Card Draw Blade

"I'm very interested, Shi Tou-kun."

Kishibe Rohan sat at one side of the small round table, a cup of coffee and a glass of iced soda stood on the thick glass.The barista's cup of iced soda was placed in front of Tokito Muichiro.

A silver hairpin was placed between the two of them. The young man clenched his fists, with a cold face, and there were subtle marks on his fingers that looked like pages of a book, like the side of a book.

"Aren't you interested?"

Kishibe Rohan turned the hairpin into a record of itself.

This morning, Kishibe Rohan gave a call to Tokitomuichiro here. At first, he just wanted to try to read from Tokitomuichiro the other half of the plot about Aoki Mirai's use of the card 'Gossip Finger' to enter the game.

If hell really exists, why can't it be said that this is a real story about past lives?

Kishibe Rohan has great enthusiasm for this matter, just as he invited Hirose Koichi to the "Non-Existent Alley" a few months later.

He still doesn't know that he can see more things today.

"I already know your ability." Shitou Muichiro looked at his fingers: "But did you give me the right to choose? It's quite capricious, you, Mr. Kishibe."

Kishibe Rohan groaned, he was just doing what he wanted to do, if he hadn't seen this boy's countless game screens where he was not afraid of death, he would not have told him before he acted.

As the nephew who came to help from the gentleman on the shore, he naturally has the ability to arrive earlier than everyone else. If he came here ahead of time and placed his original manuscript on the opposite side, then the conditions for his ability to activate are fully met.

Shi Tou boy didn't tie his hair up today, but only wore a white baseball cap as a necessity to cover his face. His upper body was a white shirt with a black red sweater as a base layer, and his bottom was pure black wide-leg pants, plus sneakers.

He usually only wears school uniform, and occasionally changes into sportswear. Even if he practices more in the Kendo club, he will remind people of the noble son in ancient times.Not like today.

Made from black cotton with vibrant red stripes, it's deep and rich.His exposed neck was white and slender, and his bony fingers tapped the rear glass tabletop irritably. It looked slender but it should still hurt to hit someone.

He is like a batch of wolf cubs who have been ripped off and mixed with sheep.

"But today we still have a surprise, don't we?"

Kishibe Rohan continued.

Now judging from the information obtained from Shitou Muichiro himself and this hairpin that should not have been brought, the reality is a bit cruel.

As a cartoonist, Kishibe Rohan is much better at summarizing the plot than the other party, so he sorted out a good play.

"I have studied the rumors about 'cannibals' in the Taisho period. This game plot is from Mirai Aoki himself. Judging from the vague hints on the card, it should also be about the previous life. I still remember A very small point, that is to say, the cards that appear in Aoki Mirai's "universal card pool" are all based on her desire..."

Kishibe Rohan paused for a moment, and the fact that a hell, ghost, ghost, and ghost lamp had been worried about from the beginning was already coming out.

"In other words, the so-called 'games' are real."

Shitou Muichiro remained silent, he had already expected this, but he was not sure.

"And then?" He asked this man who looked a lot like Little Future.

Who knows that Kishibe Rohan shook his head: "The story is very interesting, but I can't tear up your memories for later use, otherwise it will hurt the relationship between me and my family, so there is no more, although I intend to tell your story Huajin In my comics, but that’s it. Thank you very much for your cooperation, Shi Tou.”

"..." From the perspective of an outsider, this is indeed the case.

If you are not in it, you will not experience the taste of it.

Now Shitou Wuichiro can't help but wonder whether his feelings for that person are also affected by this thing, but it sounds very mysterious.

But think about it carefully, Tokito Muichiro, your feelings for Aoki Mirai were fake from the beginning.

From the wrong use of a card, his lacking heart was filled with the feeling of 'being in love', until the card failed and he seemed to be addicted to drugs.

Even after confirming his true feelings through the incident of flattening the senior, now he has fallen into reincarnation again.

Until, Tokito Muichiro looked up and saw Aoki Mirai and Purgatory Kyojuro.

Shitou Muichiro:! ! !

Kishibe Rohan showed no malice.Aoki Mirai and the others approached from behind, so the young man didn't notice, so he continued:

"Cousin is really interesting, she is much more interesting than I imagined."

Tokito Muichiro stared at the side of Kishibe Rohan's neck, and from that small area, he could just see the girl with twin tails and his history teacher.He knew that they were neighbors.

"Cousin?"

"His father is my father's brother, what a wonderful blood relationship~"

"But your surname is Kishi...?"

"Uncle and aunt divorced when she was a child. I heard that the reasons for the divorce were not sufficient, so now the uncle still wants to restore it. It is mainly Mirai Aoki, and the difficulty lies with her."

It's not good to inquire about other people's family affairs, Tokito Muichiro didn't continue with doubts.He realized that following Aoki Mirai, his eyes turned slightly, the girl seemed to have discovered him, and his face suddenly became alive.

"Muichiro?"

The content of the name became more intimate from a certain point, as if it was from when he introduced his twin brother to her, probably to facilitate the distinction.

Like a pot of water gradually boiling due to a sudden temperature change, meeting familiar people in a strange place will always become an unreasonable surprise.

The building is surrounded by a circle.The top of the second floor is directly inlaid with glass. Natural sunlight passes through the slightly bluish glass, passes through the huge space filled with dust and floating objects, and shines on the girl's hair.

Shi Tou Wuichiro felt that she was like a star piercing the night sky, not to say how gorgeous and dazzling, nor to say that she showed great brilliance like the sun, but in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, she is that beam of light. Light.

Just right, as long as you pay attention, you can find that she is always there.

Then why, there is such an existence in the world that he doesn't understand the rules of its actions at all, and yet easily catches his sight?

The dark room flashed through Tokito Muichiro's mind, as if his fingertips were getting an electric shock, touching the glass tabletop that had been assimilated by his own body temperature.

He knows, he must know why, but now doesn't seem to be the time to talk about it.

Tokito Muichiro didn't know anything about her family, so he didn't know. When she got closer and heard Kishibe Rohan complaining about her stubborn refusal to ease the relationship with his biological father, the star was visible to the naked eye. Speed ​​dimmed.

It's like boiling water suddenly poured into a hot oil pan.

He remembered that he had been involved in such rumors in the game: that girl who was always inseparable from Master Yan Zhu was a monster more terrifying than a ghost, maybe it was a ghost hiding in the Ghost Killing Squad, after all...their family They were all killed by ghosts, only she survived from Zhu's hands.

If what Kishibe Rohan said is true, if his body has something to do with the hundred-year-old story described by the game props, then...

She tried her best for the person who regarded herself as a monster, but she ended up with an dishonorable result. That person died by committing suicide in the end.

Just thinking of this fact made him shudder.

He would rather die by himself than bear such a burden on her...

"That man abandoned me and Risa, what are you doing now? I even feel that it is a very, very bad thing for me to inherit his talent! Why do you still appear in front of me?"

The oil spots burst along the hot boiling water, like the air in the boiling water bubble, which has been suppressed for more than ten years, and falls hot on everyone's skin, causing pain.

Words are powerful.

Although Aoki Mirai's emotional mechanism used that high fever to forget everything in order to protect himself, the Purgatory Kyojuro who was regarded as the object of pouring out remembered it, and Aoki Mirai's body also remembered it.

At this moment, the slender girl looked more like a thorn rising from the ground, Tokito Muichiro never knew she was so small.

But in the next second.

"Why do I have to accept it?"

There was no wind, her hair fluttered uncontrollably, and her green eyes were quickly taken over by red.

"Little Mirai?" It was Purgatory Xingshourou, maybe he also realized that something was wrong.

"Painful things—"

Purgatory Kyojuro suddenly stretched out his hand to cover half of Shitou Muichiro's face with ghost horns in his eyes, the young man frowned, showing seriousness and worry that he had never seen before.

But it's useless.

It would be fine if it was before.

But now she is a bomb with a fuse ignited.

"Let's all die—"

The girl's voice suddenly tore apart at the end, turning into the whisper of a monster.

If he was lucky enough to directly face the strange man's changes, he would not be surprised at all. Almost at the moment when he was wrapped in black and red resentment, Purgatory Kyojuro showed an expression of "it's still like this in the end".

Maybe he forgot because... just because.

Everyone's eyes were open, and everyone was staring at the existence that suddenly turned into a black-red monster, whether it was Kishibe Rohan or Tokito Muichiro.

Ji Guoyansheng followed the people from the first floor to the second floor. The moment he saw the scattered crowd, he seemed to understand that it was too late.

Someone chanted 'Weird' again, and someone took out their mobile phone to call the police. Panic spread quickly from person to person, and only Kishibe Rohan, who was constantly attacked by black and red monsters, was left in the center of the incident, with bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Purgatory Kyojuro leaning against the pillar while covering his wound.

Only Tokito Muichiro, who was holding an unsharpened steel knife, could barely maintain his balance with the Monster Queen.

Holding the cold medicine bottle in his hand, Ji Guoyansheng drew out his knife, and a sharp black card came across almost as soon as the iron was rubbed against it.

He heard Master Ghost Lantern said.People with unfulfilled wishes may turn into resentful spirits, either to save them or to forcibly disperse them, but there are also a small number of people who keep resentment and reason coexisting in the world, and this kind is the most difficult to deal with.If you choose to reincarnate, you will use resentment to retransform what you longed for in the previous life into a form of ability in reality.

For example, the heroes and monsters that remain in the world now, or... Mirai Aoki.

【Breath of the Moon】

【One type】

【Dark Moon】

【Night Palace】

"call……"

He sensed the strength of the saber, and unconsciously made another stab, and Moon's Breath changed from the first shape to the second shape.This little girl's strength is a bit too strong, before he died, he seemed to disdain to talk to other ghosts except Oni Mai Tsuji, and he naturally didn't want to pay attention to the 'bread' that couldn't eat the power-increasing.Aoki Mirai is like a long stone block like bread.

Now it seems that she is really strong with obsession.

The attack sent out failed to show its original power better, and finally attracted the attention of the black and red ticket in the middle, the sky monster.Kishibe Rohan was the one who was mainly under attack, and now this person suddenly became Ji Guoyan Sheng.

"It's you... It's you, one of the top strings!! Hahaha!" The two bright red eyes slowly turned around, staring at Ji Guoyan Sheng, the coercion made him feel heavy

It's a sign that things are moving in a more unmanageable direction.

[Aoki Mirai] still has sanity, but her sanity has been occupied by monsters, she is no longer inclined to fulfill her own obsession, but has received the influence of this trace of resentment as a primitive desire, yes, it is the grudge of the suicide death at the station A collection of spirits whose purpose is to kill.

"You know me." Ji Guoyansheng continued to probe.

"Hahaha!" She raised her head and laughed: "You are the subordinate of Onimai Tsuji, everyone is dead, except me..."

After speaking, her voice weakened: "I'm going to kill you... to avenge Xing Shoulang and...."

The name on the back is too light, if you don't look at the shape of your mouth, you can hardly see it clearly.

The black card completely devoured the young Aoki Mirai—it was the picture that she took a brush to draw on the thing she thought was the most beautiful when she first awakened her ability.

It is really a very difficult thing for a person to grow up from a baby to an adult, whether it is for the baby himself or for the parents who raised the child.

In fact, at the beginning, no one knew that Mirai Aoki just wanted to go on happily with everyone.

Her absent-minded words were like a signal. Purgatory Xingjurou, who could only sit up by leaning against a pillar in the distance, the moment he heard his name, his pupils shrank into needles.

A large amount of memory was instantly recalled in the mind.

He seemed to be stained red with his own blood again, and the morning light came out of the mountain stream, but his life had also come to an end. In fact, he could no longer hear what the girl was saying, only knew that it was hysteria, resentment and pain.

He defaulted, she said.

Immediately afterwards, the strange story was continued. He was holding the three of Tanjirou in his arms at that time, and he was thinking about what that person said.

He knew he had not kept the promise.

The blood on his body was still bleeding, and he didn't know whether it was the self in real life or the memories of the past in his mind.

Until he saw a strange man, for some reason, almost the moment he saw that strange man, he knew that there must be something that could solve all these problems.

The one key that opens all locks.

The disturbed cyclone flew, and Yan Sheng Jiguo called Shi Tomuichiro to retreat first with the wounded on his shoulders. Even Kishibe Rohan must not stay where he was. heavy responsibility to go.

But before leaving, Purgatory Xingshoulang stared at the ghost and refused to take his eyes off it.

"Little future is a good boy." He said.

Maybe human beings can't easily hear it clearly, but Hei Si Mou Neng and Ji Guo Yan Sheng can.

It's just that he suddenly wanted to laugh, but it's just that the world is impermanent. It turned out that he was a man-eating ghost, and that man was a hunter who specialized in killing ghosts. Now they are on the opposite side.

Purgatory Kyojuro lay down in the ambulance that had been called.

Outside the ambulance, a man reprimanded and blocked the boy: "Hey! Unrelated persons are not allowed in! Hey! Boy!"

"I want to go in, I want to save her!"

"There are heroes who can save lives, and you can—"

"Heroes will kill weirdos!"

"you!"

It's time to be a teenager.

"Hahahaha!"

Purgatory Xingshoulang smiled, obviously seriously injured, the nurse frowned and told him not to move, but the man who used to be like the sun said: "She doesn't need me anymore!"

The only reason why Xing Shoulang was unwilling to leave in the previous purgatory was because he was afraid that the child would wander alone in the world and not find his way home. Now, the child is strong enough and has the courage to keep exploring.

[Xing Shoulang, am I a burden? Why are they all dead, but I am not dead? ]

Of course you are not, little future, you are everyone's future.