Chapter 48: Yuichiro: I was shocked.

In the small and dim room.

Clang! Clang!

The wild wind outside carried the rainwater, constantly beating against the wooden house, making a crashing sound.

The cold and damp breath seeped in from every crevice of the wooden house.

"Cough! Cough!"

The woman with her eyes tightly closed was lying on the damp bed, her face was flushed, she was constantly coughing, and her consciousness was somewhat blurred:

"...so... so cold..." she was unconsciously murmuring.

"...Mom! Are you okay...?"

The child wearing a light blue cloud-patterned summer dress was leaning over his mother, shouting worriedly, his heart was extremely anxious:

"Dad, dad went to pick herbs, he will be back soon!"

"So..."

He looked at his mother with her eyes tightly closed, her eyelids constantly trembling, her slightly open mouth was choked, and he became extremely panicked for a while.

What should I do...

A suffocating sense of helplessness surged in his heart.

The child began to look around, trying to find help—but in his home, where could there be other people to help him.

I...

What can I do?

He questioned himself in his heart, the anxiety and panic made him, who was only ten years old, fall into helplessness.

Patter, patter.

Tears the size of beans flowed out of his eyes, falling down his face onto the damp wooden floor.

In the end, he could only close his eyes, his trembling mouth was pursed, and he hugged his mother who was lying on the bed covered with a blanket:

"Mom...! Whoo..."

At this moment.

A voice, even more sharp than his, came:

"Don't cry, Muichiro!"

Yuichiro was sitting at the entrance, he was holding his arms, his eyes were staring at the wooden door that was constantly shaking by the wind, his fingers were constantly tapping on his arm:

"It's so noisy!"

He looked exactly like Muichiro, only his eyebrows were frowning, and his eyes were anxious.

Yuichiro turned his back to his brother and mother, he faced the wooden door that his father would open when he came back:

"You're so annoying!"

He stared at the shaking wooden door.

—Why hasn't he come back yet.

His fingers kept tapping on his arms, Yuichiro breathing was heavy and rapid.

"Tsk!"

He had advised his father long ago not to go out in such bad weather.

He advised so many times!

Father still went out!

Mother too!

He said so many times, pay more attention to your body, and rest.

And worked until he got a fever!

"...Damn it!" Yuichiro gritted his teeth, the nervous sweat slid down his forehead, he felt his eyes were a bit sour.

As a child of only ten years old, Yuichiro felt for the first time that adults were so foolish.

Disobedient adults really annoyed him!

Patter, patter, patter...

The sound of fingers tapping on the arm was clearly audible.

Muichirou's crying slowly sobbed, he slowly sat up, turned his head and looked at his brother:

"...Brother."

Seeing that Yuichiro had no intention of paying attention to him.

He sniffed his red nose, lowered his head, twisted a new towel, and covered it on his mother's forehead again.

In an instant.

Inside the house, apart from the faint coughing and panting of the mother, all that could be heard was the rustling rain washing on the ground outside.

Just as Yuiichiro was getting impatient and ready to stand up.

Creak——Bang!

The wooden door in front of him was suddenly pulled open, and the cold air carrying raindrops rushed into the house.

Drenched all over, with rainwater dripping from the tips of his hair,Tokito Tadaichiro, with deep red hair tied into a small braid at the back of his head, appeared at the door.

He was panting heavily, his expression somewhat anxious, he managed to muster a smile and shouted into the house:

"Yuichiro, Muichiro! I'm back!"

Saying this, he quickly stepped aside and reached out to Kokushibo, the purple-black snake-patterned feather weave behind him.

Then he pulled.

Rip——

The sound of the feather weave tearing came.

It didn't move.

The corner of Tokito Tadaichiro's smiling mouth stiffened, he quickly glanced at the peculiarly textured fabric in his hand, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:

"Sir...please come in quickly."

He didn't care about anything else, he looked back at his wife in the house somewhat anxiously:

"The cold wind is coming in...my wife can't stand it..."

Kokushibo, who was observing the inside of the house, paused slightly at his words.

He looked inside, at the woman lying there.

As a long-time demon, he hadn't felt 'how fragile humans really are' for a long time.

But he, who reacted quickly, still took a step into the house.

——Bang!

Then, Tokito Tadaichiro, whose hands were sweating, quickly closed the door, ensuring that there was no gap for the cold wind to seep in, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

As Tokito Tadaichiro wiped the sweat from his forehead and then turned around.

He was somewhat surprised to find that his son——

Tokito Yuiichiro, was standing in the hallway with a horrified look on his face, his pupils trembling violently as he looked this way.

His body was stiff, a chill climbed up his spine, and his scalp was numb.

——What...

In Yuiichiro's pale blue eyes, Kokushibo's six eyes were reflected, observing everything around him.

——What is this thing...?!

He looked to the side, at his father.

Is it dad, who came back with dad?!

Yuiichiro's face was pale, his tightly furrowed brows trembling, he just looked at that guy once, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Even if he thought adults were foolish before.

But it was just foolish.

And now.

He and Kokushibo's six pupils made eye contact.

There are words in the eyes...

What is this word...damn, I don't recognize it at all!

Looking down, Yuiichiro took advantage of the room's light and noticed the hilt made of flesh and blood at Kokushibo's waist.

Even though I don't know what this is!

But obviously, it's not right at first glance!

...Stupid dad!!

Yuiichiro didn't know what he was thinking anymore.

He pinched his thigh to force himself to calm down.

Gulp.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva that had accumulated due to nervousness.

"...Hey, dad." Yuiichiro's voice was somewhat trembling, he sneakily glanced at Kokushibo, and then quickly withdrew his gaze:

"...What."

"...What did you bring back?

Tadaichiro saw that his son was quite scared, he quickly stepped forward two steps, gently patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Don't be like that, this person is a guest."

"Be a little polite."

?

——Polite?!

Yuiichiro was taken aback, he took a step back, and looked at his father with a shocked and incredulous look.

"What are you thinking...ah."

He almost unconsciously muttered.

Tadaichiro, on the other hand, had both hands on Yuiichiro, he turned his head back, and apologized to Kokushibo with a smile:

"Sorry, my child hasn't seen many people, it's rude."

Then, he pulled Yuiichiro and quickly walked to his wife's side.

Muichiro also raised his head at this moment, subconsciously looked back.

But when he saw Kokushibo, he just paused slightly.

He didn't react much.

He immediately turned around and said to Tadaichiro:

"Dad! Did you bring back the... the herbs?"

Yuichiro, who was next to him, saw that Muichirou seemed as if nothing had happened, and he slightly frowned.

He quietly turned his head to look in Kokushibo's direction.

—Only to see Kokushibo as if he was deep in thought.

He closed his upper and lower pairs of eyes.

Only leaving the middle pair of eyes open.

At first glance, he seemed no different from a normal person with a birthmark.

Yuichiro was lost in thought, he almost dully turned his head back, pretending as if nothing had happened.

In his heart, only one sentence echoed.

—It's over.

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