The Beautiful Boy at Yokohama Crossing

The place where the mountain god took the dumpling was very strange to the dumpling, but if Yumura was here, he would be able to recognize it—it was the place where he was first abandoned when he was a child.

The memory is really dripping with blood, and I will never forget it.

Among the mountains on the west side of Yokohama, there is an inconspicuous hill.Climbing up the spiral stone steps step by step, and then crossing a wild road overgrown with weeds due to years of neglect and passing by, you came to this dilapidated shrine.

It is probably the most dilapidated building that Tuanzi has ever seen.

Half of the torii gate was broken, and the vermilion paint that had been painted on it had been washed away long ago.A strip of vines intertwined and climbed on it, and occasionally white mushrooms grew out in twos and threes.

The shrine was surrounded by dense grass, and the shrine was covered with mist by falling ash.From a distance, it seems that the protagonist of this world is not the shrine, but the surrounding green vegetation.

Because of the inaccessibility of people, all the plants here will grow wantonly.Horizontal and vertical, in short, the shape is wild and uninhibited, full of natural wildness and beauty.

There is a familiar smell in the air.

Tuanzi poked his head out and sniffed vigorously, then buried himself in the mountain god's arms, and poked his head out again.

Confirmed, the two are the same.

The mountain god looked at the action of the dumpling and just smiled.

"Go in?"

The mountain god seemed to be asking Tuanzi, but without waiting for Tuanzi's answer, he pushed aside a cane blocking the way and walked in.

After many years, the shrine has finally welcomed new visitors.

I don't know why, but the shrine is empty, except for a few tables and chairs, and there are no statues of gods that should appear on the main seat. 'Four walls of bare house' is not as clean as it.

But this shouldn't be, even if it is abandoned, it will remain as a statue of the gods, and there will be no one who dares to steal it even from the gods.

Tuanzi was puzzled.

The mountain god saw Tuanzi's doubts, and he explained in a low voice, "I have replaced the original god."

Strange... I feel like—

Fragmented pictures are abruptly inserted, the colors are mottled and bizarre.

"The enshrined creature has changed, and the original sculpture has no divine power to maintain it, so it will naturally shatter."

Tuanzi's claws were trembling.

An incomplete picture flashed through my mind. In the picture... a child covered in blood was kneeling in the center of the shrine, while the statue on the main seat was cracked and broken inch by inch, blowing away with the wind.

The child didn't get up, so he didn't see the shrine's fading light at that moment.

So far, the shrine has no divine power to maintain it, and it will be exposed to wind and rain just like ordinary houses.On the contrary, the green plants are lush and evergreen, and there are more small animals who come to play.

The dumpling is in the mountain god's chest pocket, and every move affects the mountain god's mood.Of course, the mountain god didn't miss its strangeness.

"Do you remember it?"

The mountain god touched the dumpling as a comfort, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough.So he took the dumpling out of his pocket, put a finger under its paw, clasped his hands together, and circled the dumpling completely.

The claws grabbed the fingers, and the dumpling had some support before calming down a little.

The mountain god looked around the shrine with nostalgia in his expression.He looked at Tuanzi, "Remember, this is the place where we first met."

"At that time, you were small, like a kitten with wet fur..."

The more the mountain god thought about it, the more distracted he became, while talking, his volume gradually decreased.

When the mountain god reached a certain point, he suddenly fell silent as if he was stuck.After a short silence for a second or two, the mountain god came up to the dumpling and rubbed it.

A muffled voice came out, "I forgot, you probably don't want to remember."

"..."

Tuanzi was silent, spread his wings and pushed the young man's face away from him.It's just that the strength may not be as strong as the wind blown by the wings.

Following the strength of the wings, the mountain god turned his head away.Instead, the shifted sight noticed corners that he hadn't seen before.

The young man walked over, touched the corner of the dusty table, rubbed his two fingers, and said hesitantly, "This... seems to be your blood?"

One corner of the table was indeed darker than the others, and it hadn't been so noticeable over the years.But what it encountered were two strange creatures with sharper senses than normal strangers.

The mountain god has no impression of this.

A newly born god tried to transform into a human body. He gave up too much power for this, and maybe some power was mixed with his memory.

The mountain god doesn't care about those memories, after all, before meeting Yukura...

He subconsciously tightened the hand that touched the corner of the table.

'My world is the same color outside. '

Tuanzi grabbed the hand of the mountain god, and looked up at the corner of the table feebly.

It has become like this since I remembered that memory fragment, lifeless and listless.

——Maybe he was suspicious of Tori, but he didn't expect that he would be an ugly two-legged beast or something.

After turning into a bird, the aesthetics of dumplings are also converging.That is to say, no matter how good-looking the mountain god is, in the eyes of Tuanzi, without feathers is almost equal to being ugly.

But at this moment, the man who was rejected was still unconscious.

He was so happy that he seemed to have discovered a new world, or he was just using laughter to cover up his unnatural moment, "It smells like your blood."

How could it be my blood?That's clear——

Tuanzi's thoughts stopped abruptly, and once again, there was no next sentence.

The dumpling moved its claws.It's not its own, it should always tell the mountain god the truth.

It's just that this person is smiling so happily...

Tuanzi felt the vibration transmitted to the arm because of the mountain god's laughter, and raised and lowered his paw several times.

Forget it.

I don't know what's so funny, human beings are really inexplicable.

The latter thought is more like covering up his soft-hearted desire.

Tuanzi: ...

I must be crazy.

After taking Tuanzi to see a shrine that was nothing worth seeing, the mountain god turned around and left the door without any hesitation, as if this was not his birthplace but something insignificant.

Just as soon as he went out, he found that the world outside the door had changed drastically.

Groups of creatures with strange auras in the perception of the dumpling were blocking the outside of the shrine.

This smell is very similar to the black cat that almost ate it that day, and it is also very similar to those things that were slaughtered by the mountain god.

Tuanzi thought.

The dumpling who thought this way didn't realize how strange it was for a petite sparrow to be so calm and composed under the eyes of all strange creatures.

Anyway, the mountain god is behind him, he is fearless :)

"Ah..." The mountain god saw this circle, and his expression blanked for a second unexpectedly.

The originally scheduled itinerary had a million points of accidents.

I thought about letting them meet again after a while.

Within a second, Shanshen's heart turned a thousand times, from making up a random reason to pretending not to know each other, and finally bit the bullet and introduced them to each other as if nothing had happened.

"These are the strange creatures that live in this mountain range." He pointed at them.

"And this is..."

The mountain god held up the dumpling, "Our lord."

Strange Creatures: ...

"Huh?" "What?" "Mist Grass!" "This little one?"

Not only the strange creatures outside were stunned, but even the 'lord' himself was relieved.

What did this bitch just say?

Tuanzi lost his composure, and the sharp claws that gradually grew cut a short cut on the mountain god's finger.

The opening was short but deep, and blood flowed from it.

Tuanzi looked at the wound, then raised his foot to look at his paws.Evidence of what he did wrong still remained on the tip of the nail, and the blood stream flowed down from the side and gathered on the tip of the claw to form a small red bead.

Tuanzi hid jio in his stomach with a guilty conscience.

Glancing at the wound, it hesitated for a moment, then moved over in small steps.Relying on the fact that most of his body was blocked by the hand of the mountain god, Tuanzi lowered his head and licked the wound without any pressure.

The warm tip of the tongue covered the fingers, and they were separated as soon as they were touched, sucking away the blood.

The blood began to cool from the moment it flowed out of the body, so the dumpling felt more like licking a mouthful of sweet and fishy cold water.Kind of weird, but okay.

The blood of Twolegs doesn't seem to be as bad as imagined.

The dumpling was still savoring, but the young man who was holding it suddenly trembled, his arms shook, and he almost threw the dumpling out.

At the critical moment, Tuanzi hugged his fingers.

How are you fat?

Tuanzi raised his head and stared at the mountain god with probing eyes.

His eyes were burning, trying to find a flaw.

Facing the dumpling, the Mountain God covered its head with his other hand, preventing it from seeing his blushing face, "...cough, that's the way it is, do you have anything else to say?"

As soon as the palm was pressed, the dumpling was shrouded in darkness.

Although the darkness can't affect its sight at all.

So Tuanzi can still clearly see the bleeding fingers.

A lick was of no use at all, what should have flowed was still flowing, even more turbulent.The coagulated platelets seemed to be dead, and the recovery speed that the strange creature should have was not reflected in the mountain god at all.

"But, such a small one... lord, is it really the powerful lord we want to protect us?" A humanoid strange creature raised its hand to speak.

Looking at the wound, Tuanzi was worried, and after thinking about it, he simply lay down on the wound and blocked the wound with a feather.

"It's simple." The mountain god replied, moved the hand covering the dumpling's head, and lifted the dumpling up.

Under the confused stares of the strange creatures, the mountain god pushed the dumpling away a little, revealing the bleeding wound, and transferred the dumpling to the other hand.

He raised his fingers calmly, showing the wounds on his hands to the strange creatures, "Look, can any of you leave me a wound?"

"……Maybe not?"

"But it can." The mountain god shook the lump in his hand, "This is enough to show that it is better than you."

The strange creatures always felt that something was wrong, but they were relatively simple-minded and couldn't find the loopholes in the language of the mountain god.

"Yes?" The strange creature wanted to ask again.

"No but." The mountain god interrupted him, confidently, "If you can't find a problem, it's reasonable."