My shikigami is number one in the world

At the entrance of the new building, the lone pine stands on the road in a slightly leaning posture to welcome visitors. It was originally intended to bring out a little bit of the beauty of buffering wabi-sabi in the architectural picture dominated by straight lines.But now not only the Lone Pine, but also a piece of decorative plants on the left periphery of the exhibition hall have been lifted up, leaving the ground in a mess.

The fountain that was shut down was damaged somewhere, spraying water obliquely in the snowy night, with a wet and cold air.

When Xin Taisen ran out of the exhibition hall, he felt his heart tremble slightly. It seemed that he felt a little uneasy because he left 99 Chao, the only partner in the snowy night.

But he couldn't keep up with the sound of metal clashing.

Just like the 99 Chaos in the exhibition hall gave Xin Taisen a sense of familiarity when he first met, making his eyes and thoughts always follow each other unconsciously, the same is true for this strange voice, which seems to be able to attract His soul forced him to leave the boy, recalling the scenes in that weird dream.

The two exhibition halls of the National Museum are a combination of the old and the new. The plants and trees outside the museum have been studied and designed, all of which reflect trendy and nostalgic images, and there are many small and elegant courtyard aesthetics in the details.

The snowy night was silent, under a rotten tree, an old man was kneeling on the ground, slowly wiping his knife.

The sound of metal colliding comes from the knife in his hand and the whetstone in front of him. Before and after the knife is sharpened, it needs to be washed with clear water. After washing, the knife shines white.The extremely dark natural light outlines the silhouette of the old man, and the buildings and plants in the background are all quiet ink paintings, so that only the sharp blade in his hand is shining in the dark, showing a clean color with the white snow falling slowly from the sky, which is in sharp contrast. It brings a touch of weirdness to the whole picture.

Xin Taisen's lips parted, uncertain, "...Uncle?"

Why is uncle here?

The old man in the picture put down the knife in his hand, and the scorpion flowed out strangely, and rushed towards the big boy with white hair and red eyes.

"Arsen..."

The drifting snow began to change, and the gust of wind that came from nowhere lifted up flakes of snow, squeezing and sucking the silent air.

The tremendous pressure suddenly pressed down on Xin Taisen's back. While feeling inexplicable, he felt as if densely packed thin feet walked over his skin. An extremely dangerous aura followed in the night sky and fell beside the old swordsman.

The monster fighting Zenyuan Naoya has slender legs, and smoke is rolling around its body. The ferocious appearance of the previous moment is now slightly restrained by the old man's side, and a pair of red eyes are staring at Xin Taisen, as if it can be torn apart anytime, anywhere. The closed mouth crushed the weak body in front of him.

"What's going on here? Uncle!?" Xin Taisen suddenly lost his strength and knelt down on the ground.

After Xin Taisen woke up from a long sleep, he actually remembered some hazy pictures.

When he was a child, the people in the Kuroi family were not close, and only the taciturn servant who acted like a doll took care of him. One day he heard the sound of a knife being sharpened, and someone came to the treasure house of the Kuroi family. It seemed to be a swordsmith. Tasting a handful of magic knives, he took out a few and tried them on the whetstone.

Cursed knives are generally made by conjurers, or swords with a history to form a curse called a sword spirit, and then use a special method to kill the curse, so that the blood of the curse is splashed on the blade.

This is a process of breaking up the power of the curse and completely putting it into the props.

When he was young, because of his spells, his family selected a few items that were likely to produce powerful curses early on, and planned for him to use them as spirit descendants instead of training them into spell tools.

One of the knives didn't have a name. When he saw it, his uncle's face showed a joyful expression, and when his uncle's eyes saw him, his expression could almost be described as ecstasy.

His uncle has always been very kind to him, so that when he was young, he didn't understand and never delved into the reason for this expression.

But why after he woke up, he obviously forgot the name of the most important protected object, but he only remembered the details of his uncle's kindness to him, and the kindness of the old man in front of the hospital bed who stretched out his hand to him and caressed him?

The old swordsmith slowly stood up from the ground, still staring at Xin Taisen with a very kind eyes, and sighed, "It's obviously one step away, but unfortunately... since it has been discovered, let's go a little earlier... "

Xin Taisen couldn't understand what he was talking about. In his feelings, the old swordsmith was still an ordinary old man, but a monster shaped like a giant dog crawled beside him, looking at him with ferocious and hungry eyes. with him.

His forehead was sweating densely, and suddenly he hallucinated a voice in pain.

【return……】

【give me back……】

The monster roared.

The low roar also slowly tore apart Xin Taisen's heart and lungs like hands, just like in his dream.

Seeing the white-haired boy spit out a mouthful of blood, the old knifemaker felt that it was enough, raised the knife in his hand, and let the monster around him take two steps forward.

The black shadow around the monster suddenly faded away, and the figure was elongated. The red and black bones flowed with dark silver light, forming the spine, and a man with a ferocious head and horns, dressed in ragged clothes, appeared as if composed of skeletons.

It took the knife from the old knifemaker's hand, its eyes were replaced by pure blood light, like an executioner, it walked towards Xin Taisen with heavy steps.

Xin Taisen was in a daze, and heard the old man say, "It's a pity, I didn't know your name until the end..."

name……

The red pupils shrank, and the memory sank into the vortex again, more chaotic and clearer.

That's right, my uncle's name is always "Asen", which is obviously just his pseudonym. Doesn't uncle know his real name?

...But what is his real name?

The old man looked drunk, "It's okay, I can give you a new name after I kill you..."

However, at the moment when the executioner-like monster pounced on Xin Taisen, there was a sound of the rope being thrown away in the air, as if a snake flew out of the darkness and slammed its long knife away.

"I've heard that conjurers have the habit of raising curses, but the method doesn't seem to be like this."

In the air, the fox tail swayed magnificently.

99 Chao has a light figure, landing on the snowy night like a silent anchovy.

He stopped, and a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his hand. It was this string of beads that pulled the monster away, the five-tailed rope, which had absolute control over monsters and curses.

He rushed in time, jumped in front of Xin Taisen, and confronted the old knife maker and the executioner.

Sanri Yuezong closely followed the young man, his steps were almost non-existent. If you observe carefully, his body is actually translucent, and the snowflakes falling from the sky can pass through his body and fall to the ground.

His eyes fell on the executioner made of skeletons, and it flickered, as if he had encountered a familiar enemy, but it was not worth mentioning. Instead, he looked at the fox tail behind the young man, feeling very surprised by this beautiful tail.

"It's you...you're also a conjurer?" The old swordsmith suddenly came back to his senses, and when he saw 99 Chao, he recognized him as the boy who had been a guest before, and showed a puzzled and surprised expression.

The person who came tonight is obviously a member of the Chanyuan family, why did this young man appear.

Something is not quite right.

When the old swordsmith was thinking, 99 Chao was also thinking.

Xia Youjie successfully restrained Zenyuan Naoya, and the huge red bird shadow of Sagano was released again. Across an exhibition hall, you could see Momiji Kari's wings dyeing half of the sky red.

But 99 Chao's eyes fell on the old swordsmith, confirming that he is still an ordinary person, except for the monster at his feet, the other party still can't see any non-human existence, whether it is his own tail or Sanri Yuezong who is behind him .

Very strange.

Very... Wait, 99 Zhao suddenly caught a flash of inspiration and looked at the monster confronting him.

The skeleton was exposed under the executioner's ragged clothes, surrounded by black mist, his scarlet eyes did not look at him, but still stared straight at Xin Taisen behind him.

It is impossible for the 99 Chaos who have been reminded to still not be able to tell what kind of enemy this is.

After the gods of the sword are polluted, they will basically become like this.

He frowned and spoke tentatively.

"Little Fox Ball?"

The monster didn't respond. Instead, the person lying on the ground behind him dug up a handful of snow and spat out another mouthful of blood.

99 Chao fell silent in an instant.

An unbelievable guess gradually took shape.

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I thought I could finish writing this story today ( )