[Onmyoji] A Dao

Ibaraki picked up a knife.

A rusty, dilapidated gun.

That day he walked barefoot through a certain dense forest, and the sunlight evenly sprinkled between the leaves.Oncoming is the dry, cracked and dilapidated torii gate. The column has long been decayed and weathered, and only a small section of shimenawa on it is left to sway in the wind.

Looking up, there is a large area of ​​broken bricks, which means that this place used to be a shrine, but it has never seen the glory of the day.

Ibaraki has no time to admire any scenery, nor is he in the mood to guess why the shrine is deserted.He simply bypassed the desolate ruins, and when he took the second step, he suddenly felt a biting cold under his feet, as if stepping on the winter wind of the twelfth lunar month.The moment he moved his foot away, a bell rang between his feet.

So he looked down, and saw a decayed knife, sunken deep in the soil.

The moment he dug the knife out of the soil, he regretted it, because not only was his hand stained with mud, but the rust residue of the knife also fell on his armor in a forest.

Ibaraki patted the dust on his hands in disgust and brushed off the rust on his body. He was just about to throw the knife back to the ground when he was surprised to find——

Very heavy.

He weighed it again, it was really heavy.

Maybe it's just a rotten surface?He tentatively grasped the dirty scabbard and the dilapidated leather handle and slowly pulled it out, revealing the same rusty blade.

The disappointment of "it really is like this" flashed across his heart, and Ibaraki was about to throw away the scabbard without even closing it.

At the moment of throwing it away, the unclosed blade scratched the back of his right hand when he threw it away.

"It hurts." He complained angrily, and he found that the blade was still quite sharp, because the blood on the back of his hand was flowing out together with the black evil spirit.

The blade, which was stained with his blood, suddenly clanged, and black air gushed out.

Ibaraki stared blankly at the knife that fell on the ground and looked brand new after the mud and reddish-brown rust had automatically faded away, and silently picked it up: "Damn it."

When closing the scabbard, a pair of blood-red eyes full of murderous intent reflected on the shiny blade.

wrong!My eyes are golden!

Ibaraki turned around abruptly, his ghost claws strangled the opponent's throat, and at the same time, a knife also touched his neck horizontally.

After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Ibaraki silently withdrew his hand again.

The same kind, really "hell".

Under the dark red ghost horns, even the hair color was coincidentally silvery white. After the other party looked at him with blood red eyes, he silently put down the knife in his hand.

"Are you the evil spirit sealed in this knife?"

"..."

"Could you kill all the people in this shrine?" Ibaraki asked with interest.

"I can't remember," the other party shook his head: "Maybe."

Ibaraki frowned and glanced at him, feeling bored and ready to leave.When he turned around, his right hand was pulled, and the cold touch made him shake it off reflexively - the other party's body temperature was as low as a piece of metal.

"what are you doing!"

"Take me away." The man didn't change his face.

"why?"

"...Since your blood has broken the seal, the contract has been fulfilled." The man's eyes darkened, "I can't leave here on my own."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then I have no choice but to..." The man slowly raised the knife in his hand: "Kill it, you."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Ibaraki burst into hearty laughter: "Interesting! I'll take you away!"

Ibaraki picked up the knife from the ground, wiped off the dust on it, and held it firmly in his hand.

The man fell into the knife and disappeared out of thin air.

"I am Ibaraki boy, do you have a name?" Ibaraki continued on his way.

"It's been too long, I forgot."

"Then how about I name you 'A Dao'?"

The silence returned to the air, except for the "creak" sound of Ibaraki's feet on the soft soil.

He flicked the scabbard dissatisfiedly, motioning for a response.

After a while, "A Dao" came out leisurely: "It's ugly."

……

Ibaraki Doji who returned to Oeyama immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Yingcao's remarks that "Sir Ibaraki's saber is really more handsome" made the demons flock over curiously: "Show me! Show me!"

They scrambled to touch the exquisite pattern on the scabbard and admired it, but the blade issued a dissatisfied hum to warn everyone.

"Okay, okay, you can only see but not touch!" Ibaraki reminded with a smile while touching the heads of the little monsters.

The little demons retreated obediently, only the terracotta warriors remained in place.

As a samurai yearning for famous weapons, he finally plucked up the courage to say: "Master Ibaraki! Excuse me, may I borrow your sword to appreciate it?"

He had prepared for Ibaraki's refusal of this unknown pawn's request, but he didn't expect that the other party readily untied the saber from his waist and handed it over: "Yes."

Taking it with trembling hands, the terracotta warriors held up the blade and bowed in thanks.

The terracotta warriors held the scabbard tightly with their left hand, and slowly pulled the handle out with their right hand, but found that the blade seemed to be welded to death and could not be pulled out at all.

He tried again and found that he really couldn't pull out the knife.

Sensing his strangeness, Ibaraki took the knife away, and with a light draw, the sharp silver-white blade was revealed.

"No problem?" He put the knife back into its sheath and handed it to the terracotta warriors.

The terracotta warriors tried again, but shook their heads helplessly.

"Idiot." A harsh taunt came from the crowd.

Everyone followed the reputation and bowed immediately, "Master Shuten!"

It turned out that at some point Shuten-douji stood aside and watched silently with folded arms.

"Best friend!" Ibaraki Doji also looked at him happily.

"That sword of yours has been recognized." Shuten-douji rolled his eyes at the ignorant crowd, and left without hesitation.