Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine illuminates the earth.
On the Zenith Mountain, in the side room of the main hall of Amaterasu Shrine, Amaterasu opened his eyes on time.
Even though the warm quilt was still tempting her to fall, the self-disciplined young miko broke free easily and stood up quickly.
She casually snapped her fingers, and everything in the room started to move on its own.
The bed that had just been messed up became tidy again, the quilts were folded by themselves, and then they climbed into the closet.
The red and white miko costume hanging on the hanger also seemed to have come to life. It walked behind the miko lady, then hugged its owner tenderly, and included the graceful body that was as fair as jade little by little.
in your own package.
"The Witch of the Forest is really a genius. Such a life spell is so easy to use. If I had learned this earlier, I wouldn't have had to suffer so much before."
After a simple wash, Amaterasu stood in front of the simple mirror and looked at her reflection. After making sure that there was nothing wrong with her appearance, she nodded and sighed in her heart.
Although as a disciple of the shrine witch, her status was respected, the teacher did not arrange for anyone to serve her in order to cultivate her ability to take care of herself. She had always washed, cooked and taken care of herself when she was growing up.
In the past, she didn't think there was anything wrong with this, nor did she think it was hard, but ever since she left her hometown and wandered around the outside world, there were some things she could never go back to.
"The magic I cast consumes my own mental power and magic power. This is the same as using my hands and feet to take care of myself. It is not lazy."
Maybe it was because she was back in the shrine and living under the teacher's nose again. Regarding using magic to facilitate daily life, the miko lady felt inexplicably guilty about cheating in the exam, so she could only comfort herself in this way.
It's just that there are some things you can cheat on and some things you can't cheat on.
Amaterasu opened the door in an instant and followed the direction of his memory skillfully towards the archery dojo in the back mountain.
You can be lazy in life, but you must maintain self-discipline in daily practice.
However, recalling that when she was wandering around outside, she was overly obsessed with swordsmanship and had neglected her archery practice. The miko lady felt a little ashamed again.
For the shrine maidens of Amaterasu Shrine, archery is their major, and other military arts such as swordsmanship are just minor skills. However, there is no other way. I can only say that the Muxiang Ichitō taught by the clown-sama is too powerful.
Fragrant.
However, now that we are all back home, under the pressure of the teacher, it is better not to continue to "play with things" and practice kyudo seriously after a long time.
Come to the bow dojo of the shrine.
It's still too early at this point, it's just dawn, and the entire dojo is very quiet.
However, after Amaterasu opened the door of the dojo, he immediately saw another miko who was kneeling on the wooden floor of the dojo and meditating quietly.
The miko was also wearing a red and white miko uniform, and her long, smooth black hair was styled in a traditional Japanese style.
Amaterasu Setsuna actually has the same hairstyle. Many mikos in the shrine have this hairstyle, because this French style combined with the red and white miko uniforms can easily create the feeling of a priest, just from the back.
As soon as you stop there, your otherworldly aura suddenly emerges.
However, these little witches dressing up like this are actually just imitating the trend, and the real person being imitated by the trend is the one in front of them.
The shaman-sama of Amaterasu Shrine and the nominal master of the entire Japanese island—Amaterasu Mikoto.
If ordinary witches dress up in otherworldly ways, then the witch-sama no longer needs to dress up in a special way. There is an air of airiness in every move she makes, as if a fairy from the sky has fallen to the mortal world.
She is the only pure white lotus in this filthy world.
Amaterasu Mingsuna stood at the door and silently stared at the back of her teacher. Even though she had seen the teacher's figure since she was a child, she had long been familiar with it, but maybe it was because she had been out for a while, and now she looked at it again
, she vaguely recalled the amazing feeling when she saw her teacher for the first time when she was young.
Others say that Tao Ibuki in the Yoshihara Flower Street is the most beautiful woman in Japan, but in the heart of the young miko, her teacher is the real most beautiful in Japan and does not accept any refutation.
After being slightly obsessed with the teacher's beauty for a few seconds, the miko lady came back to her senses. She walked to the teacher's side softly, followed the teacher's example and knelt down on the ground, with her back straight.
Before practicing formal archery, you need to meditate carefully. Only when you have peace of mind and no disturbances, can you focus your mind and shoot with perfect accuracy after shooting for a while.
However, after Amaterasu meditated for a while, she got up a little irritably. She picked up the Japanese bow that was taller than a human and then bent the bow and set an arrow, aiming at the grass target in front of her.
The more space-expanding spells are installed in this shooting range, the grass target looks very close, but is actually thousands of miles away.
After all, the archery distance of mortals is almost perfect for witches with their eyes closed. Naturally, the distance practiced by witch archers is equally superhuman.
The miko lady took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. The warm breath flowed out from between her teeth, and turned into clear white mist when encountering the coolness of the morning.
When his anger reached the end, Amaterasu's eyes narrowed for a moment and he let go of the bowstring in his hand.
The next moment, the arrow full of magic power had already shot out of the air. After exploding several gas explosion rings, the arrow turned into a stream of light and flew thousands of miles away, accurately hitting the grass target.
Well, nine rings
"Tsk"
The young miko lady clicked her tongue in displeasure.
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"In an instant, your heart is confused."
A gentle voice came from beside her, with a hint of coldness in her voice.
The miko lady turned around and saw that the teacher, who had been meditating with her eyes closed before, had opened her eyes and was looking at her quietly.
Amaterasu was silent for a moment, but in front of the teacher who raised her like a teacher and a mother, she had nothing to hide.
I am indeed a little confused.
"Teacher, why do you never pay attention to the Chinese people at the bottom of the mountain? Those guys have gone too far. The entire Japanese island is about to be turned into a living hell by them."
She had gone down the mountain several times in the past two days to help the teacher handle things, but even though she came back directly after completing the task and did not stay at the foot of the mountain for a long time, the scenery she saw along the way just made her very excited.
Not happy.
This hometown is really as bad as ever.
In the past, she at least felt that she could keep out of sight, but after going out to see the market, she became more and more intolerable to the heavy and depressing atmosphere down the mountain.
She didn't understand why the teacher, a magic witch, as the master of Japan Island, never controlled the beasts in uniforms at the foot of the mountain.
"Setsuna, I have taught you that an archer must stay calm. If you are not absolutely sure, never rush to draw the bow. Otherwise, you will only scare the prey and miss the chance of a fatal blow."
Miss Divine Witch calmly looked at the somewhat irritable apprentice and said so.
"But how long will this take? Teacher, if our strength is not enough, we can ask for help from the outside world. As long as the arrow is strong enough, even if it scares the snake, it can directly hit the prey severely. I
I met a very powerful adult in the trial court, as long as she."
Hearing the teacher's words that she had heard countless times, Amaterasu suddenly became a little impatient. She felt that the teacher was really too rigid. What age is this? She still wanted to solve problems by herself. Obviously
Why is it so troublesome to solve a problem that can be solved by just reporting it to the Inquisition?
"No, the matter on Japan Island can only be solved by Japan Island itself, and outside witches must not be allowed to interfere."
Regarding the apprentice's suggestion, Miss Divine Witch flatly rejected it.
"Why?"
The young miko lady was not convinced this time. She looked at the teacher in front of her stubbornly.
"Teacher, why would you rather believe in that ancient legend that has no evidence at all than believe in the power that is visible and tangible around you?"
"Then the natural saint is just a legend. Even if the legend is true, so what? This is the Western Universe, not the Eastern Universe. So why would a born saint from the Eastern Universe save Japan Island in the Western Universe?"
As a future shaman, Setsuna Amaterasu also knows many mysteries of Japan Island. For example, the existence of this entire island is actually to wait for the birth of a born saint who was predicted by the Eastern Saints.
But that is the task of the immortal ancestors. Why should they, the descendants of future generations, also follow them to escape from the world?
Although the Japanese witches are descendants of immortals, they are also witches. Why should a group of witches serve a saint among immortals? Isn’t it delicious to worship the three kings?
Setsuna Amaterasu is different from other Japanese witches in that she has never felt that her identity as a descendant of immortals is anything to be proud of. She identifies more with her witch bloodline than claiming to be a descendant of immortals.
As a witch, she should naturally respect the three witch kings, not those saints whose existence is uncertain. In her opinion, Japan Island should have lifted its seal long ago, actively communicated with outside witches, and integrated into the witch world as soon as possible.
right.
"Teacher, teacher, I know that you are only thinking about waiting for that saint, but only running water will not rot. Blindly being conservative will only turn Japan Island into a stinking pool. Not everyone has the same characteristics as you.
With such a selfless heart dedicated to the mission, how many people do you think are still holding on to the mission of waiting for the coming of the saint in Japan?"
"There's no one left."
"Why did everyone in the past feel proud of being descendants of immortals? That's because descendants of immortals will have the opportunity to follow the saint back to their hometown in the Eastern Universe."
"But what now? Are those so-called descendants of immortals still aiming for this goal?"
"It's long gone. The descendants of the immortals are just an excuse for the Chinese to better consolidate their status. How can they be proud of the descendants of the immortals?"
The young miko looked at her teacher seriously and asked.
Miss Divine Witch remained silent, because she also knew that what the apprentice in front of her said was true.
"But the saint has now arrived."
She said so.
This time it was Amaterasu who fell silent.
The reason why she felt uneasy today was not only the chaos at the foot of the mountain, but more importantly, the appearance of the saint in the prophecy.
To be fair, she didn't like the saint she had never met.
After all, according to the ancestral teachings, when a saint appears, they Japanese witches will have to work as dogs for the saint.
This may be an ugly thing to say, but it is the fact. This is the purpose of the existence of Japan Island.
But Miss Miko doesn't want to be treated like a dog, even if the future owner is destined to have a bright future and can even take their group of chickens and dogs to heaven.
When she thought about it, it was the ancestors who wanted to be dogs for the saints, so it would be better for the ancestors to be dogs themselves. Why drag the descendants like them along with them?
Before, the teacher sent her to the outside world just to find the born saint, but she took advantage of it. It was not because she was blinded by the outside world as she explained. In fact, she deliberately did not look for it.
What are you looking for? Are you so anxious to find yourself a master? Isn't this cheap?
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However, even if she was so lazy, what was supposed to come still came, and the so-called saint finally came, which made people very helpless.
So do we really want to be treated like dogs from now on?
Amaterasu Setsuna was very reluctant.
In fact, this time the teacher recruited her, she didn't even want to come back. She would rather hang around outside and follow the clown to eat and drink hot food. Isn't this more comfortable than coming back to work as a bully for a stranger?
Besides, she really hates this rotten hometown that is like a stinking ditch.
However, she finally came back.
Not for anything else, but for the teacher in front of me.
The young miko looked helplessly at the teacher in front of her. This was her only concern for this hometown.
Although the teacher's ideas seemed to her to be too old-fashioned and too humble, no matter what, the teacher was still a teacher and an existence like her mother.
She really couldn't stand by and watch the teacher she regarded as her mother behave like a humble dog.
It's just that I'm not a fish, so I know how happy fish is.
No matter how Amaterasu Setsuna tried to persuade her, Amaterasu Kikyo remained calm.
For Miss Divine Witch, serving the saint is the entire meaning of her existence. Now that her destiny is in front of her, she has actually been so excited that she came here early in the morning to meditate.
The disciple is not the only one who can't calm down today.
In front of her, there was a small arrow hole stuck on the edge of the ten rings on the pair of grass targets thousands of miles away, which even the witch's eyesight was somewhat limited.
"Okay, no need to say more. I can feel that the saint is almost here. It's time for me to go down the mountain to greet him."
The master and apprentice looked at each other, and each saw persistence in the other's eyes. Miss Divine Witch shook her head, but did not say anything more, but stood up and prepared to leave.
Seeing that she could not persuade the teacher, the miko lady was furious, but in the end she sighed dejectedly and stood up to follow him.
Although the teacher never asked her to go too, how could she trust the teacher alone?
At least, she wanted to see what kind of person the so-called born saint really was.
If she is a bad person with talent but no virtue, then don't blame her for going against the great work of her ancestors.
Amaterasu immediately tightened his grip on the judgment order in his hand.
Such a rare good thing as a born saint must be handed over to the three kings.
However.
A group of witches waited from morning to dusk, then to midnight, and then to the early morning of the next day. Finally, not far away, a demonic aura slowly approached the sky.
Amaterasu opened his eyes wide and waited to see the saint's appearance.