[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

The time when the gods were born.

In an undulating hilly area, a straight bamboo forest stands upright in the wind, an elegant stream flows by, and round stones roll at the bottom of the stream.

In this seemingly ordinary bamboo forest, there is a strange spot of light floating close to the stream.

It exudes a soft cherry blossom-like color, fluttering ups and downs in the low sky, and the setting sun shines on it, covering it with a warm orange-red halo.

At dusk, the time of magic.The monsters formed by obsessions and curses started to move, bewitching the living and devouring the dead, and the ominous atmosphere permeated the air, but the place protected by the bamboo forest was as sacred as before, without any filth.

But during this cursed time, a certain consciousness hidden in that beautiful light spot fell into unprecedented chaos.

The dream is a strange world.

The blurry scene changes rapidly, sometimes it is a book in the light, sometimes it is a teacup under the porch; people in light clothes can’t see their faces clearly, even if they try their best to remember, they can only think of a line of tears under the moonlight, or the tears on their lips. Smile, flying sideburns.

In the dark, someone whispered softly in the ear, but the content of the whisper seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, no matter what, it couldn't reach the ears.

nothingness.

From the depths of the soul, a dark and empty nothingness like an abyss.

What is his name?What time is it now?Is there any danger nearby?What should he do to continue...

The chaotic consciousness paused for a second, and the cherry-colored halo seemed to stand still for a moment at this moment.

Go on... what?

—I don’t remember anything.

Consciousness fell into silence, and the surroundings were silent, only the invisible wind passed by here, rolling up pieces of bamboo leaves, and bringing a light fragrance.

I don't know how long it took, but in this corner where the whole world seemed to have forgotten, a loud eagle's howl tore through the invisible barrier, breaking the suffocating silence without hesitation.

The hidden consciousness was clear for a moment, and something seemed to flash by in the memory.

——The sound of eagle howling... He seems to have heard it somewhere.

--he?

Just when the consciousness was lost, a surprised and gentle voice sounded not far away, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"After going through that time, are there still undead that haven't been devoured?"

The sakura-colored spot of light suddenly brightened.

The visitor gave a chuckle, and walked slowly into the bamboo grove, and touched the pruning bamboo on which the light spot was leaning on with his green five fingers.

"You seem to be related to me."

Accompanied by the gentle and joyful words, there is a reassuring fragrance, combined with the light fragrance in the bamboo forest.

——Such a scent...

The light spots flickered slightly, and in a trance, a slender woman seemed to appear in front of her eyes. The figure against the light was high and holy, and her soft blond hair was blown out in an elegant arc by the wind.

——That person...is...

"Let me think... the environment here is so quiet, so—"

The air froze for a moment, and then, with the sound of ding-dong running water as the background sound, the woman stretched out her two fingers to point at the light spot, causing it to immediately glow with purple-red light, and gently floated to the mid-air at the level of her line of sight .

She began to write, and her shiny white fingertips left bright strokes in the air, and her firm and heroic voice echoed in the forest for a long time.

"There is no destination, and you can't die as you wish. I will give you a place to return to."

--What……?

"My name is Bishamon, and I have been given a taboo name, which ends here."

——What is this warm and dazzling feeling...?

"I order you under a false name to be my servant. From now on, honor your name, and your vessel will have a sound. Please follow my order and turn into my divine weapon."

——To put it bluntly...it's like...

"The name is kiyo, and the vessel is sei. Come on, sei vessel!"

The purple-red text suddenly enlarged, then suddenly shrunk, turning into a dark red pattern embedded in the delicate back of the hand.

The barrier that imprisoned thoughts is removed at this moment, and the chaotic world regains clarity in an instant.

In the bloody sunset, the young man with skin as white as porcelain slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes clearer than emeralds.

He looked at the tall and beautiful woman in front of him, opened his thin lips lightly, and called out almost inaudibly like a whisper——

"elder sister?"

The blond woman opened her eyes wide in surprise, then laughed out loud, and gently stretched out her hand towards the young man.

"Okay. Call me whatever you like, Kiyo Ma."

She bent her eyes and smiled at the young man, her voice was tolerant and gentle like a mother.

"From today onwards, you are my Bishamonten's artifact."

In the quaint traditional residence, the hoarse and sharp voice of the old woman sounded deafeningly as before, exaggeratedly accusing the two young men who were kneeling on the ground side by side.

"It's almost unheard of! How dare you openly call your master 'sister'? This is simply arrogance! It's disrespectful! You yellow-mouthed child not only does not have high respect for the master who has given you the name, but is trying to gain attention with despicable actions ! What a... what a...!"

Facing the old woman who was so angry that her face turned pale and she straightened her chest, the young man who was kneeling on the left, with the word "Qing" embedded in the back of his left hand on his knee, kept his expression unchanged, and said with a rather indifferent expressionless face:

"It's just a different name from yours. Is it a despicable act of fighting for favor? According to this, I think Mr. Dao Si's hysterical performance is the easiest to attract attention."

The old woman stood up and stared angrily, "What did you say!"

"Well..." Bishamon was sweating on one side of his face, and pressed down his hand to comfort him, "Don't quarrel! You can call this child whatever you like, I don't care about it."

"But master, how can this convince other artifacts?!"

"Well... Actually, I think it's okay for you to be more intimate with me."

Bishamon smiled slightly, which stunned the two people in the room except the young man with cherry hair.

Bishamonten, one of the most famous seven gods of good fortune among the 800 million gods in Gaotianyuan, is the strongest and most upright warrior god, but the appearance of this god is female.

She has smooth blonde hair that can drag the floor, and there are two black vertical pupils in the middle of a pair of purple-red eyes. At first glance, she looks very sharp, but her heart is very gentle, and she treats the artifact like family.

The so-called artifacts are actually the souls of human beings after death. When they reappear in the form of necromancers, they no longer remember everything in life. After being named by the gods, they become the weapons of the gods.

Just as no two people are exactly alike in the world, artifacts can take various forms in the hands of gods. Some are swords, some are guns, and some are daily necessities such as mirrors and clothes, which can be described as strange and different.

The young man with cherry hair - now named "Qing Ma" - looked at her smiling face thoughtfully, and suddenly changed his words as if compromising: "Master Daosi is not unreasonable. In this case, I will call you You are 'sister-sama' (anesama)."

Daosi—generally speaking, the most powerful artifact around every god—was dissatisfied and wanted to say something more, but Bishamon had already smiled and clapped his hands in affirmation: "Then it's settled."

"...Since the master said so." Dao Si gave Qing Ma a stern look, and then turned to the young man beside him.

Unlike Qing Ma, this young man's demeanor was relatively soft, and he became obviously nervous under Dao Si's gaze.

His brown-red hair was tied in a low bun at the back of his head, and his pupils were darker dark green. The name bestowed by Bishamon was embedded on the back of his right hand, which coincided with Qingma.

His name is a word for "mega".

Daosi took a critical look at this young man who looked a little unsure, and said, "Zhaoma, you are also an artifact named by the master today, and if there is anything you don't understand, you should actively ask your seniors for advice, understand? "

"Yes! I understand!" Zhao Ma immediately bowed nervously.

"Don't be so cautious, didn't you say that? You will be part of my family from now on."

A soft voice rang in his ears, and a pair of white hands appeared in Zhaoma's vision, gently helping him up.

Bishamon looked at him with a relaxed expression, then looked at Qingma, and smiled happily: "I found you two on the same day, and you are also similar in age. Even the positions of the names are in pairs. It looks like Just like brothers!"

"brother……"

Zhao Ma was looking at her smile and blushing, and was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looking at the person on the left, but didn't want to meet his eyes that were looking over at the same time.

The face of the cherry-haired young man is unbelievably handsome, and the level of refinement is not much worse than that of the goddess in front of him. He has the charm that makes people fall in love at first sight, and is so perfect that he is not like a human being. People will believe that he is a god.

This kind of people……

Zhao Ma smiled at him embarrassedly, but in exchange for him nodding coldly, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

The two newborn artifacts were assigned to the same Japanese room, and they quickly bid farewell and went back to rest.The old Taoist also left respectfully, and for a while, only Bishamon was left in the room covered by the bamboo curtain.

She knelt on the ground and remained silent for a long time before she sighed faintly and raised her hands to cover her face lightly.

"Leaving aside Zhaoma, that child Qingma is..."

——Let her, the only god who knows the experience of the divine weapon, have to feel sad.

Unaware of the feelings of the reborn mother (?), Qingma suddenly said in a calm voice on the way back to the room: "My sis is really a gentle person."

Zhao Ma, who was originally nervous and silent, cheered up instantly: "You think so too?!"

The young man with cherry hair tilted his head and looked at him, his blue eyes were clear, as if he had seen everything clearly, Zhao Ma blushed instantly, and stammered to cover up: "No, that, I mean—"

"Zhaoma, do you admire your elder sister?"

"……Hey?"

"Sure enough, Zhao Ma admires... no, I like my elder sister."

"Hey--!!!"

On that day, the panic-stricken scream of the innocent young man Zhao Ma resounded throughout Gaotianyuan.

After spending two days in Bishamon's mansion, various problems began to follow.

The first thing that bears the brunt is Qingma's inability to transform into a utensil.

It stands to reason that as long as a dead human being is called by the name of a god, it can become a special artifact. For the strongest warrior, Bishamon, she inevitably tends to choose to be transformed into a weapon, or Artifacts that aid in battle.

For example, Dao Si who can transform into an eagle, a little girl with a ponytail who can transform into a spear (single ponytail for short), and a man wearing a hood who can transform into a defensive shroud (referred to as Hooded Man) .

"...You should call me the names of the seniors properly!"

Living in the same room with the guy who broke his secret love on the first day of acquaintance, the Zhaoma young man who has been together day and night and is not at all charmed by his beauty, with blue veins jumping on his forehead, punched someone mercilessly on the forehead.

The young man with cherry hair who was beaten didn't care, and continued to read the history book vigorously, and even took the time to read with a stick and said calmly: "We are now in the Edo period, Zhaoma."

"Huh? Isn't that obvious? What's the matter with your strange tone?"

Zhao Ma withdrew her fist, seeing that he didn't care at all, couldn't help but sighed tiredly: "I said you, are you not worried at all?"

Qing Ma didn't raise her head: "What are you worried about?"

"Worried about your artifact form! Even I have at least an earring!"

"Oh?" The young man with cherry hair responded casually, "Become a divine weapon like you, and then Master Dao Si said, 'It's really unlucky to pierce the master's body! Is there any hint'?"

"Qing Ma!"

Zhao Ma couldn't help but let out a low growl, her face flushed with sullen anger, and then her eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The young man with cherry hair squinted at him, helplessness appeared in his eyes, put the book aside, raised his hand and poked his forehead.

Zhao Ma was suddenly poked backwards, and couldn't help but rubbed her forehead and said angrily, "It hurts—what are you doing? Is your strength too strong? How did you do it—"

"Sorry, I just said the wrong thing."

The sudden apology interrupted Zhaoma's complaints and made him stop talking in a daze.

The cherry-haired young man in the field of vision is wearing a simple kimono, but his indifference and nobility cannot be concealed, making it impossible to look away at a glance.

His appearance is impeccable beauty, under this dazzling beauty, no one will feel alienated because of his indifference.

This perfect face, which is not inferior to Bishamonten's, is the reason why he can call his master affectionately without arousing the jealousy of too many people, and makes almost all the young goddesses very friendly to him...or, in other words, attentive reason.

But Zhao Ma is immune to this face.He clearly knew what kind of vile devil-like heart was hidden under this person's angelic face, not to mention, he already had his own heart.

However, in the next second, the young man who he identified as having a heart like a devil turned slightly serious, and said calmly and seriously:

"Don't show that sad expression, Zhaoma. I have already asked the seniors, as long as our artifacts are dark, it will hurt my sister who is the master. You must keep this in mind."

"Hey?" Zhao Ma was stunned for a moment, and immediately after realizing it, she promised solemnly: "I know, I will always remain optimistic in the future."

"..." Qing Ma looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly changed her voice and denied, "That's not okay either. Forcing yourself will only cause more pain, so you can't do this."

The corner of Zhao Ma's mouth twitched: "Then what should you do?"

"Just don't pay attention to those words."

"Huh? How could you not care... By the way, you should care about it, right?!"

Faced with Zhao Ma's indisputable complaints, the young man with cherry hair reacted so flatly that he ignored it directly, and continued to say: "I mean, you don't have to worry about Master Daosi's silly suspicions. superior."

Zhaoma paused, looked around anxiously, then lowered her voice: "Hey, don't say such things suddenly."

"I'm just telling the truth. In fact, I think her behavior is very detrimental to my sister. However, no one will listen to such a newcomer like me."

Qing Ma said lightly, looking at Zhao Ma's wet dark green eyes, who hesitated to speak, her brows and eyes were slightly relaxed.

"Zhaoma, you just need to be clear that no matter what time it is, I will stand with you."

Zhao Ma was taken aback.

"After all, you will always stand by my lord sister's side."

...This sentence is the most fundamental reason, right? !

The Zhaoma youth who couldn't help but hold his forehead complained in his heart, but he still looked away embarrassedly, rubbed his nose and said, "You...why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"It's not sudden, I just feel that you are a little troubled, so I will enlighten you."

Qing Ma said indifferently, and picked up the book again, with a reassuring tranquility in her tone.

"Who made us brothers?"

Zhao Ma was completely stunned for a moment.

His eyes couldn't help falling on the back of the left hand of the young man with cherry hair, and he felt that the word on the back of his right hand that echoed him was a little hot.

He didn't expect that a joke that day was actually remembered by this person, and he put it into action so quickly.

It is impossible to say that there is no touch.On the contrary, Zhaoma, who had just become a magic weapon and was confused about the future, had been wandering in the heart for the past few days, as if she was powerfully comforted by these words, she fell firmly to the ground.

He turned his head, concealing the uncontrollable corners of his lips, and said casually: "You are really good at saying such nasty words."

"Hmm. Maybe it's affected."

"Affected? Who?"

"quilt……"

The young man with cherry hair paused, as if something flashed before his eyes, and then disappeared completely in the next instant.

So he shook his head indifferently, and said without any abnormality: "No one, I just said it casually."

"Ha... Hey, I was almost bypassed by you again! Think of a way to deal with the fact that you can't transform!"

"Yes Yes."

"Don't be perfunctory!"

"Yes, Mama Zhaoma."

"Who is Zhao Ma's mother——!"

The author has something to say: The world of Noragami is just a transition, about the end of chapter five, there are some nagging things that need to be resolved, for example, Fei Shi is a person favored by heaven, even the gods are quite fond of it (cough) .

What's more, I really have a pure heart, a pure body, a good body fragrance, and a good waist Wuyuanshen, ah, teaching the gods and humans the blissful things (you know) really makes me excited hehehe (cover nosebleed.jpg)

Fei Shi: Shenming Brand Battery!Super easy to use!

After that, it will be a messy stew!Wenye Tutor Black Basket...everything! !wakaka!

Ah, there is also the name of the artifact. Everyone knows that gods usually choose words with multiple pronunciations when they are named, right?So Feishi's name is now "kiyoma", and when it is read as a weapon, it is "seiki"!

In addition, there are foreshadowings in the pronunciation of the name of this artifact. Emmm, I don’t know if you can find it. 2333