In the afternoon, Shiratori Kyoko and Izumi Toru walked to the club building together.
After chatting along the way, when he learned that the club Shiratori Kyoko joined was the painting club, Izumi Toru shouted in surprise:
"Painting department?"
"What's wrong?" Shiratori Kyoko asked.
Mei's reward is kendo talent, and Shiratori Kyoko's reward is painting talent. So, there is a high probability that the reward will be her own talent.
Thinking of this, he said seriously: "Shiratori-kun, you will definitely become a great painter in the future."
Seeing Izumi Teru's serious compliments, Shiratori Kyoko thought of the extremely abstract "Izumi Tetsu Sketch" she drew and couldn't help but laugh.
"Puff! What's so awesome...really...huhu..."
The girl laughed so hard that her branches trembled. Izumi Toru didn't explain, but pointed to the painting department classroom not far away and said: "We're here."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
She waved her hand and walked into the classroom.
"See you tomorrow."
Not long after Kyoko Shiratori entered the painting department, she quickly ran out and shouted to Izumi Toru who was about to go upstairs:
"Izumi-san!"
"What's up?"
"If I become a great painter, how about letting me draw a sketch?"
"my pleasure."
Looking at the girl's bright smile, Izumi Toru thought to himself: He has an A-level talent in painting. I wonder how high he can reach?
Also, what is the use of Kagura dance?
With doubts that he was not so eager to uncover, he came to the Shucha Study Club.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"Please come in."
Haven't you practiced calligraphy?
After muttering something silently in his mind, Izumi Toru opened the door.
"Good afternoon, Izumi-kun."
Today Jinguji Kiyohime wore a white kimono with a cherry blossom pattern.
I heard it was difficult to put on. How did she do it?
Besides, you have to change a set of clothes every day, aren’t you tired?
"Izumi-kun?"
"Sorry, I was fascinated by it for a while."
"So, how?"
The girl opened her arms and slowly turned around in front of him.
The pink cherry blossom pattern on the white kimono danced in front of his eyes, and the obi knot behind him was like a butterfly that suddenly flew into the canopy of the cherry blossom tree, disappearing at a startling glance.
The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at him quietly.
Her brilliance seemed to shine dimly into the shadows of the spacious classroom.
There are open books and cut flower branches on the table, and the flower arrangement in the center is showing an enchanting posture at the moment.
Izumi Toru pointed to the cut flower branch and said, "Where did it come from?"
"Folded in the garden."
Jinguji Kiyohime's matter-of-fact tone made Izumi Tooru seem a little stunned.
"What?" The girl tilted her head, "When the flowers are ready to be folded, they must be folded. Did I do something wrong?"
Seeing the slight downward curve of the girl's mouth, Izumi Toru answered her original question.
"Far more beautiful than when it was in the garden."
Jinguji Kiyohime then covered her mouth and laughed softly.
The ethereal and clear sound is like the chirping of a lark coming from the depths of the valley. It is refreshing but not clear at the same time, giving the spirit a kind of trance-like tranquility.
"Would you like some tea?"
Izumi Tetsu's heart tightened, and he quickly began to clean up the cut flower branches on the table.
"You're talking about black tea, right?"
"It's matcha." (Bitter tea)
"black tea!"
"It's matcha."
The girl repeated it again, her tone unchanged.
As a result, Izumi Toru sighed heavily and stopped packing his hands.
"bring it on!"
In the heroic voice, there was quite a feeling of just dying.
Seeing how weak he suddenly looked, Jinguji Kiyohime hummed happily in her heart, and then said:
"That's all, considering how hard it was for Izumi-kun to work late at night for the club yesterday, I'll just study calligraphy today."
"Really?" Izumi Toru's voice immediately became louder.
The girl took the flower branch from his hand, threw it into the garbage bag, and then took the flower arrangement to the desk under the window.
The green silk fluttering on the butterfly swayed with her steps.
After washing his hands, he took the plain white towel handed by the girl and wiped his hands. Izumi Toru stood in front of the desk and asked: "What are you writing today?"
Jinguji Kiyohime frowned slightly, thought for a while, and then said: "Why don't you describe my beauty?"
Izumi Toru put down the brush in his hand.
"Feel sorry."
"Um?"
"What an incomplete container like words can hold can only be incomplete ideas. In other words, I can't describe them."
It was unclear whether it was a lie or the truth, but the girl didn't care. She just picked up the brush and handed it to him.
"Even if it's incomplete, you can still get a glimpse of it, right? Or just write something casually."
"Then it's exceeded."
Writing, Izumi Toru wrote a sentence using Jinguji Kiyohime's best regular script:
[Looking back, I only see the moon tilting to the west]
After writing this sentence, Izumi Toru stopped writing, turned his head and asked: "Are you satisfied?"
Jinguji Kiyohime looked at it with bright eyes for a while, then carefully put away the written words, and then said: "Not satisfied."
If you’re not satisfied, throw it away!
Izumi Tetsu muttered in his heart.
“Not satisfied with the words, or the content?”
"It's too reserved."
"It's because it's subtle that it's beautiful."
This excuse made the girl's lips curl up.
Her slightly bulging cheeks were facing Izumi Tetsu, and she didn't say anything, just stared at him.
Soon, under the girl's "I'm angry" look, Izumi Toru was defeated.
After thinking for a while, he wrote again.
【But I hope the wind and rain will come】
After writing only half of it, he felt as if he was empty and could no longer write.
Putting down the pen, he walked to the window, took a deep breath, stretched his limbs, and began to stare at the scenery in a daze.
After a while, Jinguji Kiyohime walked up to him and asked, "What about the last sentence?"
"I can't write, I'm tired."
"Don't want to write?" the girl asked again.
After a moment of silence, Izumi Toru chuckled.
"Who knows."
"I can keep you here," she read out the unfinished words, and stretched her arms out of the window. The spacious sleeves of her kimono swayed slightly, and her green fingers felt the gentle spring breeze. "The wind is coming. Wait until it rains."
When you come, who do you want to keep most?"
"...who knows..."
The murmur made her look sideways, but the boy had already turned around and returned to the sofa.
The girl followed and walked back.
"Teacher Shiraishi sent me the manuscript, do you want me to revise it?"
Izumi Toru, who was leaning on the sofa and squinting his eyes slightly, waved his hand, "It has been submitted. What are you doing to modify it?"
"Maybe I can't stand two thousand words..." Jinguji Kiyohime said with a smile.
"ha?"
"Get up, or you won't be able to enjoy afternoon tea tomorrow."
Forced by the threat, Izumi Toru had no choice but to sit upright.
He smelled a faint floral fragrance from the girl who was half a body away.
And this smell was almost inaudible when the Shucha Study Club was first established.
At that time, the distance between the two was longer.
It's enough to seat one more person and still be rich.