After defeating the strongest conjurer, I lost my horse

Yoshino Junpei slowly stood up from the garbage dump.

Shota Ito and the others have already left, and the masked man who appeared suddenly has disappeared.

He endured the pain in his body and slowly left the school. The sunlight near dusk was gentle and dark, and there was no severe pain in his eyes, just a dull pain.

Another empty street.

The thick shade of camphor is like viscous ink, slowly flowing over his shadow.

Yoshino Junpei lowered his head to avoid direct sunlight, the air flowing between his breaths was hopelessly stagnant, and the ground seemed to have undispelled heat.

do not want to talk.

can not breath.

It was as if the whole world had become an ocean, and he was just a man falling into it and dying of slow suffocation.

"Why are you leaving alone?" A man's strange voice suddenly sounded behind him.

His shoulders were lightly pressed, and he turned around to see the mask painted with the face of a bright red fox. The man's long silver-white hair was tied up high, and the ends of his hair were dyed with a halo.

The man held an ice cream and a rabbit-shaped balloon in his hand. He probably just came out of a convenience store. The ice cream package was still covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

Yoshino Junpei subconsciously wanted to escape.

Although this person had just saved him, he didn't want to get involved with such a person.

He is used to loneliness, he doesn't need others to enter his world, and he doesn't want to take the risk of being hurt by others.

however--

"Eat it, some ice cream can stop bleeding and relieve pain." The man unpacked the ice cream and handed it to him.

After being slapped twice severely, his cheeks are still burning with pain, and his mouth is filled with the taste of fresh blood and salty.

Yoshino Junpei took a bite, the rich sweetness of vanilla and the aroma of milk spread between his lips.

The man held the balloon and held his hand, his beautiful fingers shuttled between the ribbons, and the soft and delicate texture reflected the warm light.

The man focused on tying the balloon around his wrist, with a gentle smile in his eyes after he finished.

"I'm going home." Yoshino Junpei felt his voice hoarse.

He turned around and ran away, but the man didn't speak, just followed him.

"Meow—" a soft cat meowed.

He turned his head and saw the man squatting down next to the cardboard box on the roadside. He was clearly wearing a mask, but he somehow felt that the other party was smiling. When he got up again, there was a ball of warm yellow fur in his arms.

When he approached, he heard the cat's soft meowing and sweet meowing.

"Do you want to touch it?" The man looked up at him, the blue-purple pupils were dappled by the day's bright sun, and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes flooded with delicate shattered light like stardust.

He didn't speak, to be honest he didn't want to, but the man took the initiative to hold his hand.

When the fingertips are touched, the temperature of the palms is slightly cool.

In the next second, the fingertips touched a mass of warm softness.

The man took his hand and gently stroked the cat's fur in a very slow and gentle way.

He could feel the steady and powerful heartbeat under the warm orange like honey, the little soft orange cat meowed, and the soft pads clung to his fingers.

Fresh... warm... life.

"Children, don't always keep a straight face." A warm hand gently landed on the top of his head.

With such a light force, you can feel the gentleness of that person's fingertips without raising your head.

"Why do you keep everything in your heart, can't you trust me?" The man gently poked the redness on his face with the other hand, and then a helpless and distressed sigh came from his ear.

Shunping held the ice cream and raised his head in a daze, the gorgeous sunset glow poured into the man's eyes and melted into a gentle halo.

And in that halo, what is reflected is the tearful self.

"it hurts……"

Kannazuki saw the child's eyes filled with sadness.

Sour tears rushed out of his eyes, and then fell drop by drop.

From crying silently to crying loudly.

"I'm in pain, I'm in pain..."

Yoshino Junpei can probably guess how embarrassed and crazy he is now.

He had never imagined himself like this, but the collapse of people seemed to be just a flash.

His voice was hoarse and messy when he opened his mouth, his eyes were blurred by tears, and what he said was illogical and more like a pure vent.

"I'm in pain every day. Before the old injury healed, they grabbed me and burned me with cigarette butts..."

"Why, what did I do wrong. Why did you do this to me, why did it happen to me."

What responded to him was a silent hug.

The tip of the nose smells the sun-like warmth of hydrangeas.

The corner that he once thought would be frozen and silent forever, is now finally warm and fumigated spring water gushes out.

Those coldness that he had hidden and tried to forget, those scars that no longer hurt but could not fade away, now finally began to melt and heal.

It turned out that he was not so indifferent that he could ignore everything, he just lacked someone who was willing to accept his scars all over his body.

Kannazuki looked at the sobbing young man in his arms, and accepted it silently without saying a word.

In fact, this child does not need any advice, he just has a backlog of sadness and helplessness for too long.

"Do not be afraid."

If you've ever been in the mud, grab my hand now.

Don't look down, don't stare into the abyss, you shouldn't be walking with demons, you shouldn't be in hell.

There is no absolute good or evil in human nature. I don't ask you to forget the pain and despair, but please believe that there is still goodness and light in the world.

When Yi Dizhi received the call and asked him to go to the police station to find people, he was in a daze.

Originally thought that a new teacher came and he would suffer less persecution, but he didn't expect this teacher Kazama to send himself into the bureau on the first day of his inauguration.

Yi Dizhi, who drove to the police station late at night, covered his mouth and tried hard not to cry.

These TMs are all sufferings in the world.

He is an auxiliary supervisor, not a professional householder who cleans up the mess. Can you think about the consequences before doing bad things, instead of waiting for something to happen before coming to him to wipe your ass.

When they entered the police station, a group of parents were arguing in the reception room. The instigator sat on a chair and looked at his mobile phone carelessly, as if the hysteria around him had nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Kazama, how can you beat someone casually." Yidizhi, who was forced to work overtime, wanted to cry, "Especially the other party is still a high school student. It's really difficult for me to deal with you like this."

"Don't worry, he didn't hurt his bones, it just hurt him for a while." Kannazuki yawned casually.

Although he really wanted to use a heavy hand to give the bear a little childhood shadow, but he didn't want to cause too much trouble, so when he did it, he only picked those places that were thick and not easy to leave injuries, but also very painful.

"Then you can't beat people casually!" Yidizhi's face was full of despair when a senior social animal was squeezed by his boss, "It's wrong to beat people! Mr. Kazama! If Principal Ye Moth like you knows, something will happen!"

"Be content, I didn't burn a few holes on that kid's forehead with a cigarette butt."

Kanna Tsukikage's tone was quite casual and unbeatable: "If there's anything you need, just ask Principal Noctua to come to me."

He even dared to dance left and right in the minefield of Su Nuo on both sides. It's nothing to beat a brat with bad views.