The strongest supplier in Yokohama

The black-haired god got out of the bed with bare feet, stepped on the smooth floor and walked to the window, his long black hair wrapped around his body in white single clothes.

His golden pupils stared at the dawn light outside the window without blinking, and sighed the same as the first day he came to this world:

"It's so beautiful, this world."

After getting rid of the shackles of the settings, Yokohama sighed lightly, so relaxed, there are no more restrictions on the body, and everything is under his applause.

He sketched at will with his fingertips, and cubes of different materials danced happily at his fingertips, displayed in the bedroom with his ideas, like stars in the vast night.

Yokohama stretched out a hand as white as jade, with a shimmering light, and gently placed it on the window.

The next moment, fine traces appeared on the complete wall, and the entire wall suddenly transformed into countless squares. As Yokohama's mind turned, the pieces were spliced ​​and retreated, making way for the owner of this land. .

The gods walked slowly down from the second floor through the void, as if they were stepping on an invisible step.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The little black ball turned into a phantom and jumped into Yokohama's arms like a bullet.

Yokohama affectionately squeezed the companion god in his hand, and kneaded the round dumplings into flat dumplings, "Hua Ba, come and see with me, the current Yokohama."

At the turn of day and night, this land has been awakened from silence. Pedestrians in twos and threes are walking on the street with the first morning light, and the shops at night have closed their lit lanterns. On both sides of the road, three or two shops have hung bells to welcome customers. .

The early-rising cat stretched its big waist and licked its paws to welcome the morning of the new day. The light bird came back to the nest with the food in its mouth, and what greeted him was the chirping of the immature bird. Yu fell slowly along the spread wings, and was caught by the open palm.

This is a morning as usual, a fresh and vibrant morning, a morning that belongs to Yokohama.

Yokohama took this small feather to tease Huangba who was squatting on his shoulder, "Hey, the sound of this little bird is just like yours."

Arba said goodbye to the disturbing feathers, his chubby body was very agile, and his slender claws moved around on Yokohama's shoulders.

Yokohama has long hair that reaches her ankles and wears a loose nightgown. She roams the streets like a stroll in a garden, but the passers-by don't feel any sense of disobedience.

They stopped, nodded at the stranger who made them feel respected, and were rewarded with a soft smile from the stranger.

This dazzling long-haired young man is like a drop of water, a moment of air, perfectly integrated into Yokohama.

In this city, it is reasonable for him to exist.

Yuu Kanagawa responded with a smile, snapped her thin white fingers lightly, and the fatigue of passers-by after many days of busy work was swept away. They inexplicably felt unprecedentedly relaxed bodies and started a busy day.

Yokohama just walked unhurriedly, passing low houses, tall buildings, and old office buildings, from one side of the city to the other side of the city.

He patrolled his own territory, proudly leaving traces in his own city. Where the breeze blows, Yokohama walked by, sending blessings from Yokohama to a city resident.

Such a pleasant journey stopped at a little cat, which was a male three-colored cat. The three-colored cat sat quietly in front of Yokohama, with its tail dignified in front of the two standing paws, looking towards Yokohama His eyes were full of apprehension and excitement.

Looking at those golden eyes, Sanhua Maomao stretched out a paw excitedly, but quickly retracted it cautiously:

Yokohama, are you awake yet?

Natsume Soseki watched the young man in front of him approach step by step, squatted down, tapped his forehead, and then held the claw he extended.

The place where it was clicked was numb, as if a dragonfly was listening and landing on the calm lake, causing ripples on the water surface.

Feeling the gentle touch of his hand, Natsume Maomao stiffened his body and did not dare to move. If he was in front of any god, or any city incarnation except Yokohama, he would not be like today. Such a gaffe.

The joy and satisfaction constantly extending from his heart reminded him all the time that in front of him was Yokohama, the place that gave him life.

It is the city he wants to save, the city he gave everything for, and the city where people with the same ideals are willing to work hard for it.

In the next second, Natsume Soseki heard a gentle voice, "Natsume-kun, I have seen everything you do."

"Thanks for everything you have done for me."

The next moment, Natsume Maomao released the supernatural powers and turned back into the decent gentleman with the cane.

He bent down and swore an oath to the gods of Yokohama, "This is my honor."

At this time, the ones who happened to see the cat that had changed into a live cat were Ogai Mori who hurriedly led his subordinates, and Yukichi Fukuzawa who rushed to the scene with his members.

"Old, teacher?!"

Both sides exclaimed at the same time, Natsume Soseki fell off the horse on the spot.

Behind them, all the people with supernatural powers either quietly watched, or looked up openly, and their attention was focused on that Kanagawa Yu, or Yokohama, who was different from usual.

They all knew Kanagawa Yu Yokohama's identity more or less, but their impression of Kanagawa Yu still remained on the gentle youth in the past.

But now, with the same face, her demeanor has undergone an earth-shaking change.

It wasn't until now that they really realized that Yu Kanagawa had become Yokohama.

The way Yokohama looked at them was not the slightest difference from the way he looked at the pedestrians around him. They were also gentle and indulgent.

God loves the world, but does not favor any individual.

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"May I invite you to the Armed Detective Agency?"

"Would you like to come to the port Mafia and sit down?"

The two looked at each other again, and there was a spark in the intertwined eyes: they both wanted to ask Yokohama some crucial questions.

Yu Kanagawa looked at this and then at that, not wanting to reject any of his creations, he suggested, "Would you like to come to my house as a guest?"

Mori Ogai looked at this impartial answer, and looked back at the distraught Nakahara Nakaya without a trace. According to Kanagawa Yu's original character, he would never say such a thing, and he would simply reject himself.

From Yokohama's point of view, I, my teacher, Chuya-kun, and everyone else in Yokohama are the same existence. He loves everyone equally and without distinction, and treats his beloved creation.

God loves the world, and if he is affectionate, he is ruthless.

They came to Yu Kanagawa's home in Yokohama. Although the building is still the same on the outside, the inside has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The space inside the building was infinitely enlarged, and when viewed from the window, the outside of the room they stayed in was endless darkness.

As soon as he was seated, Fukuzawa Yukichi first asked his own question, "Your Excellency, do you... have any plans for the future?"

They never suspect that Yokohama will hurt themselves, but the particularity of Yokohama's identity is also a huge uncontrollable factor.

"Don't worry, from now on, I will stay in Yokohama as an ordinary person."

"I will not change this land at will. The development of the world should be driven by you humans."

As early as thousands of years ago, Yokohama had learned to let go, and finally ushered in this city that left the established track and developed freely.

"Xiaoyou, do you still remember what you said to me yesterday?" When everyone silently digested Yokohama's words, Nakahara suddenly stood up.

His blue eyes were fixed on Yu Kanagawa, his expression was calm, but the fingers hanging in the sleeves were about to tear his palms.

Edogawa Ranpo whispered to Kunikida Dopo beside him, "It's so pitiful, he's broken in love."

Kunikida's eyes switched back and forth between Nakahara Chuya and Kanagawa Yuu, "Eh? Eh? Eh??!"

Everyone sat solemnly on the surface, but in fact their eyes were flying wildly, coming and going, very curious.

Yokohama saw the creature in front of him who was calm on the surface but whose eyes were about to cry. He sighed helplessly, stepped forward and grabbed his palm, and healed the wound, "I'm sorry."

Yu Kanagawa's memory is still in his mind, but the throbbing has been diluted by the long river of time.

As a responsible god, he needed to tell his human lover about this.

"I see..." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the wound on his hand that had recovered to its original state, and lowered his eyes, the eyes that were once like sapphires were stained with haze-like gray.

The huge dull pain in his heart almost crushed him, and he had envisioned such a scene for countless nights before.

He clearly thought that every day together would be a gift from the gods, but when it really happened, the pain still made it hard for him to breathe.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that Xiaoyou didn't love him anymore, but... distributed his love to everyone in Yokohama.

He no longer has all the love of a god.

But God has all his love.

Love is deep and shallow, and the world is unpredictable.

After seeing off the two groups of people, Yokohama stood in place, staring at the direction they left, silently in a daze.

The small briquettes rolled on the neckline of his shoulders, and then accidentally fell into the chest pocket of the white nightgown.

When Xiaotuanzi crawled out dizzily, a small object accidentally protruded from his head.

It was a wood carving, a wood carving that had been rubbed countless times.

For some reason, the god raised his hand and touched the warm wood carving lightly, as if something had been gently touched deep in his heart.

"Ch... also?" the name hesitantly spit out from the mouth of the god.