Under the gray sky, the drizzle continued.

Clogs clattered against the ground, and three figures walked across the damp bluestone path, holding their own red paper umbrellas, towards the cemetery in the distance.

The appearance of these three people immediately attracted the attention of all the people who came to the cemetery to pay their respects.

They turned to look at the three figures and discussed in whispers.

In this solemn cemetery full of black suits,

These three people, dressed in black and red, blue gray, yellow and white floral bathrobes, walked side by side with red umbrellas, and behind their backs, there was also the lOgO of the Black Sycamore Club, and two lines of large characters were written in white markers underneath:

- Welcome to the Black Sycamore Club!

——From tomorrow, all drinks will be 95% off!

The white marker had faded to the letter, and the contact number and club address below were completely illegible, but even if they had seen it and found it, all that was left was a barren ruin.

The Black Sycamore Club is destined to exist only in the past, because the man who supported this store has left forever.

The three figures walked through the public cemetery, along the scattered cherry blossom path, all the way inside, this cemetery is divided into two circles, the outer circle is the public cemetery, and the inner circle is the private cemetery that has been enclosed.

The furnishings and environment of the private cemetery are obviously much better than those outside.

All three stopped at the same time.

In the private cemetery in the distance, one after another figures wearing cherry blossom kimonos on a black background are surrounding the outer circle of the cemetery, with their heads bowed, as if they are mourning something.

All of these are members of the Wind Festival.

In the heart of the private cemetery, in front of the grand and solemn tombstone, a white-haired boy and a black-haired girl stand side by side.

The girl was two heads shorter than the boy, and she looked extraordinarily petite, she was wearing a solemn black kimono, her hair was pulled up with a cherry blossom hairpin, and her young and weak face was full of tears.

She clutched an open envelope in her hand, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Daddy......" Yuzurina pursed her lips, her eyes red, she squatted down and gently stroked the cold tombstone, "I haven't let you and my brother have a good life...... Why are you leaving......"

Yuzurina squatted on the ground, crying silently.

This cemetery was contracted by her with the wealth and status of the Wind Shrine family, and few people in the whole of Japan can enjoy this kind of treatment...... But at this moment, there is only endless sadness in her heart.

She is the head of this wind festival family, just so that she can live a worry-free life with Yuzu Kurotsu and Yuzu Takibai, her father no longer needs to run around for a living, and her younger brother can go to school happily like normal peers......

She has everything now, and she can give her father and brother all the life they want.

But now, all this can only be exchanged for a tombstone and a spacious cemetery.

It wasn't what she wanted.

"Sister......

Yuzuri Takibai looked at Yuzuri Na, who was curled up in a ball, opened her mouth, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, it's me who is useless, I couldn't save my father......"

Yuzurina wiped away her tears and shook her head, her messy sideburns swaying gently with her movements.

She stood up, looked at the boy who was much taller than her, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her hand as if to touch his head, but at most it could reach his chin.

Yuzu Pear Takibai was stunned for a moment and slowly squatted down.

Yuzuri's little hand gently stroked Yuzuri's white hair, and a smile appeared on her tear-stained face:

"It's not Takibai's fault, Takibai, you've done a good job...... Dad must be very happy that you can stand here in good health. ”

"But......" Yuzuri Takibai still wanted to say something.

"Dad has been working hard for us for many, many years, and now he's just tired, and he's just missing Mom." Yuzurina turned her head to look at the tombstone, "We can't be so selfish as to leave Daddy with us...... After all, we've grown up, haven't we? ”

Yuzu Takibai was silent for a long time, and nodded heavily.

"Takihaku."

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Dad is gone, in the future, my sister will take care of you instead of Dad." Yuzu Rina looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "Don't look at my sister who is so much shorter than you, my sister is also very powerful~"

Yuzu Takibai looked at Yuzuri's smile in a daze, and for some reason, an inexplicable warmth surged into his heart......

Perhaps, this is what my father said...... Family affection.

"Hmm." Yuzu Takibai smiled slightly, "I believe in my sister." ”

While the two were talking, the three figures in floral yukata had already passed through the people of the Wind Festival family and came to this tombstone.

"Brother Qiye, Brother Amamiya, Brother Xiaojin." Yuzurina was slightly stunned when she saw them, she immediately wiped all the tears on her face, stood in front of the tombstone, and bowed respectfully to the three of them, "Have you come to see your father?" ”

Yuzuri Takibai didn't understand etiquette, but he still bowed with Yuzuri.

"Hmm." Amamiya Haruki put away his umbrella and nodded, "Let's send Uncle Kyosuke too." ”

Lin Qiye looked at Yuri Nai worriedly, "Are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine." Yuzurina shook her head, "Brother Nanaya, you don't have to worry about me, I'm already an adult." ”

Lin Qiye stared at her for a long time and snorted.

Xiao Jin squatted down and gently stroked the tombstone with his hand, his eyes showing a deep sadness.

Although he is only the sword soul of [Misty Pupil], he has been by the side of Yuzu Heizhe for a long time, and Yuzu Heizhe has never just treated him as a knife soul, even in the Black Sycamore Club, Yuzu Heizhe also arranged a separate room for him to rest, paid him, and cooked for him......

In the eyes of Yuzu Heizhe, Xiaojin is more like a junior.

Many times, it is not him, the sword soul, who is protecting the sword master, but Yuzuri Kurozhe who is protecting him.

Therefore, today, no matter what, he has to take the attitude of "human" to finally send Yuzu Heizhe a ride......

The three of them paid respects at the tomb of Yuzuri Heizhe for a long time, and when they left the cemetery, it was a little dark.

Lin Qiye and Amamiya Qinghui walked side by side on the road.

Xiao Jin had already returned to the [Misty Pupil] and was held in Lin Qiye's hand.

Before he passed away, Yuzu Heizhe personally put the [Misty Pupil] next to Yuzuri Takibai's bed, but in the letter, Yuzu Heizhe specially instructed that this knife was given to Lin Qiye.

This was the agreement he had with Lin Qiye before.

After a long time, Lin Qiye and Amamiya Qinghui walked to the door of the club.

"It's time for me to leave." Lin Qiye spoke slowly.