The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

As if in response to the truth in Yayi Yonglin's words, the light on the wall that trapped Marisa and Patchouli in the sky became a little brighter, and Wu Ye's breath was stagnant.

"Really? It seems that you value the life of your companions more than your own life. This is really an excellent quality."

The lack of warmth made people feel ashamed, Yayi Yonglin's gray pupils seemed to lose interest, and they only reflected Wu Ye's figure mechanically.

"But, this is meaningless to you, right? A guy who has no fighting spirit in a battle is worse than Dust Mustard, and death may be your destination."

After Bayi Yonglin's words fell, Wu Ye felt that his right shoulder was suddenly hit by a giant hammer, and the thin arrow pierced into his shoulder fiercely, knocking him into the air.

"As my mercy, disappear, Takeya-kun who has no fighting spirit."

Bayi Yonglin's words echoed in his ears, and Wu Ye couldn't think of a word of rebuttal.

Although it's very annoying, this guy is right. I'm such a guy who is worse than a bastard, but if, if I also have power, I can fight her, even if it's just a negligible degree...

There was a red light flickering slightly in the unconscious hand, with a bit of bitter unwillingness, Wu Ye's consciousness gradually dipped into the darkness...

Chapter 40 Passers-by in Protagonist Mode

boom!

"It hurts--!"

The small body rolled several times on the ground, and the originally clean bathrobe was also covered with a lot of dust. On the boy's immature face, a slight redness and swelling slowly emerged.

"What are you doing! Violent BBA!"

"It's not BBA, it's my sister, right?"

A heavy punch hit the boy on the head, and the black-haired priestess in red and white mercilessly knocked the boy's raised head to the ground again.

"You bastard... you're clearly an adult! You're still fighting with children!"

"It's not fighting, it's education!"

The miko reached out to the corner of the boy's cheek, squeezed it and pulled it hard.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts! Hurry up, stop!"

"Heh~ stop? Didn't you say this is a dream? Is it all fake? How dare a mere brat really think about it."

"That's the way it is!"

After breaking free from the witch's clutches, the corners of the boy's eyes burst into tears. He covered his red cheeks with one hand, and met the witch's fierce expression in displeasure.

"My abilities can't be used outside of my dreams! I'm just an ordinary person! You're all just people I imagined in my dreams! Whether you're a monster or a witch! No one will believe me if I tell you!"

"Haha."

Laughing and hitting the boy's head with a fist, the witch looked at the little boy crouching on the ground crying with his head in his arms and said with great interest:

"I thought you took some wrong medicine today. It turns out that you think your ability is too inconspicuous."

"certainly not!"

The boy retorted, blushing.

"Hmph! Don't get carried away, brat!"

Pressing one hand on the boy's head, the huge force made him unable to lift his head at all, and the witch couldn't help but rubbed his hair into a mess:

"Listen to me! It doesn't matter whether Gensokyo exists or not, or whether your abilities are strong or weak. If you want to be recognized by others, it doesn't matter if you want to be recognized by others! If you want to be a hero, don't Always use that kind of ordinary people's thinking to restrain yourself!"

"Ugh..."

"For me, a stone can also be used as a weapon, and you, hey, it's useless even if I entrust you with the strongest ability in the world?"

"You, you are talking nonsense!"

"Nonsense? A brat like you, who doesn't even have the courage to face yourself, is laughed at? Alienated? Treated as a middle-aged child who can only 'dream'? Ha, I'm dying of laughter!"

The witch squatted down, facing the boy's face covered by bangs.

"If you insist on putting all the problems on the so-called 'dream', then use your fist to smash all these 'dreams'? In this way, you can return to your so-called 'reality' , isn't it?"

"..."

The slender arms trembled, and the boy clenched his fists tightly, but did not move.

She stroked the boy's head, and looking at each other, the witch lightly touched the boy's head with her forehead:

"A guy who doesn't even have the courage to 'fight' has any right to complain here. A guy who doesn't even have the courage to take a step has any right to complain."

"Don't, don't underestimate me..."

"In the final analysis, it's just that the cowards there don't dare to turn back because they were bullied, and they only have the ability to vent at home. Is it to this extent?"

"Don't underestimate me...!"

"If you want to be the protagonist, don't act like a shameful passer-by all day long, kid."

"Don't underestimate me!!"

The boy shook off the miko's hand and rushed towards her, fists waving.

……

The picture of memory was frozen at this moment, and the pain in the body made the consciousness gradually recover.