This is a story about Natsume Takashi's granddaughter: her past, her memories, and her dreams. You could say it's both a Natsume's Book of Friends fanfic and not one.
Natsume Haruyo is an ordinary Japanese high school student, fifteen years old. Aside from being able to see yokai, she's completely ordinary.
I'm Natsume Haruyo. I'm scared of this world full of yokai and danger, yet I'm also curious about my grandfather, who lived more than thirty years ago. What kind of person was he?
After Natsume Takashi died, Madara took the Book of Friends away as they had previously agreed. There were still many names in it, but Madara discovered that without Natsume blood, the book was completely useless. So, fifteen years after another child with powerful spiritual energy was born into the Natsume family, Madara returned here with the Book of Friends.
This will be a short story. Though it is short, it will be told over several chapters. The author isn't very good at connecting scenes, so the story will be written as a series of short tales. I hope you'll forgive me.
Emmm, why don't you continue to write such a good joke?