Great Prophet

"Tanjuro, we must pass on this Kagura dance and earrings."

"It must be done...we have a promise."

When Tanjuro was still young, his father Tanei held his hand and flirted with him.

Can't forget this time.

We must pass on Kagura, the god of fire.

……

why?

During the process of growing up and the beginning of consciousness development, Tanjuro had doubts about this past agreement more than once, and he always felt that what his father said at that time was not meant for him.

But after a few years, he understood where the strange feeling that his father agreed with him came from.

Tanjuro had a dream, a very strange dream.In the dream, there was a man with red hair and a smaller charcoal seller who looked similar to his family.

The man in the dream danced the sword and danced the Kagura dance of the god of fire that was handed down in their family.Although the other party is a man, but the beautiful figure is like an elf.

Tanjuro, who was in his own dream, had the idea that he was so touched and so wonderful.Every movement of the other party is natural, without any sense of artificiality, and it is completely different from the Kagura dance he danced after imitating his father's posture.

The charcoal seller who looked similar to Tanjuro looked at him, and suddenly passionate tears flowed from his eyes.

After dancing the sword dance, the nameless red-haired man put his knife back into the scabbard, took off the sun ears on his ears, and put them in the hands of the charcoal seller.Then he turned and left.

His figure, as lonely as the last fallen leaf in autumn, finds himself alone and helpless as winter approaches, with nowhere to go.

"Mr. Yuanyi!"

The charcoal seller in the dream - probably his ancestor, shouted at the man who was going away.

"Mr. Yuanyi!"

The red-haired swordsman who went away turned his head.

Seeing the figure of the other party so lonely, the charcoal seller couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Our family will definitely continue to protect what you have guarded all your life!"

"This pair of earrings is your breath of the sun, and we will pass it down from generation to generation, so as not to let it be lost in the world!"

The charcoal seller cried out as if venting his emotions that had nowhere to rest in his heart.

Probably infected by the sadness carried by the red-haired swordsman.

Tanjuro thought so.

After being called by his ancestors and promised such a thing, the red swordsman who has always shown the image of "lonely" and "silent" to others suddenly, or after a long time, turned towards the Zaomen family. The man smiled quietly.He stretched out his arm and slowly waved his hand towards the crying charcoal seller who promised him the best.

"Goodbye."

After saying this, the red-haired swordsman disappeared into the forest.

When Tanjuro woke up from this dream that was too real to be a dream, his father Tansei was sitting beside him, looking at him with that worried look in his eyes.

(Probably something strange happened to me when I had this dream.)

Tanjuro didn't know what to do because of that dream, so he confessed everything.

Tanei answered his son's dream with a rather hearty laugh.

"This should be the memory of the ancestors."

"Who is that red-haired swordsman?"

Tan Rong looked distressed, "Well... To be honest, I don't know very well, because very few people in our family have dreamed about ancestor memories, and my father has never encountered such a thing. Maybe in the future, You'll find out for yourself. Sorry, it's embarrassing that I can't answer you as a father."

At that time, Tanei said so to Tanjuro.

Even though he said that, after several years, even his father passed away, Tanjuro still didn't understand that.However, the promise was made not with him, but with the unnamed red-haired swordsman.He thought so.

But even if he figured it out, it didn't help him in any way.

Tanjuro, who couldn't dance the Kagura dance to pray for good luck for a year like his father, just felt that he was going to let down his family's trust in him.

On a winter night, under the influence of wind and snow, physical exhaustion, breathing difficulties and other factors, Tanjuro lost his eyesight and fell directly to the ground.But at that moment, a fiery red figure passed by him and picked him up who was about to fall.

It was a dignified red-haired woman in a shrine maiden costume.She took the sword bell in Tanjurou's hand, and at the same time took off the sandalwood paper with the word "fire" written on his face.

Tanjuro sat on the ground, panting with difficulty.He understood that the other party took over him and continued to dance the Kagura dance dedicated to Vulcan.But...can the other party dance the God of Fire Kagura Dance?It was a dance handed down from their ancestors.

However, unexpectedly, the strange red-haired woman immediately picked up the action Tanjuro had cut off before.

The kagura bell rang again and again.

The opponent's red kimono skirt twirled with the master's rotation, and the ends of her long hair tied with sandalwood paper and twine fluttered.

(how come……)

Tanjuro was shocked.

Why does this person know the Kagura dance passed down from generation to generation in their family.

A burst of bells passed through the past time and reached Tanjuro's ears.The words of the father, the memories belonging to the ancestors in the past...the ones that broke through the fog, and came over a hundred years...between the past and the present, there is a thin but never-broken red thread.

……

"Tanjuro, we have a deal."

Swish-!

The witch made a big move, her arms were down, her face was slightly tilted, and the bell behind the sword bell rang.

lets Dance.

lets Dance.

lets Dance.

……

"Enichi-san's sword skills are as beautiful as the dance of an elf."

Universities sprang up one after another, and the flames around them rose and fell, but they never went out.

Don't think about anything else, just keep jumping.

……

Tanjuro opened his eyes wide, trying to engrave every movement of the shrine maiden in his mind.

Amazing.

Amazing.

Bravo!

This was the only reaction he had the whole time.Not for anything else, just because the opponent's movements are too smooth, as if he has practiced thousands of times, and has imprinted every movement in his heart.

The God of Fire Kagura dance has a total of twelve styles, and what their family will do every winter is to connect the twelve Kagura dances to complete the Kagura dance.Then use this as a template to dance and dance until the sun rises the next day and the night really leaves.

Tanjuro's rough breathing finally calmed down.

(Be sure to ask who the other person is after you're done.)

The red-haired miko danced all night.

The next morning, when dawn came, the snowflakes finally stopped fluttering, and finally lay quietly on the surface in various places.

Tanjurou stood up and took the sandalwood paper and sword bell from the priestess who had stopped dancing.

"็ Hello Who are you……"

Tanjuro couldn't speak anymore.

It's not because the maiden's beauty is so beautiful that people can't speak, but the beautiful maiden who exuded an awe-inspiring and inviolable meaning when I first met her suddenly became a "weird".

The other party opened his mouth, and the fangs in his mouth were exposed.She was panting heavily, the heat clearly visible in the cold environment.

There were blue veins on her fair face, and many magnificent and strange red lines appeared around the corners of her eyes.The red streaks continued to spread, and a large area of ​​fiery red beast-like terrifying markings appeared.A sharp horn grew out of the smooth forehead, and there were also strange patterns on the horn.

Tanjuro stopped breathing.

What's the matter...why did it change?Want to run away... Does she have any malicious intentions?

Tanjuro stepped back.

But the witch who turned into a monster didn't attack him, instead, she passed him sideways and jumped directly into a piece of cedar.There were messy footprints all over the snow, and she lost her shoes, so she ran directly on her socks.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I was stunned.

After knowing that the other party might jump from night to morning, he really felt that it was too cold outside, so he simply borrowed someone else's house to rest, and only came out refreshed in the morning.Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw Yuan Yi suddenly turned into a ghost, and then ran away screaming.

The warm steamed bun in Wu Mi's hand was ruthlessly thrown on the ground by the owner.

"Yuanyi!"

Wu Mi didn't know why the other party suddenly turned into a ghost... Could it be because the fire god Kagura Wu awakened the memory of the past?

At that time, because I taught the breathing method to the pillars of the ghost killing team, they died early. They failed to kill Wumi but let go of the female ghost beside Wumi. I was told by other pillars that my brother voluntarily turned into a ghost and attacked him. After joining the Ghost Slayer Squad, Yuanichi was expelled from the Ghost Slayer Squad, and then became alone again.

Why do you say "again"?

Because before his wife Shi and the child in her belly were killed by the ghost, the other party still had a family.

Yuanyi, who became alone again and felt that all the evils were caused by him, visited the charcoal seller's house he had saved, and left the sun's breath and earrings.

Reliving bad memories from the past because of these things?

No miserable guess.

While he was brainstorming, he was chasing the running red-haired ghost.

Ji Guoyuan is worthy of Ji Guoyuan, he can run faster than him.

As the king of ghosts, Wu Mi was dragged a lot by the opponent, and almost lost his heel.

After finally keeping up with the other party, Yuan Yi stopped.Because of that damned irresistible inertia, Wu Mi bumped into the opponent's back with a snap.

Pain, pain, death!

Wu Mi rubbed his nose, rubbing it back to its original perfect shape.

"What's the matter with you?" He started to ask again every time.

Yuan Yi, who was completely ghostly, looked a little scary.Even ghosts will have "scary" thoughts when they see them.

The terrifying ghost suddenly crouched down.He hugged his knees, and then maintained this movement, not moving at all.

Wu Mi also squatted down.Squatting and squatting, he felt that his feet were going numb.

"Tell me." Silence is the most annoying thing.Although he used to speak intermittently, but after all, Wu Mi can make up complete sentences by relying on those few words.But if you don't speak, then... well, in fact, you know the reason and so on.

But Wu Mi hoped that Yuan Yi could speak out by himself.

The ghost horns on the opponent's forehead slowly retracted, and the ghost spots on his face gradually disappeared, leaving only his original natural spots.

"..."

The red-haired ghost burst into tears.

Wu Mi was a little overwhelmed.

(I remember something sad.)

After all, although they are expensive for their combat effectiveness, what they have experienced is really miserable.

Wu Mi stretched out his hand and stroked the furry head of the other party.

"Cry, cry, I can cry on your shoulder."

The opponent really leaned forward.

Then the next second, Wu Mi was wheeled to the ground.

Wu Mi:? ? ? ?

The red-haired ghost didn't speak, just lay on top of him.Tears fell patter, the whole ghost was like an aggrieved child.

I was stunned.

Will ghosting lower IQ?No way……

——Damn it, it turns out that it really does.

The author has something to say: ※Sorry, I forgot to play the game...