-Preparation for special training-
-From Mayu Ryomen's point of view -
There was only the winding, long, wooded road between us and the dormitory and we had finally reached our destination, which I had been longing for. Certainly not because I hadn't enjoyed my time with Satoru, but because the tiredness was dragging at me like a ball and chain. And I felt it with every step I took, which seemed more and more sluggish.
And yet the evening, which was now stretching into the deep, cool night, was never supposed to end. Could I just say how much I had loved this deep conversation with Satoru?
I finally got a slightly deeper insight into his character, behind which my interest had been creeping since our first meeting.
After my wave of questions thrown at him, it was of course not lost on me that he felt, how should I put it best, cornered...! Initially, his answers just gushed out of him, which were detailed, but with each subsequent answer he became more deliberate and withdrawn.
Incidentally, this was also based on reciprocity, as I was far from revealing everything on a platter, which in my opinion still had to remain hidden. But there were certainly other evenings or other opportunities to talk again. I felt that today was the first part of a larger series of revelations. Today was also the first time since my last conversations with Uraume about the curses that I was able to open up to someone else. And without them looking at me askance, peering around the corner or pointing a Jesus cross at me and already opening the bottom drawer or dialing the number of an exorcist.
All due priority to my parents...
The ones I needed it from the most.
The people who should have given me the greatest support and understanding that I had longed for...
But there was nothing. Nothing but the opposite. They were understandably afraid. They had vehemently decided against even trying to find out more about it. Instead, they dragged me from appointment to appointment. In the hope that they could turn me into a normal girl. To make it unmistakably clear to me that I was different after all.
Judging by Satoru's reaction, he had also expected a different kind of care that was usually given to his child than the one I had received. He was dismayed, even if his poker face spoke and showed otherwise. I clearly sensed and heard that he was displeased.
You could hold a face in front of my nose, but you certainly couldn't hide your emotions and feelings behind it. As a highly sensitive person, I immediately sensed any emotional movements.