[Comprehensive] A murder caused by a feather

"Hi, I'm Takashi Natsume."

When Natsume's voice came from the other end of the phone, Yayoi's nervous mood slowly calmed down, she stretched out her hand again to shave her cheeks, and exhaled a few breaths of hot air gently.

"Good evening, Natsume-san, I'm Kinoshita," she sat down, her slightly wet hair gently brushed the light blue bed sheet, leaving a faint mark, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late... I just wanted to Ask about monsters."

"Good evening, Kinoshita," the voice of the boy on the other end of the phone was still gentle, even though it was not real after the electric current, he still felt like a spring breeze, "I will tell you as much as I know."

He didn't say the word "youkai", only then did Yayoi realize that her behavior was a bit reckless.The person who answered the phone was surnamed "Fujiwara", and Yayoi glanced at the house number of the house where Natsume lived, not "Natsume", but she was not in a good mood at the time and didn't care much.

Natsume... probably was adopted, and he probably wasn't familiar with that town, otherwise he wouldn't have known Nanatsujiya had delicious steamed buns.And Natsume's current family members probably don't know that he can see monsters, and it seems that Natsume has no plans to let the other party know.

Just like Yayoi herself, she never thought about letting Yuko and Hideyoshi know about the changes in her body, and she has been trying her best to hide them these days.

"I'm sorry," Yayoi frowned slightly, and said apologetically, "I don't know...I'm sorry."

"Uh...don't worry, there is no such thing," Natsume didn't know why Yayoi apologized, and reassured her helplessly, "What is Kinoshita-san wanting to know?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Yayoi frowned, and the scene of that weird guy eating the corpse immediately appeared in her mind, and her toes curled up nervously.

"Natsume-san... do you know that youkai have many bodies?" She said softly, curling up with her feet on the bed.

"……Eh?"

"There are not only many individuals, but also the habit of eating corpses," she gently put her chin on her knees, and stirred the sheet with her left hand, "Calling herself Chubby, and said that only girls who have the qualifications to become magical girls can Can see it."

Such words are no longer considered asking questions, Natsume listened quietly for a while, and asked when Yayoi stopped: "Kinoshita-san, did you encounter any unhappy things recently?"

"Eh... Natsume-san knows all of this," Yayoi laughed at herself, "It's actually not a problem, it's just that I'm not used to seeing youkai's eyes."

She fell to her side and rolled on the bed.

"Ah, by the way, that monster still likes to tell people who can see it to sign a contract to become a magical girl or something..." She laughed as she spoke, "It's strange, isn't it? Natsume-san has encountered this type of person before. Is it a monster?"

Natsume Takashi's voice is very gentle, Yayoi likes that kind of voice with a flat tone, and feels that the fatigue of the day will be healed.

"Sorry, I don't know much about...," he said apologetically, "Let me help you with other..."

Natsume, who replaced the word "youkai" with silence, is indeed cute. Yayoi secretly curled the corner of her mouth, and rolled around on the bed again.

"Thank you, Natsume-san."

"Well...you're welcome."

After finishing the short phone call with Natsume Takashi, Yayoi lay flat on the bed in a large font, covered her warm cheeks with her hands, and murmured looking at the ceiling.

"The air... seems a bit stuffy."

>>>

It was another heart-stopping night for Yayoi.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the blue sky, white clouds, and high-rise buildings. Yayoi, who had a peaceful sleep after being healed by Natsume, couldn't be happier. She stretched out her hands to support the wall with a blank expression, and sat up.

This time the white-haired rogue did not appear in her line of sight, Yayoi hesitated for a while, and then lay down again after a while.

Regardless of whether there is something alive or not, she feels that sleep is the most important thing. She didn't sleep last night and was tired again today. Yayoi felt that if she didn't keep exercising every day, she should have been admitted to the hospital long ago.

Of course, she was too tired to talk now.

Not long after closing her eyes, she heard the "buzzing" sound of the air being broken, she opened her eyes suddenly, and a familiar big knife was flying straight towards the direction where she was lying down.

Yayoi opened her eyes wide, and finally rolled her body at the last second, narrowly avoiding the attack of the black knife.

"what are you doing?!"

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will be angry if he is suddenly attacked.Panting heavily, Yayoi looked at the big knife that was pierced straight into the glass, causing a crack in the glass, and then looked up at the white-haired boy with an angry smile.

The other party was still dressed in that ridiculously white dress, and the corners of the snow-white clothes swayed slightly with his movements.He pulled the white cloth in his hand and took back the black knife.

The white-haired boy didn't have the slightest sense of guilt for attacking others, but swung his own weapon familiarly.

"Yo, you're here," he stopped what he was doing, stretched out his left hand with great interest, and an ordinary knife appeared in his hand, "Go on."

He was very good at throwing things, Yayoi reached out and got it, but this knife didn't have a scabbard, which made her flustered for a while.

"Don't throw this kind of thing without a scabbard to others casually!" She shouted angrily, in a very bad mood, even after saying this, she still couldn't relieve her anger, and continued, "You idiot!"

It was not the first time that Yayoi scolded the white-haired hooligan "idiot" on the opposite side. The other party had never cared about this kind of harmless verbal attack, and the excitement could not be concealed in the cold golden eyes.

"It's called a shallow hit," he said, "it's something for Shinigami who doesn't have Zanpakuto, well...you don't understand it."

Yayoi who heard the word "Death" raised her head immediately, her brows almost wrinkled into a ball.

"It's 'Reaper' again," she pursed her lips, and asked, "What's your relationship with 'Reaper'?"

"Sarcasm, who knows," the other party replied casually, with a nasty arc on the corner of his mouth, "If you want to know, fight with me."

Unexpectedly, Yayoi didn't raise the knife immediately and rushed over. The clues caught in her mind were faintly visible, like a white screen covering the window.

"You know 'Xu', right?" the red-brown haired girl said firmly, her green eyes narrowed.

"Who knows," he still had that slack look, with a weird smile on his lips, "If you can hurt me, I'll tell you what I know."

"Including the ability that suddenly appeared on your body."

>>>

In fact, Yayoi has always known that there are very few opportunities to hurt the white-haired hooligan on the opposite side, and the gap in strength is too large. Although the opponent has always been aggressive, even Yayoi himself can feel the difference with the opponent.

The closer you get, the more desperate you become.

Yayoi was almost out of breath from the breath coming from the white-haired rogue, and the broken knife in her hand was just for display, and it was as fragile as a vegetable against the white-haired rogue's broadsword.

So it broke pretty quickly.

But even if the sword in Yayoi's hand was broken, Yayoi didn't throw the broken blade on the ground, but picked up the broken blade between attacks and hid it in the sleeve of his pajamas.

Thanks to the cold weather these days, Yayoi put on long-sleeved pajamas. Although the blade feels uncomfortable against the arm, and it will pierce the skin if you are not careful, Yayoi feels that this piece of blade will definitely exert its power. .

Even if it's just Duan Ren, he worked very hard!

It is impossible for the white-haired rogue opposite to see Yayoi's movements, but Yayoi is not worried, she feels that her IQ must be higher than that idiot of the white-haired rogue, anyway, she doesn't need to defeat him, she just needs to hurt him a little .

The word "hurt"...is there no hard and fast rule?Hair, clothes, everything is fine, right?

Even though he thought so, all plans were as flimsy as a piece of paper in front of the white-haired rogue, and this caused Yayoi several wounds for no reason.Even if Yayoi discovered that the ability to restore objects to newness before she found herself in the battle could instantly restore her wounds, she would not have any advantage.

Physical strength gradually dissipated, and even the strength in the body that needs to function has weakened a lot. Yayoi finally made up his mind and decided to be more ruthless to himself.

Reluctant that the child cannot be tied to the wolf, Yayoi said that she has seen through it!

So at the next attack, Yayoi still swayed his body as before, pretending to avoid the attack of the white-haired rogue, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the blade of the black sword.

"Hey……!!"

The white-haired rogue opened his eyes wide, the cold golden pupils filled with astonishment, he was stunned for a few seconds because of Yayoi's unexpected action.

Taking advantage of the moment of his astonishment, Yayoi tightened the black knife and stabbed towards his abdomen!

This time Yayoi finally stood firm, she ignored the tearing pain in her abdomen, and with a pale and cute face, she immediately threw away the shallow knife on her right hand, pulled out the broken blade hidden in her sleeve with a single hook of her fingers, Throwing it hard, it cut the white-haired rogue's sleeve just before he let go of the knife and stepped back.

Cheng, succeeded!

The pain was overwhelmed in an instant, Yayoi's feet went limp, and she fell to her knees on the ground, so painful that she even shed tears.She bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming in shame, her tattered left hand didn't have enough strength to pull the black knife away, so she put her right hand on it without hesitation.

Dark red blood spurted out, soaking the wall in front of Yayoi.

The black knife fell to the concrete floor with a crisp "clang" sound.

The last trace of ability on her body is not enough to completely heal Yayoi's injuries, but it is enough to keep her from dying, and she speculates that her current state should be a ray of thinking or soul, so the injuries will not affect * body .

That's why she is so unscrupulous.

"Well, I hurt you." Her originally red lips turned ugly pale, but she still smiled, and pointed to the left sleeve of the white-haired rogue with trembling fingers, "Clothing is also a part of the body." Right? Look, your sleeve is torn."