The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Well, since that's the case, I'll let you see the most favorable evidence."

Naturally taking Wu Ye's excuse as evidence of disdain, Dan Shenggu suddenly bent down and groped around in the sea of ​​flowers.

"What are you looking for?"

"The decisive evidence, um, I remember it was here... Ah, I found it!"

I saw half of Dan Shenggu's body sinking into the sea of ​​flowers.

"Hey."

As if carrying something heavy, Dan Shenggu made a sound of hard work, and then she stood up from the ground with a huge scythe shining with cold light.

"How? Is this 'evidence' enough weight?"

The two were silent for a while with big eyes and small eyes, and Wu Ye silently picked up the phone and asked:

"...Then what, do I need to call the police? This looks like the real thing."

Chapter 6 When we are gods of death, the most important thing is to carry a sickle with us

He recognized the person who couldn't be caught by the surveillance, maybe it was a technical crush, he also recognized the flowers that were out of season in the room, maybe the other party was rich in resources, but what the hell is this scythe?

This is a school, a school for high school students, and it has absolutely nothing to do with things like scythes, either in terms of meaning or function, right?

At the moment when he was full of complaints, Wu Ye finally understood where Danshenggu's phrase "Master Shinigami of the Academy" came from. Indeed, such a huge sickle, apart from putting a stocking on its head to call FFF, seems to be Only the legendary "Reaper" will use it.

Moreover, the blade of this sickle is not flat, but twisted like a river, but no matter what, the dazzling cold light on the sharp blade will never deceive people.

This is probably the real thing, at least in terms of sharpness, it is definitely a murder weapon.

"Want to try?"

Seemingly seeing the last trace of expectation in Wu Ye's eyes, Dan Shenggu said with a smile, and without waiting for the other party's response, he picked up a wild chrysanthemum from the ground and slid its branch against the blade——

The wild chrysanthemum was easily cut into two pieces by the sickle.

"The real thing."

"The real thing..."

There was a moment of silence, Dan Shenggu's mouth showed a triumphant smile, but Wu Ye didn't know what expression to use to face it.

"Takasaka-san, do you have anything else to say? Although we are all atheists, we can't pretend to be invisible to such supernatural phenomena, right?"

"……All right."

Wu also conceded defeat. With so many wonderful evidences, he was really speechless. Now there is only one way to determine whether this is a prank or a supernatural phenomenon.

Since things that cannot be proven in this world, we can only place our hopes on another world.

That night, Takeya appeared under the red torii gate of Hakurei Shrine as usual.

"What? Death's scythe? Why are you asking this?"

Lingmeng looked at Wu Ye suspiciously, he didn't practice sword today, and pestered himself to ask this strange question as soon as he came.

"Could it be that you can't think about it?"

"You can't think about it! My mentality is very good!"

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Wu Ye explained:

"What I want to ask is, will the real god of death carry a sickle?"

"Isn't that of course?"

Reimu's mentally handicapped expression made Takeya's face even darker:

"Isn't the sickle their symbol? It's like a certificate."

"Certificate……"

Hearing this weird metaphor, Wu Ye lost his expression for a while.

"Wu Ye, what's the matter with you today, you suddenly asked about the god of death."

"Well, it's not really a big deal."

After scratching his hair, Wu Ye first paused to sort out his words before saying:

"I encountered some strange things in the outside world today, so I came to ask because of curiosity."

"The outside world? What is it like?"

As soon as she heard that it was from the outside world, Reimu seemed to be interested a lot, which is not difficult to understand, if it happened in Gensokyo, then she would definitely not want to listen to it.

The reason is simple, because for this Miko-sama, the fun of Gensokyo = trouble ≈ change = she has to go out again, so Reimu, who is determined to drink tea until she dies, absolutely cannot accept such a exhausting daily life.

But what the outside world says is another matter. Anyway, she doesn't care, and it's quite interesting to listen to as a story.

"Well, how should I put it, a strange incident happened in our school, and the surveillance did not capture the prisoner."

"What is surveillance?"

"Uh, it's probably something similar to a skill specially used for peeping."

"The same as Zi's gap?"