[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

The night was dark, the fluttering snowflakes fell silently to the ground, and the whistling wind knocked on the windows.

In a shrine in Bishamonten, two young people who look similar in age are sitting opposite each other, with a warm bonfire burning in the middle.

"In the end, you didn't cut off your thoughts for that artifact." Qing Ma threw a piece of dead wood into the fire, and said in a calm tone, "Is this okay? You have already collected the incense money."

"..."

Yato stared at the red flames silently, and after a while, he answered: "It's okay, if it's that artifact and its owner, it must be fine."

Qing Ma glanced at him: "How do you know?"

"...Because I often cut 'fate' for others, I can see it. There is a deep bond between that artifact and its owner, and it is not easy to cut off."

Yato slowly lowered his eyes and his voice was low.

"They are each other's most important existence, and they are all for each other's sake, so they will definitely survive this disaster."

He said, looking at the beating bonfire with fascination, his expression was slightly desolate and imperceptible.

"I want it too...a unique someone..." He breathed out a trance and sad voice, his voice was almost inaudible like a whisper.

But the young man with cherry hair heard it.

He quietly stared at the person across from him, his green eyes were filled with dazzling orange red, and the edges of his face were flickering, porcelain white and flawless.

Yato looked at him like this through the edge of the flames, and looked away with some difficulty, feeling that his heart was beating non-stop like before, and even his face was scorched hot by the fire, he couldn't help but Naturally said: "You... what are you looking at?"

Qingma looked at him for a while, and just when Yato was about to explode, he tilted his head slightly, and said in the same voice: "It's nothing, just suddenly found that you seem to be quite reliable."

Yetou's heart skipped a beat, and he almost stammered, "You, what are you talking about! Isn't that a matter of course!"

"Yes, yes." The young man with cherry hair responded perfunctorily, poking the bottom of the fire with a branch, looking thoughtfully at the red-hot ears of the blue-eyed god, and said: "As long as I make a wish to you, Can you make it happen?"

"Of course." Yato put his hands into his kimono, and gave him a slightly dissatisfied look, "Whether it's killing or beheading, as long as you give me five yuan, I can do it."

"I didn't want to ask you to do that." Qingma shook her head slightly, took out an ordinary five-yuan coin from her sleeve, put it in her palm, folded her hands together, and made a prayer gesture to the stunned Yato Look, slowly closed his eyes.

A moment of silence suddenly swept across the small shrine.

Apart from the sound of burning flames and the cold wind outside, only the clear breathing of two people remained in Yato's ears.

The young man with cherry hair on the opposite side closed his eyes with a calm expression. The sound of his soft breathing seemed to ring in Yato's ears, scratching his heart like a cat's claw, but it made his heart peaceful.

Like this, just the experience of two people sitting quietly together, he has not experienced it for a long time.

Ever since Fei—he no longer wants to call her by that name—betrayed him and chose another master to become Nora, he would use her even when he had to, but his heart had become cold, and he no longer regarded her as a family member.

But now, the artifact in front of him that did not belong to him brought him a sense of peace that he had never felt before.

——Is it because of his calm demeanor?Or because of what he just said?

Yato was thinking about it like this, and the eyes watching the young man with cherry hair faded before he even noticed it, and were tainted with an incredible warmth.

Suddenly, the cherry-haired young man in sight opened his eyes, looked up into his eyes, and said in a calm and serious tone——

"I want to be [person]."

"Please, help me, Yato."

The night was quiet, and there were many people in the shrine.

The blue-eyed god stared blankly at the young man on the opposite side, and after a while, he opened his mouth and let out a low sound of soul.

"--what?"

A few days later, after picking the herbs, Yingfa Artifact packed up his things and prepared to return to Gaotianyuan.

Yato, who heard the news, hurried over and shouted for countless times: "What does it mean to be a human, you idiot artifact!"

The expression of the artifact being questioned remained unchanged: "Of course it is literally, Yato."

"Don't be stupid!

"Yeto tugged at his collar almost madly: "Are you kidding me?" !Listen to me, although you are dead, no matter if you look up, down, left, or right, you are a genuine human being!Not a god or a monster, you are human! !Got it, idiot? ! "

Yato, who didn't know how many times he said this these days, felt that he was about to vomit blood and die from anxiety.

However, the guy who was trying to wake him up like this still opened his beautiful eyes and said to him quietly: "Thank you, Yato."

"I'm not complimenting you—!" Yato felt that he could perform a live performance of vomiting blood and died on the spot.

As if she didn't feel that he wanted to cry, Qingma tugged on her loose collar—this action made Yato immediately let go with flushed cheeks—and said lightly: "You have already received the incense money." So go ahead, Yato."

"Obviously you forced it on me—!!" Yato roared loudly, feeling that he would be bald with anger in just a few days.

"Well, don't get excited." Qing Ma's expression remained unchanged, and she tidied up her things and said without raising her head.

Ye Dou was so angry that he was about to say something more.

"By the way, in order to monitor your progress, I will come to you every day until my wish is fulfilled."

The cold voice suddenly rang in the ears, and the blue-eyed god who was about to burst out suddenly froze, showing a cute expression that didn't react.

Qing Ma looked at him like this, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the top of his hair, with a peaceful and focused expression.

"That way, you won't be lonely, will you?"

——In this case, you won’t be lonely, will you?

At that moment, Yato stared blankly at the young man who looked like a god, and heard the sound of his own heartbeat clearly.

"—That's the sound of love, Sayoto!"

The pink-haired girl raised the hair on the top of her head, and her pair of big eyes of the same color "pikapika" shone with excitement and gossip. She grabbed Yato's skirt and screamed in a low voice with excitement like a chicken blood.

"Ha, ha?!" The blue-eyed god curled his fingertips, and let out an unbelievable voice like a conditioned reflex, but his cheeks were already flushing quietly, "Wh, what is the sound of love, what are you talking about?"

The girl knew at a glance that he hadn't awakened yet, and with a lovely anxious face, she tugged at Yato's ear and began to hold a small love class.

She is the owner of the artifact that Yato "cut off his thoughts", the poor god Xiaofu.

Behind the two of them, the tall male artifact has been purified and returned to his original appearance, smiling helplessly.

His name is Dahei, and his master is this poor god.

Xiaofu is a petite goddess with pink hair. Although she looks cute, she is actually a god of poverty that everyone avoids, so she gave herself the stage name Ebisu Xiaofu, hoping to use the help of the seven gods of good fortune like Bishamon. The name of Ebisu, one of them, makes him less targeted.

Coincidentally, she and Kiyoma also know each other, and once tried to pry into the corner of the Bishamon to take him away as a younger brother, because they have similar hair colors...

There will be such an act of prying corners, of course, because Xiaofu and Bishamon have known each other for a long time.

Dahei's artifact is in the form of a black fan.

Because of Poor God's unique power to bring disasters, as long as Xiaofu waved the fan, he would immediately open the "wind hole"-a large number of monsters released from the underworld, causing a time-changing hole-so Bishamon, who was in charge of solving the monsters, Of course, I couldn't be more familiar with her.

It's just that Bishamon's attitude towards Xiaofu is not disgusting, but respectful on the contrary.

Because although Xiaofu is a bit girly and naive, she is kind-hearted, and except for special circumstances, she almost never uses artifacts to cause trouble for others, and she can tell fortunes.

Without using the artifact, she can calculate in advance the location where the event will occur, allowing Bishamon to rush directly to the location of the incident, saving a lot of time and energy.

Therefore, Bishamen honored Xiaofu as "Master Xiaofu" and often went to her to ask for a divination.

Kiyoma went there once with Bishamon, when Dahei was playing with his "son" in the backyard, so he didn't see him, only met the poor god Xiaofu.

However, because of the similar hair color, he also called Bishamen "sister and lord", so Xiaofu caught his eye and liked him, so he must say that he and the young man with cherry hair are more like siblings, and entangle him like a clingy spirit a whole day.

It is rare for Bishamon to be stingy, and since then he has never brought Qingma to seek divination.

With such a relationship, Xiaofu is particularly enthusiastic in matching up the savior and his younger brother (no), and pours out all his girlish heart, passing it on to the young Yato.

So when Qingma fulfilled her promise, when she went down to look for Yato the next morning, what she saw was a delicious god with erratic eyes and blushing at every turn.

He saw Yato's thoughts at once, and was a little surprised.

After all, he did not expect that God would fall in love with man.

Although it is not impossible with Yato's unexpectedly innocent temperament.

Since then, Qingma has received some small surprises from time to time, most of which are Yato's clumsy tricks of chasing people under Xiaofu's guidance, and it always makes people laugh and cry in the end.

And Kiyoma, who can usually see through Yato's entire strategy at a glance when he starts to "act", regards this kind of pastime of watching the other party busy knowingly as an interesting thing, and doesn't care about himself at all Zhao Ma complained about "getting worse and worse".

Yato, who has zero love experience, is of course inferior to Qingma in this respect, but he still quickly realizes that his policy has made a mistake, resolutely abandons the approach of the poor god Xiaofu, and begins to figure out a way by himself.

So next, Kiyoma would find a gift signed by him outside Bishamon's mansion every day.

These gifts are all small and exquisite, sometimes it is a wood carving, sometimes it is a painting, sometimes it is a bouquet of flowers... There are all kinds of strange things, but you can get a glimpse of the mind of a certain god.

The other artifacts were all guessing which infatuated guy fell in love with their Kiyoma-san, but Kiyoma himself was thinking about where Yato found someone to bring him something.

After all, Yato, as a desolate god who doesn't even have a shrine, has no place to stay in Takamahara.

The days passed like this day by day, and when it was the coldest winter, Kiyoma and Yato were invited to the house by Xiaofu to thank Yato for his life-saving grace and by the way (actually this is the point) for the assist.

In the severe winter, wine is of course indispensable.Both Yato and Dahei are wine lovers. Xiaofu is prone to mischief when drunk, but he can drink quite well. The only thing that makes people unpredictable is the calm-faced Sakura-haired artifact.

Qing Ma vaguely remembered that he seemed to be not very good at drinking, but even he himself was not sure, so he obediently followed the booing of the people around him.

After a few glasses of wine, there was nothing unusual on his face, so Yato put down his mind, took out the small beckoning cat he bought not long ago, and began to show off with a flushed face.

"Listen up! My Yato-sama's long-cherished wish to become a first-class god and build a shrine is about to come true! Qiang Qiang! See it! If you hold it, your business will prosper, you will be loved, and your fortune will rise—with a golden Maneki-neko-sama, a miracle made by magic stones! Mr. Ishizaki-san, who gave this to me, is famous far and wide!"

Xiaofu took it curiously and took a look, then lightly picked it with his fingers, then tilted his head and said, "But Sayoto, it's just an ordinary black stone inside."

"what--?!"

Facing the suddenly pale Yeto, Qingma who lazily supported her head with one hand snorted lightly, and said lightly: "You are so simple."

"It's not pure, it's pure stupidity." Dahei spat out a mouthful of poison mercilessly.

"Besides, this cat is not in a lucky pose, but in a long live pose, right?" Qing Ma took the stone sculpture from Xiaofu, and looked at it casually.

Xiaofu laughed twice: "...that is, the surrender posture with both front paws raised."

Yato, who was already full of arrows, screamed: "No way?!"

Dahei gloated and asked, "How much is this?"

Yato held his maneki-sama with both hands, and said in a miserable voice, "20."

"..."

"..."

The master and servant of Poor God, who fell into silence, looked at each other. Before they could say anything, there was a muffled "bang" in their ears, followed by Yato's nervous voice: "Qingma?!"

Xiaofu turned his head quickly, but suddenly laughed when he saw the situation clearly.

The cherry-haired young man who didn't know when he was drunk hit his head on the table and fell asleep.

In the end, Yato helped Qingma out of Xiaofu's house.

Because of being rejected by the gods, Xiaofu and Dahei also live in the lower realm, which means that Yato will help the young man with cherry hair go to the shrine of Bishamon, and return to Takamahara through there.

——After all, this guy is the younger brother that Bishamon holds in his hand and admits with his own mouth. If he doesn't go back, he will definitely be worried by his family.

……family.

The eyes of the young god dimmed slightly.

"Send Kiyoma to Bisha properly, okay?"

"Okay, okay, Yato is sure to be fine."

In the distance, Xiaofu and Dahei's voices sounded behind them.Yato was not in the mood to answer, and let the voice of the conversation fade away.

The sound of breathing close to the ear suddenly became clear.

Yato carefully licked the cherry-haired young man, felt his soft cherry hair rub against his neck, his face couldn't help but flushed, and at the same time, he felt an almost blissful tranquility in his heart.

Now, here, there are only him and Qing Ma.

Just thinking about this fact makes him feel genuinely happy.

Suddenly, the breath of the person around him sank, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at him drowsily as if he didn't understand the situation.

The young man's long and straight eyelashes trembled slightly, and his green pupils were full of confusion.Xu Shi was drunk so that his vision was a little blurred, he squinted his eyes hard, making the unfocused pupils look more focused.

As a result, Yato's face was clearly reflected in those vibrant eyes.

The young god stared blankly at those eyes, and even felt that all the light reflected from the snow had been brought into his sight by them, like real emeralds, crystal clear and radiant.

Those were very, very beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, an inexplicable impulse drove Yato, causing him to raise his head slightly, making his breath and the cherry-haired youth get closer, so close that they were almost entangled.

He stared blankly at the young man's unwavering gaze, as if being bewitched, he slowly lowered his eyes and leaned his upper body slightly.

"——Yato?"

A cold, suspicious whisper brought Yato back to reality in an instant.

His breath trembled, and he turned his head away in a panic like an electric shock. In an instant, his face flushed, and he squatted down concealed, and said, "This... it's too slow to walk like this, maybe you will encounter monsters, come up, I will carry you."

Qing Ma blinked slowly, her eyes stayed on his red-hot ear tips for a long time, and after a long while, she raised her hand to press the corner of her forehead, and lay down on his back.

Where he couldn't see, Yetou pursed his lips slightly, gritted his teeth secretly showing an extremely annoyed expression, without saying a word, silently carried the young man on his back.

The back of the young god is a little thin, but the back is firm and gives people a sense of peace of mind. The pulse of the artery is transmitted along the place where the skin is close, so that Qingma can clearly feel that this person is alive.

The man was alive, but he himself... was dead.

Never see the same people again.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt a little burning pain near his heart, as if there was something printed on his skin reminding him of its existence.

Chima knew what it was.It was like a seal engraved on his heart the day he woke up again. If you look carefully, you can still see that it is four words.

——[Sword of Forbearance].

But in the final analysis, he didn't have the slightest clue about the function of this thing.

Thoughts continued to diverge, the young man with cherry hair heard the sound of Yato's steady footsteps, and soon felt his eyelids were heavy, he couldn't help closing his eyes bit by bit, breathing regularly.

Listening to his long and steady breathing, Yato's heart was completely up and down, jumping non-stop.

The person on the back is neither light nor heavy, just the right weight to make people feel at ease.He was slightly taller than himself, that's why he was able to touch his head like that before.His breath sprayed on his neck, causing a slight itch.

Snowflakes fell on the road ahead and converged into one point in the distance, as if there was no end to it.

Yato stared at a point in the distance, moved his mouth, and said softly:

"——I like you, Qingma."

The sound of breathing on his back was interrupted for a second the moment he finished speaking.

Yetou was startled violently, and suddenly froze on the spot with his whole body stiff, his hands and feet were sweating, he hardly dared to make any sound, his heart was full of panic.

Huh...huh? !Why do you wake up? !Are you asleep? !Why... how much did he hear?

Miscellaneous and flustered thoughts and remedial methods were spinning in his mind, Yato didn't even dare to breathe, his whole body was stiff, waiting for Qingma to speak.

But deep down in his heart, he really hoped that he heard his confession.

what is like

The dull gods did not understand before.He was born from the wishes of human beings, so he also has emotions like human beings, and even because of his unique experience, his emotions are more abundant and his desire for emotions is more intense.

Compared with those gods who have awakened at the same time since the beginning of human beings, Yato is still too young and immature, and too lonely.

He has also received affection full of sincerity, which comes from his artifact named "Sakura".But later, Sakura was killed by him.

That was a long time ago, when he was still a child.

For a long time after that, he was always alone, yearning for that unique existence, but he never felt any warmth.

So after meeting Qingma, who is different from any other person and god to him, he thought, this kind of hope that time can slow down when he is with the other person, hope that he can be with him forever, hope that he can be with you forever Emotions that don't get involved with others, probably like it.

"..."

Kiyoma half-opened her eyes sleepily, and after a long time, she finally realized that what she just heard was Yato's confession.

There was no surprise in his heart, only the calmness of "this moment really came".

So, what he's going to say is...

"—Me too, Yato."

The familiar magnetic voice penetrated the cold wind and rang softly in Yato's ear.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head in astonishment, and opened his mouth to say something.

As if a discussion had been made, the young man who was as perfect as a creation of heaven leaned forward at this moment, his hot breath fell on his skin, and gently kissed his lips.

"..."

The world is silent.

Kiyoma withdrew her body, tilted her head and looked at Yato quietly.

The young god froze in place like a stone, and before his dazed expression faded away, his cheeks flushed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, the whole person froze in place completely, his face flushed and his ears flushed.