Tokiwadai students usually don't wait for anyone.

This is not a word that implies something else, it is literal. Tokiwadai students rarely wait for others. This is true from every point of view.

This group of ladies never stops, and the only way to catch up with them is to run faster than them - this is an angle.

And the other explanation of this sentence is that they are never late for no reason, and they never have the habit of waiting for someone who is late. If you have an appointment with them and are late for no reason, you will never see them again at the meeting place.

This group of ladies attaches great importance to the agreement.

So, it's very strange.

"Is it time?"

Mikoto Misaka, who knows Tokiwadai very well, asked such a thing.

"Probably...... It's here. ”

Because he changed into a yukata and didn't carry a timekeeping set, Saten, who only roughly judged by the time he felt it, couldn't say for sure.

"Exceeded, less than 5 minutes."

Immediately, someone gave a definite answer.

Looking to the side, Harugami, who had been a little dazed, was recording something on his phone. It was for this reason that she was able to confirm the time immediately.

After a short period of contact, Hatsuharu discovers a habit of the new roommate. She seems to have a tendency to keep track of what happens, and in her own words, she doesn't have a good memory. If you don't write it down as soon as you still have a memory, it's easy to forget something.

Maybe that's true, but to this extent, it more or less makes people feel obsessive-compulsive.

"It's only been a little time, but that's Haiyuan-san, and this situation is really uncommon."

"Indeed, this is something that has never happened before."

"Could it be something?"

Harugami interjected.

"But there was no call."

"Sister, isn't Kaihara-san's mobile phone broken?"

"Ah, that's just as well."

Mai Trin replied casually, and then—

“…… Huh? ”

Harugami, who was holding his mobile phone, made a strange sound unnoticed. Maybe it's because Harukami is a little stunned in her normal state, and no one pays too much attention to her.

However, something really happened that no one knew about except Harukami himself.

Obviously, they were talking about their friends, but when they heard it in the spring, they didn't seem to be remembered.

More precisely, she did hear what they said and could remember. However, it did not become a memory.

It's like looking at a story depicted in a novel, and even if you know what it's about, it's just a record that is engraved in your head, and it doesn't really become a memory that can be connected to what you know.

(Huh?) Why is that? It's weird. ）

Even if she kept tapping her little head with her fingers, it didn't help.

Strange things, except for the words just discussed, there seems to be nothing wrong with anything else.

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The sound of a car came from the side of the road at the edge of the riverbank, and Harukami, who felt that he was disturbed, responded softly to what he saw in a dull voice.

Heading here is an old-fashioned motorhome that looks quite luxurious.

"Oh, are you coming?"

Shirai, who has already guessed a little, said.

Although he also guessed so, Harukami's always stunned gaze became uncertain.

Similar to the senses when hearing a conversation before, this time when the visual signal is transformed into a memory in the brain, there are also some problems.

When they looked directly at the luxury car that was heading towards them, Harukami saw not the complete body, but the fragmented footage of snowflakes like the signal interference of an old-fashioned television. I closed my eyes hard, but when I opened them again, they returned to normal.

So it's not what you see, it's not what you're seeing, it's — the brain is finally starting to break down, right?

How much time do you have and what will become of you? It's unbelievable that even when I try to think about this for a moment, it's like I'm thinking about something that has nothing to do with me.

The luxury car came to a rather low-key and smooth stop on the side of the road, and from the side of the passenger seat, a gentleman who was clearly not an Oriental, stepped down and opened the door of the back seat in a butler-like manner. A young girl pushed the car door open with a gentle motion and stepped out.

- It's familiar, it's beautiful.

It's boring and clichéd, but it's hard to describe more. Because what appeared in front of them now was originally such a girl.

Because it is familiar, in principle, it should also be more or less habitual. It's true that the emotion that was amazing at first sight has gradually faded, but even so, every time I remind myself to pay attention to her, it is still like a dream. Perhaps in that sense, that's what makes her extraordinary.

Take off the usual school uniform and change into a pure white yukata, which reflects the fair skin and gives people an ethereal look. The two-colored eyes shone with a moving light, and the thin cherry lips pursed lightly, with a hint of apology.

Harukami's eyes narrowed, his fingers still typing on his phone.

For her, this kind of dome was not in those previous understandings, but it was taken for granted that she should be like this.

"Sorry for being a little late."

Dome bowed softly.

"Oh, it's not a loss, it's Haiyuan-senpai, it's really like a real eldest lady!"

Although she thought of a lot of words to express her apologies, Hatsuharu made this kind of speech with her eyes lit up before she apologized, as if she was shooting directly at the target next door in a shooting competition.

"No, I don't want to be too noticeable, but Mother ......"

To put it bluntly, it is the mother's prank that wastes too much time. But in the middle of speaking, she stopped.

She curled her hair with her fingers, pondering the wording. It's true that most of the time, my mother is the type of gentle housekeeper, but I don't know why, it seems that at night, her mood will rise vigorously, and many times it will be troublesome. Obviously, this kind of thing is definitely not something that I, as a daughter, can say in front of outsiders.

"It's not so much about this," Mikoto looked behind her, "didn't Mitsuki Umihara come along?" ”

"Misaka-san, at least don't call your brother by name like this, right?"

In this regard, Qiong Nai could only shake his head and smile bitterly. I don't know why.,It's obviously relatively familiar.,The relationship can be said to be not bad.,But Mikoto always uses this kind of word as if she's talking about a third party or even a fourth or fifth party regardless of the occasion (even in person) to call her brother.。 She remembered that her brother had always been a little complaining about it.

"However, it is a bit surprising that the two of you didn't come together."

Shirai nodded.

In fact, in the understanding of Tokiwadai students, the Kaihara siblings often hang out together during breaks and outings - you can see what the situation of the two siblings is in the eyes of Tokiwadai students.

"That's because ......"

The index fingers of both hands touched and rubbed together, and they were a little stumbling when they spoke. Compared to the topic about her mother just now, this topic related to her brother was even more difficult for Dome to talk about.

Because I was beaten in the eye because I was fighting with someone, it was inconvenient to go out - how could this kind of truth be told!

"The young master is embarrassed to go out because he lost a fight with someone, and his face is bruised."

"Mr. Ray, Mr. Reeber??!!"

"What's wrong? Miss. ”

"Why、Why do you want to say it?!"

"Because Madame seems to like to see the young master's reaction when he is embarrassed, so create such an atmosphere. I think Madame will be very happy if she does that. ”

"Don't accommodate your mother in this kind of thing!"

Well, how to put it.

Originally, there would be no controversy about being a "beautiful girl". After such a peculiar interaction, the impression of "cute girl" seems to have the upper hand again.

Of course, it's not something that is too much to worry about. It's just that Mikoto and Shirai's expressions were more or less strange when they heard the news.

That Mitsuki Umihara fights with people? Still lost?

Well, it's true that it's not uncommon for boys to fight. And in the case of Mitsuki Umihara, there is no doubt that he must be a person who is very good at fighting.

However, Mitsuki Umihara has never had a conflict with people for no reason. Even Shirai, who has a little verbal conflict with Mitsuki Umihara, admits that he is a very personable teenager. Even Mikoto and Shirai, who had witnessed him fighting others during this time, knew this very well.

And the most incredible thing is, he lost?

Excluding the influence of ability, it is hard to imagine that someone can be better than him in terms of pure fighting. If you add the consideration of ability, I am afraid that it is even more rare to be able to beat him.

"What's wrong with Brother Guanggui?"

There was a small sound of footsteps, and Harugami walked up.

"Like I said earlier, I lost a fight with someone."

"Really?"

"It's true."

I don't know why I was staring at Mr. Reber, who was staring at Mr. Reber, and Mr. Reber, who was just talking back. Between such a short word and an answer, the atmosphere is a little inconsistent.

Even the Dome was a little confused by this sudden situation.

Mr. Reber smiled lightly, and suddenly said:

"Miss Harukami, I don't know if you have noticed that it is easy for a girl to ask a boy of a similar age in this way."

So, Harukami froze.

No, no, no, what the hell is this? What kind of words did you say?

I always feel as if even my limbs are starting to stiffen.

A brief silence flowed between the elderly gentleman and Harugami, who seemed a little young even as a girl.

Mr. Reber moved his lips very quietly, slowly.

There was no sound, and he wasn't even talking at all.

However, Harugami seemed to hear a word.

A word of greeting.

Then, she "woke up".

Of course, she never fell asleep. It's just that I can't remember some things, and I don't have a real sense of some things. It feels like a paragraph has been skipped.

It's like what the gentleman said to her. When she "woke up", the luxurious bridge car had already gone along the road from which she came. So, she wasn't even sure if she had actually heard something.

Memories are like a mirror across the timeline, and when you want to look deeper, you see your own face.

It was obviously the height of summer, but the body shivered slightly. I opened my mouth slightly, and I had some thoughts that I wanted to confirm.

"Wow......"

However, he was on a regular day, and he made a deflated voice.

In the deepest part of oneself, it is very obvious that there is a consciousness that wants to stop oneself from pursuing any further.

I lowered my head and wanted to put back the phone in my hand as a memo for a while. But at that moment, I saw something completely unexpected.

It was on an electronic note, entered by myself, and that part of the fragment that I couldn't remember-

"Greetings: From the night, to the highest mystery."

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