murder begins in summer

Facing him, although its small body can't help him block any arrows, however, when its yellow eyes look at the bows and arrows surrounding it, as well as the sword-wielding warriors rushing over, it feels like scanning. Extremely contemptuous.Before the swordsman could pick it up and throw it away, a dozen warriors were already in sight. He protected the fox between his feet to prevent it from being stepped on. There should be a clang, but there is only a muffled clang on the ground——

The sword fell, and the samurai fell to the ground, with a murderous look on his face, like all samurai.And all the guards with bows and arrows.

The swordsman touched his chest in a daze, but there was no more bleeding there, and even the cluster of arrows was gone.

Time seemed to flow backwards, as if it had stopped suddenly. He couldn't feel any movement on the ground between his feet. He lowered his head and looked down with tears in his eyes. The fox was lying on the ground with a severed tail beside him.

There was a bone exposed, which was bitten off from the root abruptly, and it was the one he had healed.

There is only a small pool of blood on that piece of land, and the little fox even bleeds in small drops.

Is the blood of gods also red?

The swordsman fell to his knees and picked it up.

"What are you doing?" he yelled. "You can bite your own tail? Huh? What are you doing?"

The fox curled into a small ball in his hand, I don't know if it was because of pain.It opened its mouth, and it seemed to be smiling, and the swordsman felt that it was smiling, as if saying, I'm just soft.

The swordsman's back was drenched in cold sweat, and his mind was filled with those few words, when the tail is cut off, the day the fox dies... No, no!He tried his best not to let his hand holding the fox tremble, and at this moment, he couldn't even say a word.

But someone spoke to break the terrible silence for him, and the voice lingered in his ears, infinitely gentle and lingering——

"Brother," the swordsman held his breath and listened intently to the string of hallucinatory words, "As a patron saint, I can't protect my own people in today's world. If I can't make any changes to this world, just Go to the sidelines and give unnecessary blessings, what is the meaning of the existence of gods... And you have helped me save many people, and you have saved me... At that time, I was eager to repair the ninth tail, and hurt people Even though I was a villain, I was punished by lightning, which broke my most beautiful tail, but I also... met you. You repaired me, it. I want to give it back to you."

The voice of the fox was like this, thin and transparent, and it fell apart when it touched the ears, just like an ordinary little boy, like a spring entwining him, there is no such charm as Grandma Yoshimura said, but The swordsman was dazzled.The fox has learned to call him brother, like those chattering younger brothers and sisters, calling him elder brother. It turns out that the fox is not indifferent to family visits in the past, but listens carefully.

"Brother, I do have some differences..." The fox insisted on looking at him, there was not much pain in those eyes, only a dull and sad expression, "I am not a human being, and I may not be. , I really think, to you, I am also different..."

The swordsman kept his head down, and when the fox finished speaking, "It's different...it's different!" The swordsman cried out as if dying, but the fox didn't agree anymore, but curled up quietly in his arms.The fainted girl was wrapped in a quilt by the villagers and carried away tremblingly. The swordsman also hid in the forest with the hairball in his arms. After an unknown period of time, it was frozen in his hands, and the morning sun also slid to sunset. A scar was born, and the dying sun was dim blood.

The swordsman kept thinking, thinking, the death of mortals is the same, the death of gods is also the same, and gods will die too!

God died for him!

When you die, there is no golden light, no flying white butterflies, only a body left behind.

Is it because it hasn't had time to grow into a real god?It tried to hurt a villain, to make a little change in the world, and was struck half to death by lightning.The rules of all things are really unshakable, fair and just.

The swordsman knelt on the spot for a day and a night, with the full moon hanging over his head, he brought this body back to his residence.

Since then he has stayed behind closed doors, because he doubts everything.The righteousness he insisted on and was impulsive for, his arrogance, his refutation of good and evil... He was doubting himself after all.

How can a mere person fight against an entire era?In fact, he is destined to be a meat eater. His relatives, friends, and blood are all weights on the times.Now even the only little fox is gone, a small, firm point of support for him.It was he who couldn't keep it.

The swordsman was depressed like this for three years.

Until that day, one autumn day three years later, the fox enshrined in the shrine disappeared.

It was neither bad nor rotten, as if it was asleep, and it seemed to be able to hear its tiny snoring when meditating.

Of course it's just as if.

When the swordsman woke up and looked at the empty shrine, he thought he would go crazy and run around desperately looking for its whereabouts, but he didn't.He thought almost calmly.A thief?Not sure, but the idea of ​​chopping up the thief was surging.Or does it just disappear by itself?Turn into flying powder, or turn into light?Is the god finally gone?Don't let him take a look.

The swordsman sat down upright, with the point of the knife inserted into the floor, and his hands resting on the handle of the knife, his whole figure was like a sharp sword that had not yet been forged.The possibility of a thief has been basically ruled out. He sleeps by the side of the shrine. He sleeps very lightly, but he hasn't heard the slightest movement.

The swordsman's heart was suddenly filled with an extremely powerful certainty, neither hope nor despair, he took the knife and went out.

The fox said that to protect the people of this side of water and soil, the fox is no longer here, so he should do this... Now the fox is completely gone, and he has completely left him, and he has been having a nightmare for three years, and it is too late. For three years!

A few days later, after clearing away a nest of bandits who were burning, killing and looting, and secretly visiting his mother, the swordsman still felt empty in his heart. On the night of the full moon, he returned home.

The door was open.

Someone was squatting under the mulberry tree that had begun to lose its leaves again, lazily holding a grass stalk in its mouth, and seemed to be falling asleep.A snow-white young man, wearing a snow-white feather, seemed to be transparent in the breeze and cold light.

The swordsman was nailed to the door.

The man also jumped up vigilantly, and when he saw who it was, he immediately laughed.He finally learned to laugh truly. At this moment, he is satisfied when he has the person he wants to wait for.

As a refined animal, this fox may have failed a bit, wasting a full 890 or nine years of hard work.But he did come in exchange for a big wish. When he was about to become a fox god, it blocked the blood gushing from his sweetheart's mouth, slept for a while, and became a human boy.

When he slept, he stayed in reincarnation for three days, but he felt that it had been a long time. Now he finally woke up and ran around on the street for a few days trying to imitate human beings, but his voice was always hoarse, and he hadn't learned how to make a sound yet. I think that I have not found a good teacher, and only the one who can call me ナナ can teach well.As a result, when he returned home, the swordsman disappeared. He no longer had the ability to know the direction, and he could no longer quietly penetrate into the swordsman's soul and talk to him.

However, as a clever ナナ, Xiaohu is now waiting to return to the swordsman, and of course he can explain who he is. He remembers how to write quite clearly—I think back then, in that late autumn, and that midwinter, he was lurking every night. On the swordsman's shoulders, he rolled himself into a furry long handkerchief. He wanted to keep the swordsman warm, but at the same time he was warmed by the swordsman. He remembered the smooth touch on the back of his neck, which was unexpectedly soft... He had seen the sword How many letters and verses have been copied by the scholar!

Those were the days when he had lived alone for more than [-] years, the few days he was most like living!

That's right, that's right, Xiaohu remembered one more thing. The wish he had made included one. He was indeed a bit greedy, but he really wanted to see a cherry blossom with his swordsman—he made this wish Xu Jin and their reunion, he begged the biggest fox god to help him.At this moment, he walked towards the swordsman and raised his hand, the mulberry tree immediately shed all its green leaves, its branches stretched out, buds emerged, and brilliant flowers bloomed.

Through a few falling petals, the little fox stood on tiptoe, looked into those eyes like ink, and suddenly understood in his heart—the swordsman had recognized him.

He could no longer hear what the swordsman was thinking, but he could feel that the swordsman was speaking to him in his heart.

What are you talking about?It must taste sweet.

Xiaohu still insisted on proving who he is, lowered his eyelashes shyly, grabbed the swordsman's hand, and pressed his soft fingertips on the palm covered with a thin layer of calluses, just like in those days when the brush soaked the flat rice paper, he He couldn't bear to raise his head again, looked at the swordsman, smiled, and wrote slowly on his hand:

"世の中は三日见ぬ间桜かな."

I haven't seen Fang for three days,

The world is full of cherry blossoms.

The swordsman froze, like a fool, Xiaohu blinked and waved his palm in front of his eyes, are you stupid?He wanted to ask, but his wrist was immediately grabbed.The swordsman hugged him vigorously, and rubbed him into his arms until he fainted, and then bit his mouth for a while, making him blush and short of breath.

Brother, what is this?Xiaohu wrote in the palm of his hand.

"It's a kiss." The swordsman replied very honestly.

Is it the same as licking?Licking meat porridge, licking honey, delicious.Xiaohu wrote again.

"No," the swordsman pinched his nose, and then hugged him across the waist, so surprised that he grabbed his collar and hugged his neck again, "kissing is something that can only be done with the one you love. .Something only Nana and I can do."