I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 213 Longing Has a Magical Power

"I'll try to figure something out. We can't let them be so arrogant and do whatever they want."

I watched my mother turn and walk towards the bedroom, not knowing where she was going.

Kazama Sakura put down her schoolbag and sighed softly.

Actually, I seem to have a better way to handle this, but the problem at hand always needs to be solved. Should I tell him?

She hesitated.

After thinking for a moment, the girl went to take a shower. When she couldn't figure something out, she would take a shower, as if it could clear away all the knots in her mind.

After taking a shower and changing my clothes, I was about to pick up my phone when I saw an incoming call.

"Ok?"

She glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then took her phone and went to the balcony.

"Hey, why are you calling at this hour?"

"Oh? Was it because I shouldn't have attacked at this time? Never mind then."

"No way! I was just curious."

The girl leaned against the balcony, gazing at the starry night outside, and couldn't help but smile.

Some people are just amazing; it seems like your troubles will instantly disappear just by hearing them speak.

Even if the problem isn't directly solved, it still makes you feel much better. Clearly, the boy on the phone had that kind of magic.

"I called you because I wanted to, I don't care when."

"Hmph, I was taking a shower just now. If you had answered earlier, I wouldn't have been able to catch it."

"Taking a shower? What a pity, tell me in advance next time."

"why?"

"I'll just send you a video call."

"Screw you!"

The girl looked at the night sky with a slightly flushed face.

This city is bustling and prosperous, and this time of day seems to be the best time when the city lights are just coming on.

Looking at the starry night sky and the moon, the girl still felt a pang of loneliness. Her troubles weren't truly resolved, though his voice always offered some comfort. A dark cloud still hung over her heart.

Simply put, she wanted to see him, not just hear his voice.

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to talk to your aunt's family tonight? Are you done?"

"Well, I guess we've finished talking."

Sakura Kazama wanted to sigh whenever this was brought up, but she didn't want to worry the other person, so she had to hold it in.

"How did it go? It sounds like it didn't go very well."

Has it been exposed yet?

The girl said softly, "It's really not that great. Sigh, you can't say for sure about these things. But there shouldn't be any problems."

Several times I almost blurted it out, but when it came to my lips, I couldn't bring myself to say it honestly. I don't know what's blocking my throat, preventing me from speaking.

Is this what they mean by caring too much, making it impossible to be honest?

"The sentences you're saying don't sound like something a normal human could put together. I don't understand what you're saying at all."

"No, it's nothing. There's nothing to worry about."

"is it?"

"Ok!"

She nodded vigorously, as if the other person could see her sincere expression.

Little did they know that their appearance practically screamed "lying," and thankfully, the other person couldn't see it.

"That's good. What are you doing now?"

The other person seemed to be just chatting idly, talking about trivial and unrelated topics. This didn't seem like the style of this young man.

However, Sakura Kazama doesn't really feel it now. She just feels much more comfortable when he's with her, even if it's just a phone call.

"Nothing much, just calling you from the balcony."

"Balcony? Why did you specifically go to the balcony?"

"Because we can talk to each other while looking at the stars, the stars are so beautiful tonight."

Her eyes were shining as she gazed at the brilliant starry sky above. It was as if she had never realized how close this night sky was, not so unreachable as it seemed, even if she reached out her hand, she couldn't touch it.

The myriad lights of homes, not so far away, were right before her eyes, and she seemed to understand what it meant to feel desolate amidst the bustling city.

"Why are you getting sentimental? It's not even midnight yet, why are you already feeling sad?"

"No, I was just saying it offhand. Why do you make it sound like I have absolutely nothing in my head when you're talking about me?"

"How could that be? I just hope that you only have happy things in your mind and no sad things."

The boy's voice was calm and powerful, as if it could give people boundless strength even through the phone.

Hearing this, Kazama Sakura paused, a subtle warmth flowing through her heart. She pursed her lips and whispered.

"If only you were here."

"why?"

"I don't know, but I just miss you a little, no, I really miss you."

She said this with a self-deprecating smile.

It's not shameful to express your longing; what's laughable is that you can't seem to keep the promises you made, and you can't express your worries, keeping them bottled up inside.

Do you really miss me that much?

"real."

"I feel like you still don't miss me enough."

"why?"

"Because I've heard that the power of longing is very strong; if you really miss someone, that person will magically appear in front of you."

"Pfft."

Sakura Kazama couldn't help but laugh. "What kind of talk is that? Missing someone isn't a superpower. Even if I miss you, you can't just appear in front of me right away."

"Why not?"

"Ok?"

Kazama Sakura paused for a moment, because the other person's voice sounded a little off.

A vague premonition rose in her heart. The next moment.

She then heard the other person's voice coming from the phone.

"Take a good look and see where I am."

She moved her phone away slightly and looked down with intense disbelief.

The building isn't very tall, and there are streetlights in the apartment complex, so there's no issue with not being able to see clearly when looking down.

That is why.

She clearly saw a figure holding a mobile phone under that bright street lamp, familiarly with one hand in his pocket, looking up at her.

His face wore the same gentle smile as always.

Summer is coming to an end.

There are times when you leave, all year round.

But this boy, as warm and passionate as summer, seems to never disappear, never change.

She stared at the scene in disbelief, as if it were a movie plot unfolding before her eyes, something she thought would never happen in real life, and it was happening to her.

Every girl has romantic fantasies and dreams of becoming a princess.

Everyone has fantasized that their other half is a prince.

Everyone has fantasized about a romantic farewell with their significant other, holding flowers in their hands.

I've also fantasized that when I need someone the most, the person I long for the most will actually appear.

She was overwhelmed with excitement, even feeling an urge to jump off the balcony and into his arms.

And as if he had noticed this, the boy's laughter came from the phone.

"Don't get so excited that you jump off a building."

Kazama Sakura didn't hesitate at all, only uttering a few short words.

"Wait for me to come down."

She hung up the phone and turned to leave.

Leaving the room and pressing the elevator button, the brief wait felt like an eternity. It was like a competition where you knew you'd won first place, but the organizers wanted to start awarding prizes from third place, and you, already prepared to receive yours, were eagerly anticipating the moment.

Who says this isn't torture?

Da da da.

When the girl's figure emerged from the shadows of the stairwell, she looked like a little white flower in her white sundress.

However, this little white flower seemed to be in a hurry, as if it had been blown by a sudden wind and rain.

Regardless of her untied hair or the fact that she rushed out without even putting on her socks, she slipped on her shoes, risking they would slip off at any moment.

She ran towards him without slowing down at all.

This rendered all of Tsukino Gen's prepared opening remarks meaningless; he now seemed to have only one choice, one decision.

"Tsuno!"

The girl ran over, and Tsukino Gen opened his arms.

It's like a pre-set plot, a pre-programmed sequence.

The soft, fragrant girl rushed into the boy's arms, and he picked her up.

Under the streetlights, her smile was genuine, not fake.

The girl, lifted high in his arms, held onto his shoulders as he looked down at her. The streetlights shone behind her head like the radiance of an angel.

"So happy?"

The boy didn't put it down immediately, but held it in his arms and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I'm so happy to see you. I'm a hundred times happier to see you now!"

She couldn't help but lower her head and give the boy a big kiss on the cheek.

Tsukino Gen smiled as he put the other person down, his cheeks instantly feeling wet.

"You just got off like that, without even saying hello to your mother?"

"It's okay, she can ask me later. She's probably busy right now. What brings you here?"

Kazama Sakura blinked and asked.

The boy smiled and took her soft hand in his. The girl smelled almost too sweet.

Can girls this age smell this good? No wonder boys this age are always so popular.

"I couldn't just ignore the fact that my girlfriend seemed a little down, could I?"

Little girlfriend?
The nickname might seem a bit inappropriate, but hearing the boy use it for the first time filled Kazama Sakura with secret delight. Her clever tactic was to refrain from questioning it; a smart girl wouldn't push her luck or keep asking, as that would only ruin the romance.

"I'm actually in a pretty good mood."

The girl looked away slightly as she spoke.

Gen Tsukino smiled. "Are you alright? Didn't things not go smoothly today?"

"how do you know?"

"I can tell from your voice that you're not the kind of person who can keep things to yourself."

"I'm sorry," Kazama Sakura said, lowering her head with some shame.

"Why should I apologize? This is your problem, why are you apologizing to me?"

Tsukino Gen asked curiously.

The girl raised her head, her clear eyes looking at the boy, and she spoke softly.

"I should have told you sooner; I shouldn't have kept it from you. That way, you wouldn't have had to make the trip, and you wouldn't have worried."

Upon hearing the other party's sincere reply, Tsukino Gen was momentarily speechless.

He thought about it.

Then he pulled the other person into his arms, held them gently, and smelled the scent of their hair as he whispered something.

"Whether you want to say it or not is your business, it doesn't matter. But whether I can feel it is my business, you don't need to apologize for it. Do you want some oden?"

Oden?

"Hmm, forgot? There's nothing that a meal of oden can't solve. After you finish eating, you'll magically find that all your troubles will disappear."

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(End of this chapter)