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"A bully in his own backyard," Nomiyama said disdainfully.

"Alright, stop fooling around." Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at the Antarctic snowfield, then turned to look at him. "Do you know where she is?"

"Ah."

Nomiyama couldn't see her, but he knew exactly where she was. He looked in a certain direction: "She's in the north, at my home."

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly. They were at the South Pole, and no matter which way they went, it was all north. And right now, it was hard to say how many homes he had.

She reached out and pinched his face directly.

“She’s only familiar with the house on the mountain.” Nomiyama smiled as he held Eriri in his arms, their bodies floating, and he carried her with him.

Looking down, he had a thought and recalled all the creatures that Yukinoshita had previously moved away.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the Antarctic research stations were restored to their original state.

Yukino Yukinoshita sensed the changes below and murmured, "Just how strong have you become now?"

Nomiyama thought for a moment: "I suppose I could rewrite the thinking of everyone in the world with a single thought."

He looked up at the sea of ​​stars: "My original destiny was to go to the sea of ​​stars after this planet became desolate."

Yukino Yukinoshita tilted her head to look at him, somewhat curious: "Seiyayu?"

Nomiyama flew through the sky with the two of them: "Hmm, now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense. Should I write a travelogue someday and call it 'Star Travelogue'?"

Eriri Sawamura laughed in his arms: "Stop fooling around, you're nowhere near as good as Kasumigaoka-senpai."

Nomiyama's eyes darted around. "Maybe I should ask my senior to write my books in the future."

Yukino Yukinoshita watched as the stardust in his eyes gradually faded with time, returning to its original darkness, and continued to ask, "What are you going to do in the sea of ​​stars?"

Nomiyama said casually, "I don't know. The flow of time has no meaning for me, so I'm just waiting for all life on Earth to die out before I go out. Maybe I'll find a planet with life in the sea of ​​stars and settle down there."

After a long silence, Yukino Yukinoshita said softly, "So your life before was just to be lonely for thousands of years."

Nomiyama glanced at her, gently patted Eriri down, and put her down from his arms.

Then he looked ahead, reached out, and touched the back of his hand beneath the snow with his fingers, touching it once and then tapping it again.

Yukino Yukinoshita thought he was a bit childish, so she turned her head away and grabbed his fingers.

Nomiyama cleared his throat: "It's not as pitiful as you think, because I don't know what loneliness is."

Yukino Yukinoshita clenched her fists tightly and remained silent.

Nomiyama opened his hand, grasped hers in return, and rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand: "I'm doing very well now. I won't go to Xinghai. It's not suitable for me there. It's colder than winter in Xinghai. I prefer to stay in warmer places."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled faintly: "Don't you like winter?"

Nomiyama thought to himself, "Winter is just an afterthought. I just love the snow in winter, the warm kotatsu at home, and having someone cook for me inside."

“I’ve actually thought that it would be great if the kotatsu could be placed outdoors. I could put one in the yard, lie on my back inside, and watch the snow fall from the sky.”

Yukino Yukinoshita listened to him with a gentle smile, hearing him talk about winter snow, about the kotatsu at home, and finally about someone cooking for him inside the house.

She pinched him hard.

In winter, the person who often cooked for him in that house was actually Kato-kun over the years.

Eriri Sawamura glanced at them, who were each making their own little gestures, and complained, "Shouldn't you be able to take us back in one step? Why are we still flying over the sea?"

Nomiyama replied matter-of-factly, "So I can talk to you more, and so you won't think I've changed or anything."

Yukino Yukinoshita tightened her grip, her worry finally becoming clear: "Have you really not changed?"

Nomiyama released her hand and stopped high in the sky.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt her empty hand and looked at him with a complicated expression, her eyes gleaming with a faint stardust.

Eriri Sawamura stopped a little further ahead, also pursing her lips.

A cold wind blew incessantly high above, whistling as it passed by, lifting and lowering the hair of the three of them.

Nomiyama approached her calmly, reached out, and tucked her hair behind his ear.

Yukino Yukinoshita wanted to resist because the aura of the person in front of her was too unfamiliar, or rather, this was no longer the person in front of her, but a god.

Staring into those eyes that seemed to hold tiny fireflies, Yukino Yukinoshita tried hard to find any familiar traces within them.

She searched, then gradually became lost, sadness welling up in her eyes. She couldn't find anything, not even a trace of familiar scent.

The eyes opposite him seemed to hold everything—all things in the world, the universe and the stars—everything was encompassed and accepted by him.

But this shouldn't be happening. This isn't what she wants. All she wants are those selfish and greedy eyes from before. All she wants is someone whose eyes are filled with her.

She wanted the boy who belonged to her.

Yukino Yukinoshita felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She was frozen, unable and afraid to move. She felt that if she moved, she would shatter into pieces and completely collapse in front of this person.

Then she felt a slight pain in her hair.

Nomiyama tied her hair into twin tails with the two black ribbons, then held one twin tail in each hand, leaned down close to those eyes, and said with a hint of helplessness, "What do you want me to do to make you believe I haven't changed? Go home and grab your twin tails?"

Yukino Yukinoshita realized what had happened and looked directly at the other person: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Nomiyama took another step forward, no longer grabbing the twin tails, but instead wrapping his arms around her waist, and the two drew closer again: "Back to the beginning, my beginning is a being born under the starry sky. My eyes were like this at first, with a bit of stardust overflowing. Just wait for me to get used to it."

He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you listen to the heartbeat and see if it sounds familiar? Or do something to make a judgment?"

Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head and glanced at the thing covering her.

Nomiyama also looked down and whispered, "You promised me, twin tails."

Eriri Sawamura leaned closer, curious: "Under your yukata, was anything underneath?"

Nomiyama didn't answer, but just lowered his head and quietly moved one hand, finally grasping a pair of twin tails.

Seize the opportunity.

Yukino Yukinoshita watched as the two of them each reached out a thieving hand, and expressionlessly untied her twin tails, letting her black hair fall naturally.

Nomiyama said with dissatisfaction, "You agreed to it yourself."

Eriri Sawamura said with a hint of resentment, "That's right, it was Yukino who suggested it herself."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the two of them, and her breathing quickened slightly as she thought of the times he used to pull Eriri's twin tails.

It wasn't that she was thinking about it, it was that she was angry. She looked at Eriri, her eyelids twitching: "I can understand Nomiyama-kun, but Eriri, what are you thinking?"

Eriri Sawamura moved closer to her, took her hand, and opened her big eyes innocently: "We are half-sisters, how could I do anything bad to Yukino? I was just curious about the scene of Yukino with her hair in pigtails playing with him."

Fake.

Nomiyama glanced at Eriri. He often studied Eriri's doujinshi, so he knew that one of the scenes was him lying at the bottom, with Yukino lying on top of him, and Eriri sitting at the top with her hands holding her ponytail.

Because of his good physical condition, it's okay if Yukinoshita lies on top of him; he can still do it. And at that time, she won't be able to resist him because of her own actions, and of course, she won't be able to resist Eriri either.

Eriri is the devil, just like Sayuri. As for him, well, he just likes to bully Yukinoshita, he's just looking for a new way to play.

"I will definitely keep my promise to you, and I have no intention of going back on my word." Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the increasingly familiar look in his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "But now, let's go see her first."

Nomiyama and Eriri exchanged a glance and whistled.

Eriri Sawamura's lips finally couldn't be suppressed and curled up wildly.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at her hand being held, then at his undisguised joy, and remained silent.

She never really understood why these two people closest to her both liked to do things to her, both openly and secretly, scheming against her in such a furtive way.

......

Nomiyama played a little tune as he walked step by step toward the summit, taking in the mountain scenery he hadn't seen for ten years.

Xueye stood in front of her grave, glanced at him, and then continued to look at the lake below.

There are four people there now: Yukino Yukinoshita and Eriri Sawamura, who just arrived, and Yuko and Yomi, who were already there.

"Why did you bring them here? To provoke us after winning?"

"What? Is it any of your business if I bring my girlfriend home? This is my birthplace." Nomiyama walked to her side and looked down as well. "Anyway, they won't be eavesdropping."

"Heh, you can't hear anything even if you want to eavesdrop." Yukino Shinohara put her hands behind her back.

"They won't eavesdrop. They promised to give me time and space, and they definitely will," Nomiyama said softly.

Xuexia Xuewan rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to his words, and simply stretched out her hand: "Give me the memories."

"Oh." Nomiyama opened his hand, and the years sculpted a white mist in his palm before finally placing it unreservedly into her hand.

As the snow fell late, he clenched his fists, absorbing the mist.

Ten years of life, a lifetime in the palm of your hand.

The easiest and most direct way to understand a person is not through their varied and repetitive words, and the purpose of their actions will inevitably be biased.

Therefore, it is memory.

Snow fell, and in the evening, he once again reviewed his memories, this time of his life.

When I opened my eyes in the house at the age of eight, the first thing I did was go fishing.

Poisoning, hospitalized.

I met Yukino Yukinoshita and Eriri Sawamura.

Parting, and then parting again.

He huddled in the living room by the kotatsu, turned off the lights, and quietly looked at the paintings on the wall, his words sounding like casual conversation.

“I always felt that as long as it’s not a matter of life and death, parting is not a big deal, and we will meet again eventually, so I didn’t say anything sad to her. But I think I should have comforted her more just now, because I felt that she was very sad just now.”

"But it's also hard for me to get through this. It's really difficult to hold back my own sadness and comfort another person who is also sad. Fortunately, at least I didn't let her see that I was sad."

"Parting is a harbinger of reunion. As long as the person who said goodbye can be seen again, I think the wait is worthwhile."

Parting is a harbinger of reunion.

Xuexia Xuewan squatted down in front of him, reached out, rubbed his little head, and then stood up.

Memories flashed by again, winter passed, and I was thirteen.

In middle school, a girl with bright red eyes and long black hair appears and reconciles with Eriri Sawamura.

Then, Yuko ended her thousand-year vigil and came out to see him one last time as he descended the mountain.

This means that at this point, he had surpassed Yuko in terms of physical strength alone, and entered the ranks of the strongest.

Gong Yu, oh?

The other name he prepared was used; it turned out it was used by his mistress.

Yukinoshita, hmm, that's interesting. She's naturally unruly, just like me.

As the snow fell and the evening fell, he browsed through his life, and a smile gradually crept onto his lips.

At thirteen, they are, in a sense, freed from the constraints of rules at this age, because there is no one left in the world who can control them.

She started out thinking that everything was in the world and that she was the most important person, and he was in a sense too. However, from the beginning, he was held back by two threads, which later became more complex.

He was the strongest and would never lose, yet he willingly accepted the constraints, while he himself was completely unrestrained.

Fourteen-year-old Kato Megumi, the girl who was quietly airing out his blankets at his house.

Oh, Gong Yu left, and Yang Nai was forced into confinement. Heh, two black-haired, blue-eyed people, thank goodness he has no memory of them.

Xuexia Xuewan looked at the two people in the secret room and raised her eyebrows.

Wow? Carrying Yukino Yukinoshita on his back, charging ahead first? No wonder it reminds me of myself, very stylish, with a resolute and all-or-nothing attitude.

Her memories accelerated, and Xue Xia watched him repeatedly space out, fishing to detoxify himself; then at a certain moment, she frowned.

Her gaze lingered on the quiet girl beside him, and she began to sense that something was amiss.

Why is this girl named Kato Megumi always hanging around him at school?

What about Eriri Sawamura?

Huh? What's Sawamura Sayuri trying to say here?

Repeatedly and quickly, the previous memories flashed through her mind again. Snowfall exhaled in the evening, accelerating the memory process once more.

One person began to appear in his memory more frequently until his final year of junior high school, when Xue Xia Xue Wan silently watched the person serving him rice beside him.

This girl named Kato Megumi silently accompanied him for three years: exchanging exam papers for one year, and then sharing nearly two years of daily life with Miyami Yono after she left, including cooking, sleeping, and washing clothes.

"Are you OK!!!"