I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

Hey Reiko-neechan, stop squeezing my head with your chest! Luckily, Kazusa-neechan pulled me out of there. I asked her why, and she told me she didn't know either.

Could it be that he's jealous of Lingzi? How wonderful.

May 28, XXXX

Kazusa is officially 12 years old now, and she plays the piano very well. Of course, she has also mastered many other Western musical instruments over the years. But I am in a worse situation. I have to learn Chinese musical instruments with a professional teacher. My mother's reason is: Since you speak Chinese so well, go and learn Chinese musical instruments.

What a weird reason that is!

We haven't bathed together since that hot spring trip. Kazusa has grown into a beautiful young woman, and I'm genuinely happy for her. She's becoming more and more beautiful, and she's starting to resemble Yoko more and more. Sometimes, eleven-year-old Kazusa will deliberately pester me to ask whether I like her or Yoko more. I say I like them both, and she makes a face at me and says I definitely like Yoko more because Yoko has bigger breasts. I'm speechless.

May 4, XXXX

Today was my 12th birthday. Kazusa turned 13 a few days ago and is now a middle school student. The memories of us taking baths together are so distant. But today, a little accident happened. Because it was my birthday, after I blew out the candles, she and my mother started a cake fight with me. I got smeared all over, and Kazusa got smeared back at me. My mother also got smeared all over. Then we went to take a bath. Later, I found out there was another cake, which was specially made to deal with me.

I ended up in Kazusa's bathroom without warning. 13-year-old Kazusa was so beautiful. Her long, dark blue hair reached her waist. She stood under the showerhead, quietly washing herself. She seemed nervous when she saw me come in, but didn't say anything. After she finished washing, she helped me wash. After we were clean, we soaked in the bathtub together, back to back. I noticed that Kazusa's breasts had already developed. She was so shy, but so cute.

May 9, XXXX

On a sweltering summer day, I was suddenly jolted awake from my sleep by Kazusa-nee. She cried out that she was going to die, which startled me. I hurriedly asked her what was wrong, and she turned on the light to show me that her nightgown was stained with blood. As she blushed and tried to lift her skirt to show me, I quickly stopped her, as blood was still dripping down.

I was a little surprised. What were you doing during your health class, Kasa-nee? You're already a middle school student. Don't your teachers teach this stuff? I told her not to be nervous or panic, that she was okay, but Kasa-nee was still terrified. In the end, I had to ask my dear sister Reiko and my mother to teach her. Only then did she begin to understand something, albeit vaguely.

I also confessed that I basically slept through class, so attending class was almost the same as not attending at all.

May 17, XXXX

Kazusa is almost fourteen years old. Entering puberty, Kazusa has her own little secrets and has started to distance herself from me. From that day on, she changed the way she calls me from "Haruto" to "you." Okay, "you" it is then. I still call her "Kazusa-nee" and occasionally "Kazusa". She is a few centimeters taller than me now, but I believe I will surpass her soon.

She forbids me from mentioning the embarrassing incident from August 9th last year, and she will never pester me to tell her stories again. By the way, I've almost finished telling her all the stories by Jin Yong and Qiong Yao.

October 18, 200X

Today, my beloved Kazusa graduated from junior high school. I've grown a lot taller this year, and Kazusa has also grown taller, but I'm even taller than her. I'm almost fifteen years old and already 1.76 meters tall, which is considered one of the tallest in the class. My mother and I attended her graduation ceremony. Kazusa didn't have much of an expression, or perhaps she was somewhat relieved that she had finally graduated from junior high school.

On that same day, she made the decision to move out of my house. My mother cried, and I wanted to cry too. To be honest, I've never cried before, except for a period when I was a child and couldn't control myself.

But Kazusa still had to move out, and she still called me "you." However, she would occasionally call me "Haruto" in front of my mother, pretending to be a good boy. Whether she called me "you," "Himekoji," or "Haruto," she was still my beloved Kazusa.

But from today onwards, I've decided to keep calling her "Kazusa" because I've grown up too.

—This concludes the article.

On a certain day of a certain month, the head maid of the Himekoji family came to my house and very solemnly and privately handed me a large, exquisitely carved wooden box, which was like a large book sealed in a wooden box. The head maid, Miss Reiko, said, "This is the painting that the madam painted for you. Please keep it safe."

I suddenly realized what was going on and decided to invite Miss Lingzi to have some tea before leaving, but she decisively said that she had other things to do and wouldn't linger any longer. So after she took her leave, I quietly took the wooden box to the basement, where I wouldn't have to worry about anyone peeping through the window.

I placed the wooden box horizontally on the piano and turned the slightly heavy shell open like a page.

However, what came into my view was not the shameful painting I had imagined, but a thick, hard-covered notebook that looked quite old. The notebook was pure dark blue and had no words printed on it. I curiously took it out of the wooden box.

The notebook pages were already yellowed, and the front part looked like it had been turned countless times. It looked a little dirty from the side. I turned to the title page, where it was written in large calligraphy: Every day spent with my beloved Kazusa-nee.

I initially wanted to just toss the notebook aside, but I resisted the urge and continued flipping through it...

This is all about my story; it's practically an encyclopedia of my life from age five to fifteen. Although it's not very detailed due to the length, it records all the more important things. Sometimes that guy would even draw a funny face on the spot where I made a fool of myself. I've forgotten most of these things, but seeing these words brings back those memories.

So he remembered everything... he always remembered, and even wrote it down for me.

It turns out... the one who forgot all this has always been me, and has never changed.

This early 18th birthday gift is truly precious and meaningful, and also...

Author's Note:

PS: Second update, please give me some criticism.

Chapter 131 I Want to See You, [Touma Kazusa] Always Does Foolish Things

Why did you do this? You clearly remember that I broke a bowl and blamed it on you, you remember that I wet the bed, you remember all my flaws and problems, yet you still wrote such warm and comforting words... It makes me both laugh and cry. I desperately want to understand, but I can't get any answers. I want to ask you why, but I just can't bring myself to say it.

Whenever you look at me, all my doubts vanish.

I disguised myself, becoming indifferent and apathetic; I poured all my emotions into musical notes, pouring them into the piano; I turned praise into criticism, calling you an idiot again and again, but why won't you leave me? I'm just a woman who's better at the piano than being willful.

I want to see you.

I want to see you.

I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you, I want to see you.

Why don't you understand?

I've hinted at it so many times.

You're so busy, always so busy. You finally made time to play the piano with me recently, but do you know how lonely I was before?! Why can't you, who used to know me so well, see anything now? Is it just because I ran away from your house? Is this punishment for my running away?

If this is punishment... then let me atone for my sins by chasing after your retreating figure, and then—get to the bottom of things.

I hope I can say it.

However, I then saw the painting. Of course, I was naked because that was what Aunt Daphne asked me to do. Then you barged into the studio and basically saw me naked... I told you to get out, but the painting was still in Aunt Daphne's hands. After she finished it, how did you put this notebook into the wooden box so that you wouldn't see the painting?

I don't seem to be able to get a definite answer.

So, Himekoji Haruto, you lewd bastard—!

Although each day's entries in the diary are short, the total amount over ten years becomes quite substantial. In order to preserve this diary for a long time, I decided to transcribe it. When the weather is hot, I quietly transcribe it at home, making notes as I write. On rainy days, I go to the park with an umbrella, listening to the patter of rain as my pen quickly moves across the paper in the pavilion.

I like snowy days, and he likes rainy days. When we were little, he jokingly said that he wanted to turn into a snowflake and make it snow for me in the middle of summer. I was so scared that I cried. I thought he was going to disappear. Sigh, it's such an unbearable memory.

One day, while I was copying something in the pavilion, Aunt Daphne called to say she wanted to pick me up to go to her house to practice piano. I told her I was at the pavilion in Chiba Park, and within minutes Miss Reiko arrived. I took my notebook and went with her, but the next day I discovered that I had lost my original notebook.

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The thick, black notebook lay quietly in the grass beside the ornamental tree. Rainwater flowed from the ditch beside the grass, gathering and flowing into the distance. The notebook pages, wet with rain, began to swell, stretching the cover and making it look somewhat loose.

A young woman dressed in a classic office lady blazer was frantically searching for something in the nearby grass. She anxiously turned over bush after bush, ignoring the mud and grass that covered her delicate leather boots and the scratches on her fingers. She searched desperately, murmuring, "Where...where...where is it...?"

When Himekoji and Ms. Reiko arrived at Chiba Park, the police were cordoning off the area around the wrecked, driverless car. The Himekoji family claimed the car had been stolen due to the driver's several traffic violations, and Ms. Reiko was handling the matter. However, of course, there was no need to pursue the case further. Himekoji herself was running around the park with an umbrella, searching for Kazusa. The grass was covered in signs of being turned over, and the mud was filled with footprints. If Kazusa had caused this, what was she looking for here?

Himeko took out her phone and called Kazusa again, but as before, she refused to answer. She boarded the subway, rode for several stops, and arrived near Kazusa's house. She rushed out of the subway station and rang the doorbell.

No one answered.

She called again, but the call was still rejected. Ji Xiaolu was very anxious. What could she have left in the park? And what could be worth her going to such lengths to drive a car out of her house to search for it so frantically?

Himekoji took out the spare key to Kazusa's house, opened the door and went inside. Although she wasn't sure if Kazusa was there, it was one of the most likely places, so Himekoji decided to check it out first.

As soon as he entered the entrance hall, Himekoji noticed mud stains at the door and muddy water dripping all the way to the floor. He felt a little relieved for the moment, changed into slippers and came in. He walked a few steps quietly and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom on one side of the room. It seemed that Kazusa was taking a shower.

Himeko didn't rummage through her house. She just sat quietly on the sofa and waited until the sound of water stopped before opening the bathroom door. Then she said, "Kazusa, I'm sorry I came in directly. We were all very worried about you because you've caused what seems to be a pretty big problem this time."

"...Hmph, so you do know you just barged in."

Her tone was as calm as ever. Wrapped in a large, pure white bath towel, she slowly walked out of the bathroom, hiding her hands behind her back. Her gaze was somewhat evasive. Ji Xiaolu turned her head away from her. She gave a soft hum and turned to the bedroom, her footsteps fading into the distance.

When she came out after changing her clothes, Ji Xiaolu had already cleaned up all the mud that had dripped onto her house. Watching him scrubbing the floor, He Sha said coldly, "I didn't ask you to do this kind of thing."

"Can you explain to me what happened that made you suddenly drive off without a word? Now, Ms. Reiko has to go to the police station..."

“Miss Reiko actually…” Kazusa felt a little guilty for involving other people. She gently stroked her wet hair and lowered her head, saying, “I didn’t expect… it would turn out like this.”

"So, what exactly happened? If you're having any difficulties, I'll definitely help you solve them."

Author's Note:

PS: Third update, please give me some criticism.

Chapter 132 So flustered! [Touma Kazusa] dodges with all her might.

"No, you can't solve it, Himekoji."

Kazusa looked up and glanced at him sideways, still hiding her hands behind her back so he wouldn't see.

"...Why are you hiding your hands behind your back? Are you hiding something? Let me see it."

Himekoji frowned and reached out her hand to Kazusa.

However, instead of calmly stopping him with reprimands as usual, she took a few steps back, shouting excitedly, "This has nothing to do with you!"

"How can it be unrelated?" Himekoji got up and walked towards her. Kazusa leaned against the wall, looking around nervously, biting her lower lip, and then looked up and said, "No...you...don't come any closer."

"I just want to see what you're hiding in your hands, or rather, I want to see what's wrong with your hands."

Himekoji persisted relentlessly. It couldn't be that he was holding a pair of panties, and even if he were, her reaction wouldn't be this intense. Kazusa became increasingly nervous. She wanted to escape towards the door, but Himekoji immediately blocked her path. Kazusa's pupils trembled slightly. When Himekoji finally got close, she closed her eyes and shoved him, then turned and ran, trying to get past him.

But after Himekoji was pushed, one of her slippers flew off, and Kazusa, who was trying to escape, stepped on the slipper with her eyes closed. Her wet feet immediately lost contact with the slipper, and with a scream, Himekoji herself was pulled down and fell to the ground.

"Thump—!!"

When he came to his senses, Kazusa's head was resting on Himekoji's left hand, while his right hand was firmly propped up on the floor to the right of her forehead. Himekoji's lips twitched slightly, and he whispered, "Are you going to keep causing trouble? If you want to, then lift your head up first. My hand is hurting from being pressed down by you..."

Kazusa turned her head to the side and looked up. The two bodies were almost touching, and every time she breathed, she felt her chest would touch Himekoji's chest.

"Hoo—" Himekoji shook her hand, lay down next to Kazusa, pulled her arm that was still trying to hide, and forcefully pulled it over. Kazusa hissed softly. Only then did Himekoji understand why she insisted on hiding her hand behind her back.

Despite her well-maintained fingers, they were covered in scratches from grass and twigs, with some areas even showing signs of bleeding from the exposed skin. Himeko felt a pang of heartache at the sight. Kazusa turned her face away and pulled her hand back to Himeko, then turned her back to her and said in a deep voice, "Have you seen enough?"

"I'll go get you the first-aid kit. I remember you should still have enough band-aids and iodine there from last time..."

"Never mind, I'll take care of it myself in a bit."

"Your hands are in this state now, aren't they? I really don't know what you're doing..." Ji Xiaolu got up and reached into her arms and legs, picked her up amidst her tense exclamation, and carried her back to the sofa. She also took a dry towel and placed it on her head, standing in front of her and gently drying her hair.

"You can't get your wound wet. You came home looking like this and the first thing you did was take a shower... Oh well, sometimes there's no other way. Let me help you dry your hair."

"Tch, this is so annoying."

Kazusa turned her head, no longer hiding the wounds on her hands. She spread her hands out and placed them flat on her lap, occasionally making a soft hissing sound. She glanced at Himekoji's serious expression, then silently closed her eyes, her lips slightly upturned, remaining silent.

Himekoji brought out Kazusa's family's first-aid kit, sat down next to her without saying a word, and simply opened his hand to her. Kazusa naturally extended her hand, and he asked her to spread her fingers, held her wrist which was very strong from years of playing the piano, and slowly wiped the iodine on the wounds between her fingers.

After wiping, she carefully applied bandages. The whole process took about ten minutes. Her ten fingers were basically covered with bandages, and there was also a square one on the back of her left hand. After finishing, Kazusa wiggled her fingers a few times and said with satisfaction, "Not bad."

"Now you can tell me what you're looking for in that park."

As Ji Xiaolu packed up the medicine box, she asked her, "The medicine box needs to be replenished too."

You don't need to know.

"I'm saying..."

"How could I possibly tell you something like this? Himeko, you should stop interfering in my business."