Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

I embarked on a new journey like burning my ass.

step on...step on...

My feet are empty.

"Ahhhh-"

The moon is dark and the wind is high, high above, empty above and below, empty, empty...

Why is the landing point at high altitude again——

What to do, what to do, what to do, the injury is not healed, do you want to use it, make a decision quickly, me!

As soon as the scroll slipped out of my cuff, the knot fell off automatically, and my hand sank, and Uchiha's Uchiha fan fell into my outstretched hand.

The body's automatic memory helped me adjust the correct grip posture, and I looked blankly at the gradually clear ground after the clouds and mist dispersed, and held the handle of the weapon a little frantically.

How should this thing be used?

——Using wind escape, controlling fire escape, and rebounding damage?

Well, how to use Fengdun?

I don't know ninjutsu. I have a stalk in my neck. I don't care. In short, let's make a swing first, and then...

"U, Uchiha bounce back?"

With the wave of this temptation, the six hooks on the fan light up, and several words related to Fengdun flash across, I can even smell the smell of new ink that has not dissipated, followed by the strong airflow Surging, I, who was only responsible for the initial fan swing, silently watched Shan Fan complete all the next processes automatically, and successfully delayed my falling trend for a moment.

--it works!

well.

I was so nervous, I adjusted my breathing immediately, clenched the handle of the fan tightly, and concentrated on calculating the whereabouts.

Judging from the lighting and building facilities, there should be a small city below that is not very developed. On the other hand, the source of magic power in the air is very abundant. According to the current falling trend, I should land in a forest on a small hill inside.

The night, the woods and the dim lights will give me the best cover, okay, get ready to make an emergency landing!

I raised the fan in my hand again, and I frowned when I caught sight of a familiar building passing by out of the corner of my eye.

That place...I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

My DNA is about to move, but my brain just can't think of it.

Forget it.

If I give up in a second, it is better to solve the present moment first, and I will always think of it when it is time to think about it.

I deftly adjusted my position in the air and spotted a small open space below.

Fancy emergency landing——

"Hey."

I skillfully rolled in a circle to relieve the momentum, brushed the fried hair back of my head, and tried to stand up with one hand.

Next, find a place to spend the night, take a stroll around the city tomorrow, and speculate what kind of world this is.

But the most urgent thing is to--

"..."

I silently stared at the ground resting on my right hand.

To be precise, it was drawn with blood on the ground, a magic circle.

The wreckage of the magic circle.

This is obviously a used magic circle. Its user was very cautious, and meticulously disposed of the remaining magic power before leaving, and even carefully covered up the marks left behind.

At least I didn't find any clues before I descended.

The exception appeared after my hand pressed it up.

I slowly turned my eyeballs, and moved my gaze down to the back of my hand that should have been clean.

"...Hiss, ah this." I stared at the red three-stroke imprint that appeared at an unknown time and murmured: "It's not good."

This is obviously the pattern of the Thousand Hands Clan Emblem split in half, and at first glance it is strikingly similar to the Uchiha Clan Emblem.

The broken magic circle under his hand is automatically repairing, and the dark red blood that has long dried up automatically extends and connects into a perfect circle.

"Let's discuss it," I tried to persuade the unknown existence in the air sincerely: "You see, I am also lacking in magic now, and I really can't support a big demon devourer."

Within the perfect circle, the details are being repaired one by one.

"Although I really want to replenish my magic power, I really don't have the slightest greed for the Holy Grail," I almost swore, "Really, trust me!"

"As an ordinary peace lover," I sped up my speech: "I don't want to join this hidden battlefield at all. If you insist on choosing me, I—"

I paused, suddenly there was no strong reason for the threat.

I can't let the heroic spirit who responded to my call kill myself in place, and I don't want to stay in the rear until the end of the battle. It's better to take the initiative than to be passive. At that time, the one who will fight the most vigorously may be me...

Damn it, isn't this a way to control my thoughts to death? If I'm sure, I won't be perfunctory.

What can I do, finally swallow the Holy Grail of birth?

Huh?Wait.

According to my current level of lack of magic, maybe, it seems...

...It seems that it is not impossible.

My words from the bottom of my heart were obviously ignored. While I was contemplating, the magic circle began to glow.

Sure enough, he couldn't escape.

I masked my pain, closed my eyes, and took advantage of the time before the magic circle was officially activated, so I quickly cleared my mind.

Since you can't avoid it, then try to turn the situation in a direction that is beneficial to you.

I took a deep breath, and when I opened my eyes again, there was no hesitation in my eyes.

"Okay," I stood up with my right hand. "This is indeed the most effective and radical method."

I don't know if we are fighting the serious Holy Grail War, or the unscrupulous Holy Grail War derived from it...

In short, before being discovered by more people, hurry up and finish summoning Quick Fight.

Now that the ducks are being forced to be bought and sold, it is too late for other intervention preparations. There are many hero stories in the Hall of Valor, and it doesn't matter what ability and character are. After all, I can also act as the main attacker, so——

Of course compatibility is the most important thing!

Thinking of this, I silently moved a few steps closer to the officially opened magic circle—or the summoning circle, and I almost stood in it.

Try to maximize your impact.

——Sincerely hope that I am a good person.

It stands to reason that without the interference of the holy relic, the one who can respond to the call should be the heroic spirit who is most compatible with me or has the greatest relationship with me, but just in case, should I say something?

"Declare—"

Oops, the summoning words and the like have long been emptied out of my brain.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I simply began to recall all the things I had walked along the way, and casually grabbed the words that came to my mind and started talking nonsense.

"Open up everything about me, please be enlightened—"

When the first sentence fell, my original power was already connected to the summoning array, and I don't know if the side of the Heroic Seat can receive my thoughts.

Even if they can't receive it, this kind of idealistic summoning system should be able to automatically select suitable partners, right?

Then I leave it to you!

"—to learn from my heart, my thinking, and what I will accomplish."

What I insist on, what I should work hard for, what I don’t want to give up, maybe naive, maybe naive, maybe just the illusory possibility of extravagant hope, including the reason why I joined the war this time, all of them will be passed on without reservation past.

Almost the moment I opened my mind, the airflow in the summoning array began to expand and twist.

The magic power in my body, which was half of the blood, quickly flowed to the summoning circle with the initiation of the ceremony, and my eyes suddenly went dark, and I was able to stabilize my staggering figure by leaning on the handle of the fan behind me.

The air in the summoning array is still distorted. Through the unclear field of vision, I seem to vaguely see small space cracks, which are about some kind of "although it is impossible, it does exist" and "although it is possible, but the material world does not exist." The presence.

... When did I become so philosophical?

I maintained a motionless posture, tried my best to increase and deepen my breathing, and tried my best to plunder the natural force in the air and the earth veins to replenish my blood vessels. As for the problem that the proportion of blood is getting less and less...

Who would think about this problem when people are about to lose their feet!

Woohoo, it's a big loss. If I don't get the Holy Grail, I will create a chance to take a bite.

Today I am Chaos Evil·Limited!

The energy-sucking summoning formation like a bottomless pit finally calmed down. Under the half-covered moonlight and through the gradually stabilized space, a beam of colorful light projected down from the seat of heroes in the distance. The center of the formation gradually solidified.

Colorful... light?

After my brain is broken, are my eyes broken too?

I blinked vigorously, and found that the summoning had not stopped, because I hadn't mastered the switch of power transmission, and the energy in my body was still flowing to that side continuously.

"Master...?" Continuous light rose from the descendant's body, the originally illusory aura settled down and solidified with the continuous light, and the already heavy aura also climbed step by step.

I had to increase my intake of the magic power of the great source in the air.

Summoning heroic spirits, does it take so much magic power?

I really am still too weak——

"Oh, thank you very much." A hearty male voice came from the summoning formation, "You are so generous."

Eh?ah?What did I do?

It seems to have reached a bottleneck, the violently withdrawn magic power stagnates, and the next energy flow directly returns to the original path. I quickly cut off the absorption of external magic power, and avoided the terrible end of being exploded in time.

After this operation, the previous questions were also forgotten by me. In order not to make the heroic spirit who spoke first wait too long, I straightened my already straight back and politely replied: "I should do it." of?"

I feel that this gentleman is quite easy to get along with.

I briefly adjusted my state to adapt to the current lighter body, and cheered up to look at——

This is a very tall Heroic Spirit.

He was dressed in a well-designed suit that was easy to move around. The vital parts of his torso and limbs were covered with armor.

In his left hand he held a red longbow that was almost as tall as him.

Archers?

The sound is somewhat familiar.

——This figure seems quite familiar.

No, very familiar.

My DNA, engraved with countless things, is about to move again.

As this person stepped out of the summoning formation, the airflow stabilized, the smoke and dust dispersed, and I could clearly see the appearance of the heroic spirit who descended into the world.

"you are--"

"I am Arash, known as the hero of the East—"

My blurted words overlapped with his formal response.

"Huh? You know me?"

"——The Great Hero," my eyes sparkled, and I took a step forward subconsciously: "I shot the powerful and pure Arash that tore apart the earth and shattered the stars!"

It was the all-too-familiar Heroic Spirit, a great, pure hero who saved the country and the world, who answered my call.

What an honor.

"Hahahaha, that's how you judge me," Heroic Spirit laughed bluntly, "But I don't remember that I smashed a star...?"

His unfinished words ended in my shining eyes: "—it seems that you know 'me'."

"Yeah!" My silent emotions were completely ignited. Arash's appearance seemed to be an affirmation of all my previous actions. I could even feel a surge of enthusiasm that I had never had before. "I have seen you The arrow of the arrow passed through the shining sky and brought people the benevolent seven-color light, it is a well-deserved magical skill—"

Although on the phone.

"...I'm sorry, thank you for answering my call." I took a deep breath, calmed down my emotions, looked at the heroic spirit who was listening to me patiently, and clenched his fists: "I will try my best to be worthy of you." The Master's!"

"Don't be modest," the archer nicknamed Arash the Archer laughed. He raised his hand and patted my shoulder vigorously: "Although I can't see it very clearly from the Seat of Heroes,"

"Eh?"

"You've already met that standard."

"……Wow?"

"So please teach me more, Master!"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"But by the way, that, Miss Master..."

"Yes?"

"Our contract is not yet complete?"

"Ahhhh—sorry, I just..."

"what happened?"

"That, Mr. Arash... how to complete the contract?"

"Hmm... Is Miss Master a layman?"

"Because, because I was also rushed here temporarily, in fact, I am better at cutting directly with a knife..."

"That's it, no wonder..." Arash, a pure warrior, archer, and layman, faced my begging eyes, waved his hands tolerantly, and flipped down the basic knowledge transmitted by the Holy Grail with his chin, "Little things, Just swap names at the end."

So simple?

"Name," I tilted my head tentatively, "You can call me Qianshouhua, please give me your advice?"

As the voice of this sentence fell, I clearly felt that the seemingly invisible connection was instantly clear, and a temporary contract based on the Holy Grail transfer station was formally established.

"Okay," I exhaled, and looked at the guarded archers: "Mr. Arash, you—"

A series of values ​​that were almost out of the table scrambled to occupy my field of vision, and I couldn't help but lean back and gasped.

Arash, the first full-fettered existence in the mobile game I have been involved in for many years, the famous one-star God of War, the actual value...is it so high?

"Hiss, so strong."

"Ah, this seems to come from the generous gift from the contract after the summoning. The magic power delivered directly brought me to the peak stage." Archer clenched his fists, "I can't be in a better state than I am now."

"I see." I don't really understand the magic side, maybe it's the basic operation?

I nodded seriously, and reciprocated: "Because Mr. Arash is also a very powerful existence!"

"Okay," the bow soldier who matched my concave shape broke his merits, and couldn't help but said, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, why don't you leave here first and then make plans?"

"Okay," I blinked, and followed the arrangement of this senior with rich combat experience, "Shall I deal with this formation first?"

As I said that, I looked back and found that the magic circle that had been used twice had already dissipated by itself, leaving no residual magic fluctuations.

It stands to reason that the perfect can't be more perfect, I should be able to leave with peace of mind, but...

I frowned, and walked around the original location where the formation existed.

Why is there a feeling that if I leave, I will regret it for the rest of my life?

The archers who were about to leave were keenly aware of my hesitation, stopped in tacit understanding, and stood by the side silently.

Having been able to think quietly, I once again looked at the space above the formation.

Thinking about it carefully, the tiny crack in space I saw when my consciousness was briefly blurred, and the philosophical thinking that suddenly appeared in my mind, which was not my own idea at first glance, are also very suspicious.

In this world view, "what is impossible but does exist" is nothing, and "what is possible but not in the material world" is emptiness.

Connected together, nothingness, what can be thought of is the imaginary number space, or... there is a root?

The unknown, erased existence, which my senses can't scan, and there is no danger warning, even makes me have an existence that I will regret once I ignore it——

I opened my mouth softly, cautiously, with a secret expectation that I didn't even dare to have: "You..."

It seemed to be a smoke that would be blown away by a breeze, with a trembling that was fragile to the touch.

"Would you like strawberry shortcake?"

That must be you, Romani Archman.