Ashura

"So you are here." The woman named Yuko stood up, dragged her long skirt, swayed to the front of the man, and smiled at the handsome man.

Some are like improved versions of traditional kimonos, with a large pattern spreading out, as if to be fiercely engraved on the woman's pale skin, but a slit is left on the edge of the thigh until the root of the thigh, revealing the charming legs inside. This Ms. Yoichi Atom, because of her height and the pair of high-heeled shoes with very thin and long heels that are worrying to look at, allows her eyes to be at the height of the man standing at the door.

Pure black and golden, two pairs of completely different but equally beautiful eyes looked at each other for a few seconds, and then looked away tacitly. The atmosphere in the inner room slowly evaporated with the incense and mist in the room, meandering and silent. And in From the shadows of the room, a dark thing jumped out and jumped into Yuko's arms.

I was startled, and watched the doll-like black doll move its ears.

is alive?

Immediately my curiosity came, I also stood up, moved my position, and continued to observe the creature I had never seen before.

I believe that there must be many strange species like this in this world of romance, but this is the first time I have seen it.

There is a hemispherical gem inlaid on the forehead, big eyes, and a pair of lovely ears, although the whole body is black, but the round body makes it as cute as a big moving toy.

However, it seemed to be frightened by my research eyes, and only burrowed into Yuko's arms.

"Would you like me to come in and have a seat?" The handsome man smiled at Ms. Ichihara, his eyes like molten gold only had a cold and hard texture of metal, not at all as soft as water last night.

Judging by his appearance, the two of them know each other, but their relationship is not good? I secretly guessed.

But Yuko's performance denied my guess. She made a gesture of invitation, talked softly with the handsome man familiarly, and made the boy with rimless glasses serve another cup of tea.

"Of course, you are welcome."

Being led out of the store by the man, I was already itchy and I asked, "Professor, do you know the lady just now?" "Miss Yuko Ichihara. As you can see, she runs the That shop." The man was about half a head taller than me, he lowered his eyes and looked at me, the frightening light in those eyes hadn't completely receded, so that I was secretly startled by the peripheral vision.

He doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Is it because of that beautiful Miss Ichihara just now? I think Miss Ichihara respects him quite a bit. However, everything should not just look at the surface, maybe there are hidden things There are deep things waiting to be discovered.

"Which shop? Selling wishes and charging what she thinks is worth it?" And this business is not something that ordinary people can do. I laughed, with a bit of sarcasm in my smile, but unfortunately it had no effect on the people around me.

His beautiful thin lips curled up, he didn't care about my sarcasm at all, his voice was as flat and soft as ever, but I could hear a bit of coolness from it. He finally defined that Miss Yuko and her guests.

"A deal as you please."

Yes, as you wish.

I shook my head.

They paid what they thought was worth it and got what they wanted.

But is it really worth it? For an outsider like me, it may not be worth it, but for a trader, it may be the ecstasy of a fish in water.

But... how do I know this?

I thought to myself.

My time travel, my impression of these things, and even my sense of this professor are all very abnormal.

The space is isolated from each other, and the cracks in time and space are just like the laws of a world, so it is impossible for cracks to appear, let alone bring my whole body here in this form.

This is the law followed by each space, without exception.

I don't think I have anything special to allow the rigid rules to accommodate me. The so-called time travel is nonsense without power.

I don't believe that there is no cause and effect in this world.

"He's in the first grade! Give him something to eat!" Standing bored on the side of the road, I leaned against a dirty street lamp, the corner of my eye drifted across the street in front of a closed shop, the sound came from there Rumor has it. A gang of punks is beating up a teenager.

The handsome professor has already returned to the academy to attend classes after finding me, and he doesn't care where I go next. It seems that his appearance is to prevent me from meeting that Miss Ichihara.

It's weird. I kept nodding my head while thinking.

But he also doesn't seem to care that I found out what secrets there are, or does he want me to find out the secrets by myself? Or does he simply not want me to meet that Miss Ichihara?

So those who made an appointment with him for dinner had nothing to do before the time came, just to learn about the world. Although I think it is useless. If you really want to know more about the world, ask the person just now Miss Yiyuan might be better.

I have a hunch...my time travel has an extraordinary connection with her and that professor named Asura.

Doesn't it mean that as long as you can afford the price, you can exchange it? Then, who... paid what price for my time travel? Or, I paid the price myself, but I didn't Noticed?

So, is there something that originally belongs to oneself that can be taken away without knowing it?

I rubbed my chin and looked down at the sneakers I was wearing.

The rose red lace is too gorgeous for men, and it is a bold challenge to match it with black. I like this combination very much, and I also like the feeling that it is so gorgeous that it irritates the eyes. The dark blue jeans are so dull that they are almost black. Zhiji has the illusion of some other colors, which makes me feel very comfortable when I feel that I have touched the door. Until a piece of wood smashed hard at my feet, on my shoes There was a gray streak on it.

I raised my head and saw that something seemed to have moved from the opposite side. The boy in school uniform was holding a wooden board and smashed the head of a little gangster on the opposite side. I couldn't help but blinked with the force. .

Good boy, he has a good momentum. I silently gave him a thumbs up in my heart.

However, when the blood snaked down the top of the opponent's head and fell along the sides of the nose, leaving two dry dark red marks, the boy's eyes seemed to be out of focus, empty and confused. He shook his head He shook his body and fell to the ground.

Bloodsickness? No! Probably not! I can feel the power from that boy's body. It is a force that is infected with blood and becomes stronger. The blood will only make him excited, not faint. Bloodthirsty *In his heart, only killing can bring him salvation.

It was such a strange idea again. I smiled helplessly.

It seems that when I came out of the shop of the mysterious Miss Ichihara, some things kept running around in my mind. Although I also had this feeling at first, it was not strong. But I went into that shop once, and that feeling As if the tide was about to rise, it began to slowly come towards me, and some insignificant things were mixed in the wet water vapor, and it rushed towards me fiercely.

But when the person next to him yelled out the reason why the boy was beaten, it made me a little more curious about those gangsters who beat him.

It was because of the color of the hair. The boy's light chestnut hair and eyes were not used to by them, so he was beaten.

I laughed.

It seems that there are still many people who love their original black hair and eyes as much as I do.

"Kirara, what are you doing! If you stop me, I'll beat you too!" The braid with shoulder-length hair and braids threatened the one behind him from the fight while grabbing the chestnut-haired boy by the collar. From the very beginning, the black-haired boy was leaning on the rolling shutter door of the store with one leg propped up to read a book.

Although the chestnut-haired boy had been punched several times in the face, he could still see the delicate facial features. The light in his light-colored eyes made me particularly interested. And the black-haired boy had deep facial features, his eyes from I looked up in the book, as if I noticed my peeping, the pure black, across the narrow street, I felt the dark surge in those eyes seemed to turn into a terrible black mist and hit me, making me cover my eyes. With forehead, a little dizzy.

"Both sides know each other. I originally planned not to help each other, but..." Before he finished speaking, the black-haired boy suddenly dropped the book in his hand, and raised his knees to face the one who was still clutching the chestnut. The punk's stomach is a bulge, making people lie on the ground directly.

After clapping the non-existent dust on his hands and scaring away those little bastards, the black-haired boy smiled relaxedly at the chestnut-haired boy who was still lying on the ground: "I say you, Setsuna, you can really cause trouble." This feeling ...so familiar!

I covered my face, shook my body a few times, and quickly leaned against the lamppost again. The strength on the chestnut-haired boy, and the black mist in the black-haired boy's eyes gave me a familiar feeling. I seem to have seen that kind of power before. No, no, not only have I seen it, but my feeling tells me that I seem to be familiar with it.

That kind of feeling is like something I am used to splitting into other things. Unfortunately, this kind of power makes me only have one reaction after seeing it, and that is nausea.

He grabbed his collar and took a few breaths. He didn't pay attention to the little bastards lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs and moaning. Instead, he followed the two teenagers and left in the direction they left.