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Yato is gone.

This was only discovered by Ji Guoyuanyi in the early morning when his color had just appeared.

In the final analysis, even if there is no official sacred book, even if there is no taboo, Yato is still a god, an unrivaled god of misfortune who uses a sword as a weapon.

If he wanted to leave without anyone finding out, then he could make no one find out—including Ji Guo Yuanyi.

The sword that Ji Guoyuan wears on his waist is almost exactly the same as the one he transformed into a divine weapon.

It is also a long knife with a gradual change of black and red blade, and the bottom is engraved with the word extinguished. It is only because the forging person has changed after 400 years, so even the forging process is slightly different from person to person, but in general It's not a big deal to Ji Guoyuanyi.

He opened the shoji door of Yato's room, the room was very tidy, the low table was clean, only the quilt that Yato had slept on was not neatly folded.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan walked in and got close to the quilt that Yedou slept on, he knew without trying it with his hands that there was no residual warmth left on the quilt.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan raised his eyes, the window of the room was wide open, and Yato probably left here through the window.In the room, besides the cool pine scent of Yato, there is another very strange smell... but it is subtly mixed with a trace of Yato's breath.

Ji Guoyuan thought for a while, turned his face slightly, and focused his sight on the wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan opened the door of the wooden wardrobe, there was nothing inside, only one or two sets of simple changes of clothes sent by the swordsmith from the swordsmith village, let alone many things.He used his fingers to push aside the layers of stacked clothes, but there was nothing there either.

"As expected..." Ji Guoyuan frowned.

He is Yato's artifact, so of course he knows many little secrets that he has not told others—perhaps these little secrets are more suitable to be called "the thoughts of the gods who have just awakened".

Although it sounds convoluted and somewhat complicated, it is actually very simple. If Ji Guoyuan can say it, it can be summed up clearly in one sentence.

——Yato kept a portrait of Arisukawa Ikutoki privately.

He painted it himself.

There is only one occasion where Yato has painted for Ikutoki Arisukawa - that is when he was invited to paint for Oiran Ikuhime in Yoshiwara Flower Street.

From the painting to the mounting of the painting, Yato personally came, and he was not at ease handing it over to any framer.There is a special craft in the industry of framing. If the knife is good, you can peel off three layers of paintings on a piece of paper.

There is no doubt about Yato's knife skills. If even his knife skills are not good, then even if you look at the whole of Japan and the 800 million gods in Takamahara, there are probably few who can be better than him.So if only one layer of painting was removed, it would be an easy matter for Yato.

The picture that was removed was kept by Yato. He cut the small picture a little, and finally it became a size that can be carried around.

How could Yedou want anyone other than himself to see this kind of secret Huaichun thoughts?Ji Guoyuan saw it just by coincidence, but his eyesight is so good that he can remember that sight clearly.

Because the thickest layer of ink and color has been removed, the color of the portrait below is light but just right, like the color of fainted, dissolved in water and floating in light smoke, the corners of the eyes and brows of the young man are full of life and fragrance, scarlet The camellias are in full bloom like a fire.

As soon as Ji Guoyuan can be sure, it is definitely a precious treasure that Yato has used all his efforts to paint, and it is a precious treasure that he carries with him all the time.

But now that thing was gone, along with Yato.Ji Guoyuan looked out the window from afar at the sky blended with Qian's color, and his expression sank slightly.

Yato's departure doesn't look like he will be back in a short time.

Only Yato himself knew what that meant.

He had just finished the first commission that his lord father gave him, and it was exactly the same as usual, it was a commission to kill people.

When Yato left his father and wandered alone, the commissions he received had nothing to do with murder. He would resist doing those things, and he would think of Sakura who had been the only bright color in his repressed life... and then became His heavier haze.

He received all kinds of commissions, ranging from big ones like helping Ebisu Kofuku to cut off fate, to small ones like helping townspeople find cats, and killing monsters that appeared in Shihua by the way, but very few Contaminated with human blood again.

When he cut the throats of those strangers with his own hands again, he didn't feel sick anymore.

He just felt as if his soul had left his body, floating in the sky and staring at the silent body expressionlessly, harvesting those lives with his own hands like an outsider.

What is he doing?

Yato sat cross-legged in the room, his window was open.It was still raining outside the window, and the sky was a thick, cloudy gray. The rain, carrying the dust floating in the air, was blown into the room by the wind, and landed on Yato's hair and face.

Yato was awakened by the slightly cool water, he raised his hand subconsciously, and pressed his palm on the position of the left chest cavity.

When he exerted a little force on his fingers, he could hear the slight sound of the paper being pressed—it was the small portrait he painted for Ikutoki Arisukawa himself.

This small portrait has always been carried by Yato close to his body, and even placed on his heart.

He had inexplicable thoughts in his heart, like a rose imprisoned by thorns, the petals were about to wither and wither due to lack of water.

Yato is not a coward, but there is still a gulf between him and Ikutoki Arisukawa.This gully has nothing to do with emotions, and Yato had already discovered it during his contact with Ikutoki Arisukawa, and Ikutoki Arisukawa himself had never concealed it from Yatoki—he was not originally a person who lived in the Taisho era.

It's just that Arisukawa Yushi didn't make it clear what he meant, and Yato won't go to the bottom of it.

The fate they formed is a chaotic time, and life is also an insurmountable hurdle.After all, Ikuto Arisukawa is a sub-human, and still a race with a limited lifespan.Yato is a god who can live forever - but only if someone remembers him.

This is also the reason why he has never gotten rid of his father.

As long as my father still needs him, the god of misfortune born for killing, then my father will always remember him, and he will not die.From such an unstable aspect, maybe he won't even live longer than Ikutoki Arisukawa.

In such a contradictory situation, how could Yato promise a completely uncertain oath?

Yato doesn't even know if Arisukawa Ikutoki will completely forget him one day.Maybe forgetting wasn't Arisukawa Ikutoki's original intention, but it's not the first time my father has done such a thing, so even if he is forgotten, at least Yato will still remember.

That small portrait can be regarded as a witness of time and an eternal commemoration.

Yato is not sure what else his father will do, but as long as Arisukawa Ikutoki is by his side for a day, the people he cares about will always be accompanied by danger, and they will be farther and farther away from a stable life.

"Yato." Fei's voice reached Yato's ear through a barrier door, "I have a new commission."

Yato immediately restrained the expression on his face almost the moment Fei uttered his voice. He didn't speak, his body tensed up and after a little effort he stood up, opened the shoji door and walked through the long corridor, Fei followed him Behind him, half of his face was shrouded in ambiguous darkness.

Rain fell in from outside the window, soaking the tatami floor, and blurring a thick dark gray.

Arisukawa Ikutoki had just come out of the headquarters of the Tokino Government, and Ms. Akimi, who had received him to meet Mr. Kishida on the sixth floor, greeted him after seeing him coming out of the portal.

"Master God Judge, you have successfully registered, are you ready to return to Honmaru?" Ms. Qiu Shi said in a gentle voice, "If you are not in a hurry, you can go to Wanwu through the portal here, where everything is complete , maybe you can find the right product you want."

Shizheng is worthy of Shizheng, the staff is too dedicated, thinking about selling to Shizheng to make money all the time.

Arisukawa Ikutoki blinked his eyes, he didn't answer Miss Qiushi directly, but turned his questioning gaze to Mustache who was following him: "Do you want to go and have a look?"

Higakiri smiled gently and understandingly, and his voice had a unique sense of tenderness: "No need, the Lord has not rested since he came back, let's go back to Honmaru first."

Higakiri could see the exhaustion of Arisukawa Ikutoki. Although he existed as a sword in the turbulence of time and space, the sword spirit also responded.

He knew that Arisukawa Ikutoki had been constantly expending his spiritual power to resist the chaotic turbulence in the chaotic time and space, and he didn't rest when he arrived at Honmaru, and was even invited by Shizheng to go through a bunch of procedures.

As Touken Fusangshin who is connected to the soul of the God-inspector, Higakiri could sense that Arisukawa Ikutoki's spirit had already been exhausted to the extreme, how could he have any extra energy?

Besides... Although Higiri has not interrupted, he can roughly piece together a complete process from the conversations between Arisukawa Ikutoki and several Tokino government officials.If it was really similar to what he thought, then it would be even more impossible for Yusukawa Ikutoki to go shopping in that mood.

"In that case," Arisukawa Ikutoki looked at Akishi apologetically, "Higakiri and I will go back to Honmaru first."

"Then please come here," Miss Qiushi nodded knowingly, "I will adjust the coordinates and send you back to my own pill."

Before stepping into the Light Gate, Arisukawa Ikutoki asked what he was most concerned about: "I'm sorry, I want to ask, when will the person who repairs the time-space converter come?"

"The maintenance personnel need your permission to enter the Honmaru, so they will be there soon after you return to the Honmaru." Qiu Shi added thoughtfully, "It is troublesome to repair the time-space converter, so you may have to wait longer A period of time. How long it will take to repair depends on the damage to the space-time converter."

"Thank you." Arisukawa Ikutoki thanked politely, and then stepped into the door of light.

After a slight dizziness, he returned to his honmaru.

Just as Qiushi told him, the maintenance personnel came to him almost one after another, and the repairing staff of the time-space converter frowned after checking the time-space converter: "This damage is serious, you may have to wait a day. "

"No problem," Youqi Chuanyu pursed his lips tightly, "It's troublesome."

His spirit has been tense to the extreme, and he finally lost his support when he walked towards the stairs leading to the castle tower from Honmaru.

Hidekiri reacted extremely quickly, and immediately caught the lord who was attacked by sleepiness.

The author has something to say:

In the next chapter, Yu Shi will return to Taisho!

The setting of this article uses the time paradox, but I don’t actually understand it very well. I just borrowed a little setting in a superficial way. Don’t go too deep into it, because there will inevitably be bugs ()

Yato will break with his father, but not now, but it's not far away!

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