The rain pitter-pattered.
Ti flowed into Tokyo Bay along with the rain on the ground, and the calendar turned to the end of June.
The rainy season hadn’t officially ended, yet the sky was already a bright blue. The sun of midsumr was roasting the earth. The lush green trees on the roadside once again cast thick shadows on the sidewalk after more than a month.
"I’m off to school."
"Be careful on the road, and rember to take out the trash."
"Okay."
"Hey, hey..."
Yukino Ritsuko chased after him out of the store, looking at the distant figure: "Mr. Fujiwara, you forgot your lunch again—"
Fujiwara Reya kept walking.
He fled as fast as possible.
Lunchbox?
What a joke!
He’d rather eat the cafeteria’s pork cutlet than have another bite of the love-filled lunch made by that dumb woman.
Taking the train back to school, he looked up at the sky in front of Shibuya Station, an endless expanse of blue sky and transparent light. It was hard to rember that the end of June to early July was a ti of waning rainy season and frequent thunderstorms.
"Ah~"
Blinking due to the sunlight, Fujiwara Reya casually walked towards the school gate, swinging his backpack.
There was nothing urgent today. The school had also stopped most activities to let students prepare for upcoming finals. His grades had always been good, so he wasn’t worried about scores, making it a great ti for him to slack off.
On the slope leading to the school gate, cherry trees, having shed their blossoms, grew fresh green leaves again.
The dazzling morning sunlight filtered through the thick leaves, casting patches of green light on Fujiwara Reya’s face as the wind occasionally lifted his long fringe.
Office ladies with briefcases, girls in school uniforms, and housewives out grocery shopping or walking their dogs passed by him one after the other.
They cast fervent glances at him without disguise.
It was as if they were seeing the main character of a shoujo manga making his first highlighted appearance.
Already used to being the center of attention, Fujiwara Reya calmly accepted these gazes. If the renovations at Asakusa Shrine weren’t only halfway done, he might have even handed out business cards to these won.
Knowing that won are always generous with money, as long as he was gentle, the shrine’s rchandise would surely sell well. As a textbook example of a light novel protagonist, Fujiwara Reya lacked nothing in terms of being cool and considerate.
Returning to class, the first period was Teacher Wakina’s classical literature class.
Fujiwara Reya listened attentively and took notes seriously.
However, halfway through the class, a crow flew by the window, cawing.
"Caw caw! (Young Master)"
Fujiwara Reya turned his head, communicating with Gouzi using his eyes.
’Young Master, let’s go to Yingyan Mountain!’
’?’
’The Great Tengu of Yingyan Mountain is peak king-level, and he also has two king-level and thirty-two general-level subordinates.’
’?’
’Although high-end combat power can’t compare, we can win by numbers!’
’?’
’Young Master?’
’Gouzi, are you trying to send to my death to take my place?’
’?’
’Hurry up and leave. Don’t you see the young master’s in class!’
"Caw caw!"
The crow flapped its wings and flew out of the classroom.
After circling the school building a few tis, it landed on the chain-link fence of the tennis court, surveying the entire campus like Kitagawa’s owner, its beady eyes missing no hint of movent.
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze hadn’t returned.
In the distance, Central Line trains shimred in the sun in front of Shibuya Station, running back and forth on straight tracks, intertwining with the overhead cables. Sheets were hanging out to dry on the balconies of the residential buildings along the tracks, and it seed you could sll the sunshine-soaked fabric from afar.
The gentle breeze swayed the light, and colorful Shibuya looked like a scene from a painting of the Hogwarts world.
Looking at such a vivid world, Fujiwara Reya suddenly understood what it ant when they said, "The air flows slowly like a flock of birds flying through the trees," and "like a giant cat sprawled on the sunny slope of ti."
It was truly wonderful!
Fujiwara Reya could gaze at such a view for a whole day and not get bored.
If Teacher Wakina hadn’t lightly coughed a few tis and then stared at him with an annoyed look, he wouldn’t have shifted his gaze back to the blackboard.
After the classical literature class.
The daydreaming Fujiwara was called to the teachers’ office by the horoom teacher.
"Do you know why the teacher is looking for you?"
"I do."
"Then tell ."
"I shouldn’t have not looked at the teacher during class. I made the teacher angry."
"Uh..."
"Teacher!"
"Huh?" Teacher Wakina was startled by the sudden raise in volu by Fujiwara Reya and hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong?"
"From now on, I’ll definitely focus all my attention on the teacher during class," Fujiwara Reya earnestly said, "Wherever the teacher goes, I’ll follow with my eyes, no distractions."
This statent made the whole office fall silent.
With colleagues around casting strange looks, Teacher Wakina’s young and attractive face began to blush.
"No, no, don’t go overboard..."
"I will!"
"Just listen to the lesson carefully..."
The young female teacher was nervous, clenching her skirt, her voice trembling.
"I was paying attention in class. I was just disturbed by a crow," Fujiwara Reya honestly admitted to her.
"Hm?" Teacher Wakina’s eyes, adorned with contact lenses, slowly showed a puzzled expression.
Fujiwara Reya complained to her, "There are too many crows in Tokyo."
"Indeed," Teacher Wakina, led astray by him, said helplessly, "There are so many that there are more crows foraging at the garbage dumps than there is garbage."
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