I'm sorry I went to the wrong set [Comprehensive]

The powerful and icy aura forms a barrier around it, and the high throne of the king cannot be approached by people, and it even refuses others to enter their own world.

Even though the distance between the two is only half a meter, and they can be touched by reaching out, there is an unreachable sense of distance, as if the other party will disappear in front of our eyes at any time.

When the cockpit rose to the highest point, the unspeakable panic in Yato's heart was infinitely magnified, and he didn't know what kind of voice he used to say:

"Can you stay? At least... stay a little longer..."

The strong premonition that Akashi was going to leave turned into a muddy swamp, unable to save himself, he could only allow himself to sink.

"I'm Akashi Seijuro."

He said so.

The last light in my heart was extinguished.

"Yeah, it should be like this... Then let's have a final carnival!"

The smile on his face turned into a false mask, and if he took it off lightly, the flesh would be torn off, dripping with blood.

……

"……what are these?"

Akashi seemed to be doing it on purpose, shaking the thick stack of papers in his hand, and directly slapped Yato in the face, "Your job."

"Huh? Work? What kind of work? And when did you prepare this?" Yato grabbed it and flipped through it, each with different prayers written on it, "Wait a minute, many of these are not from our shrine, Why are Ebisu Kofuku and the others mixed in!"

"Aren't you going to have a carnival? I think these jobs are just right, and they help you, so you have to pay for it. Since you don't have money, you can pay with meat. Or do you prefer the smell of argali?"

"...you will be punished sooner or later."

At this time, Yato didn't understand the truth that if he didn't do it, he wouldn't die.

Akashi thought he was lenient enough, so he didn't let him take a walk around the Sanzu River, and dismissed Yato, who was constantly probing on the verge of death. Akashi found Takagi again, and after getting a huge investment, he went to a shrine somewhere in Tokyo. However.

Yato never saw Akashi again the next day.

And after Akashi returned to his own world, he sorted out the materials/materials given to him by Akashi Masaomi overnight to write a business plan. The client was overseas, so he had to make two copies, which needed to be translated into English.

I only squinted on the bed for a short while before the sky became bright, and I quietly looked at the sparse stars outside the window for a few seconds before getting up to take a shower.

After breakfast, he handed over the results of the night's labor to Akashi Seishi, who just said with a sullen face, "It's my son", and didn't say anything else. Akashi has long been used to this, and turned away in silence go.

In the past, he had to ride a horse for a few laps every morning, but today he uncharacteristically took out his collection of swords. The butler watched the young master's movement of swinging the sword from a distance.

Since the death of his wife, the head of the family has become more and more strict with the young master. At that time, the young master was still a child under ten years old. One can imagine how much pressure there was, and the smiles became less and less. Now even the human feelings are gradually forgotten, and the incarnation pursues The victorious robot.

The more the butler looked at it, the more he felt unreal, as if the two people were in different worlds, as long as there was an opportunity, they would disappear forever, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and called, "Master."

Pressing the pause button for the vertical sword, Akashi paused for a moment before slowly retracting the sword into its sheath. It was because the butler had always been calm and serious, and there was an imperceptible sense of panic in that call just now.

The butler has been in Akashi's house for decades, and it can be said that he is the closest person except his mother. Akashi still cares about him, "Is there something wrong?"

The housekeeper hesitated. He was really fine. Suddenly thinking of the invitation letter he got last night, he quickly cleared his throat, "Master Liguang sent an invitation letter for the weekend party."

For a big family with a long history like Akashi, in addition to the money and prestige accumulated from generation to generation, even the population is in units of hundreds, and they live scattered all over the country. I am afraid that even Akashi Zhengchen may not be able to recognize all kinds of cousins.The Akashi Rimitsu that the housekeeper calls is the young master of the Tokyo branch. He likes all kinds of parties and is frivolous. Every opposite sex he interacts with is only 3 minutes hot.

Thinking of the last time Liguang flirted boldly with a bikini beauty by the swimming pool, Akashi had no interest in the party he held for some ulterior purpose. It was strange that the housekeeper would push him away all the time. Speaking of which, is there any difference in the meaning of this party?

Thinking of the recent small moves of separating the family, Akashi agreed to the situation, and let him see for himself their methods of fighting for power.

Seeing that Akashi had misunderstood, the housekeeper wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say.

Young Master, under the wise decision of the Patriarch and you, where are there so many conspiracies and schemes? It is definitely a misunderstanding to fight for power. Everyone just wants to hold their thighs in order to maximize profits.

However, the young master has no other recreational activities other than basketball. Whether you want to make friends at a party or not, at least gaining popularity is better than staying in a cold house.

After figuring it out, the butler stopped thinking about explaining.

Akashi went back to the house, took a shower and changed into his school uniform. The timing was just right. After deducting the driving time on the road, it was not too early or too late to arrive at school. Not long after, a girl wearing black-rimmed glasses ran over and took the When something happened, he glanced at Akashi and quickly lowered his head, whispering submissively, "Akashi-kun, this is the activity arrangement for the exchange meeting."

The girl is Kuroki, the secretary of the student council, and she doesn't feel the fact that she is close to the stage. As the president of the student council, Akashi is not only strict with himself, but also with others. This activity arrangement has been changed since last month. After a dozen or twenty times, it was delivered to Akashi again, and she would really cry if she didn't pass it.

Akashi stayed with Yato for a long time, and he remembered it after thinking about it. It was said to be an exchange meeting, but in fact, each student took out one or a few things they no longer needed to sell at the school. , Donate the money from the charity sale to those in need.

After quickly but carefully reading the three densely marked sheets of paper, Akashi didn't make things difficult for her, and reluctantly signed on them, "The time is coming, let's get ready early, so as not to be in a hurry."

Heimu let out a long breath as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly stood at attention, "Get ready right away!"

Before leaving, she glanced at the tiredness in Akashi's eyes that could not be found without looking carefully, and said with some hesitation, "Akashi-kun...you didn't sleep well last night? You seem a little tired, is it because of the exchange meeting? I'm sorry, everyone It's my fault, how long have I been working on a simple solution."

The originally peaceful atmosphere had cooled down in vain, Kuroki shivered holding the folder, not understanding what he said wrong just now, he wanted to apologize but didn't know what to apologize for, "Akashi-kun...I...I...that ...Yeah, I'm sorry..."

Akashi put away the unnaturally released low air pressure, "Hurry up and get ready."

Kuroki buried her head in relief and ran away, not paying attention to the situation behind her, turning her head and bumping into Atsushi Murasaki who happened to be passing by, she was only in her early 150s and naturally couldn't shake her body like Ziyuan Xiaoshan, she fell back and sat on the ground, holding the Things also slide out far away.

The author has something to say: Well, because the author was shaken, he was afraid that he would forget the little angel Natsume, so he let the captain Ma slip back, but Yato will not just leave the stage like this [clench fist]