Don't come here, I'm not a random person!

The bath with water is steaming, and the bench and shower head are placed low before bathing. This is a Japanese-style room that is a bit cramped for two people to wash, but it can help to rub their backs and promote feelings. Traditional bathroom.

Fukiishi washed his hair with a feeling of emotion, letting the running water from the shower wash over his forehead covered in foam and then flow down the corners of his eyes.

I still remember that the first time I took such a bath was when I met Kusuo Saiki who had no contact with me since elementary school. At that time, she had just finished fighting with a group of idiots. It was after this that I first met him.

She almost beat Saiki Kusuo for another gangster who wanted to attack her.

But unexpectedly, he was taken home, took a shower, and after he came out, the clothes that he thought he could no longer wear were also taken care of as if they were newly bought, and then he realized that Qi Mu's family, although a bit nonsensical, but... I am very envious, it is the appearance of a happy family in my imagination.

Tilting his head, he let the running water rush over his shoulders, flow over his chest and form a pool under his feet, Fukiishi's fair face rarely showed a few traces of blood, and his pale pink lips seemed to have been smeared with soft red lipstick. The color of the cherry blossom petals, the lips and teeth that are gently opened and closed breathe out, the white teeth are looming, the short hair is gathered on both sides of the forehead, revealing the sharp phoenix eyes that have been blurred by the water vapor, a few traces of charm are fleeting, not sweet It is not greasy like a good sake, it is sweet and moistens the throat, and it is already slightly drunk at the first smell.

Fuishi, who doesn't know what he looks like at this time, is still thinking about how many years he and Qi Mu have known each other, but except for the three years in junior high school, they have actually been together all the time, not to mention that even in the junior high school years, she chose to live near Qi Mu's house. , and later became a neighbor altogether, and had more chances to meet each other every day than other people, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were childhood sweethearts.

Just occasionally, there will be some emotions in my heart that don't look like childhood sweethearts.

Fukiishi stood up, stepped into the pool, and breathed out a comfortable breath surrounded by hot water. She looked at the roof of the bathroom and thought silently: "What the hell is that?"

……

When she came out of the bathroom, she found in pain that compared with her calm self, she still overestimated the social skills of a girl who was fearless in the face of pursuit, but Ryota Kise, you are not very good at coaxing girls children?How could the scene be so embarrassing?

"I said you..."

Grabbing the blow-dried short hair, Fukiishi's gaze first selected Misaka Mikoto who was eating potato chips one by one, "I don't seem to know your name yet?"

"Crack-"

embarrassment.

Misaka Mikoto seemed to have these two characters written on her face. After she ate the crushed potato chips, she quickly improved the version of her self-introduction to Kise Ryota, and sincerely and gratefully told Fukiishi her name.

"Misaka Mikoto? Seeing that you can manipulate electricity, I wondered if it might be an electric shocker, but I didn't expect it to be... please give me more advice, my name is Fukiishi, you can call me Fukiishi-san, or you can call me Fukiishi. "

Fukiishi smiled and omitted her name, which is her usual habit, and now she is unmoved when she encounters strange doubts and other types of eyes.

"Little Blowing Rock!"

Huang Lailiang interjected sadly, "You ignore me!"

"Sorry, sorry." Fuishi came to the table without any sincerity and sat down cross-legged, rubbing his nose with a wry smile, "The main reason is that I don't know how to tell you. You understand, right? Like the things we have experienced, ordinary The less people know, the better."

Kise Ryota: "...will be silenced?"

"That's not the case."

Kise Ryo breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it's not impossible."

The anger was released, but the heart was raised, and Kise Ryota suddenly became more sad.

Fukiishi smiled and remained silent, waited for a while, Kise Ryota slowly moved over, and said in a small voice: "Is it true that Misaka-san said that you were hunted down?"

Fukiishi glanced at Misaka Mikoto, saw the shivering in her eyes, and shook her head inwardly, "Kise-kun," she said with a smile, "I'm going to tell your manager."

Let me explain in advance that one of the conditions for agreeing to Kise Ryota to take them in is not to say much to Kise Ryota, even if Kise Ryota is too curious.

So when Fukiishi said that, Kise Ryota withered, obviously the manager's lady had a strong deterrent effect on him.

"Misaka-san, why don't you take a shower first? Get some rest early after washing, and we'll leave early tomorrow." Fukiishi said to Misaka Mikoto, these words also successfully made her heart sink, Mikoto nodded, nothing After saying that, she walked into the bathroom. Unlike Fuishi who had to change all her clothes, she only carried a set of pajamas. The rest of the clothes were thrown into the washing machine to be washed and dried, and they could be changed directly tomorrow.

That night, Fukiishi dealt with Kise Ryota's coquettish jokes, and he and Mikoto huddled together on the bed, while he found out a friend's quilt and spread it on the floor. Wearing Kise's big T-shirt, Fukiishi apologized: "It's really hard today. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Kise Ryota, who was kneeling on the ground making the bed, became serious when he heard the words, "Compared to these trivial matters, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

Fukiishi was silent for a while, and shook his head: "I have to think about this tomorrow, there are too many things tonight, not just me, Misaka-san... Mikoto is also tired." As he spoke, his eyes stayed on the face of Mikoto who was fast asleep.

Kise Ryota also saw Mikoto's tired side face, without saying anything, he just said good night after turning off the lights.

Fuishi then said, "Good night."

At night, everything is silent, and behind the drawn curtains, there are faint stars shining all over the ground. I don’t know whether the brilliance of the stars and the brightness of the moon respond to each other, or whether they compete with each other to light up the quiet night.

After the breathing of the other two gradually stabilized, Fukiishi turned over and looked at his right hand in a trance, falling into thoughts about what kind of power he possessed.

This was the first time she saw her own strength so clearly. How those evil beasts named "Rashomon" were swallowed up in an instant after biting her left hand, which caused a huge shock to her in an instant. Blowing Stone once realized that Ma Canghao's words were not exaggerations, but the truth. This power allowed it to grow, and killing gods was no problem.

……

By the way, why did she want to kill God?

Even though his heart is heavy, Fuishi still thinks that he doesn't need to worry too much about the invisible things, like the existence of "gods", whether they are fictional words or real existence, what kind of impact can they have on the world? ?

Moreover, even if it caused an impact, would "human beings" have the ability to detect the source of the impact?

If I become the one who can perceive it, it's really scary to be so special.

I'm not like everyone else, there's only one...

Fukiishi, who fell asleep with such thoughts in mind, naturally had a nightmare.

The first impression was good, but the more we got along, the more I realized that the other party was bad. The big onmyoji Asakura smiled and greeted her while sitting in the darkness of nothingness.

Fukiishi knew that he was dreaming, so he made a face of disdain without hesitation.

"Why can I still see you in my dreams!"

Ma Canghao: "I'm sorry, do you hate me that much?"

Blowing Stone: "Hate it? You're too modest, I'm looking at you like a plague god!"

Ma Canghao: "Hehe, do you think I have nothing to do with you in the dream?"

"I'll go, how can you still intervene in my dream? You are too omnipotent!"

Fuishi jumped three steps in a row, put on a defensive posture and backed away, his face full of vigilance.

Ma Cang is convinced, this is the first time he met such a guy who verbally refused to give in to him, but he didn't have any disgust in his heart. Thinking of the sweet-hearted swords, conspiracy and sweet words in the Heianjing period, the brown eyes were like blood. There was a layer of shadow, but after hearing what Chuishi slandered, the haze turned into powerlessness.

Fukiishi muttered in a low voice: "An annoying spirit who doesn't even let you sleep well, you will be punished by God for harassing a girl's beauty dream..."

Ma Canghao: "..."

Asakang rolled his eyes: "Fuishi, if you say one more word, I will turn you into a man in reality."

Blowing Stone: "..."

A girl who is inexplicable to Ma Cang shuts her mouth. The world in the dream is quiet and scary. Ma Cang raises her hand. First, a gust of wind blows through his long hair, and then a large piece of grass covers all directions from under her feet. During this process, trees , flowers, rivers, butterflies, sky, even rainbows are born accordingly.

This wonderful scene like the creation of the world made Chuan Shi dazzled and praised again and again.

Ma Cang laughed and said, "I heard that you got into trouble with the port mafia?"

Fuishi, who was squatting by the pool and found fish in the water, raised his hand when he heard the words: "Didn't I mess with it a long time ago?"

The curvature of the corner of Asakura's mouth did not change a bit, and he questioned Kamibukiishi.

"The person who chased and killed you last time stopped attacking you after I revealed my name. You are asking for trouble this time."

Fuishi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Is your name so useful?"

Why does she feel like she's boasting?

Ma Canghao glanced at her, from her expression to her "mood", but he didn't explain anything, he floated to the edge of the pool and sat down calmly, shaking his hand, a fishing rod was pulled out of nothingness by him. Throwing out the long line, he started fishing on the ground.

"What are you going to do?"

Fukiishi scratched his head, "Okay, you actually know that I found out that this dream is not a 'dream', right?"

Ma Cang nodded disapprovingly: "If you don't even notice this, you can...hehe."

The word haha ​​replaces the end, but why is it scarier than Ming said! !

Fuishi said weakly: "I have never had a dream where I can freely talk to the characters in the dream. In other words, it is very unscientific for me to know that I am dreaming."

Ma Cang said calmly: "You have to believe that you are living in a world where science is dead."

Fuishi: "...Tucao you!"

Asakura bent his eyes and smiled.

Fushi scratched his head and squatted beside him with his legs crossed. The scenery of the lake and mountains in front of him was just right, it was a fairyland on earth.It can be seen how ideal the world is in Ma Canghao's mind. She slandered her, and slowly moved to his side, and when she moved to the post, she threw herself on the head...

"Boss, please hug your thigh!"

Ma Canghao: "..."

I don't know if Asakura had the idea of ​​cleaning up the house when he threw Fukiishi into another world. In short, when he closed his eyes, the gorgeous scenery that transitioned from blackness in the dream seemed to become a reality.

"what?"

A butterfly landed on his finger and drifted away, Fuishi looked suspiciously at the light blue sleeve that had slipped off his forearm, which was different from the one he wore before going to bed.

A white wide T-shirt with two large characters of OK printed on it, and black shorts that fully covered the knees.

Boys must wear it very sporty, but Fukiishi can only be worn as pajamas no matter how tall he is.

But now it's completely different.

Finding a water's edge, Fuishi turned left and right to look at his clothes.Dressed in light green, with a moon white top and a light blue bottom, an unknown knife hangs from his waist, his palms touch his neck backwards, his short hair has become a ponytail tied with sandalwood paper, and his long hair reaches his waist, in the water It reflected a handsome young swordsman Lang, if it wasn't for Chuan Shiqing pressing his chest with a face, making sure that there are still breasts, she might have... Well, life is always going to pass.

Holding the green grass root that she picked up at hand, she walked unhurriedly through the gravel road in the forest. Although Ma Cang could be said to be training her ability, what was going on?

Fukiishi confirms that the body hasn't been replaced, but are the hairstyles and clothes simply adapted to the times?Or, am I still dreaming?

Squeezing his face hard, Fuishi was silent for a while, stunned.

It doesn't hurt!

So dreaming? ! !

Embarrassed emotions filled her face. Fuishi never thought that Yin-Yang Jutsu could be played like this, and she followed her intuition unknowingly, and finally found a place to rest before nightfall with the five senses and strength that have grown rapidly recently She struggled to light a bonfire in the place, and as she looked at the crackling branches, her eyes gradually became firmer.

Since it's a dream, it's okay to mess around a bit, right?

She longs to be strong, to be like Ma Canghao, like Zhongyuan Chuya, and to have the power to deter all living beings like those people she doesn't know.

It is the instinct of living beings to wish to become strong.

If it is instinct, then people have only one way to follow.

The next day, Fukiishi embarked on a journey again.

A sword is a murder weapon, and swordsmanship is a trick to kill.

A certain swordsman once sighed so much to his outstanding disciple.

But the sword fell into the hands of Fuishi, and it has become something that gods and ghosts avoid.

The shot that cut off the autumn leaves in an instant.

The moment you lower your body, you can use the back of the bladeless blade to extend the time infinitely with strength alone, and the sword energy that freezes the air.

Fighting all kinds of ghosts and drinking the fine wine of the fox family is wanton and wanton.

Various factors make the Feng, which is destined to be unknown, become a famous weapon in the hands of Fuishi, which is comparable to the royal objects of the world.

As for Fuishi himself, a surname that has nothing to do with any noble or royal family resounded throughout the Warring States Period.

The reason for all this happened was three months after she "woke up" from the dream.

For three months, it was enough for Fuishi to practice a sword skill that was different from that of everyone in the world with monsters and beasts as enemies in the deep forest where there were few people. Then, she went to the battlefield with the sword that followed her.

The wars during the Warring States period might seem ridiculous to the big country on the other side, but for those who participated in the battlefield, or even formed part of the entire battlefield, emotions such as pain and ridiculousness have long been far away from themselves, and there is only one in their minds. Thoughts, fighting, and even surviving don't exist anymore.

In this era when the harvest depends on the sky, and there are daimyos and city lords enjoying leisurely enjoyment above their heads, the people in the lower class are so poor that people in modern society can't understand it.

The reason why they go to the battlefield is only to eat, so it is not surprising that they kill people or die themselves, isn't this just incomprehensible?

When did life become such a cheap thing?

But no matter how much I lamented that after seeing that scene with my own eyes, I was so weak, but if the person in it said such words, I am afraid that he would be praised as a generation of literary heroes.

Fuishi was purely involved, and then with his own strength, he went to the enemy general to take the opponent's head.

Her bravery has been sung since then, and it was the first time she showed her fame in human society.

But later, Fuishi recalled and felt that the rumors were false. God knows that she was just forced to point the blade at the enemy at that time, because everyone in that scene was killing people. If you don’t kill, you will be killed by the other party. She happened to have the power to end this "chaos", so Weiming came out like this.

As Fuishi said this, she leaned on the civet cat elder sister with a wine saucer in her mouth. At this time, she had already disappeared from the human realm and stepped into the ghost realm.

However, this is still a story. In the preface, the "wild dog" Akutagawa Ryunosuke who hunted down Misaka Mikoto's "corpse" was in the middle of the night, but he was not in a coma for long. Added power, but this person's obsession and will can't stand it is really strong, not long after, the eyes that opened were full of blood, and Rashomon felt the will of the master again, and supported his body from the change of clothes hem to The nearest base is approaching.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised when he received the news of the failure of the hunting mission. He went to see his troubled subordinates for this reason, and the lump of black lying on the white sheets in the infirmary was extremely conspicuous.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his pale brows and said seriously, "Mr. Nakahara."

Nakahara Chuya waved his hand, "Don't get up," said a word, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who wanted to get up and salute after speaking, froze in place, "How did you do it? I remember that little girl should have reached her limit, you won't I can’t get it back, is there something wrong?” In the second sentence, the old man has already noticed the strangeness in this short-sentence report.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at Nakahara Nakahara with no doubts but dangerous eyes, as if he saw Mr. Dazai's disappointed expression for him in those ice blue eyes, and suddenly the Rashomon transformed beast appeared restlessly under the bed. out.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Ryunosuke Akutagawa's depressed appearance in surprise.

It's been a long time, the last time he looked like this was when he learned that Dazai had defected.

Phew, remember something terrible!

Swiping away the memory of a certain dead mackerel irritably, Nakahara Nakaya reached out for a cigarette but immediately realized where it was, clicked the cigarette impatiently, and the high-end leather shoes squeaked impatiently on the floor tiles rattle.

"The report said that there was an accident. Hey, Akutagawa, the one who can make you hide it, can't be that guy?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke hesitated to take out his mobile phone. His life has always been an antique, and even the mobile phone is not a well-known brand, but Nakahara still took it patiently, and found the mailbox column. Not surprisingly, he saw the phone number on the top. That line of Mr. Dazai's words.

Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his hat, holding back his anger and said: "It really is this bastard!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "Mr. Nakahara!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him suddenly, "Don't move!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke froze while maintaining his stand.

Nakahara Nakaya poked open the emails related to Osamu Dazai viciously, read what he had said at a glance, turned around violently, and left, throwing his long coat in a fierce arc.

"Mr. Zhongyuan."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke got up in a hurry, and chased after him regardless of his poor physical condition. He was blocked by people arranged by Nakahara Chuya and took him back to the medical department. Mori Ogai's approval came from inside.He tidied up his clothes and used these actions to calm down the emotions aroused by Osamu Dazai before walking in.

The tone is still low and depressing, even if the headquarters is changed, the petite girl Alice is sitting at one end of the long table playing with a paintbrush, seeing him coming in and greeting him sweetly, Nakahara also knows how important she is to the leader In addition, he is a gentleman himself, so he returned the greeting with full grace.

After this set of movements, Mori Ogai sat on a chair with great satisfaction, which was just a proof of trust. He didn't deliberately go to the main seat to sit down, and he didn't stand up to apply pressure, but Nakahara Chuya didn't It was not rude to rely on this trust, but he was more respectful than Mori Ogai when he sat in the main seat.

Mori Ogai said helplessly, "Chuya-kun, you can relax a bit."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Then his demeanor relaxed, but his respect remained undiminished.

Mori Ogai seemed satisfied and said, "Then Chuya-kun found something?"

"Yes." Nakahara handed in Akutagawa Ryunosuke's cell phone with a blank expression, and Mori Ogai was not surprised to see the email that Osamu Dazai sent to his subordinates who once admired him. After reading it, he returned the phone to Nakahara Chuya smiled kindly, "Dazai-kun is still so interesting."

Who is the murderer who destroyed the headquarters through emails, and deliberately said that the war between the Mafia and Academy City is actually an illusion, and the real purpose is to unite together, and use "war" to compete for the leadership of cooperation right this kind of thing...

Mori Ogai: "Dazai-kun can see that our port mafia has the upper hand in the confrontation with Academy City, but this information can affect Akutagawa-kun's action, and the reason is indeed in other aspects."

Knowing that the reason for the failure of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's mission has been seen by Mori Ogai, Nakahara didn't dare to be careless, and asked cautiously: "Is it the reward?"

"Although Akutagawa-kun is easy to mess around, but his intuition is surprisingly good," Mori Ogai dressed in the style of a black suit from the port mafia, with black coats on his coats, and his thin, pale face was revealed with his hair lifted up , the facial features are a little gentle, but no one will underestimate him because of this, even if his slow-moving way of speaking gives people the illusion of being bullied, "We already know who made the bounty thing."

Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes hidden under the hat flashed a cold and murderous look, and his lips flapped a name.

"Miru Fiore."

Mori Ogai said: "Using the port mafia to test an opponent whose strength is unknown, Mirufiore's boss is really as unfathomable as the rumors say."

Zhongyuan Zhong also put away his exposed emotions and said cautiously: "What do you mean?"

Mori Ogai smiled: "Aren't you wondering what kind of person would be interested in that one?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also silently recalled the feeling that the little girl Chui Shi Nuonuo brought him, and his expression vividly showed the word "dumb".

"Pfft...hehe..." Mori Ogai laughed and waved his white-gloved hands, "Akutagawa's approach is good, Fukishi Nono looks simple, but it is very strange in the inner world, the dark world, and the spiritual way. King Ma Cangye is not the first one, and Mirufiore is not the first one, the real celebrities around her are the creators of the ranks."

Hearing this strange name suddenly, Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled it for a while before thinking of its origin.

"You mean the one who destroyed many dark organizations, saved many capable people, and is regarded as a 'god' in the other world?"

Mori Owai leaned back with his back straight, "This is His Majesty. Although the Lord of the Ranks has not reappeared for more than ten years, there are traces of his activities recently."

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought for a while, his expression was suddenly startled, "You mean?"

Mori Ogai half-closed his eyes, unable to see any emotions or anger, and said: "The method of destroying the headquarters is almost the same as the traces of the buildings that were destroyed in Academy City, and the records that are exactly the same are those that were destroyed by the founder in the past. The organization, after many years, the creator of the ranks came back for the sake of this girl Chuishi Nuonuo, what kind of value does she have to deserve all forces to come for her?"

curious.

It was also rare for Zhongyuan Zhong to read the inquiring emotions on the face of the deep-faced leader of the city mansion, and couldn't help asking: "Chushi Nuonuo was just born more than ten years ago, how could the leader of the rank have anything to do with her?"

Mori Ogai: "Maybe it's a blood relationship like father and daughter, or there may be a purpose that we don't know, but from the current point of view, the reasons why Academy City and the Port Mafia were targeted by the Founder have something in common. It’s because of the fact that Fuishishi Nuonuo was attacked and investigated, and other factors are not worth mentioning compared to this.”

When he said this, a "girl" with pink hair, a lollipop hairpin and forgiveness glasses in the PK Academy sneezed expressionlessly.

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you, Fuishi traveled to the Warring States Period through dreams at this time, but she thought she was dreaming, and then... Happy to hear →V→.

As for Qi Mujun, who was exposed to most of his medical history in Secondary School.

Saiki Kusuo: "I said I need to be quiet."

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……

A whole chapter of more than 7000 words, this is an update for the long comment Lulu sauce, and the additions owed by V are all over, and the [-]-word daily update will resume tomorrow, personally, and the update time will resume at [-]:[-] p.m. Get used to it, everyone, see you tomorrow~.