I really don't want to be reborn.

"Human energy is limited..."

To perform music in a way that touches people's hearts requires both natural talent and all the hard work one puts in.

Human energy is limited. Unless there are special cases like Kyosuke Kousaka, geniuses who reach a certain level in a particular area at a young age are generally mediocre or even terrible in other areas.

The genius Touma Kazusa's temple throbbed, and she remained silent, holding her camera.

I heard you!

So you're saying you're a bad student who's severely unbalanced in your studies, right?

Can you whisper to each other in a little quieter?

"Touma-kun, could you please take some photos of me with this little guy? You wouldn't mind, would you?"

I mind it a lot!

The beautiful girl with long, straight black hair frowned, her sharp gaze slowly softening.

sigh.

She still remembered the boy.

I remember his piano piece, and I also remember the Sky Castle performed by the Benzhan Light Music Club.

Of course, I also remember his nonchalant expression offstage when I was playing.

She always felt that this boy was like her.

I never expected to run into someone on a school trip. Of course, it was just an ordinary chance encounter, carried by the slightly cool breeze of this season.

Holding her camera, Touma Kazusa glanced up at the starry sky, a premonition rising high only to fall utterly, and becoming entangled in the fate of someone else.

"Touma... classmate?"

Kyosuke had been holding Shino in one pose for over ten seconds, while the person in charge of filming was still in a daze.

"Um……"

Touma blinked.

She can't bring herself to refuse right now.

Because the two men were already in position, like two starving cats, staring at her expectantly.

Should we take the picture or not?

She didn't understand that this was a form of coercion.

Consequence-based psychological compulsion in psychology.

From a behavioral perspective, it's actually a form of inducement—when asking a girl you're not particularly close to to dinner, instead of asking "Do you want to go?", directly ask "What kind of food do you like?", and the chances of her agreeing are much higher.

First, subtly create a linguistic or behavioral outcome, and then gradually fill in the process.

He handed the camera to Touma with a smile before asking her to take a picture, and thanked her very much.

People I know.

Taking photos is not difficult.

There are children.

People around were also taking pictures.

I'm really bored...

All these factors combined mean that no matter how aloof or eccentric she may be, Kousaka Kyosuke wouldn't worry about being rejected under these circumstances.

After taking the photo, he chatted with the other person, and the conversation naturally veered towards music. He spoke politely and pleasantly, so as not to offend the other person.

"Favorite instrument? Piano."

"Practicing piano is very tough."

Touma Kazusa thought to herself that she had spent at least ten hours a day practicing the piano since she was a child, and her hands, which were bigger than those of other girls, were covered with thick calluses—she knew very well how hard it was.

"It's hard work, but it's worth it."

"I know you're like that too, right?"

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't talk about himself, but simply praised: "The path of art is full of thorns, but that's actually a good thing. Ordinary people give up, only those with strong will are exceptions."

"Touma-kun, your will must be very strong."

"powerful?"

She couldn't help but laugh mockingly, mocking herself.

If I am truly strong-willed, why am I always concerned about my mother's attitude towards me?

If I am truly strong enough, why do I often wake up crying in my sleep?

If you are truly strong, then you won't be afraid of loneliness... afraid to death.

She suddenly remembered the boy next to her: "Kousaka, what is your parents' attitude towards your studying music?"

I'm sorry, Ms. Touma.

His parents had no idea he had studied music...

Kyosuke frowned in surprise, accurately deducing from her expression what she wanted to ask: "You mean... what is my parents' attitude towards my personal interests and future aspirations?"

The girl's eyes lit up slightly: "Yes! That's exactly what I mean!"

This is a good question.

He wasn't familiar with Touma, so he wasn't sure if she wanted to complain or seek approval. He could only start by analyzing things from his own perspective and try to find out.

To be honest, this kind of communication is a bit tiring.

Kyosuke glanced at Shino, who was having a great time taking pictures over there, and sometimes he really envied children. Fate, if I were to be reborn, please let me be reborn back to my elementary school days!

Hmm, wasn't Kirino a lot of fun when she was little?

Hmm, Kasumigaoka Utaha must have been so much fun when she was little. I'd love to keep her by my side, the kind of person who can't live without her.

"Xiao Shi, come and eat!"

"You're here!"

Then Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had been raised by him, ran into his arms with a patter, her wine-red eyes full of innocence and affection, and then obediently opened her mouth—"Enough!"

Bringing himself back to his idyllic, unrealistic fantasies, Kyosuke tapped his fingers lightly on the alloy railing: "I remember Daisaku Ikeda saying something, he said—"

Touma, who was severely unbalanced in her studies, interrupted him: "Who is Daisaku Ikeda? Your friend?"

"..."

Ah, Daisaku Ikeda, this religious figure, was one of the founders of the Soka Gakkai...

And Ms. Touma, your voice actress, Hitomi Amame, and her family are all members of Soka Gakkai.

Of course, Mr. Kosaka would never admit that he had wronged Soka University!

Politically sensitive? Absolutely not!

“Just think of him as a celebrity,” he said. “Parents can have their own ideals, but interfering with their children’s ideals is tantamount to not acknowledging their children’s personality.”

Touma Kazusa remained silent.

She didn't even know whether her love for music and playing the piano was genuine or just a hobby she inherited from her mother.

He also said that the seeds of bad behavior among teenagers first sprout here.

"I'm not……"

Kyosuke, who was about to express his opinion, turned around in surprise.

Touma Kazusa turned her head away, and the side of her face that could be seen was slightly flushed: "I'm not... not a delinquent."

I didn't say you were, hey!

Don't overact!

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Actually, Hitomi Nabatame also dated the 1.8-meter-tall Saori...

Three chapters already! Even though I wasn't feeling well, I still managed three chapters. Isn't that awesome? You guys are all so chubby!

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Chapter Forty-Five: Meeting in the Sky, Forgetting Each Other in the Martial World

What people express is never the content of what they say, but rather their desire to be understood.

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Avoiding offending others as much as possible is a habit, even an instinct, that Kousaka Kyosuke has cultivated over the years.

This is a social instinct.

He had actually begun to hate this instinct.

She hates her own socialite behavior—but whether she hates it or not, Kosaka has to admit one fact.

—My soul has indeed grown old.

Kasumigaoka Utaha is a big fan of Stendhal's works.

Stendhal said that if a person has a pure heart, free from sorrow and hatred, his youth can certainly be prolonged...

However, this statement does not actually apply to him.

“My parents trust me completely, not because I was exceptionally outstanding and sensible from a young age, but because I had my own ideas from childhood.”

"That's a great idea!"

“If you have ideas, you can naturally learn on your own, learn how to get along with the world, and not be influenced or tempted by the values ​​of the masses or the minority. That’s why my parents trust me.”

“Their preferences cannot affect me, or even my sister. I am very grateful to my parents because they have never imposed their interests and preferences on my siblings and me.”

Thinking of his enlightened father's exasperated expression in June, Kyosuke Kosaka smiled subtly with pleasure. He imagined that Mr. Daisuke must have been devastated when he learned of his daughter's little secret.

Touma Kazusa saw this nasty smile as a positive one, one that reflected her pride and emotion for her family.