Wasn't this faith thing a bit too overpowered?
Ah, faith really was something else—useful in so many ways. No wonder so many gods liked it.
He chose not to stay and accept the thanks of those who had been revived and their families, because he knew all too well what would happen next: tearful gratitude, incoherent words of thanks, people fainting from excitement, and so on.
Once that sort of scene began, it truly never ended. And there was a good chance they would insist on keeping him for dinner.
That was the hardest kind of situation to deal with.
If he ate at one family's home but not another's, the family he had not visited would wonder whether they had done something wrong, whether that was why Qianyi had not come. Then, whenever the matter came up, they would be filled with regret.
So, Qianyi chose to make a clean getaway.
Gotou Yugua and Kessoku Band (5K)
Lunch break, Shujin Academy rooftop.
The midsummer heat, carrying the buzz of cicadas, swept across the campus until even the air seemed to turn thick and sticky. It was scorching weather. The students had long since changed into cool summer uniforms, exposing pale arms and thighs, though that lovely sight would only last a few days—before long, all that skin would be tanned dark by the sun.
Qianyi leaned against the railing, taking in the campus scenery. Familiar footsteps sounded behind him. Ijichi Nijika rushed over in a few quick strides, while Yamada Ryo trailed leisurely behind her, expressionless as always.
The moment they met, Ijichi Nijika questioned him like an old mother, "Qianyi, haven't you been skipping class more and more often lately?"
"Skipping class..." Qianyi's tone turned wistful and melancholy. "I wouldn't call it that. It's just that the summer