This year's school festival is very lively.,But the inside of the student union is just the opposite of the elation of the outside world.,All of them are sad and worried.。

Because their chairman mysteriously disappeared.

"He didn't answer the phone." Natsu Morikawa bit her lower lip and explained to the group of officers.

Looking at everyone's anxious looks, although she was also a little impatient at this time, she still deliberately calmed down, and pretended to be calm and said: "Isn't it possible that if the trace department is not there, you can't do anything?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone shook their heads, and then went their own way. Looking at the activities that were gradually getting on track, Morikawa Natsu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and stared down at the phone that had been a busy tone, a little distracted.

Just now, an official secretly told her that it was very likely that the Ministry had gone to the old school building......

And at this moment, in the traces of the old school building, it is in an unprecedented predicament.

The black mist turned into a physical entity at this moment, and although his appearance had changed, it was generally clear that it was the boy he had just remembered and met on the street tennis court.

In his heart, he had even been included in the range of friends.

However, this old friend, who has not been heard from for many years and suddenly appeared, is squeezing the neck of the trace with his "hand" at this time.

The power of the demon moment is the strongest, and the trace part does not touch the seven nights, and you can see the Onmora ghost in front of you.

He couldn't help but think of what his mother had said to him some time ago.

"Keigo, it's not your fault, it's just a trick of fate." At that time, Mrs. Jibe lowered her eyes and said sadly.

If it weren't for him, maybe things wouldn't have developed into such a tragic situation as they are now, and maybe the boy in front of him wouldn't have confronted him in this form.

A good start doesn't necessarily lead to a good outcome. However, bad starts, often worse results.

He was just on the middle link, inadvertently fueling the flames, guiding the already crumbling sailboat to completely sink into the merciless sea of fate.

Although he felt unprecedented sadness and guilt in his heart, he didn't want to sit still, and let the Yin Mora ghost in front of him suffocate him, but his whole body was like being cast a powerful immobilization spell, and he couldn't move.

"Smack".

As his consciousness approached blurring, only a loud sound was heard, followed by the strength of his neck gradually disappearing.

"How dare you hit me?" The "ghost" in front of him cried out in pain.

Nanaya pulled the trace behind him, looking at the strange species covering his face in front of him, the corners of his mouth hooked up a slight arc.

Not only does she dare to hit you, but she also dares to hit you in the face.

I was bumped into by a ghost just now, and then I was restrained to the old school building, and when I reached the staircase, I punched the ghost in the face.

Nanaya has learned karate and judo since she was a child, and in the course of years of study, she has also summed up a set of women's self-defense techniques, which should have been used to deal with the infestation of bad people, but now for her, dealing with the entanglement of ghosts is more crucial.

There is no definite method for women's self-defense, there is no martial arts framework, there is no fighting constraint, and they are free to play to achieve their goals. Originally, the fatal blow was supposed to be a slam to the crotch. However, considering that the special species is completely different from humans, she has to settle for the next best thing and slap her face instead.

The so-called face-breaking fist, although the moves are simple, are extremely practical.

In fact, the reason why Seven Nights dared to do whatever she wanted was because she was carrying the bag handed to her by the shrine witch in her bag, and the contents could solve her urgent needs.

"It's not doing you any good to yourself by doing it now." Nanaya sighed.

She had heard a saying from some sources that the soul of a person is colorless after death, but often when he arrives in Lethe, each soul will take on a different color. It is mainly decided based on what it has done in this life.

It is said that no one is colorless and transparent, and it is common sense that no one is naturally harmless. In this life, people will always do big and small wrong things, and their souls will be slowly dyed black, and as the sins become heavier, the blackness will become thicker.

"He's made it hard for me all these years, and I'm not going to make it easy for him."

With a roar, a row of bookshelves slowly fell down with a loud bang.

Kibe and Nanaya nimbly dodged the toppled bookshelves, shuttling between them, constantly dodging large and small books flying in from all directions.

Nanaya sighed helplessly, then took out the last thing she wanted to use, and when the Onmora Oni found them and approached again, she threw them over and said a few words silently.

Then the world went quiet.

She gasped and pulled away from it, wondering what to do next.

Sure enough, as she expected, if the other party was conquered and stopped by her few words, then it really insulted the word "resentful spirit".

So she used the immobilization charm that the shrinemaiden had given her.

But should I run away now?

Even if you barely escape, then what?

"I met him on the street tennis courts." They leaned against a small bookshelf when they suddenly spoke.

Seven Nights didn't interrupt him, just quietly listened to the story he told.

Friendships between boys tend to be rapid. has the same hobbies, and is very good in this field, even if it is the eldest young master, he will quickly double his good impression of the other party.

The little boy's mind is even simpler, it has nothing to do with interests, nothing to do with conditions, and it doesn't take much reason to sympathize with each other.

The boy said that his name was Hino Nen. He was always very bright when he smiled, not one of those pretended to be reserved little adults at the banquet, nor was he contaminated with any purpose, but simply happy to meet him.

Despite only seeing each other for a short afternoon a week, they are happy on the tennis court.

From an early age, the trace department knew that while enjoying good treatment, there was also a corresponding price.

For example, while other children were happily rolling on the lawn, he could only practice the piano over and over again in the house.

Fortunately, he is born with a good understanding, he learns everything very quickly, and he can do those things very well. Compared with many families who are strict with their children, in fact, their family is very lenient with him, at least what he learns, and what he insists on learning in the end, is what he is interested in.

He likes classical music, and he hired the best piano teacher at home. He loves tennis, so the best tennis coaches come to do his sparring.

In tennis, he struggled on the court from the beginning, and then he was at ease, smiling at his opponent's struggles with grace. However, just as he was about to reach the top, a peer appeared and made him realize that he was not omnipotent.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. Even on this tiny street tennis court, there is a crouching tiger.

The man who had not received professional training, with his talent, interest and hard work, also reached a height that he could not surpass for the time being.

Wouldn't it be even more radiant if he had been professionally trained?

However, the trace department is well aware of the gap between the two.

Hino attended a public school not far from the street tennis courts.

In the UK, elite education is promoted, and it is difficult for children from public schools to get into university, and they often end up in cheap labor.

The trace is to study at the KingPrimaryschool, which is a private aristocratic school. Nowadays, there are very few nobles, and this aristocracy refers to the "expensive family", and if you want to go to school, "talent" and "wealth" are indispensable.

The average family cannot afford this expensive fee, and only the children of the wealthy can get in. And the children in it will almost always stand high at the top of society when they grow up, and the cycle goes on like this.

Although they never talked about similar topics when they met, they knew how to read words and colors since they were young, and they would not let go of any small details.

He saw that Hino was always wearing frayed sneakers, a faded tennis racket, and a cheap sports shirt...... From countless details, it can be seen that the other party's family is not very good.

"Hino, do you like tennis?" One day, after the two of them finished fighting, Jibu looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and suddenly asked out loud.

"Nonsense," Hino laughed, "If I can do tennis-related work in the future, it will be a happy death!" ”

Looking at the other party's bright smile, Jibu secretly made up his mind to do something to help him.

In this world, not all gold can shine, and it is very likely that it will sink to the bottom of the sea with the flow of time. It often takes a good time to unearth it.

Maybe Hino will be discovered by the tennis coach in the future, but Kibe wants their meeting to be an opportunity for each other.

For him, it's just a gesture, but maybe it can change the other person's life.

It wasn't a charity, he just didn't want to see the gold buried.

But just after he instructed the housekeeper to do something, Hino disappeared from his life completely.

"So this is the first time you've seen each other in years?" Qiye couldn't help but interject when he heard this.

Tracebe nodded.

After that, it was as if the boy on the street tennis court was just a phantom, maybe the other party was just a rare touch of color in his life, a trapped beast called dream hidden in his heart.

He lived so freely that he could say it out loud – he wanted to dream of tennis.

But he couldn't.

"In that case, I came up with a solution." Nanaya exhaled, and was about to continue to explain to the traces that were looking at her in doubt, when a low roar suddenly came from not far away.

It looks like the spell is dead.

Nanaya looked at the strange species that roared towards them, and set off a huge wave of air currents that ruffled her hair.

As the black mist filled her surroundings and the tentacles were about to reach her neck, she spoke slowly.

"Would you like to play another tennis game with Kibe-kun?"