[Comprehensive] History of Harmony Honmaru

In the cold autumn, there is a smell of bleakness and decay in the air.

It was like an abandoned land that had absorbed all its power at a certain moment, and lost all the vitality that was enough to support it.

The red maple leaves are the only decoration under the hill, in a withered yellow color, exuding the temperature of the last afterglow of the setting sun.

Climbing up the stairs, the plum blossom forest not far from Hongfeng is unbelievably desolate. The tree-shaped branches have become thinner and thinner in the long-term barrenness, but there is no strength, just like an old woman struggling to die, skinny and skinny The ferocious arm knuckles stood desolately on the ground.

Going a little higher, stepping on a hill less than [-] meters away, unexpectedly, there is a small pond behind the hill with faint traces of man-made, and the small hill is the best cover for it.

In the center of the almost dry pond, a small Japanese-style palace with no traces of its past splendor stands here. With only the remnants, it is conceivable that when it was prosperous, the water surface seemed to be inlaid with gold, silver, and glazed. The clear tiles set off the light-colored light into a soft halo. Stepping on the bridge leading to the palace, the water surface is almost flat with the ground, and the koi seems to swim by the feet, ethereal and ethereal, like a water fairy.

However, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just the past. What is left here is not to mention retaining some of the elegance and beauty of the past. Even if you ask for help, no one will come here

——This remote place full of misfortune and sorrow.

The girl stood on the stone path from the bottom of the hill to the top of the hill. There was not much emotion in her well-like black eyes, and the calmness she showed was far beyond her age.

She stands here, in what seems to be an eternal silence.

This is a place she has never been to, not to say that she has never been here in a dream, but it is the first time she has appeared in the path.

In the past month, she has been here several times in bits and pieces, but the range of activities is limited to the maple forest on the flat ground, and she can't get close to the plum blossom forest not far away.

She stepped forward tentatively, and her clogs stepped on the stone steps, making a moderate sound, but it was particularly obvious in this place where even the sound of the wind was lost.

Immediately, without much hesitation, the girl lightened her steps and walked up the path slowly and steadily.

Thanks to her excellent eyesight, she was able to tell that there was a house on the top of the hill, with a torii gate in front of the town, which seemed to be a shrine or a shrine, a small temple, but it was not quite like it.

But in any case, she will not give up this opportunity to learn about this place.

Although there was no emotion on her face, there was a faint sadness in her heart.

In this dream realm that greatly restricted her spiritual power, what she could feel apart from desolation was a kind of long-term guardianship.

It's like some kind of expectation, and it's like the bitterness of knowing it's futile.

Eager to make up for something, but can only wait helplessly.

The torii has no obvious characteristics, rather it is very ordinary, a form and specification between a shrine and a town house.

Now in the Great Era, there are still capable and powerful families in the 11th district. After the incident 200 years ago, there are many traditional families who choose to build shrines at home to enshrine the gods for protection.Over time, torii gates that originally only existed in front of shrines and ancestral halls have also been stored in front of houses to ward off evil spirits. In fact, many families have already used this kind of torii gates.

The torii gate here is nothing special except that it looks a little dilapidated and has accumulated dust for a long time.

On the contrary, the injection rope on it was disconnected due to long-term wear and tear, which made her feel a little ominous.

As for whether this was a kind of blasphemy against the gods, she didn't know how to judge it.

For those who do not believe in the existence of gods, no words or actions can move them.And such people are not in the minority now that demons are rampant and gods are tending to decline.

The girl's eyes flickered, and she finally sighed. Out of respect for the torii, she stepped forward and brushed off the cobwebs on the pole, blowing away the dust, and bowed slightly as a salute.

In her capacity, apart from the great shrines and gods, no ordinary ancestral hall is eligible to receive her gift.

The house is a typical Japanese architectural scale.The sense of time is not as thick as the thousand-year-old shrine where the girl stayed. Judging from the form, it belongs to after the incident and since the Great Era.The year is about 200 years, and it should belong to the antique Japanese-style shrine.In other words, this is a relatively well-made antique building, and the dilapidated appearance comes from the fact that it has been abandoned for a long time, rather than having such a long history.

Walking around the house where the net dust was everywhere, she didn't gain much.There is no clear year and identity records, such as the wooden sign recording the ownership or use of the room is no longer legible, only a few rooms look a bit special, not like a place for people to live, like a workshop or study for work Or some practice room for training.

There is a very special room, which is much messier than the general ones. Looking at the only furnishings left in the house, it looks like some kind of place where knives are forged, but it is not complete, like the existence of some simplified steps, or It is for processing purposes only.

For some reason, she felt a dull pain in her heart. Thinking of this, sour emotions suddenly surged.

An emotion that was so strange that it didn't belong to her.

She is still the girl who is as quiet as the air flowing while walking, but she is no longer the innocent and emotional girl at the beginning.

There wasn't much to gain, nor was there a place to limit her spiritual power.

If there is some kind of barrier set up here, it must be a barrier that is so tight and powerful that she can't even find a trace of false harmony or breakthrough.

It is really impossible to use it in a deserted place.

She didn't stay longer.

There is no place to provide her with clues in the courtyard here.

She needs to find some other abnormal things, enough for her to find a chance, break through here, leave the dream and return to the real world.

For the living, the soul and body are inseparable for a long time.

As strong as her, there is no exception.Otherwise, there will be life-threatening.

As a witch who once traveled through the underworld, she is not afraid of death, but she is also unwilling to despise her own life, so giving up like this is not her habit.

Walking out of the courtyard, she looked down, and finally her eyes stopped on the deserted water temple, then she narrowed her eyes and stepped down.

Without the assistance of powerful spiritual power, even if it was not the first time she faced it, she was still not used to it, and even her senses lost their usual sharpness.Fortunately, her instincts have always been good.

A gust of invisible wind blew by without a sound, and only made her hakama skirt move slightly, which seemed to be just the flow of air caused by walking.

The sound of clogs is smooth, light and rhythmic.

She paused, and under the shadow of the dead branches of the short shrubs not far away, a dagger was thrown on the dead branches and leaves.

It's really inappropriate to say it's too sharp.Because this knife is only half long, it is a waste knife.

This is a broken knife.Maybe it used to be a sword that dominated one side and killed ghosts, but now, it is just a broken sword discarded by its users.

The broken knife was stained with dust, without a hint of sharpness and excellence, like an old rusty broken machine, no longer having any use value, not even the eyes and attention.

The girl's excellent memory told her that there was no such broken knife here before, but out of curiosity, she still approached and wanted to check it out.

The moment her fingertip touched the handle of the knife, a strong spiritual force mixed with uncomfortable resentment hit her senses.

For a moment, she almost shed tears.