At this time, three hours had passed since Ormet got Ryōei's address from the police station and found his way here.

After saying goodbye to the old man Tsuruo Matsumoto and entering the villa, the symbol of peace stood up easily and looked around with a pair of blue eyes that were very similar to the blonde boy's …

The ceiling was very high, surprisingly high, as if it was anticipating the future, giving Ormet the space to move his body freely.

He thanked the boy and put on the very fitting slippers that the boy gave him and walked further into the monotonous sand-colored house. To be honest, everything was different from what Ormet had imagined. He thought that there would be a lot of game consoles and comics that the boy liked. The spacious house was terribly empty. The entire main living room only had an LCD TV in the middle, a sofa, an old rattan table, and a clothes rack and cupboard at the door. There were only five pieces of furniture in total.

Ormet, who was feeling a little strange, was led by the boy through the open-air, clean, but obviously unused swimming pool and the small green garden used to house the rabbits. The two of them finally arrived at the side room.

They climbed up the spiral staircase to the second floor and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the room that the boy usually lived in. Ormet felt that the whole empty villa was a little livelier.

This time, it was not much different from what he had imagined. The room was a little messy. There were various types of Ormet's figurines on the bookshelves and the desk. The wall was covered with out-of-print Ormet stickers and some strange small parts were scattered on the carpet. The thing that made Ormet want to laugh the most was the huge Ormet themed banner that the boy pulled up in the house.

"O っ With … Hero? O _ O _ O _ O _ O?

Ha … "Ormet felt that the childish boy was a little cute and could not help but laugh. However, when the boy's room flashed past his eyes again, he put on the exclusive smile of Ormet and smiled at the boy who had just changed into regular clothes and said," … Well … Are we going to your room to talk? "

The moment he closed the door, he heard this sentence. The young man's face stiffened inexplicably as he pondered. After coughing a few times to cover it up, he turned and said seriously, "Ahem … Can we go to the living room on the second floor?

Sorry … I asked Ormet to wait for me at the door to change clothes … "

"It's okay," Ormet touched his head embarrassedly because the trigger of this matter should be attributed to him, "Haha … Actually, it's my fault for disturbing you in the middle of the night …"

"Ah … It's actually nothing … Hmm … So … It must be something important …" The words changed according to his heart. The words that were rehearsed in his mind became completely different when they blurted out. As though he had made up his mind, the blue-eyed boy suddenly raised his head and stared at Ormet's face. He said word by word, "Ormet didn't come here for the so-called 'inviting me to your office after graduation' reason. It sounds impossible. There must be other more important reasons, right?"

"…"

The lie was exposed suddenly. The silence followed by the ending sound fell on the empty room. At this time, the two-meter-tall blond young man changed his gaze to that of a bystander. He stared at the 1.7-meter-tall blond boy who seemed familiar. After a while, he opened his dry lips …

"Ah … Haha … Sorry … My bad habit of asking for the root of the matter is back again," the blond boy broke the strange atmosphere first. He scratched his hair and smiled shyly, "I'm so sorry just now … Ah — Ormet, can you wait in the living room first?

Sorry … I'll go prepare some tea … Sorry, please wait a little longer … "

Before his voice died away, the wooden sliding door was pushed open by the boy's palm that was covered with red scars in a panic. The spring rain was like silk threads that were disturbed. The dripping sound from the door echoed in every corner of the room …

The boy's footsteps were accompanied by the rain. He seemed to be in a hurry. Ormet saw him take a tea set from the closet and run to the other side of the corridor as if he was running away.

Watching the boy's back leave the warm light step by step and gradually sink into the dark blue and lonely shadow of the moon, Toshinori Yagi was at a loss and stayed where he was. He opened his mouth again and imitated the boy's tone of expectation and fear.

"So … What are you trying to say … Yagi …"

*

The silver-white spout of the teapot poured out a few strands of white amber tea. After touching it a few times, Liang Ying finally got the temperature she wanted.

The boy held the green teacup firmly in his palm that looked like a red tree stump. When the tea flowed into the pattern on the mouth of the teacup, the boy put the teapot down at the right time.

He placed the teacup and snacks on the plate where it was easy to reach and was also ornamental. Suddenly, Ryōei looked at his basically healed right hand in a daze and said to himself, "Strange … It seems like my recovery ability has been getting stronger and stronger since I was ten years old …"

He moved his fingers and the burn marks on them were faintly discernible. "It's only been less than ten days … It's a little abnormal … Is it because of the diet … or is it because of the potion …"

After thinking for a while, Ryōei could not figure out the exact reason. He sighed and lowered his right arm that was covered in scars. He helplessly looked at the tea tray by the side and stared at the slowly rising white smoke for a while. The blond boy twitched the corner of his mouth and scratched his hair. He said, "Ha … Speaking of which … He became aggressive again just now … I just told him not to use words to force people to tell the truth a few days ago … Bastard —"

"…"

"But … I'm a little bothered by it." After a short silence, the golden-haired boy got rid of the thoughts that went against his will. In this room where there was no one else but him, the golden-haired boy lowered his eyes and leaned against the wall. He stared at the light brown floorboards beneath his feet and smiled bitterly. "… I knew that I would have to deal with the police in the first place.

Uncle V will mention me sooner or later … "

"Haha … I don't know what to do when that day really comes …" The boy who had always regarded his father and Ormet as his idols, at this time, after facing his biological father, his position in addressing his father as his father had unknowingly shifted a little in his heart. "… It's completely different from facing my mother …"

The boy noticed that his breathing was a little uneven, and his chest was so heavy that it was uncomfortable. He decisively gave up thinking about it. He stood up straight, rubbed his somewhat dejected face, and cheered himself up again. Ryōei picked up the tea tray and walked to the living room on the second floor.

"Sorry to keep you waiting …" Putting the tea tray on the glass table, the bowing boy hesitated for a second, but finally chose to sit opposite Ormet.

"Because it's very late … I've prepared some flower and fruit tea and some dried fruits … I hope you don't mind …"

"Haha … why would I mind … I've already troubled you … haha …" With an embarrassed smile, Ormet and Ryōei held their respective teacups. The sweet and warm water flowed from their throats into their bodies, but it could not dispel the gloominess in their hearts.

"Hmm … Then let's talk … I really don't want to invite you to my firm after graduation … Ah, wait, of course it doesn't mean that we can't … Err … I mean …" As the thoughts gradually revealed themselves, the tension gradually surged in their hearts like the storm outside the window. The blond young man could not help but scratch his hair. He shifted his gaze from the boy to the shadow reflected by the teacup. He looked at the smiling "Symbol of Peace". He froze for a moment and did not say anything again …

The sound of the clock's turning broke through the encirclement of the rain. Like a swaying sharp blade, it slashed the hearts of the two again and again. A suffocating feeling enveloped their hearts.

Ormet clenched his fists, feeling a vague pain coming from his stomach. It was as if his soul was being pulled out, and he lost all his strength for a moment …

Are you really going to tell him?

Toshinori Yagi?

The voice in his heart was like a sudden judgment. It began to accompany time, constantly torturing the brain of the blond young man.

You know your situation, maybe it won't be long before …

Ha … Do you have the heart to tell him … and make them sad?

… It's better to forget and hate …

This is your son, a child named Yoshihide Yagi. He looks forward to you and admires you. Even without you, he has a good life. Like others, you're their "pillar". The pillar can't be hurt, can't show pain, can't be destroyed, and can't die.

You can't imagine what will happen to him if he loses his "pillar", can you?

You can't bear to see the light in his eyes extinguish. As a "father", you can't bear to see your "son" disappointed.

You really love him, very much.

Even though this was the first time you had officially met, you could feel the joy and relief in your chest. You could also feel the intimacy that came from your bloodline. Even though he was already a teenager, you still treated him as a child. The absence and lateness of more than ten years made it impossible for you to imagine how sad he would be when you first met him.

We both know that pain can be endured, but you should be the one to accept this emotional hurt, not him.

Because you are the "Symbol of Peace", and the "Symbol of Peace" should support everything.

You, can't fall …

Thousands of thoughts only lasted for a short moment. Toshinori Yagi felt a bitter aftertaste on his tongue, like rain, flowing silently in his heart.

Maintaining the smile on his face that seemed to say, "There's no one that I, Olmet, can't save." He manipulated the muscles at the corners of his mouth. As he smiled, he explained with ease and ease, "Haha … It's mainly because I heard that you're applying for the Hero Academy, but now you're injured … I feel a little sorry. After all, it's the responsibility of us professional heroes, so I came to visit you …"

"Well … seeing that you're recovering well, I'm relieved. Haha … It's getting late, I won't bother you anymore …" After saying that, he stood up, trying not to look at the face in front of him …

Boom —

It was close to summer, but the spring thunder was still ear-piercing. The storm wrapped in cold rain kept rushing in through the window. The thick rain was more bone-chilling than the winter snowflakes, like a centipede, crawling and biting the boy's spine.

Temporarily distracted by the spring thunder, when Ormet turned around with a smile, he was faced with a face as pale as paper, torn apart by the strong wind and forcibly pieced together.