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Umaru Doma: "Natsume's story is finished."
Umaru Doma: "The art style is completely different, but it's so healing."
Umaru still seemed immersed in the fresh, timeless world of Natsume's Book of Friends—slightly melancholic, yet incomparably warm—and could not help sharing more of her thoughts.
Umaru Doma: "If Doraemon's story is a dreamlike adventure full of infinite possibilities amid warmth, and Hong Mao's story is a Jianghu filled with chivalry..."
Umaru Doma: "Then Natsume's story is like a gentle breeze passing through the heart, like a cup of tea at just the right temperature."
Umaru Doma: "It is the most delicate, gentlest bond between humans and yokai."
The beginning of the story also carried the wonderful feeling of a fated encounter.
The beginning seemed as cliché as something out of a novel. The male lead accidentally touched a rope and released a fierce yokai sealed inside a ritual tower. Then, after the yokai sprang out—eh? It was a plump white cat.
After that came one short story after another.
None of the stories were long. There were no battles, no conspiracies—only encounters, farewells, misunderstandings, protection, memories, and forgetting.
Yet such simple stories were gentle enough to make people want to cry.
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "Because gentle people will eventually encounter more gentle people and things, right?"
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "Natsume is someone gentle to the core."
After watching Takashi Natsume's Memory Copy, Daigo felt the same way.
Natsume had endured loneliness, misunderstanding, and rejection, yet he still carefully held that soft heart of his and treated every yokai he encountered with kindness. He returned every name and listened to old stories, joyful or sorrowful, that had spanned long years.
What the Book of Friends connected was not merely names. It was the "fate" between Natsume and the