Nao and Nioh, who was skipping work, did not alarm the few people who were still discussing food pairings, and quietly left the simulated store of Group B for a year. The endless stalls of the Kaibara Festival were indeed a draw for the socially barren Nao, and Nioh had been thinking about how to skip work before Nao and his party arrived at Tachikai University - he would rather risk being melted and wandering in the sun than in a place full of sweet and greasy smells.

The early summer sun was already a little hot, but visitors from all over the playground didn't feel the heat at all. The market-like clusters of stalls are crowded with people, and some popular shops such as shaved ice stalls and takoyaki stalls even form long queues. Nao and Nioh shuttled through the various stalls, and the indifferent aura that had always surrounded the two of them was gradually diluted by the warm atmosphere.

"Is this really just a school school festival?" "Nao was a little surprised as she looked at the crowd, "There are almost as many tourists as the Okinawa Summer Festival." ”

"How's it going, isn't it?" Nioh looked at Nao, who couldn't hide his excitement but tried his best to hide his excitement on his face, and pulled up the braid at the back of his head and swept the corners of his mouth, "The Kaibara Festival is the proudest event of our Tatsumi University, and it is said that hundreds of people come from other prefectures and cities every year, plus students from junior high school, high school, and university, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a grand event of 10,000 people!"

"Worthy of your habitat, did you become one with Lihai so quickly, Werewolf-san?" Nao laughed, her narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, and the bold Okinawan aura emanated from her bright smile that showed a little bit of tooth tip, unconsciously infecting the silver-haired boy beside her.

"You're not wrong if you have to say that, Crack!" Nioh uttered a syllable of unknown meaning, casually throwing his pigtail behind his head and comparing to his side, "Then let me do my best to be a landlord and take you to feel the Kaihara Festival!"

Nao followed Nioh's fingers and saw that they were standing in front of a game booth at some point.

In the middle of this small booth is a two-person tall wheel, and the shelves next to the wheel are piled up with all kinds of gifts, and several people who look like elementary school students stand a few meters away and chirp excitedly, constantly gesturing with the plush toys on the shelves. At the reception of the booth sat a teenager with short purple hair, smiling gently at Nao, who had come back to his senses, and beside him was a half-human-tall billboard with the words "DART &BINGO" written on it.

"It's ......"

"'Dartandbingo', a dart shooter. Nioh said as he walked to the reception first, turning back and smiling at Nao, "It's very simple, do you want to compare it?"

"Do you want to compete?" Nao raised an eyebrow, "What's the comparison?"

"A dart is a bigger reward than whoever shoots it. But the loser—" Nioh's blue eyes rolled slightly, and he shook his finger at Nao, "You can't say 'no' to the winner's request for an hour. ”

"Even if I let you drink ten cups of hot chocolate?"

"Then it's up to you to see if you have what it takes!" Nioh glanced at her lazily, "but if you lose, the consequences won't be as simple as drinking chocolate." ”

"That's funny......" Nao took the bait in response to Nioh's provocation very irrationally, flicking her bright red ponytail and sneering, "It's better than that! I don't have the word 'lose' in Nao's dictionary yet!"

"Well, we'll see. ”

Nao pulled Nioh, who had a smiling face, and walked to the reception in a menacing manner. The young man at the reception seemed to have expected it, and before she could speak, he stood up and opened his mouth with a smile: "One person at a time, yes? It's 400 yen in total." ”

Nao and Nioh each placed the 200 yen coin on the table and picked up a dart from the box next to them. The young man in charge of the reception led the two of them to stand behind a yellow line in front of the booth, and nodded lightly to Nao and Nioh, who were smiling, and his gentle purple eyes seemed to flash a quick flash of laughter as they swept over the two.

"The rules are simple. Wait a minute, I'll turn the wheel, and you guys can just stand behind this line and shoot. There are many names of prizes written on the grid of the wheel, and you can get the corresponding prize by hitting whichever one. Of course, the smaller the grid, the bigger the prize. As he spoke, the boy walked to the wheel three meters away, and his clean voice reached their ears through the bustling crowd, "So, who will come first?"

"Ladies first. Nioh was the first to speak, making a "please" gesture and stepping aside.

"Okay, I'll do it first. ”

Nao glanced at Nioh, who had always had a smiling expression on his face, and moved his wrist without a trace, standing behind the yellow line facing the wheel. The young man next to the wheel nodded to her, and his thin arm climbed up to the edge of the wheel and pulled it down violently.

The two-tall wheel spun rapidly, and the small box with the name of the prize on it instantly became blurred. Nao took a deep breath and raised the dart in her hand at the wheel, her mind flashing back to the location of the biggest prize she had just secretly written down. People who don't regularly engage in recreational activities have an advantage when it comes to playing games – and that is the winning mindset of treating the game as a real winner. In particular, Nao, who values victory and defeat as important, is now in a state of concentration as if no one is in a state like a meditation before a karate practice.

"When the wheel spins at high speed, there is a considerable centrifugal force, and there is a 100% chance that the dart will bounce off when it is thrown during the rotation. But it would be against the rules to wait for the wheel to stop before shooting, so only when it slows down......" Nao's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the fingers holding the dart tightened, "It's now!"

- Boom!

The dart □ the surface of the plastic foam turntable, and even the middle of the dart sank in, making a small hole in the grid where the prize was written. The young man, who had already stepped aside, was stunned for a moment, and stepped forward to □ the dart, but he did not pull it, while Nioh was stunned for two seconds before laughing out loud. It's a cool scene, but it has a different weird feeling in Nioh's laughter.

"Hug, sorry......" Nao smiled at the boy with some embarrassment, and the roots of her ears were a little pink.

"Oh, what a surprise. Nioh finally stopped laughing, stepped forward and patted Nao's head very naturally, but his eyes drifted to the young man who finally pulled the dart off, "What should I do, Yukimura, this is considered destruction of public property, right?"

"This kind of accident can't be helped, please don't care. The boy smiled softly at Nao, and then changed his words, "But Nioh-kun, it seems that your difficulty needs to be increased a little, and she just shot the second prize." ”

"Ah, I really didn't expect it, it's amazing!" Nioh comfortingly patted Nao, who was still in self-loathing, and got a copy of "Resentment Will Kill Everything". He stood behind the yellow line playing with the dart in his hand, and winked at Yukimura, who had spun the roulette wheel again, "But the second prize, it's hard to do...... I can only promise that I won't lose to this Miss Detective, and I can't say for sure if I won!"

The last syllable was spat out, and Nioh's dart was thrown in an instant. I heard a "boom", and the bright red dart turned into a phantom and disappeared. The wheel was spinning at high speed, and there were no signs of darts on the nets around the wheel to prevent accidental injury. And after the wheel slows down and stops, Nao finds that the part of the hole she just ejaculated is completely gone, leaving only a finger-thick, transparent hole.

"Bingo!" Nioh lifted his fingertips and blew softly.

"Oh, did it penetrate?" Yukimura walked to the roulette wheel and picked up the red dart from the ground, seemingly satisfied, "It's not bad, I didn't win, but I didn't lose either." I didn't expect your dynamic vision and ability to control the game to be much better than I expected, congratulations. ”

"Congratulations, what?" asked Nao on the side, uncertainly.

"It's nothing, it's just a small test within the men's tennis department, to check whether the members of the department have the strength to enter the main selection candidate. Nioh shrugged, "As you can see, I've just gotten guò." ”

In addition to the dynamic vision and game control he just mentioned, there should also be self-restraint to put competitiveness behind the big picture, which should also be based on the level of tennis. A glimmer of light flashed in Nao's golden green eyes, and he gently gnawed the fingertips of his thumb and thought, "From small things, you can see a person's character and principle bottom line, your minister is indeed not simple. ”

"What, have you thought of a way to benefit the development of your karate club?" Nioh pulled up the back of his hair and swept it to his lips, snorting in the direction of Yukimura, "But he's also in the first grade like us, and he's not the head of the men's tennis club yet." ”

"Is that ......" Nao looked up at the slender purple-haired boy walking towards them, curling the corners of her mouth and smiling firmly, "It will definitely be in the future." ”

"yes, there's no one more like a minister than that guy. Nioh curled his lips in approval.

"Hehe, is this what you mean by yourself, Nioh?" Yukimura heard Nioh's last words, and a clean but slightly sharp smile spread across his face, and he handed over a small box in his hand, "-give, your prize." But two, how do you win or lose?"

"There are no wins or losses...... It's better that we both lost. Nao smiled at him, "After all, I broke the props in your stall, do you need our help to remake it?"

"That's not necessary, we still have a spare copy of this wheel, didn't I say, 'It's also something that can't be helped', isn't it?, but since I won—" Yukimura swept his eyes around the two of them, and his delicate countenances suddenly flashed with a prank-ready expression, only to revert to their original state in an instant, so fast that it was impossible to catch. He looked at Nioh, who was half a head taller than him, and his soft smile spread little by little, "The person who wins can ask the other party not to say 'NO' for an hour, right? Then Nioh, I remember there was a very nice booth in the gymnasium......

Ten minutes later, the two men stood in front of a booth that occupied a half of the stadium grounds, holding the loot, and looked at each other with some black lines. Standing tall in front of him is a poster that occupies all people's attention, depicting three images that seem to have traveled through time and space with heavy brushstrokes: the streets of Japan at night, London in the fog, and ancient Japan where demons are dancing—blood and corpses are intertwined, and white souls are floating among the tombstones. In the middle of the picture is written in a large word with red paint like blood - Death!

"That's what it is...... What did your future minister call a 'very nice' booth?"

"It seems...... Yes. ”