sighed and reached out to hug his head: "Kazehaya, no matter how much you eat, you won't be able to tell."

Nomiyama didn't care, he just put in a little more effort.

"Hmm...unless..." Kato Megumi rubbed against him.

"Unless... Kazehaya gets me... pregnant..."

After saying that, Nomiyama stopped harping on that spot, instead flipping her over and pinning her down, lowering his head to kiss her, and starting to move.

Another long time passed, until a small hand picked up a water glass from the bedside table and began to hydrate itself.

Kato Megumi sat on his lap, glanced back at the messy bed, and said softly, "Kazehaya, go sleep in the room across the way later. I made up a bed there."

"Huh?" Nomiyama leaned against the headboard, stunned for a moment.

opposite?

Based on the original house layout, his room was initially opposite Miyami's, and later it became Yukino's. If their positions remain unchanged, then the room opposite him is now...

Kato Megumi put down her water glass, glanced at him, her eyes flickered slightly, and she made a move to get up: "I'm sleepy, Feng, go to bed early, I'm going back to my room to sleep too."

Nomiyama stretched out his arms to hold her back, not letting her move, and said seriously, "I just got home. Megumi knows the layout of the house better. I'll listen to Megumi."

"Mmm." Kato Megumi didn't get up, but simply reached out and pinched a strand of his hair.

Knead, knead, knead.

"The wind blows early."

"Ok?"

Do you know about Altair and Vega?

"Yes, every year, at a certain point in time, they become closer in the field of vision on earth, like a reunion."

Kato Megumi gently pressed herself against him, their burning cheeks touching: "I've believed for a long time that Kazehaya is the Altair star I need to meet."

"So Kazehaya, don't overthink it, don't put pressure on yourself, I'm really fine."

"I just understand that as long as we are still here, we are destined to meet, know each other, and love each other again. Everything else is just a side issue."

"Kazehaya, I am already your wife."

Nomiyama gently brushed against Megumi's cheek and hair.

Kato Megumi felt his growing heat and arousal below, and her eyes flickered slightly.

She reached out and sent a little air to the water glass on the bedside table.

Carefully propping herself up, she limply stepped away, then looked into those eyes that burned with such intense emotion that it was almost satisfying, and reached for her water glass.

She said softly, "It's windy early, and the water is cold."

Nomiyama's eyes widened even more.

Kato Megumi brought the water glass to her lips: "But it's too big, I can only eat half of it."

She took a sip of ice water, then held another sip in her mouth.

He slowly lowered his head.

"Well..."

......

"Gurgle... gurgle... gurgle..."

......

Nomiyama sat in the courtyard, humming, holding a chicken in one hand and plucking its feathers with the other.

"You look very happy?"

Turning his head to glance at Eriri, who had suddenly squatted down beside him, Nomiyama ignored her and continued humming a tuneless melody.

Eriri Sawamura glanced at him suspiciously, noticing his inexplicably good mood. She got up, walked a few steps in the yard, and went to the bed sheets that were drying. She looked them over for a while, and finally her gaze settled on a hole in the sheet.

Did you cut a hole in it?

Eriri Sawamura suddenly remembered a polar bear pelt that she had kept in her collection.

Looking up, she subconsciously glanced at the new house in front of her, and finally saw the sleeping girl in what should have been Yukino's room.

Eriri Sawamura's lips twitched, and she took a few steps, nudging him: "How did you manage to win over Megumi?"

Nomiyama picked up the plucked chicken and walked into the house: "What do you mean 'settled'? Use nicer words. Me and Huilang are a perfect match, you golden retriever don't know anything."

"Pah!" Eriri Sawamura followed him. "What a scumbag! He definitely used underhanded methods!"

"If you say another word, I won't give you any food later." Nomiyama reached out and tapped her. "How's things at home? Has Sayuri said anything?"

“What can Mom say? She supports all my decisions.” Eriri Sawamura took out a pair of unopened shoes, put them on, and followed him into the living room.

"But remember to come to my house in a couple of days."

"Okay, is it Sayuri who wants me to go over?" Nomiyama turned around.

“No.” Eriri Sawamura grinned. “I’m the one who asked you to come here.”

"Alright then." Nomiyama carried the chicken into the kitchen.

Eriri Sawamura watched him leave, pondered for a moment, then turned on the TV with a smile.

The sound of chopping vegetables began to come from the kitchen. After a while, the range hood started to run, and there was the sizzling of hot oil, the clinking of spatulas, and the clanging of bowls and chopsticks.

Eriri Sawamura listened to the sounds, watched the television, and began to drift off into thought.