I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"If... just if oh..."

"One year, one year, another year... The rain on July [-] kept falling, and the Milky Way that hindered the two of them has been choppy..."

"Then, will the two of them still miss each other?"

"The sworn eternity will one day turn into dust in the torrent of years."

Along with his mother's voice, another person's gentle but cruel voice emerged.

"Anonymous will forget..."

"I will forget that there was once a person who accompanied Wuming to watch the fireworks of the Qixi Festival."

"After that, Wuming only needs to have enough to eat."

His shoulders trembled uncontrollably again, and the whimper was hard to restrain.

The beautiful woman watched her precious daughter's tears keep falling like broken pearls, wet her chest, and even wanted to bear it for Hoizumi in a panic.

"Mom won't talk about you next time, okay? Suoji has the idea of ​​Suiji, Makino's blacksmith's knife, and mother asks father to buy it for you."

The girl wanted to stop the tears.

No, I can't make my mother worry that much.

But... no matter how suppressed she was, her shoulders were always twitching, as if she couldn't breathe.

"No...it's fine." Wuming grabbed his mother's hand.

Some things...even time, she didn't want it to disappear with it.

Seeing her mother's worried look, she straightened the fox mask hanging on her head to block her tearful face.

"It's okay, mother." The girl's muffled voice came from behind the mask. The woman looked at the clear eyes behind the mask, and had the illusion that her daughter had suddenly grown up in an instant.

"I just thought of... I just thought of something very happy." He straightened the mask, Wuming covered his heart.

There, it was empty, as if something had been stolen.

"So I want to cry a little bit."

···

A fifteen-year-old girl, wearing a small white sleeve top and black ruffles, stood in the center of the kendo field.

"Offended." She saluted the uncle in front of her.

Then...

At the moment when the uncle raised the bamboo sword, Wuming waved the bamboo sword in his hand.

There is no special skill, just simple fast, simple strong, and powerful.

The famous local dojo owner flew out.

Wuming looked at the worried father and mother on the side of the dojo and lowered his head.

The girl agreed with them that if she had the ability to protect herself, she would be allowed to travel.

"Hey, Lao Youtian, shouldn't you be releasing water?" the man asked the familiar dojo master. "Let me tell you, if you let out water, you'll hurt Hosuke, you know?"

The master of the dojo held his waist, this little girl didn't do anything light or heavy, and this guy was still talking sarcastic words on the side.

"You can do it!" The dojo master exclaimed.

"I'll go up!" The man rolled up his sleeves. "I think that if I hadn't been thinking about reading and being more promising, the master of this Taoist temple might not necessarily be you."

"Offended." Wuming saluted his father.

The next second, the man also flew out.

"Then... I can go on a trip." The man and the beautiful woman who sat on the ground and didn't want to wake up looked at the nameless man who had grown up since the Tanabata Festival.

"Forget it... What Hozumi wants to do, just do it."

Wuming lowered his head and put his hand on the purple short sword that was suddenly exhaled.

"Thank you."

She lowered her head.

Sister...not a dream.

The power and the sword that suddenly appeared, all explained that.

Not a dream.

It is the elder sister who is a goddess, and she uses herself to exchange happiness for her.

But ah...

Does your sister know?

The future without my sister is not the future that Wuming wants.

The shame of touching fish three PIay [Daba Star Festival]

summer.