Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Basin.

It is an event dedicated to the spirits of our ancestors, which takes place in summer in Japan, and is one of the occasional events that come every year in Buddhist families.

My home is no exception, and in August, I would have gone home to my parents and prepared with my paternal grandparents.

But these days, I've also taken fewer trips to my parents' house, to the point where I'm taking them to the nearest mother's grave.

But then it is essential to only contact the father every year that it is bad for him.

Mainly maple......

It seems that it is also difficult for fathers and mothers to return from overseas this year, and I can draw attention to going only with my son and daughter.

I'll even visit the grave this year...... oh my god, it was about the arrow tip I started thinking about.

"I'm here... I can't believe it"

"Go home... or your house will be across the street"

What's "here"?

He threw chilling words at Shizukuishi, who said a line like a childhood tame had come from the countryside on a slightly reddish side.

Straw hat in a white piece.

Exactly a clear childhood style, but unfortunately the house is across the street, so it takes three seconds.

It's not touching or anything, it's a very normal day, but I realized when I saw the bouquet of flowers in her hand.

"Graveside?

"Yes, I have a face in your mother's home the other day, so I thought I'd come with you to the grave of your father's home because they said it would be a good year."

The house is directly across the street, and it's not a strange story otherwise because I'm being looked after by the same temple.

In fact, several times both families visited the grave on the same day, and then there was the flow of meals.

We start getting busy with each other, less frequently but for no reason to say no.

Unfortunately, since Maple needs it at school today, brothers. It will be later, but it is also bad to chase Shizuku back who has bothered to speak up.

I changed into proper clothes and then called Shizuku waiting in the living room to leave the house.

"It's the first time you and I have been alone."

"Mostly maple is a set... and you're a long way from home, too"

Explore routes that don't come out of the shade as much as possible while we talk.

In this hot weather, it becomes a war of attrition.

I mean, a moat kid like me is until he dries easily by the sun.

I can also nod why Shizukuishi is wearing a country-dyed straw hat.

Sure, there's resistance in visual terms, but it's the best measure.

Moreover, in her case, the level of appearance does not drop to the extent that she wears a straw hat.

Rather, it stands out by creating the image of a modest woman.

Now, all the different boys are dyeing their faces bright red in a different way, rather than summer sunshine with their clear appearance.

... You're a youth.

Is this a kind of Shizukuishi youth sabotage behavior?

Boys' high school dreams about summer vacations.

I mean, she's a creature who truly wants to make summer memories with her... he said.

Improvised negative statements, as usual, just aren't based on the actual experience, but they are.

It's close to torture for me to go out of my way to a high-profile place in the summer, and to be held for hours, but I guess a lot of people can still rush.

At noon on weekdays, the majority of people walking down the road are their husbands or summer students.

A group that crowds with men, and vice versa, with women.

And a solo player.

Occasionally, when I saw two or more men and women walking in pairs, or multiple people, I sometimes saw a man staring at them nearby.

"After all, there will be more students in this town during the summer vacation."

"... there's plenty of time."

There are slippery slopes in our gaze walking too close and too far apart.

If you climb this ramp in the east direction of the station, the temple grounds are spread out there.

The last difficulty, gently zeroing a sigh and moving forward, Shizuku follows.

"The house is across the street, the grave is next door, and childhood... is this a coincidence?

"Coincidence."

Unusual, I answer Shizukuishi, who told me to tease her, without putting her hair in.

Do you want me to say fate?

However, Shizuku smiled like a flower when he knew he would not give such an answer.

"But when you and I become a family, it will be the same grave... which one would you prefer?

……

A silent response.

Shizuku's finger grabs a little bit of my light blue shirt when he thinks he's been waving a nasty story about what to answer.

Just silent, as if holding hands, she walked without letting go of that cloth.

I could shake it off, but the words in her back of her brain stuck before turning her face in the direction she was in.

"Extraordinary. The competition we seek for ordinary boys."

That's what the chairman said in the pageant.

If Shizukuishi's behavior was driven from the Chairman's remarks, she has something too.

Even though it was easy to shake it off if you were yourself before, now your arms are as heavy as lead, blunting your behavior and judgment.

I know... this is guilt.

guilt for not being accompanied by her words and actions.

Because it's childhood friendly, it rides my mind heavier than any other person.

"Tombstone is... expensive"

"Are you making a new one?... Sounds like you."

It was just words that came out of the way.

Fortunately, for smiling at it, I feel the quiet air leaving.

Oh...... I really don't like this personality and myself.

He joined his hands toward the grave and told only his ancestors, who had never even met him, that he was well.

The reply naturally does not return, nor is it the idiosyncrasy of seeing ghosts.

So it was really just a few hours of silent prayer, but I still think it makes sense.

The point is, you seem to have feelings.

I took the liberty of interpreting that my ancestors were watching over me or that spending my days with positive ideas was what they wanted to live in the modern age.

Shizukuishi was similarly hand in hand in the next grave, but soon it also lined up in a passage across the graves of both houses.

"Shall we go home?"

That said, Shizuku moves on.

And through the edge of the site, right down the hill where it climbed, the place where the parking lot of this temple was located had no house, no walls, nothing to look under.

At the edge of my vision, I also saw Sakura no Hill School where we go.

Looking at elementary school, middle school, and around Maple Street Girls High, and seeing that their house was around there - I can't believe it - they muttered quietly next door.

"I hope you have a good second semester."

"... you're busy making a mistake"

Similar words were said to Kirasaka.

I didn't know why we both made similar remarks, but I returned the same reply to her.

"Recently, you've been dealing with people a lot, and I think it's a good trend."

"Parents."

No, is it the teacher's mistake?

But I unconsciously put a scratch on Shizuku, who is making a statement on the side watching him grow completely.

They said I should refrain from cheap scratches because they mislead the character...... I forgot who it is though.

"More people, more conversations... -"

The last words were undone by the sounds of the temple bells ringing.

All I could tell was the smug look on his face and what he grumbled about.

"Come on, let's go home!

The next moment, I changed my expression brightly so that nothing happened, and now I started walking unintentionally to follow Shizuku, who started walking by trying to hold me to my arm.

I couldn't tell her what the hell I was trying to say or what she refused to do to ask me back.

"More people, more conversations... and only your heart is leaving us, that's what I feel."