In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

With a smile on his face, the young man stared at the back of the dizzy little white tiger fooled by him obediently holding the money to buy candied haws. He didn't stand up until the young man's figure disappeared from the edge of his vision. The green tea in the cup is drained in one gulp.Holding a fan like a leisurely tourist, walking calmly into the crowd.

The small hawthorns that looked like red beads were inserted on the bamboo sticks in an orderly manner, with a layer of translucent amber syrup sticking on them.Finally came back? The amazing Atsumi Nakajima has already walked to the place where the candied haws are sold, and I am sorry to go back again, so I have to line up obediently.But when it came to him, he planned to just order a bunch, but his stomach grunted in a timely manner.Under the smiling eyes of the grandfather selling candied haws, Atsushi Nakajima smiled awkwardly and stretched out two fingers.

After taking a bite of the candied haws, are you satisfied with the sweet and sour taste? You consciously squint your eyes.Nakajima Atsushi was biting the candied haws while walking slowly with another bunch in his other hand.Anyway, I bought everything, so let him slow down? There is no harm in leaving.

When Atsushi Nakajima walked back to the original fortune-telling booth, what appeared in front of him was a state of people going to the tea space, and the bamboo chair was shaking slowly, which was extremely obtrusive in his vision.

A ball of anger rose in his belly, and he endured and endured, and finally Atsushi Nakajima roared unbearably: "Where are you Akutagawa?!"

Atsushi Nakajima took the candied haws and looked around, and asked many shop owners along the way. Finally, in the alley far away, he saw the back of the quaint robe fluttering from a distance.

Really, let yourself buy candied haws but don’t you? Wait where you are.Atsushi Nakajima sighed silently, and walked over there with candied haws.

"It's faster than my budget, why, can't it be rushed? Can't wait?"

The setting sun at the edge of the sky has already come to an end, and the orange-red light has dyed half of the sky red, as if going forward vigorously and vigorously.And this glow fell on his face, as if it wanted to coat him with an ancient halo.

The young man stepped into the alley with blue bricks and gray walls, the soles of his shoes were stained with black and green moss, he raised his head, and the black bamboo on the fan seemed to have turned into a living and swimming black dragon, entwined around his white fingertips. Circles of dim light.

Thick black smoke surged out of the empty air, and armored skeletons came out with knives. The turquoise skeletons and black and red horns were like hell's unwilling resentment, death? death? He stared intently at the young people who were surrounded in front.

Akutagawa raised his hand slowly, and the simple sleeve robe moved up a little bit, revealing the pale and slender wrist bones, and the fan opened, carrying a huge gust of wind, and a lot of yellow paper floated out from his sleeve. The red characters drawn on it emit a blinding red light.

He tapped his toes, turned over and flew into the air, avoiding the sharp blade.The toe point? On the flying talisman paper, the fan closed, and the sharp tip of the fan mercilessly pierced the neck of one of the skeletons.

Unwilling roars sounded, and the pierced skeleton turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air as if it had exploded, as if it had never appeared before.

Thin white light slowly lit up from his body. The young man stood tall in the sky, and his eyes swept across the bottom with his careless eyes. At this time, the depths of his eyes seemed to be that little bit of climbing night. , the flickering cold light plunged into the depths of the pupils, twisting into a lonely abyss.In the eyes of Atsushi Nakajima who rushed over, the young man was like a god who descended from the sky above the world, with shallow sarcasm and biting coldness slowly floating between his brows and eyes, his pale and indifferent chin lifted slightly reservedly, The bloodless thin lips silently drew a sarcastic arc.

"You want to kill me? You don't have the ability yet."

The cold obscurity is entangled in the smoky gray crystal pupils, and the wrist is attached to the ink fan to turn, as if accompanied by the strange rhythm coming from the distant dust.The corner of the man's mouth curled up, and a sharp killing intent flashed across his eyes.

"Akutagawa..."

Shocked by the appearance of the young man, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but murmured his name to himself, but he didn't expect this? The sound caused the skull-shaped monster to turn its head, and its empty eyes were dead? Dead? He stared intently at the white-haired boy holding candied haws.

There were blade-like teeth cracked on the ferocious face, before Atsushi Nakajima could regain his senses in the future, he watched the blade gleaming with cold light slashing straight at him.

Is he going to die?... The brain seemed to be frozen, and the limbs were so stiff that they could not move. Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously closed his eyes tightly.

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.Atsushi Nakajima opened his eyes in a daze, and a blackness blocked in front of him.

The young man's shoulder has already been pierced by the blade, and little bit of blood has disappeared into the air.Atsushi Nakajima stared blankly at the young man raising his hand to hold the front half of the blade. He raised his other hand, and the fan flipped. It exploded in front of him.

In the dazzling white light like snow, as if there were cherry blossoms flying, Nakajima Atsushi closed his eyes subconsciously, and slowly opened them bit by bit.

"Ah, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are so embarrassed."

A chuckle came from the soaring cherry blossoms, and the wide white feathers fluttered up, and the blade unsheathed, cutting off the monster-like skeleton neatly at the waist.

Jumping several times in succession, the man with a body as light as a crane gracefully raised his blade, and the mirror-like blade pierced the air, beheading all those terrifying skeletons like will-o'-the-wisps.

"Long time no see, master." He turned around, his long eyelashes that seemed to be covered with snow were not trembling, and his radiant golden pupils were slightly curved, as if there were white tail feathers in the air. His words fell leisurely, the long knife in his hand was as clean as a mirror, "This time, have you been frightened by me?"

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but be attracted by the astonishing beauty of the visitor. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly remembered Akutagawa who stood in front of him and took the knife for him, and hurriedly averted his eyes: "Akutagawa, Are you OK!"

The young man stopped Atsushi Nakajima from trying to touch his wound with his eyes. He straightened up by pressing his shoulder? He stretched out his hand and drew a few characters on his shoulder, and the wound wrapped in white light quickly healed itself: " Indeed, I was frightened by you."

"But come on, it's just in time."

In an instant, it seemed that everything before was a fantasy, and the young man returned to the calm look before.He sighed softly, his black pupils like dark pools opened a little? Little? Ripples.

"But don't mess with the teleporter next time, Tsurumaru."