Lin Qiye, Amamiya Haruki, Hoshimi Shouta, and the fox girl were sitting at the square table. Steaming steam rolled out of the teacups in front of them, and the aroma of tea overflowed.
"You entered the ruins the day after tomorrow, so including today, we have a total of three chances to predict..." Hoshimi Shota nodded thoughtfully after hearing Amamiya Haruki's plan.
"To be precise, six times." Amemiya added.
Hoshi was stunned when he saw Shota.
"Where did it come from six times?"
"In addition to you, Qiye can also pull out [Wu Ji]. You two each have three chances to predict, which adds up to six times."
"Ah?" Hoshimi Shota looked at Lin Qiye in surprise, "You are not the Fujin Sword Master, why... do you have royal blood? Are you the son of Yuri Kurotetsu?"
"...I have royal blood, but I have nothing to do with Youli Heizhe." Lin Qiye's mouth twitched slightly.
"No wonder Amamiya, you told me to bring [Mu Ji] here personally. If you do this, the number of prophecies will indeed double..." Shota Hoshimi glanced at the fox girl beside him and sighed.
Take a breath,
"However, if you want to get the prophecy, you must first beat her in the game, otherwise you will be punished..."
Halfway through his words, Hoshimi Shota suddenly froze on the spot.
He seemed to have thought of something, looked at the fox girl, and then turned his gaze to Lin Qiye, his eyes gradually widening.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye asked doubtfully, "Amamiya has told me before that only by defeating Wu Ji can we get the prophecy, otherwise we will have to accept any punishment she proposes... Don't worry, I have already done it.
I am mentally prepared and I can accept any punishment."
"This, this is not something you cannot be mentally prepared for!"
Hoshimi Shota didn't know why, but a blush suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and he became excited, "If, if you lose..."
"Um?"
"If you lose, you have to... um..." Hoshimi Shouta danced for a long time, but didn't say a word. Finally, he lay on the table in annoyance, seeming a little angry.
On the side, the fox girl looked at his appearance, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her golden eyes narrowed, as if she was smiling.
"So, I asked Nanaya to pull out [Bukei] to predict... Shota, do you have any objections?" Amamiya Haruki was also a little confused.
"I, I..." Hoshimi Shota hesitated for a long time, turned around and glanced at the fox girl, and saw that she was looking forward to a good show, and his body trembled slightly, "I... I didn't!"
He suddenly turned his head to the side, avoiding the fox girl's sight, and stopped talking.
Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki looked at each other.
"Well Shota, you start today's game first, and then switch to Nanaya when you're done." Amamiya Haruki said.
Hoshimi Shota was silent for a while, got up from the ground, took a deep breath, and with a look of determination in his eyes, "Come on!"
The fox girl sat on the futon, looked at Shota Hoshimi with a smile, and spoke slowly:
"So, my sword master, Hoshimi Shota, are you ready to start today's game?"
"Ready!"
"Today's game is... compare big and small."
Like a magic trick, the fox girl took out six dice from under her robe, placed three in front of each person, then drank the two cups of tea on the table and placed them on top of the dice.
"After opening, whoever has the largest sum of points will win."
"good!"
Hoshimi Shota held the upside-down teacup and shook it violently. His eyes were fixed on the teacup in the fox girl's hand, with a look of determination on his face.
The dice collided in the teacup, making a rustling sound. The two shook the teacup faster and faster, until they finally stopped at the same time, and the room fell into a dead silence.
"Open it!" Shota Hoshimi said firmly.
On the side, Lin Qiye closed his eyes helplessly and sighed...
The fox girl opened the cup in front of her, and the three dice added up to a total of fifteen points. However, after opening the cup in front of Hoshimi Shota, there were only nine points.
"Oh, Shouta lost." The fox girl said with a smile.
Hoshimi Shota's face suddenly fell.
He sat there depressed, looking at the dice in front of him, feeling indescribably lonely.
"Then, Shota, your punishment will be settled later~" the fox girl said with a smile.
Hoshimi Shota gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, handed the long scarlet knife in his hand to Lin Qiye, and said in an extremely serious and sincere tone:
"Want to win! You must win!! Please!!"
Seeing Xingjian Shota being so serious, Lin Qiye was stunned for a long time before nodding, "Well... I will win."
Lin Qiye held the handle of [Wu Ji]'s knife, pulled it out again, and let out a soft cry.
The fox girl turned her head, stared at Lin Qiye with her golden eyes, and spoke slowly:
"So, Lin Qiye, are you ready to start today's game?"
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's pupils shrank slightly.
How does she know her name?
When Amamiya Haruki introduced him at first, she just called him Asaba Qiye. Takeshi probably didn't know the name Lin Qiye at all...
Could it be that this has something to do with her prophecy ability?
Lin Qiye put aside this idea for the time being and said seriously: "Are you ready? Do you still want to compete?"
"No, if you compete in size, you will cheat." The fox girl shook her head, "This time, we compete in arm wrestling."
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly.
Sure enough, Wu Ji could see through him to a certain extent. She should have known that she could see through the dice through her mental power, so she changed the game and turned it into a pure competition of strength.
"Are there rules?"
"No, no matter what method is used, the person whose wrist touches the flat surface first will lose."
"……good."
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
The two of them sat face to face at a low table, put their hands on the table, palms clasped together, their eyes staring at each other, and vaguely, an inexplicable aura of anxiety spread in the air.
Amamiya Haruki silently stood up from Lin Qiye and retreated to the door, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from the two of them. Seeing this, Hoshimi Shota also took a few steps back and swallowed nervously.
"Three, two, one!"
After the fox girl finished speaking, Lin Qiye's pupils shrank, and he suddenly burst out with all his strength!
boom--!!
There was just an explosion, and the low table carrying the arms was shattered into pieces in an instant. The two of them sat firmly on the futon, holding their palms together in the air, and their strength was still gradually increasing!
Immediately afterwards, the whole room shook violently!
With the two people at the center, dense cracks spread on the tatami, wood chips scattered inch by inch, and an invisible hurricane roared out from the palms, shaking all the furnishings in the room!