The spiritual sword Sakura Fukiyuki trembled slightly in its hand, as if to express its dissatisfaction with this scapegoat.
The atmosphere in the room was very awkward for a time.
"Father?"
The slightly thin middle-aged man in front of him came back to his senses from Yingchuixue, glanced at Yaeji, and asked: "Is it the wave of swords that Yingchuixue sent out just now?"
"Yes, yes!" Yae Ji's little head was like a pestle for pounding garlic, "It was Sakura Fukiyuki's hand."
Yaeji raised his head and looked at this father who had always been strict. The surprised and happy expression on his face made Yaeji very puzzled.
Is it possible that the spiritual sword Sakura Fukiyuki is really like the legend, whoever picks it up is its owner?
"Ji, anyone can pick up the spiritual sword enshrined in the shrine, but if you want it to release a wave of swords, you must be a pure woman who has high respect for the gods. In order to succeed, there is another condition before that.
Those who hold Sakura Fukiyuki have a sword heart that breaks free from the shackles."
At this time, Yaeji didn't know what expression to put on. He had high respect for the gods? Who secretly slandered the gods? A pure woman? But he is a man! From now on, even if a son inherits his father's legacy, he will be a new one.
The Lord of Yae Shrine, not the shrine maiden of Yae Shrine.
The last bit of sword heart that breaks free from the shackles?
Isn’t this nonsense? He only remembered that he used skill points to light up the branch of [Luo Ying Zhan] in a dream. Does this count as having a sword heart that can break free from the shackles?
And what happened in the dream, should I tell my father?
Yaeji, who felt anxious, followed his father to the open space in the center of the shrine.
"Execute a set of [Falling Cherry Blossom Slash] in that direction, remember, don't slash it diagonally."
"Um."
Yaeji nodded. The direction his father was pointing was the gate of Yae Shrine. The so-called gate of Yae Shrine was supported by only two pillars. You could see the scene outside at a glance.
Below the shrine gate is a long flight of stairs, and the path leading to the shrine stairs is full of trees. However, due to the severe drought, there are only a few dead leaves on the crowns of those big trees. After a gust of wind, the last traces of the tree crowns are left.
The dignity is gone, leaving only a bare head.
Yaeji concentrated slightly, and quickly executed the six-stage slashing movement like a cloud. At the fifth stage, which is known as the watershed, the spiritual sword held by Yaeji suddenly bloomed with a cherry-colored wave of swords, and slashed directly towards the tree crown on the path outside the shrine door.
go!
"Click~"
This time, even the tree's bare head disappeared.
The cherry-colored knife wave also gradually dissipated not far away.
"How do you feel?" asked the Eightfold God Lord.
"Well, Sakura Fukiyuki puts a bit of a heavy burden on my body. I can't perform the Falling Sakura Slash a few times, and my physical strength can't support it." Yae Ji said truthfully.
"Yes." The Eightfold God Lord nodded: "Put the spiritual sword back to the place of worship. From now on, you can go to the side hall to accompany the spiritual sword every day."
The Eightfold God Master turned around and took two steps before turning around again and said, "There will be a sacrifice the day after tomorrow. You take Sakura with you and let her study more."
The sacrifice that he held when he was a child and the sacrifices offered to the gods flashed through his mind. Yaeji's body trembled slightly.
"yes!"
Yae Ji returned the spiritual sword to the place where it was enshrined in the side hall. He had many questions. Why was he, a man, able to use Sakura Fukiyuki to produce incredible power? Why did he possess what his father called "the heart of the sword" overnight?
Yae Ji sat on the futon in the middle of the side hall, closing his eyes and thinking hard.
Not long after, someone was repairing the wooden door of the side hall. They saw Yaeji sitting there and glanced at the spiritual sword that was emitting a faint light. The two villagers first bowed to the enshrined spiritual sword and then began to repair it carefully.
Here comes the wooden door.
"Squeak~"
With a soft sound, the carpenter who had repaired the wooden door bowed to the spirit-worshiping knife again before closing the door and leaving. But Yaeji still sat there motionless.
I imagined the weird blue panel out of thin air in my mind, but I couldn't press it, it didn't feel real at all.
'Only in dreams?'
Yae Ji couldn't make up his mind. The blue panel that appeared in his dream was somewhat similar to the picture that appeared on the evil box. He had also encountered that weird steel and concrete world in his dream. In that world, it seemed that
Everyone has an "evil long box", which is a weird existence called a 'mobile phone'.
After lunch, Yaeji casually made up a story to dismiss the two curious kittens, and continued to return to the side hall where the spiritual sword was enshrined to meditate.
evening.
Yae Ji pushed open the newly repaired wooden door of the side hall and found a dark shadow entering the main hall dedicated to the gods.
Frowning, Yaeji felt that something was unusual.
Normally, even if villagers come to worship, it is usually early in the morning, or at least noon or afternoon. But in the evening when the sky is getting dark, this is the first time that Yaeji has seen them come to worship the gods.
Passing by the entrance of the main hall dedicated to the Fox God, Yaeji vaguely saw a familiar figure.
"Daisuke?"
The distance was too far, and the young man named Daisuke didn't hear it at all. Instead, he knelt down on the ground piously, and then
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Daisuke seemed to be going crazy, banging his head on the hard floor again and again.
that voice
"Crazy." Yaeji shook his head. Daisuke was a few years older than him, and they were not too familiar with each other. Yaeji didn't want to interfere with his affairs.
Walking back to the resting room on the left side of the shrine, Yaeji saw Sakura and Rin, two little girls looking at him with sparkling eyes.
Touching his face, Yaeji smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are there flowers on my face?"
Yae Sakura, wearing a small miko costume, came to him, twitching her little nose, sniffing him like a little fox.
"The legend is true, the spirit sword Sakura Fukiyuki can really exude the fragrance of cherry blossoms."
"Huh?" Yae Ji was a little confused.
"Brother, I also want to smell the scent of Sakura Fukiyuki!" Yae Rin, who was sitting in the bunk, said in anticipation.
Yae Ji walked over and rubbed Rin's little head, "What are you thinking about? If Rin is curious, I will bring Ying Fubuki over tomorrow so you can see it to your heart's content."
"Really?" Sakura and Rin asked in unison.
"real."
"really?"
"really!"
"Brother is the best!"
"Long live my brother! ≧▽≦"
While the three brothers and sisters were playing around, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Sakura and Rin immediately sat there like good babies.
Usually the people who come here at this point are fathers.
"Bang bang bang~"
Yaeji was confused. At most, his father would only knock on the door and come in, but today?
Isn't he the father?
Yaeji instantly thought of Daisuke, who had come to the shrine to pay homage to the gods.
Come forward and open the door.
Sure enough, it was the tall and thin Daisuke.
"May I come in?"
Looking at Daisuke whose forehead was stained with blood, Yae Ji nodded with difficulty.