"Sakumo... Sakumo..."
That critical hit left Chidori Cloud dazed. She leaned woozily against Hatake Sakumo's palm, her pink cheeks burning so hot she was almost seeing things.
"Huh? Why did you suddenly get so hot?"
Hatake Sakumo felt the temperature beneath his hand climbing until it seemed downright wrong. Frowning, he leaned closer and pressed his forehead against hers.
His forehead touched Chidori Cloud's scorching, crimson one.
Sizzle, sizzle.
The blissful girl's soul turned into invisible white mist, steaming upward and sublimating.
At last, it became a serene apparition ascending to heaven without a single regret, then vanished without a trace.
Amen. Where am I?
The girl asked.
Ah, this is heaven!
Watanabe Ichiro leaned back in his chair and raised his glass of water to hide his expression.
Oh~ What a wonderful sight~
So this is the joy of playing matchmaker~
I can't hold it back. I can't stop smiling! The corners of my mouth are about to fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!
Young love. How lovely!
Though Hatake Sakumo's social skills were practically nonexistent, and sometimes even dipped into the negatives, he could occasionally land a fatal blow on instinct alone.
Life was complicated, and fog often obscured the way. Most people felt their way forward through experience, using logic to tear through the mist before them. Hatake Sakumo, however, was the sort who charged straight ahead without a care.
If he was lucky, he charged out of the fog. If he wasn't, he plunged straight off a cliff.
But sometimes, even when he couldn't see the road ahead at all, he would simply reach out, inexplicably seize exactly the right hand, and step onto the best possible path.
His instinctive approach really was enviable.
"Yikes, this temperature isn't right.