[Onmyoji] A Dao

Following Ibaraki's steps, Tachio's knot gradually loosened.

A Dao wanted to remind him, but he couldn't open his mouth at all. He could only watch the blade slip from his waist, and the noisy crowd around him covered the sound of the object falling to the ground. unusual situation.

Stepped on several times by passing humans, A Dao's heart fell into unprecedented anxiety and panic. Will Ibaraki find himself missing?

He even wondered if the other party hated him for taking this opportunity to discard it deliberately for a long time, it would be better to never meet and sleep in the mud forever.

"He will definitely come back." Ah Dao kept silently saying to himself in his heart.

But when the fireworks were all gone, the crowd gradually dispersed, and no familiar footsteps were heard.

A Dao, who was lying quietly on the road with the body of the knife, felt like chewing a juicy green plum, the sour taste hit his heart, and his nose and eyes were sour.

A girl as delicate as a china doll found herself.She asked childishly: "What is this?", and the blade was held in small but warm hands.

"It should be the sword dropped by some samurai, it's better not to touch it, Miss Yukui." The maid replied respectfully.

"A knife leaves the Lord like a child leaves its mother... Then, who abandoned you here?"

The girl named Yuuki asked.

The knife in his hand buzzed.

"I'll hang you on the tree over there, higher up, so that your master can see you. Is that okay?" Yukui held up the blade and talked.

Before she could answer, a gorgeous long line of sedan chairs stopped in front of her.

"Xiaokui, what are you holding in your hand?"

A cold male voice came from the sedan chair.

"No! Nothing!" Yukui hid the knife behind her back and shook her head.

Hearing that the sedan chair was silent for a while, the curtain of the sedan chair was raised, and a white hand with sharp bones was stretched out.

"Brother..." Yukui's face was flushed red.

"Yuan Yukui." The hand was still open, and the man called out the girl's full name, with a low voice that could not be refused.

Yuan Yukui lowered her head, walked to the sedan chair with steps - gently placed the knife in the opponent's palm.What fell into the palm of the hand with the wind, and the crystals that flowed from her eyes.

"..." Feeling the warm tears, the hand paused for a moment, then clenched the knife and disappeared into the darkness behind the car curtain.The maid also shivered and led Yuanyuan Yukui into a low sedan chair behind.

The soldiers escorting the cages carried flags with the word "source" on their backs, and the team left slowly.

It started to rain in the early morning.

In the silent corridor, apart from the sound of footsteps, the angry sound of the knife in the man's hand echoed.

"Xiaokui, you can see what is in this knife." The man suddenly stopped and asked.

Yuan Yukuo, who silently followed behind the man, only buried her head lower.

"I can't feel any evil spirit." The man tested the blade with his hand: "It's neither a sword spirit nor Fu Sangshen, could it be an evil spirit?"

Raising her head, Yuan Yukoo's black eyes had turned red, she reached out and grabbed her brother's sleeve: "He's crying."

"Xiao Kui," the man said earnestly as he took off his small and delicate hands from the sleeves of his kimono, "Stop using your precious eyes to look at meaningless things."

A tear of blood flowed from the crimson eyes, and the dripping on the ground looked particularly terrifying.

"This knife... will bring my brother supreme glory and endless disasters."

Glancing at the growing rain outside the promenade, the man showed a nonchalant smile: "That's really an exciting 'future'."

Looking at the white back of his brother going away, Yuan Yukui's eyes that had returned to normal black were covered with mist again.

"Yu, Miss Yukui, please go back to the house and rest!" The maid with an unfamiliar face beside her knelt on the ground tremblingly.

The maid who took Yuan Yukuo to see the fireworks without permission before was killed by a stick after returning to Genji.

Knives of different styles are neatly lined up in the secret room of the Yuan family.

When the man put the knife in his hand on the empty knife holder, the blade made a clanking sound as it struggled and hit the metal.

"It's really a good knife." The foolish loyalty of this knife that recognized the master made the man smile mockingly.

It's a pity that he has only killed people, not monsters.

Without removing the white sealing cloth strip on the blade, the man cut his palm, and the bright red blood was absorbed instantly when it poured on the blade.

The blade finally gradually stopped struggling.

Since then, the man has been going to the secret room every day, feeding the knife with blood for several days, and at the same time instilling the principles of Genji and the way of justice.

Finally on the seventh day, he untied the blood-stained cloth wrapped around the blade, and easily pulled out the sharp blade from the scabbard.

A black-haired young man knelt at his feet obediently.

"Your name is 'Onikiri'. It is the sharp blade that cuts all the evil spirits in the world. It is Genji's treasured sword." Holding up the handsome cheek of the black-haired young man, the man's hand reached towards his left side that exuded the unpleasant ghost king's evil spirit. Eye, inject the contract that ensures the sealed memory:

"My name is Minamoto Raiko, and I am your master."

Even though the left eye that was injected with the contract was tingling, Onikiri still straightened his back: "Master, I will not disappoint your expectations."

……

Minamoto Raimitsu got a knife.

A bloodthirsty knife that is loyal to the master and kills evil spirits.

"Humans and monsters can't live together at all. When you meet a monster, you only need to obey one word: 'kill'." Onikiri carefully wiped the blood on the knife and put the knife back into the sheath. In his mind, he recalled Minamoto Raimitsu saying to himself If you pass.

It is his unique habit to subconsciously tie the Tachio knot around his waist.

After taking out the fire bag and throwing it into the cave behind him, seeing that the raging flames ignited and devoured all the eggs entangled in the spider web, Onikiri picked up the box containing the spider spirit's heart and left.

The heart of the spider is in the abdomen. Why are so many onmyojis helpless with this kind of miscellaneous monster?Obviously vulnerable.

"Master." Kneeling on the ground, Onikiri stood up and respectfully offered the box to Minamoto Raimitsu.

Looking at the unharmed Onikiri, Minamoto Raimitsu showed a satisfied smile.

It really is so powerful that it cannot be added.

At the same time, Ibaraki Doji, who had failed to find the knife many times, also temporarily left Dajiangshan on the grounds of cultivating demon power, regardless of Shuten Doji's retention.

"Next time we meet, I will definitely beat you!" Ibaraki Doji was full of ambition.

"... Whatever you want." Shuten-douji looked at the bell on his feet, and drank a glass of wine.

After many times of persuasion by Yingcao, Ibaraki also believed that A Dao was picked up by someone, and perhaps he had already put it to his real use at this moment.

That guy shouldn't be angry with himself, right?

Before retiring to the deep mountains and old forests, Ibaraki came to the Sumida River at night without giving up.

He wished he could call the Lord of Arakawa out to find him together.

Bending down to search under the dim light on the shore, it was still the same as before.

"I'm leaving, I'm sorry." In the night sky without fireworks, only a lonely bright moon hung in the sky, Ibaraki apologized softly, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

At this time, a black-haired young man with an inexplicably familiar figure caught his attention.

Ibaraki chased after him, and patted the opponent's right shoulder: "Excuse me!"

The other party turned around, but it was a strange and indifferent handsome face.

"Can I see your knives?" Ibaraki asked cautiously, pointing to the three knives on his waist.

"No." Onikiri, who squinted his left eye, shook off Ibaraki's hand on his right shoulder in disgust, refused bluntly, and left without looking back.

It was the first time that Ibaraki, who was looked down upon so much, was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had just suffered a great humiliation.He was so angry that he trembled all over: "How can this be reasonable..."

Trying to restrain his soaring evil spirit, Ibaraki scolded angrily: "What a stingy bitch, Cyclops! Next time I see you again, I will definitely crush you to death!"

Onikiri, who returned to Genji, made Minamoto Raimitsu frowned.

"Why does your body carry the dirty smell of a monster?"

Onikiri knelt on the ground, at a loss: "Master..."

Minamoto Raimiko waved his hand angrily, signaling him to back off.

When passing through the courtyard, Onikiri finally realized that the silver-haired man who patted his shoulder was probably a monster. "Damn it!" He sniffed his clothes, but didn't smell anything strange.

But thinking of Minamoto Raimitsu's expression, Onikiri returned to the room and took a shower three times seriously.