K-type Mage

If you want to capture a young man who claims to be a mage, you can go to [a park full of stray cats and dogs], [sightseeing spots often visited by birds], [a bustling and fragrant Chinatown] and [Yokohama Bridge] Under the shadow] such a few places.

As a restraining mage, I am used to seeing monsters with strange shapes and different attributes, as well as desolate and dead deserted forests with hidden sneaks. Yuan Shen really likes the nature in the relatively normal world.

No one could find him when he didn't want to, so even though he was still staying in Yokohama, he even appeared as a mage who assassinated the ancestors and made the current leader afraid.

——Except for killing those curse spirits occasionally.

Monsters didn't appear in the crowd very often, and Yuan Shen didn't take the initiative to look for them on the mountain, but those hot-eyed curse spirits... tsk.

Only Japan has or more things. He really wants to wonder if this kind of thing is also a setting in shonen comics like those human beings with the names of modern writers.

The latter made him suffer for a while, "Why are those Chinese literary giants, including foreign ones, gone? How can I cultivate my sentiments and think about the true meaning of life through reading—"

It’s just a different dimension, why are the literary giants engaged in careers that have nothing to do with literature!

Then he fished out a book by Natsume Soseki in a bookstore.

Yuan Shen, who was looking for it on purpose, turned pale with shock: There really are? !Although I don't know much about Japanese literary giants, why are they two-dimensional literary giants so unknown?real or fake?Was it really only the former killer who bought it? !

But he was very interested to see it.

The sky is high and wide, blue and boundless.The afternoon sun gently sprinkled its brilliance, selflessly conveying its own light and heat to all things.

"I think the things I actually wrote down in the past are completely upgraded by male protagonists without CP..." The young man sitting on the bench muttered to the book on his lap in the light and shadow cast from the leaves and branches, and then It was like talking to a big tabby cat leaning aside.

The latter, who happened to be lying in the sun circle, lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him with yellow cat eyes, meowed and poked his head into his clothes again, his fluffy tail swung back under his body.

Yuanshen felt itchy in his heart, and it was not good to disturb the sleep of the cat owner.I had no choice but to seriously open the works of Mr. Natsume Soseki.

——"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." On the earth, it is a famous translation quote that every young person who surfs the Internet knows.

The older you get, the easier it is to recall the past. Elderly people who deliberately don’t think about the way to survive in another world can only compare those 20 years ago with the world they live in now.

Time is flowing slowly, and the noon sun is gradually moving westward, but there is always a ray of light from the gaps between the branches and leaves, shining on the young man reading with his head down on the wooden bench in a posture that is extremely unhealthy for the spine and neck body.

"Sure enough, there is only the first volume." The sense of loss that he suddenly couldn't read when he was fascinated was indescribable. After turning to the last page, Yuan Shen raised his head and turned his neck, and curled up quietly after waking up. He hugged the big raccoon cat in his arms, and leaned against the back of the chair with the book in the other hand, "Come up with a very reasonable reason for the pit... It's obviously a pigeon."

Although it's a three-colored cat...a male, poof.He thought of the rare male three flower he saw when he was feeding cats in another park, slightly bent his eyes, and showed a smile.

Tabby cat is very old.

Genshen stroked the old cat that was dying, and remembered that when he first saw him 20 years ago, he was so small, curled up under his mother's belly and shivering in winter, with his brother who died in the cold beside him sisters.

Even animals have wishes.

The mother Sanhua was about to die, but she was worried about her only living child.

"20 years..." He was slightly lost in thought, "It's really a long time."

The big civet cat listened to him quietly, "meowed", and rubbed the young man's palm with his forehead for the last time, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he closed his eyes.

Breathing disappeared and the cat died.

Yuan Shen looked down at him, his expression didn't fluctuate, but the corners of his mouth straightened for a moment.

He hates experiencing the death of other beings.

Life is fragile and worthless in another world. Powerless people want to live, but they suffer from the death of others.Vile and pathetic.

He didn't sigh, and he didn't smile.But with a blank face, he stroked the big cihuamao again.

"Goodbye."

he said softly.

The traveler has said this sentence countless times.Goodbye can have goodbye, but goodbye is farewell forever.

countless times.

Including his dearest friend.

"I miss you very much," he said to the dead man.

The traverser didn't want to make friends with the local residents of the different world at first.The huge difference in the three perspectives and the cruel reality of the other world made him suffer for a long time before meeting the other party, so that he seemed not so easy to get close to.

But emotions cannot be controlled.What's more, for a lonely survivor, the attitude of being tolerant and trying to understand even if he can't understand is really important.

He decided to bury the civet cat in the mountains.

There is his mother and siblings who died 20 years ago.

……

Yokohama's mountains are very green, and there are a lot of monsters and other small creatures in the depths.

Yuanshen buried the raccoon cat, and he didn't think it was dirty, so he sat down on the nearby stone pier, glanced at the dilapidated shrine above the steps, and held his chin in thought.

Although he is not as quick-witted as the script team shown in the book and can read people's hearts, but 200 years of experience is not enough. Of course, he knows that he has a good temper now that he appeared on the stage like that, which will make those people think about it and be afraid of what he will do. Bad idea...young man.

He took out wood and a knife from the storage room and slowly carved wood carvings. This is a good way to pass the time, so that although the traversers do not have good skills in both form and spirit, they can be regarded as proficient .

The sudden inspiration told him that something related to himself would definitely happen in the future.

So he doesn't mind showing kindness, lest there be no way to appease human beings when things happen later.

Power breeds arrogance, and arrogance is power. *

But the traverser doesn't want to be a bastard who tramples on life at all.He will never forget his 20 years as a normal human being.

Sawdust rustled down from the wooden block that was gradually taking shape. It was a lively raccoon cat with eyes wide open and looking innocent and ignorant.

The last knife fell.

The cihuamao wood carving seems to have the vitality to walk down the catwalk in the next second.

"It seems that after sleeping for so long, the craftsmanship is not unfamiliar." Yuanshen, who put the carving knife back into the storage room with a flick of his wrist, observed the finished product with satisfaction, touched and touched it cherishedly, and put it back in the storage room as well. Parts of other woodcarvings.

He had carved many wood carvings, the only ones he didn't carve were dead friends.

Yokohama has Araba spit.To some extent, Yokohama has a patron saint for those filth—although according to historical legend, Aomori is the god of Aomori.So Genbuka made a deal with Mori Ogai by laying down the enchantment to repel pollution like that, but he was just taking advantage of the amount of information he could grasp.

It's ok.

Smart people will soon realize what's going on.

Even after thinking this way, Yuan Shen still felt distressed. ...Why do we have to use our brains to deal with people in a peaceful world?He is obviously a super powerful mage.

For 200 years, the traversers prefer to speak with their fists.It's actually his best friend's job to use his brain :) That person has always been good-natured, and he seldom shows signs of embarrassment. It is said that he is a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman—they didn't bother to pursue each other's past in their relationship.

really...

He covered his forehead in annoyance, and once again blamed himself for why he could always think of his best friend after waking up.

That guy's soul is not in the undead world.In the restrained world view, the world of the undead is the gathering place of souls after death, and it is difficult for the undead to recall their memories of life.

Yuan Shen went to the world of the undead knowing that there was no gain.The death of a close friend is the annihilation of the soul.

——It was the traverser who should have died.

This incident always makes Yuan Shen feel sad.

That man should have had a bright future, where he could live well, instead of fleeing with a heretic and dying for him.

The wind in the mountains brings a quiet coolness, and the sound of birds and insects reflects the tranquility among the forest leaves.

The young man sitting on the stone pier raised his head in a trance, looking even more melancholy at the scene.

Of course, there are ordinary scenery in the other world.However, Yuan Shen and his best friend first met in a swamp full of miasma, and most of the time when they fled as accomplices in the early days passed through various dangerous areas. Memories are very few.

Yuanshen also had some moments where he wanted his best friend to truly see the scenery of a peaceful world.

The traveler sighed deeply, calmed down his emotions, and thought that he had become sentimental in a peaceful world; it was a little unexpected but not so unexpected——

Even if I travel through 200 years in my real body, face the old rulers, and almost become a god, I am still a projection from the main body, and I am still a good human being with super righteous views.

Good human beings will not do things that endanger human beings!He is a very kind old man who loves children very much!

——So why do they all think he has bad intentions? ? !

*

Mori Ogai tapped the document in front of him thoughtfully.

The Yokohama barrier existed for 20 years and was not known at first - in fact, it was discovered only a few years later during a time of chaos in the world.

The giver is unknown, and the alien non-human existence is rejected. No one thought that it would be produced because of a wish of the ancestors.

I noticed that the forces and personnel of this enchantment almost thought it was set up by a powerful supernatural person or a magician.

But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find out the truth.

The ancestors of the port mafia did not take advantage of this to make deals with other forces from the unstable position they took office to gradually grasping power. Why?

The existence of "Yuan" is only circulated within the mafia, because it is too absurd and the ancestors have no response, no one believes it.

or more...

The limit of three wishes is just right.

The mage could bear his temper.

The identity of Nakahara Chuya is the personification of the god Huangbatu, and it is also a safety device.

Mori Ogai knocked on the table again, and was a little distressed to find that although the mage had a friendly attitude, after learning about the inhumanity in the other world, he became more wary of him.

Yokohama needs a patron saint.Those who want to protect Yokohama cannot be relieved by the barrier of alien existence.

The laying of the simplified version of the enchantment shocked others even more than the previous 20 years, plus what happened at the same time that day... and what Dazai-kun said, the strange tentacles that appeared from the shadow of the ancestors...

He pressed the center of his brows, thinking that he didn't know whether to thank His Excellency the mage for clearing the obstacles for Mafia so that he could focus on cultivating his subordinates and developing his career, or whether he should be worried that such careless actions would bring Yokohama a catastrophe with all kinds of thoughts. Wizards and sorcerers.

Looking forward to the next development a little bit.