In early March, Tokyo has not yet shaken off the tail end of winter. Pedestrians on the road are still wrapped in thick down jackets, and those who are afraid of the cold even wrap themselves up like a naive polar bear.
Of course, there are also female warriors wearing short skirts. They obviously choose to give up warmth and embrace grace.
As the bell rang for the last class in the afternoon, Miyano Akemi, who was in her third year at Apeto High School, refused her friend's invitation to go to a dessert shop after school and ran out of the school with brisk steps.
There was also a pink letter in her hand. Those who didn't know it would have thought it was a love letter from someone, but on the back of the envelope there were five elegant fonts that read: From Miyano Shiho.
Every first Sunday of this month, Miyano Akemi looks forward to the end of school. Ever since Shiho went to the United States to study at the request of the organization, she has been forced to separate from her sister for nearly five years.
So what she looks forward to most every month is to mail a letter to Shiho, her favorite sister and her only relative in this world. Even though they are far apart now, they both firmly believe that they will be together in the future.
, hand in hand, we left the huge organization shrouded in black.
However, when Miyano Akemi passed by a mansion with high walls, the weather forecast clearly stated that there would be no wind today, but suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the pink letter in her hand floated high and toward the wall.
"Oops!"
She quickly stretched out her hand and jumped to try to catch the letter, but she couldn't keep up with the speed of the wind. No matter how much she jumped at a height of 1.6 meters, she couldn't reach the letter that was more than two meters away. She could only watch it float into the mansion, and at the same time, she heard it.
There was a crisp sound - such a special sound, I had never heard it before.
Miyano Akemi stood at the door and looked around, and found that the door number was blank, with no last name written on it. And there was no doorbell installed, as if outsiders were not welcome to visit.
"Is there anyone?"
I don't know if her voice was not loud enough or if there was no one inside, but she didn't get any response.
Miyano Akemi frowned and became distressed. Her letters had not been interrupted for eight years, and if she suddenly didn't send them out, Shiho would definitely be worried about her own safety, and she would have to find a way to get in.
She raised her voice again and shouted several times inside. After confirming that no one responded, she had no choice but to run to the high wall next to her and determined to use her tree-climbing skills as a child to try to climb this extremely high wall for her.
For the sake of the cutest Shiho, it's worth occasionally letting go of your ladylike dignity.
——
In the kyu dojo built in the mansion, a black-haired young man wearing a pure white kyu dou uniform was standing. At this moment, he had entered a state of mindlessness, naturally blocking out all the noisy sounds around him.
Stabilize your body with two feet apart, string the arrow, hold the bow with one hand and pull the string with the other, pull the bow and arrow to the level of your own sight, and aim the arrow at the bull's-eye.
When the arrow was shot out quickly, a blue light that could not be detected by others flashed in the ultramarine eyes, followed by a gust of wind, which swept past and caused the arrow to deviate to the left and hit the area outside the target.
The black-haired young man in the archery uniform frowned slightly. Naturally, he was not satisfied with the results of his archery.
His name is Fujiwara Yu. He has the power of wind and can manipulate the wind to accomplish some things, but he cannot directly cause damage to living or dead objects.
The reason why he was able to obtain this ability was that on October 31 last year, he suddenly had an extremely real dream. In the dream, the goddess Aliadona, who controlled time and space, told him that he had died once before, in
today.
In his previous life, he was a doctor with the ability to "retrospect" and could take back ten seconds to one minute of the time of a dying person. This was a very valuable ability for him with superb medical skills. But in the end, he was betrayed by the Betrayer.
Under the leak of the secret, he was encircled and suppressed by the enemy and would rather die than surrender.
Recalling that when he first got the memories of his past life, Fujiwara Yu couldn't accept the truth, so he went to a mental hospital alone for fear that he was suffering from a mental illness such as paranoia.
But after his memories gradually became clearer and he gained the ability to control the wind, he realized that all of this was really happening and that it was not something wrong with his precious brain.
——"If you want to get permanent residence in this world, you must find the key to the world. Considering that you were a good person who worked hard in your previous life, let me give you a little hint. The world you are in now
It's called "Detective Conan", and the original protagonist is a Japanese named Edogawa Conan~"
——"Then I'm looking forward to your performance next time, Fujihara-kun."
Fujiwara Yu said that he was not looking forward to it at all, because he used the Internet to search for a guy named Edogawa Conan every 31st after October 31st last year. But here’s the problem, he dug three hundred years
I refreshed the scape Navigator browser eight hundred times and could not find a Japanese named Edogawa Conan, not even a Japanese named Conan!
So he felt very speechless, and even thought that Aliadona was lying to him. But last month he successfully connected with her again, and it turned out that she was telling the truth, and the protagonist of this world was indeed Jiang.
Conan Togawa, but he just couldn't find it.
Fujiwara Yu shook his head slowly. At this stage, it is more important to fully control the power of the wind. Anyway, Aliadona did not give herself a time limit for the task. Based on the speed of technological development in this parallel world, the Internet is not yet popular.
, it’s a bit difficult to find someone.
He suddenly remembered the question he asked Eliadona in his dream: Why didn't he return to the previous life with his memories? Why did he lose the ability of his previous life? She answered like this: You made three wishes to me.
It's all what you asked for.
"...So what kind of wish did I make? My original ability is so good. If I use it in this peaceful era, I'm afraid I can become a genius doctor who can defeat any disease."
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but feel sorry for his lost abilities. At the same time, he recalled every bit of his previous life, the injured who were still waiting for him to go back for treatment, and the common people who looked up and looked forward to returning to a peaceful era.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, put down the long bow in his hand, and looked at the blue sky with melancholy eyes. Now, even looking at the sky was a wish that was too luxurious to be fulfilled.
I hope that the war in that world will end soon and they can go home safely and live an ordinary and happy life.
Fujiwara Yu took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He quickly gathered his thoughts and concentrated on drawing the bow and arrow. Only through continuous practice can it be possible to fully control this extraordinary ability.
Try to put aside distracting thoughts as much as possible. The way to shoot an arrow does not depend on whether you hit or miss, but whether your mind is correct or not.
Boom!
The arrow flew out again, but this time it was no longer a strong wind, but a breeze that was as insignificant as the lowest setting of a hair dryer. I don't know how many hair strands this breeze could blow in my face, maybe not even one.
Fujiwara Yu did not give up training because of this, and continued to draw his bow and prepare to shoot the seventy-ninth arrow today.
But just as he was about to let go, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a girl with long straight hair in a high school uniform suddenly appeared on the high wall in front of her to the right.