While Shogo Tokiwa was in class, Gates followed the route in his memory and came to the door of a hair salon.
He raised his hand and put it on the door, but when he saw the two people inside the door who were constantly busy with happy smiles from the heart on their faces, the force he was pushing on the door handle became lighter. Finally, he turned around and looked up at the blue, cloudless sky with a complicated expression.
Is this the history after King Shi changed his mind?
Finally, he breathed a long sigh of relief and turned to leave.
"Now that you have your own life, you who have lost your power and have no memories related to the alien knights do not want or need to get involved in things like alien knights anymore, uncle Qianqiao."
I already don’t want to see you die in front of me again!
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October 14th.
From nine to five.
"We're back."
After returning home from school, as soon as Tokiwa Shogo entered the door, he saw his uncle Junichiro Tokiwa repairing something... that had nothing to do with a clock.
"Uncle, what is that?"
"Hey, Shogo, don't you know about video recorders? Another customer asked me to repair this..." Junichiro Tokiwa fiddled with the parts removed from the recorder, his expression gradually becoming tangled, "Obviously our home is a watch shop."
Hearing this, Tsukuyomi asked doubtfully: "By the way, are there any customers coming to repair the clock?"
Gates put the bag in his hand aside and echoed: "Speaking of which, we really haven't seen each other since we got here."
After hearing these words, Tokiwa Shougo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laugh: "Probably, come once every three months or so."
"Eh? Three months? So little."
"Hey, it's all because the ladies at the annex helped me spread the word that the boss who works from 9 to 5 can fix anything. But in the end, none of the people who came here are clock repairers."
"Well, what they advertise is right. TVs, air conditioners, refrigerators. Uncle, you can really fix everything."
"No, no, no, before, someone asked me to restore the broken vase to its original state." Facing Tokiwa Shogo's compliment, Junichiro Tokiwa took apart the video recorder in his hand, but there was a trace of sincere helplessness on his face. He couldn't laugh or cry, "I decisively refused. How can I fix it? I'm not a magician."
"Magician!?" Suddenly he heard a very important word, and Tsukuyomi's already depressed mood immediately rose.
Faced with Tsukuyomi's question, Junichiro Tokiwa was even more surprised than Tsukuyomi.
"Eh? Don't you know? I thought you young people would prefer this kind of thing. He is a world-class and popular magician. It is said that every one of his magic performances is close to a miracle, so there is a magician title."
"What? It turns out he's a magician." Tsukuyomi suddenly lost interest.
On the contrary, Tokiwa Shogo has become more and more interested in this.
"Magician... I really want to see with my own eyes what real magic is like."
Hearing Tokiwa Shogo's expectant voice, Junichiro Tokiwa stopped disassembling the video recorder.
"Oh, Shogo, do you want to see 'Magic'?"
"Yes, I want to see it!"
"That's just right. He will be performing at a nearby convention venue soon. Here, this is a flyer."
Junichiro Tokiwa smiled and picked up a leaflet that looked like the cover of a horror movie from the counter and handed it to Shogo Tokiwa.
"Oh oh oh oh - this is so awesome!"
Looking at the torn scenes drawn on the leaflet, Tokiwa Shogo suddenly screamed out in surprise, causing Tsukuyomi and Gates to come over and look at the leaflet in his hand.
"Honestly, is this really a scene a magician could pull off?"
"Whether it's true or not, won't you know when you go to see one? However, if you really decide to go, you must book your tickets in advance! You know, that one is very popular!"
"That's it, let's go see it, Tsukuyomi!"
After listening to the words of his uncle Junichiro Tokiwa, Shogo Tokiwa immediately sent an invitation to Tsukuyomi in anticipation.
Although, before Tsukuyomi could say anything, Gates was already the first to feel unhappy.
He walked up to Tokiwa Shougo and said in his ear: "Tokio, listen carefully, we are not here to play in this era. Besides, you are not ours at all..."
--friend.
His mouth opened and closed silently twice. It was obvious that he could speak two words smoothly before without any burden, but now it became difficult to even say them.
Why?
Because...do I already regard him as a friend?
No! impossible! !
I will never admit it!
Tokiwa Shougo looked at Gates who suddenly stopped like this and sighed silently in his heart.
Hey, the struggle in your heart is clearly written on your face.
There is really nothing I can do against you.
Tokiwa Shogo raised his hand, slapped Gates on the head mercilessly, and pushed him away.
"Let me tell you, why are you being so sentimental? I am mainly inviting Tsuyomi, Tsuyomi, you are just incidental, it doesn't matter if you go or not, do you understand?"
"ha?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it seems you don't understand... But since I said it, you should understand now, right?"
Seeing the same unbeatable expression on Tokiwa Shogo's face as before, Gates was almost furious and wanted to punch Tokiwa Shogo's head off, not to mention wondering whether he considered Tokio a friend. .
"Sure enough, it's impossible for you and I to be friends!"
After saying these words, Gates walked up the stairs.
Tokiwa Shougo shrugged, walked to Tsukuyomi and chuckled: "Where is Tsukuyomi? Do you want to accompany me?"
Tsukuyomi looked at Tokiwa Shogo in front of her, but she couldn't help but recall the scene in her mind where he stood in front of her in order to protect her, and then collapsed. After a moment, she came back to her senses and looked at him who was still patiently waiting for her answer. Tokiwa Shougo smiled softly: "Well, it sounds interesting, I will go."
"Great! So, uncle, do you want to go and see it?"
Junichiro Tokiwa shook his head and said, "No, I don't need to. You young people can go ahead."
"Really? Then I'll be polite and only order three tickets."
"Eh? Three?"
Tsukuyomi blinked in confusion, then turned his head, looking in the direction of the stairs and immediately reacted, the smile on the corners of his lips became gentler.
"That's right, you do need three."
On the second floor, Gates, who was leaning sideways on the armrest, listened to the movement downstairs. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he quickly disappeared.
However, I closed the page where I was booking tickets on my phone.
