"Then let's say goodbye here." Sakurai Akira stopped and looked back.
Mako stood beside him, and four companions headed by Kenjiro stood opposite the two of them.
"Miss Eriki has confirmed that she has entered the Gate of Hell, and her safety will be left to you for the time being. Mako and I will join you as soon as possible."
Kenjiro nodded and joked: "Don't worry, with Miss's ability, the hunters inside can't hurt her at all. That is the most orthodox White King's blood."
"Don't be careless. Be careful of the certain clack sound that your Excellency mentioned." Akira Sakurai solemnly said, "Miss, there are fatal flaws in her body. Don't give the enemy a chance to sneak in."
Kenjiro Miyamoto smiled heartily and said: "As long as we can still move, we will never let that thing called Herzog get close to the lady!"
Akira Sakurai stood there holding an umbrella, watching Kenjiro and the other four disappear into the rain.
He looked up at the endless rain and sighed quietly.
Rain is the best channel between the real world and the Nibelungs. This continuous heavy rain has greatly shortened the distance between the Nibelungs hidden in the city's reflections and the real world.
If what you say is correct, if this heavy rain continues, combined with the promotion of certain people, the Food of the Night will completely coincide with the real world, and Tokyo will become the hunting ground of the ancient corpse guards.
"Let's go." Mako put away the umbrella. Her beautiful face and long hair were quickly wet by the rain, but it gave her a touch of softness in ink landscape paintings.
Without anyone else present, the girl stretched her body and began to unleash her wild nature unbridled.
In the eyes of the others, Miyamoto Mako is generally a girl with a gentle and virtuous personality, dignified and decent manners, and is a Japanese standard Yamato Nadeshiko type girl.
Even Miyamoto Kenjiro, who is Mako's cousin by blood, thinks so.
But only Sakurai Akira knows how "rebellious" this girl is in her heart, or how swaying and colorful she is.
Privately, Mako is a very "troublesome" girl.
Sakurai Akira even wanted to use the word unpredictable to describe her. He couldn't guess what Mako was thinking at certain times.
Sometimes she would stand in front of him, standing on tiptoes to compare the height difference between the two of them, and then she would smile and say, "Jun, you have grown taller recently. If you grow taller, I will look up to you. Do you like the feeling of being looked up to by a girl?"
Every time at this time, Akira Sakurai would stiffly lean back and turn his face sideways.
Because Mako's delicate little face was so close to Chi Chi, he could even feel the soft and moist fragrance of Mako's breath. He was so close that he could kiss the girl's moist lips just by lowering his head. This made him not used to being with girls.
Akira Sakurai was embarrassed by being too close.
Without waiting for Sakurai Akira to complain, Mako walked away alone, humming a song with her hands behind her back.
Sometimes Mako would sit quietly in the courtyard, looking at the end of the sky and the sea, motionless like a statue made by a master, with the drunken sunlight smeared by the dusk falling on her body.
Akira Sakurai stood in the shadow of the courtyard and gazed at the girl's figure. Her eyes reflected the vast swaths of magnificent and mysterious fire clouds at this time of year, but she felt an indescribable feeling of gloom and loneliness. Perhaps it was because the sun was about to set and the sun was about to set.
Or this girl with a sensitive and colorful heart has long been accustomed to looking at a future that does not belong to them during those years in the mountains.
Seeing the girl showing such a fragile side, Akira Sakurai would somehow step out of the shadows.
The sound of footsteps startled Mako who was sitting there. After seeing it was him, his eyes as calm as an ice lake narrowed.
She tilted her head and blinked her beautiful eyes, and in an instant she walked out of the Qingwan and sad scroll, changing from the person in the painting who could only be seen from a distance to the person in front of her.
This cat-like movement is enough to make any man who looks at her feel weak.
And those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling seemed to be asking Mingjun what do you want to do secretly?
Hell, even if he really wanted to do something secretly, he couldn't do anything under the gaze of those bright and smart eyes.
Sometimes he feels that Mako is a mysterious girl like a cat.
You can never guess what the cat is thinking. Maybe one second she was obediently being caressed by you, and the next second she will suddenly jump off the sofa and disappear from your eyes in the blink of an eye.
If you can guess, then you must be raising big oranges.
Sakurai Akira once asked Mako, did you have any friends during those years in Dashan?
Everyone in that school has their own friends, which are often the beliefs that support their survival. For Sakurai Akira, the square sky that will always remain unchanged, and Teacher Nami who is gentle to him, It's the reason why he lives.
"The Sword Comes"
But Mako didn't answer him.
She just slightly bent her legs, hugged her knees with her hands, and gently knocked her chin on her arms. Her clear eyes seemed to be looking into the distance forever.
Sakurai Akira seemed to understand something at this time. Although Mako didn't say anything, he still understood the distance the girl was looking at.
Those were all the beautiful things that were always out of reach for them.
During those years, this girl with a delicate and sensitive heart, but also a colorful heart, had been sitting quietly in a corner, looking into the distance at a world that did not belong to them.
After a moment of drowsiness, Sakurai Akira came back to his senses.
Mako in front was humming a song, stepping on the water under her feet. She was obviously soaked by the rain, but a bright smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
He sighed, caught up with her in two steps, and held up an umbrella for her: "Stop playing. Do I have to take you to the hospital if you get soaked?"
It was half-dark in Tokyo on a rainy night, and the buildings not far away were outlined in the rain curtain like traces of a few ink lines.
Mako clasped his hands behind his back and hummed softly in a nasal voice. He neither refused nor ignored him, but just walked forward along the street.
Sakurai Akira held an umbrella and followed her footsteps, thinking that this was a practice for becoming Mako's bodyguard in the future.
The adults said that when everything is over, they will arrange for Mako to become an artist. As for himself...
Sakurai Akira felt a little helpless as he thought about the worthless manuscript criticized by Editor Sawa.
I feel like instead of being a street-fighting author, I might as well be a bodyguard for Mako.
"Mingjun." Mako suddenly stopped, and Sakurai Akira, who was distracted, almost bumped into her back. The girl turned back and said with a sweet smile, "I seem to have fallen in love with this city."
Sakurai Akira was stunned, he had never seen Mako smile so flawlessly.
She's not kidding.
"So, I must protect this city." Mako seemed to be saying to himself, "When everything is over, I will ask you to help me buy a house of my own in Tokyo."
"Do you want to come along?"
She turned around and smiled, her figure beautifully outlined by the wind, rain and street lights.
Akira Sakurai was stunned. He suddenly found that Tokyo, which was raining continuously at this moment, was unreal, and the air was filled with a tumultuous atmosphere.
"Don't get me wrong, I asked you to be my bodyguard." Zhenzi suddenly smiled like a little fox and said with a smile, "Mingjun, you should be more than enough to protect a weak and fragile woman like me, right?"
Sakurai Ming nodded dumbly.
This chapter has been completed!