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Cast the rod and the hook enters the water.

He continued to sit, his voice calm: "Yukinoshita, have you noticed something?"

Yukinoshita Yukino frowned at him, not knowing what he suddenly wanted to say.

Nomiyama looked at the rippling river and said something strange.

"We've been fishing together for a year, but I've never caught Eriri's indoor shoes."

He tilted his head and looked at her with an unreadable expression: "Not even once. She's clearly our best friend, and we're together every day."

Yukinoshita Yukino lifted the fishing rod and put it on the shore. After taking a deep breath, her expression became serious: "What do you want to say?"

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"Eriri is different from us. She's not the type to easily incur the dislike of her classmates. She's also not like us, thinking it's okay to have bad relationships with her classmates. She wants to build good relationships with them."

Yukinoshita Yukino stood up and looked at him coldly: "So you said nothing and did nothing at that time, and now you are just staying here."

"Don't forget, it was Eriri who reached out and held us back. What? Are you unhappy with the time we've been together?"

Nomiyama looked at her, who was a little emotionally unstable, and shook his head: "I am very grateful to Eriri, and I also enjoy the days I spend with her, but Yukinoshita, people change. Eriri is gradually adapting to this world and looking for a lifestyle that suits her better."

"She is no longer the person who helped you with all her courage, nor is she the person who brought us together with a blushing face. We are no longer the same people we were back then. We are all changing."

"So?" Yukinoshita Yukino put away her fishing rod and picked up her backpack, her fingernails unconsciously digging into her flesh. "So you saw it, you thought about it, but you didn't do anything. You just sat here fishing. You knew very well that Eriri wouldn't want to hurt us. You knew very well that she was the one who was most upset and conflicted right now."

Nomiyama looked at her angrily and was silent for a few seconds before giving his reasons: "I don't know what she was thinking. I'm not a god. All I can do is infer. She didn't keep up with us at the time. That's the fact. I know she's in a state of emotional turmoil. I know she wouldn't hurt us, but I have no way of knowing whether she wants to stay with us or make new friends."

"She has this choice, the conditions, and the thoughts in this regard. This is her matter and choice. I don't want to interfere. We have no reason to stop her from approaching her classmates."

Retracting his gaze, Nomi-san looked back at the water: "Don't you like witnessing the growth of others? If Eriri thinks we are important, she will come to us herself. This is also part of what is called growth."

Yukinoshita Yukino gritted her teeth and said, "Don't try to make your indifferent attitude sound so nice. Now, if we go over and explain things to her, she'll be able to figure it out and the problem can be solved, instead of leaving her alone with her own wild thoughts."

"Eriri is the type who gets stuck in a rut. If she doesn't show up, are we going to have to wait for her forever? Are we just going to cut ties with her like this?"

Until Yukinoshita left, Nomiya still didn't answer, but just looked at the water quietly.

He didn't know who was right. No matter how precocious he was, he was only nine years old. For many things, what was right was actually just a fog that was hard to see. Maybe what Yukinoshita said was right. Now he should go and explain it to Eriri and take the initiative to hold her.

But he didn't want to do that, maybe because of his personality, or maybe he also wanted to know what Eriri would do. In short, he wanted Eriri to make her own judgment and choice.

Give her the right to choose, and then accept the consequences of her choice.

Lifting the rod, Nomiyama pulled up the fish, which was more than one meter long, and threw it onto the slope.

Salmon, also known as salmon, is a natural fish for sashimi.

Nomiyama looked at the jumping fish and fell silent.

This seemed to be the first time he caught a normal fish since he held the fishing rod. Most of the time, the good fish he could catch were caught by them, and then he would pull them up and squat beside them to rub their fish meat.

What a coincidence, a normal fish was caught at this very moment.

With a sneer, he took out a kitchen knife from his backpack, walked to the river bank, and prepared to gut the fish.

"Wow, a salmon over one meter long! You're so lucky to catch such a big one in this river."

Turning his head, Nomiyama looked at the blond man holding a fishing rod on the slope.

"Ah."

With a simple response, he raised his hand, accurately pierced the fish's chest and abdomen, and then slashed down.

Open the belly, gut the animal, rip out the heart, dig out the liver, and scrape off the scales.

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His movements were as smooth as those of a master fishmonger who had been slaughtering fish for ten years in Dayong Supermarket. They were graceful and neat, yet with an indescribable coldness.

The blond man put down his fishing rod, sat beside the blackened remains of the campfire, and smiled carelessly: "Brother, can you give me some food? I haven't eaten raw fish for a long time."

Nomiyama had just taken off the fish skin. Upon hearing this, he glanced at him again and said briefly, "Yeah."

Holding the fish in one hand and the fish skin in the other, Nomiya returned to the slope, took out a tablecloth from his bag, spread it out, then cut off half of the fish and began to slice it on the tablecloth.

The blond man watched the boy wield the kitchen knife without hesitation, then glanced at the slices of sashimi as thin as cicada wings, and his eyelids twitched unconsciously.

Where did this natural enemy of fish come from? It is so skilled. Has it been killing fish in its dreams for decades?

Putting down the knife, Nomiya grabbed a few slices of sashimi, put them in his mouth and chewed them.

The taste seems good, and it has a good texture even without dipping sauce.

The blond man looked at him, reached out his hand, paused for a moment, looked up to make sure he had no intention of refusing, then grabbed a few pieces and put them in his mouth.

Chewed and swallowed: "Hmm... Neon sashimi is really good, it always makes me feel that it tastes better."

Nomiyama looked up at him, too lazy to reply. He grabbed a handful of fish fillets, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them.

The blond man looked at him, gradually showing curiosity: "Little brother, where are the two little girls who usually go fishing with you? They are the blond and black-haired girls."

Nomiyama looked at him, chewed, chewed, and swallowed.

"Uncle, how did you die?"

"Huh? How do you know I'm dead?"

The blond man stopped reaching out and looked up with a look of surprise.

Nomiya shifted his gaze and looked at his chest and abdomen, which was missing one-third of its body, leaving an empty, irregular arc.

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Right where the heart should be, there was a large empty space with bits of rotten flesh hanging on it and some burn marks. Half of the heart had stopped beating, so no blood was dripping, and even the visible internal organs were turning white.

Reaching out, Nomiya grabbed a handful of sashimi and put it in his mouth.

Chew chew chew.

Chapter 23: No Poison

The blond man lowered his head and sighed.

"This seems a bit ugly."

"It's okay." Nomiyama swallowed the fish and said calmly, "But it does affect the cityscape. I suggest you don't hang around on the streets."

"I'm already dead, how dare I do that? I'm a law-abiding citizen."

The man grabbed the sashimi, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Nomiyama watched as the sashimi that had been chewed into a pulp was swallowed by him and then flowed down his esophagus. At a certain moment, the fish meat, which looked like rotten mud, fell out and landed on a piece of rotten meat below.

He finally showed disgust.

"Don't eat it. It's a waste of the fish I caught."

The man lowered his head, glanced at the two lumps of muddy fish meat hanging on his internal organs, and smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect it to fall out."

Shaking his head, Nomiyama grabbed the fish and continued eating. He said vaguely, "Okay, uncle, tell me what you want to talk to me about. I may not listen."

The blond man did not try to grab the cut fish. Instead, he turned his body, placed his hands casually on his knees, and looked at the flowing river.

"Nomiyama-san, when I was pursuing a girl, we often quarreled, but I was always the first to admit my fault. Do you know why?"

Nomiya gave him a look of disgust.

"First of all, I'm not pursuing any girl. Secondly, I haven't quarreled with Eriri. Finally, I don't want to know." He easily noticed the other party's identity.

The blond man smiled, and then a gentle look gradually appeared on his face. He whispered, "Because I know that besides my mother, she is the person who cares about me the most in this world."

"But my mother died a long time ago, so she is the person who cares about me the most in this world."

"When I was young, I was very capable. I felt I could do anything. The world was a toy I could conquer. Like playing Street Fighter. You've played Street Fighter, right? I essentially beat everyone in the arcade. Then I went on to compete in a professional tournament. I beat everyone I met. I felt invincible and wanted to compete in the World Championship to make a name for myself."

"But she stopped me and said, 'Either you marry me now, or I leave and you go and embarrass yourself. Choose one.' She said this in a very cool way, but I wouldn't listen. I felt invincible and just wanted to beat up anyone who stood in my way."

"Then I watched her walk away, step by step, and realized she was serious. She was really going to leave. Then I panicked. I was so panicked. There are only a few people in this world who care about me. If even she left, I really don't know what to do in the future. Am I going to stare at her photo all day and recall those useless memories?"

"So, I got married and became quiet."

Nomiyama swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at him thoughtfully: "That's why the Sawamura family has always been suppressed by the Yukinoshita family in Chiba. It's because you couldn't defeat the people of the Yukinoshita family at that time. Sister Sayuri saw it."

The blond man's face twitched and he turned to look at him. "Is that the point? I mean to cherish those who care about you."

Nomiya looked at him without saying anything.

The man looked at him for two seconds and finally sighed.

Then he raised his head, indignantly saying, "It's not a question of whether I can do it or not. The people in the Yukinoshita family have external aids. You know game cheats, they are the kind of people who are born with auxiliary cheats. I also have a little cheat, but mine can't compete with theirs. They are no different from those who have data modifiers in their hands. But they just don't move away. They like to hide in Chiba and hang around in front of me all day. It's very annoying."

Nomiyama showed disdain: "I thought you were really amazing, but it turns out you're just a cheater, different from ordinary people and bullying ordinary people. What's there to say? Isn't it natural for you to win?"

The blond man curled his lips in disdain. "You can't blame me for that. You know Eriri's name, Sawamura Spencer Eriri. Spencer is the surname of a family on the other side of the ocean. There's something in their blood that naturally gives people strength and brains. I was born with this talent, and there's no way I can deny it."

"You mean, Eriri is born with supernatural powers and extraordinary intelligence?" Nomiya stopped chewing, with a strange expression, as if he was doubting his life.

The man thought of his lovely daughter and his expression also became strange.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the family bloodline?

"So, you came to see me, what exactly do you want to say?"

Nomiya stopped eating and looked at him.

"My current name is Sawamura Spencer Dawn. If you omit it, you can call me Sawamura Dawn. I'm from the Spencer family..."

After thinking for a while, he showed a helpless expression: "He is a member of the Spencer family for who knows how many generations, and he was also the head of the Sawamura family in the past."

"I came to see you just because maybe Eriri will run into some trouble in the future..."

"I'll help." Nomiyama interrupted him, picked up the fish from the tablecloth and put it into his mouth, mumbling, "I never said Eriri wasn't my friend. In my opinion, she's just faced with some choices and problems in life. I don't know what she will choose, but I've always regarded her as a friend."

After a pause, he added, "The lunch boxes that Sayuri prepares every day are delicious."

Sawamura Dawn took a deep breath and stood up. He walked towards the river, muttering, "That's it, I'm going down. I've never eaten the lunch box she prepared every day before, so it's a good deal for you."

Nomiya's lips curled up slightly, feeling happy. He liked this feeling that no one else had experienced but he had.

In a good mood, his voice was also a little lively. "So the day we caught Eriri, it was you, uncle, who was holding Eriri above the water, right?"

Sawamura Dawn looked back at him, thought for a moment, and then told him something: "The river I'm about to walk into, the Sanzu River, is very magical. There are many dead people lined up underneath."

Speaking of this, he softened slightly: "I was slightly lucid that day, but it was just my instinctive reaction as a father. I couldn't bear to see my daughter get into an accident in front of me."

He looked up at the boy on the slope and the fishing rod beside him. "Nomiyama-san, your hook and rod are very special. The reason I've been here for so long, watching you in the river, is probably because I bumped into your hook. I don't know how it works, but you'd better be careful next time to avoid catching anything strange."

"One thing I've confirmed and seen is that it once ran to the road along the Sanzu River and dangled there. I don't know where else it could have gone. Maybe one day I'll catch a big one for you."

Nomiya looked down at his fishing rod and curled his lips.

Nonsense, if my fishing rod is not special, how could I catch strange creatures that can poison people to death every day? It can't be that I am simply hated by the creatures in the water.

He reached out, wrapped the remaining half of the sashimi in a tablecloth, and threw it down the slope.

Sawamura Dawn reached out to take it and looked at him in confusion.

Nomiyama glanced disdainfully at his large, empty chest and abdomen. "If you're going to queue up at Sanzu River, eat something good before you go. Be alert and don't lose face."

Sawamura Dawn lowered his head, looked at the small amount of sashimi wrapped in the white table cloth, and tightened his grip.

Holding the wrapped salmon, he turned around and didn't look back. He just waved and said, "Thank you so much, Feng Zao-san. See you in the next life."

"No, I'm not interested in seeing you again. Outsiders should just be reborn somewhere else."

"How rude! I don't know what Eriri sees in you."

Sawamura Dawn muttered something, raised his foot, and fell into the river.

Nomiyama watched the golden-haired man walk into the river without making a splash.

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Bending down and sitting down, he took out a new tablecloth from his backpack and spread it out.

Then he began to cut up the remaining half of the fish.

What I just gave to the other person was just half of the leftover salmon.

After all, the fish caught this time was very big.

After cutting it, he reached out and grabbed a few slices.

Stunned, he turned his head and looked at Yukinoshita who had returned to the river alone.