[Comprehensive Manga] Under the Feather Clothes God

Dormitory 201.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi lay on his back on the bed, feeling that life has become more and more exciting recently.

There's nothing like slamming into a wall when you're half asleep and suddenly woken up by a long siren.

The boy sat up, propped his forehead with one hand, and narrowed his eyes.

"Earthquake alert?"

Baishi took a look at the mobile phone beside him, and he was relieved that he didn't receive any emergency warning interface: "Ah... no."

Putting on his coat slowly, Kuranosuke Shiraishi glanced at the three beds that were still empty, and walked out of the dormitory with a sober mind.

In the corridor, there were quite a few severely frightened teenagers who opened the dormitory door and whispered questions.

"What happened outside?" Baishi took a few steps forward, and asked Qiantose Qianli who was watching secretly with half of his head out.

"I don't know, who knows what's going on next door in the middle of the night." Chitose Qianli yawned, then retracted his head as if nothing had happened, "Ah, I was scared to death."

"..."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi glanced at the closed door, stepped forward again, and walked across the corridor to the hall.

Gradually, he heard weak and hasty footsteps coming from the stairs, masked by harsh noises.

Followed by the spiral upwards, the terrified cry of the teenager with a deep sense of space.

"Minister Minister Minister—"

The long tail sound reaches the extreme when the white sneakers step on the last step.

The next moment, bright lights instantly illuminated the thin figure of the young man.

"...Akaya?" Yukimura raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the senior Kirihara Akashi also seemed to have taken a reassurance, the lingering sound stopped, and he jumped onto the sofa in three steps in two steps, facing Yukimura: "Minister, Minister, this place is haunted!"

Yukimura's old father was silent for a long time, and finally looked at him sadly: "Chiya, you must believe in science."

"But the minister, I really saw the ghosts of the fallen warriors that appear every year at this time!" Kirihara explained with dancing, "It is rumored that the defeated infantry was hunted here, and the end was very! Very miserable!"

Yukimura: "Oh?"

—It seems that it is not the same as expected.

"It's true, Minister." Recalling the scene again, Kirihara covered his face and shouted, "The wraith who was torn apart on the battlefield was looking for broken limbs... I really saw it."

"Well, it's interesting."

"..."

Kirihara, who seemed to have been inexplicably perfunctory, stopped abruptly, hugging his knees, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

On the side, after listening to the experience of encountering ghosts, Baishi could not help but pinch his chin and leaned against the wall thinking.

——Rumours, battlefields, wraiths.

Assuming rumors are to be believed, seeing is believing.

Then she who happened to appear in 'this period' may have been brutally killed when she was involved in the dispute that year, and her grievances have never dissipated since then.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable Shiraishi nodded.

Thanks to the terrible earthquake warnings issued by Japan all the year round, he has exercised a strong heart, so that he still has the leisure to think about these things until now.

"very noisy."

The sound that lasted for a long time finally made Marui Bunta come out of the room with short messy hair. He squinted his eyes and glanced around like sleepwalking: "Kirihara? What's going on outside."

"Senior Marui." Kirihara regained his spirits, "I saw a ghost!"

"……Clam?"

Yukimura took his gaze away from Kirihara, and when he looked at the stairs again, he found that Yuki was squatting there with several bottles of red wine, separated from Shiraishi by a corner.

Sensing the unstoppable sight drifting over from the hall, Yuyi couldn't help but tilt his head, and bit off the cork by the way: "Masters, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with me."

"Then." Fuji rolled his eyes and moved his mouth slightly, "Is what Kirihara said true?"

"..."

Yuyi straightened up, while drinking, leaned against the wall worryingly.

Fuji: Got it.

"...Actually, that's how it happened."

Barely clearing his mind, Yuyi turned over on the wall, and suddenly his shoulder seemed to hit something.

The other side.

Shiraishi only heard the crisp click of a switch coming from the corner, and then the whole hall was plunged into darkness.

This process was so fast that it was almost impossible for people to react. In just a blink of an eye, the hall was bright again.

"Senior Shiraishi." Kirihara stiffened his body and turned his head once and for all, with an expression of wanting to cry, "It's scary to turn off the lights suddenly."

Shiraishi: "..."

There are even scarier ones, do you want to listen to them?

The bad location made Shiraishi's psychological pressure suddenly increase, but the curiosity of killing the cat still prompted him to move around the corner.

Then he turned his face sideways, squinting slightly.

- He saw it.

Different from the reflection of the previous media, this time, I really saw it.

……

It seems like a long time has passed.

Finally, Yuyi slowly and slowly removed the hand covering the switch.

And the dumb hair on the top of the head, which was frightened and stiff, also loosened in one breath, and fell down softly again.

OK, nothing major went wrong.

A heart was put back in place.

I just don't know why, she, who exists in a blind spot of vision, has such a tacit understanding and maintained a long look at Baishi.

↑

unilateral.

perhaps.

Yuyi staggered his gaze.

"Shiraishi?" Atobe raised his voice slightly, and spoke again slowly with his forehead propped up when the other party finally turned his head to look at him, "After watching for so long, is there any problem over there?"

"Well... not at all."

Shiraishi folded his arms and leaned back against the wall again, Yukimura seemed to be beckoning slightly in his direction out of the corner of his eye.

Then a red figure obediently rolled himself onto the sofa.

Shiraishi:? ? ?

——Is this how you define the materialistic world?

— Where is the conscience? !

Picking up the broken glass heart, Baishi hesitated to speak for a long time before walking forward, pointing at Yuyi: "You...know each other?"

Yukimura paused slightly for the girl's smooth hair, and when he raised his head, his expression was a little surprised: "Can you see it?"

"It's been a while, but to be precise, just now."

It seems that the previous confrontation between the two sides was very successful.

...Aww.

Yuyi hugged his head.

"By the way, I won't have any yin and yang eyes." Shiraishi Kuranosuke worriedly grabbed his short brown hair.

"It has nothing to do with yin and yang eyes." Yuyi revealed half of his face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Everyone can see the scene on the other side, but they will be subconsciously ignored by the brain... What kind of excessive sequelae is this? God..."

"Sequelae?" Baishi frowned.

"Wrong!" Yuyi sat upright, with sincere eyes accompanied by righteousness, "It's fate."

"Unless the gods are voluntary, ordinary people can't see the gods." Recalling Yuyi's words a long time ago, Tezuka lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Being able to see her without a special physique can only show that you are a predestined person .”

"Well, definitely not an evil god." Fuji nodded.

"If you are interested, you can also buy some omamori for sponsorship." Yukimura added.

"Eliminate disasters and avoid difficulties, and you can still town house in normal times."

"Above." Renzu pushed his glasses, "Just listen to it."

Shiraishi: "..."

Baishi: "...God?"

"That's right, the all-knowing and omnipotent god of feathers, Ye Yuyi."

Shiraishi suddenly recalled which issue of the newspaper had published the news that the next head of the Atobe family had spent huge sums of money to build the shrine.

Hagoromo Shrine, the first Fukutsu Shrine in Japan.

Shiraishi glanced around the 'upright' friends who obviously concealed important information.

Sure enough, where is your conscience? ? ?

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