10. Sento Sawamura.
That person and I are of the same kind.
I realized that from the moment our eyes met for the first time, but seeing him act as if nothing had happened is somehow disgusting.
On the other hand, the narrow-eyed man smiled and said as if it didn’t matter whether he thought so or not.
“Now, shall we have a deep talk?”
Sawamura Sento thought.
The guy in front of me is a brazen and absurd guy.
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He is like himself who has been acting with a mask on all his life.
Also, she recalled her memories.
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“Hey, mom.”
Sawamura Sento.
She She The point at which she recognized that she was different from others was around the time she entered elementary school.
The superior looks and innate intelligence given to her by her parents were also outstanding, but that wasn’t the usual kind of story.
“Can I do it this way?”
“Well, let’s see.”
Sento’s parents were open-minded at best and snobbish at worst.
Her father was a private loan business, and her mother enjoyed gambling activities such as horse racing and lottery tickets.
It’s not an ordinary level, but enough to squander some of the wealth given to me.
She was so engrossed that she would readily recommend it even to her only daughter.
“Is it more likely to place the numbers apart than to put them together like this?”
Sawamura Sento has been familiar with lottery numbers since she was a child, precisely around elementary school when she just realized the concept of numbers.
Before that, her mother, who was addicted to gambling, seemed unwilling to teach a child who couldn’t even arithmetic a lucrative pastime.
But how big did she think Sento was?
Or maybe it was because of her resourcefulness or the money in her pocket, depending on the day.
Sento’s mother invested 200 yen in her daughter to buy her a lottery ticket.
A mini lotto where you choose 5 numbers from ‘1’ to ’31’.
The winnings were also modest, only 10 million yen (approximately 100 million won).
I wouldn’t have expected much.
Sometimes it felt like a toy was thrown at her because she watched with interest as she hung on to the horse races on the television or entered the numbers.
“If I win, my daughter will take it all.”
“Really?!”
A very brief patronage.
Or whim.
Sento’s mother threw her lottery ticket at her and she immediately went on to other tasks.
The winning amount is low, and the capital used is only 200 yen. She
Had forgotten that she had given.
“Mom, you won.”
Tuesday, the draw day of the mini lotto.
Sento Sawamura, who watched the broadcast alone, calmly walked up to her and said.
Sento’s mother was puzzled at what her daughter was talking about, but she looked at the lottery papers her daughter had brought.
[ 1, 7, 15, 22, 31 ]
Checking the numbers on her sheet, she immediately turned her gaze to her TV.
A mini lottery lottery broadcast.
The presenter recited the number again.
[ Ah, I’m running out of numbers! The 417th Lotto of the Week number 5 is 1! 7! 15! 22! It’s 31! Congratulations to the winners! ]
“…… Uh huh?”
The 5 numbers my daughter picked last week became the winning numbers.
Sento looked at her mother’s trembling eyes pierced by her paper.
Clever since her childhood, she soon knew what her mother would say.
“…… Oh, good job my daughter! However… This is too much money for my daughter to manage, so mom will keep it and give it to my daughter when she becomes an adult?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Eight-year-old Sento readily answered.
It was a gamble she didn’t expect much of anyway, and there was no way her mother would pay me a lot of money.
Since she had never expected anything in the first place, she had no reason to feel disappointed either.
She just had a small dream as a daughter, hoping that her mother’s joy would last longer than usual.
She had an accident where her next-door neighbor Yoshimitsu, whom she was usually close to, was hit by a car the next day, but of course she thought it was something else.
It was sad, but I was more than happy that her mother had changed since she had free money and treated me better than usual.
“Hmm.”
Soon after, Sento’s mother brought a new sheet of paper in front of Sento who was doing her school homework.
“Come on, my daughter. Would you like to try this too?”
Sento’s mother was a believer in luck. She
She thought that each person had their own luck, and that her daughter was very lucky.
So this time she tried a bigger gamble instead of a mini lotto.
Lotto 7, a lottery ticket in which you choose 7 numbers from ‘1’ to ’37’.
The first prize was 600 million yen (approximately 6 billion won), and it was a lottery that went up to 1 billion yen if it was carried over.
One-time investment costs only 300 yen.
Sento’s mother took her big heart and went to the store near her and brought 100 sheets of her paper.
“Daughter, this time you can choose 7 numbers.”
I don’t expect to win the next round just because I won the first round, but if I were a normal parent, I wouldn’t have let him gamble in the first place.
Sento reluctantly filled 100 lottery sheets with different numbers, and the result was excellent.
[ The number of this week’s Lotto 7 is…… ]
“…… Ah!”
Looking at the matching number, Sento’s mother exclaimed.
Because it was carried over, the prize money was 1 billion yen (approximately 10 billion won).
It was a huge sum of money, not insignificant at all to her as a gambler and to her husband as her loan shark.
Watching her TV with her quivering pupils, she soon turned her attention to the daughter next to her.
She hugged Sento tightly and said.
“Ooh, my daughter. Wonderful, wonderful! What do you want? Mommy is everything, I’ll buy you everything!”
“Really?”
“Then buy everything!”
She was breathing heavily for a while before speaking after a moment of thought.
“…… Instead, let’s play numbers again next week?”
Whispered in Sento’s ear.
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A quiet space.
Sawamura Sento opened her eyes alone.
She stared at the familiar ceiling for a while, then got up from the bed.
She was ready to go to school as usual.
She had enough money to play and eat without doing anything all her life, but she didn’t want to.
She has long since completed her early education.
While drinking water, she suddenly looked around her house.
A house that is too spacious for a single student to live alone, with an empty living room and kitchen.
I don’t really feel like using it because I don’t have anything to use, but I bought a house because I felt unfair and regretful not to spend the money forever.
Well, there won’t be any more.
“…… Still, she did cook for me.”
There is no one anymore.
A car accident cost 10 million yen, but it was only natural that a billion yen (approximately 10 billion Korean won) would be bigger than that.
At first, I tried to resent the world, but as time passed, I gave up after realizing that I was the cause.
I knew that it was the world that gave me such a fate, but who should I hold on to and blame?
Because she couldn’t find the answer, she lived in vain, wearing her mask, and she barely found her clue until she entered high school.
Sawamura Sento pondered the story she heard yesterday from her dark-looking man.
…… Yokai, sorcery, magic, warriors, etc.
It’s not a regular movie, it’s a story that only comes out of folk beliefs or cartoons.
In other words, it was an absurd topic, but since his existence itself was already grotesque, there was nothing to disbelieve.
Yes, I had to believe.
“I bet he didn’t run away.”
All I heard yesterday was a brief explanation, but it was too late, so I had no choice but to agree to postpone it until tomorrow.
She looked tired all of a sudden, and the only person she could trust was the manipulative man.
Sento Sawamura worried in her heart and packed her bag before she left the house.
“Oh, what a chance meeting!”
I ran into a narrow-eyed man right away.
Ichimarushiki, dressed in a neat school uniform, waved his hand at his sloppy face.
Sawamura Sento completely erased her worries and faced him with a crumpled face.
“Is your house near here? Oh, then I guess I’ll go see my partner’s house and go hang out later!”
“Whoever wants.”
“hahahaha, of course we have to decide gradually. Wouldn’t it be better if we became closer than now?”
“… ….”
It’s embarrassingly shameless.
Similarly, the circumstances of the background investigation are obvious…….
Sawamura Sento didn’t bother to answer and went on his way with an expressionless expression.
“Hey, let’s walk together on the same road.”
“Please be quiet.”
Since then, Sento Sawamura has been in danger of breaking his mask all the way to school.
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Karakura High School, Class 1 A.
I went to school with Sawamura Sento and arrived at the classroom that was completely destroyed yesterday.
It was only natural that the traces left by the ghost would return to normal after death.
‘Well, things like the soul are different.’
It was a good thing for both of them, since you don’t have to leave behind the crime of destroying property when you gokai die.
Anyway, I tried to sit in the back seat with Sento smiling, but somehow the expression of Hotaru Ichinose in the front seat was not serious.
─Goooooh!
A face that would look perfect with that kind of sound effect.
Hotaru Ichinose, who was always on the cheerful side, had a very bloody expression today.
Again, the appearance of waiting for someone.
“…… Ah.”
I just heard the answer yesterday and passed out right away and had it delivered to my house, but it must have been a mistake.
…… Well, originally, children grow up fighting.
Aren’t high school students still children anyway?
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“Shiki yi!!!”
A tiger will come when I say it.
Today’s main character, Kenichi, arrived at the classroom in a hurry.
He looked around the classroom with his eyes wide open as he gasped for breath.
Soon, his gaze reached me as usual.
“…… What is it, is it a dream?”
Anyway, it seemed to be mistaken for a dream, but unfortunately, this was a cruel reality.
Hotaru, with a bloody look on his face, stood up from his seat while glaring at him.
That was a great murder.
─aaa!!
What happened soon after was so cruel, I turned my head and spoke to Sento in the seat next to me.
“Leave stupid Kenichi alone today, let’s go somewhere after school.”
“…… Where are you?”
Sawamura Sento looked at me with a face like, ‘You’ve been talking about something else until now?’
Have we become friends already? For some reason, it seems like I can hear the sound of my heart.
Feeling pleased with our growing intimacy, I also wanted to fulfill my duty as an information provider.
So we talked with a smile.
“This is my home!”
Finally, Sento’s expression became completely grotesque.