The correct way to wish for the Holy Grail of Conan

"By the way, Miss Mase, are you going to participate in the yukata competition later?" Natsume Takashi asked Mase cautiously, remembering the goal of this celebration.

"Yukata?" Shinse was originally pulled over by Shuten-douji, but he didn't even know about the activities that would be held here.

"That is, without any demonic power, get a yukata hanging on the top of the tree canopy. That yukata can turn a monster into a human for a day." After speaking, Natsume Takashi's tone softened.

Zhenshi glanced at him and tilted his head: "Is that your target?"

"Ah, yes. I want to help a monster friend, so I can't live without that yukata, and I will try my best to get it!" Natsume Takashi said firmly.

"But you can't squeeze them with such a small body." Zhenshi poured cold water on him.

Natsume Takashi smiled bitterly, but the firm look in his gentle eyes did not waver at all: "I know, so, I will do my best."

"Then I wish you good luck. I have enough clothes at home and I don't need this one." Zhenshi said he was not interested.

Although some of the people in the courtyard belong to the race of goblins, they have lived from Heianjing to the present, and they are no longer the little goblins who couldn't even hide their bodies hundreds of years ago.

Including the little monsters like Yingcao that can be seen everywhere in the forest, with Seimei and her making shikigami guards for them, they can also be seen by other humans when they become human. Mountain rabbits are an example.

"Well! I will work hard!" Natsume Takashi clenched his fists.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

Three gongs and drums sounded, and the monsters who were chatting and laughing at the festival immediately began to walk to the starting point of the yukata competition.

"Natsume is real now, she just knows to meddle in other people's business." Madara still had the appearance of a beckoning cat, looking at the huge group of monsters that began to gather at the far starting point, with a disdainful tone.

The organizer of this celebration, Tsuishin, sat on the roof of the old rubble, and together with Madara, looked at the drums and gongs that were about to start, and gathered at the starting point, one after another, the demon heads.

"Reiko is the same, isn't it?" Chuishin's real prototype is a monster with a horse head and a wolf body. Although it is not as good as Madara's, now that Madara's power has been sealed, it can also be tied with it.

"Fat cat! I know you're here too!"

Zhenshi's lively voice sounded, and a "well" burst out on the forehead of the fat lucky cat in Madara, and it roared back aggressively: "I'm not a fat cat!"

Madara was very angry, but Madara's current appearance was completely unconvincing.

Zhenshi descended slowly from mid-air, looked at Chuishen, "Is he your friend?"

"How is it possible!" Madara still didn't calm down.

But because it can't be provoked in the real world, it can only resist verbally.

"Huh? This is really a distinguished guest. My name is Chuishin, the organizer of this ceremony, and welcome to your patronage." As a monster with a calendar, of course, Chuishin can tell that apart from Zhenshi, it belongs to Shutendouji. Terrifying and powerful demonic energy.

So he stood up and bowed to Zhenshi.

Shinse nodded, then hugged the angry Madara without feeling dirty at all, scratched its chin, and Madara's angry little eyes immediately changed.

"Hmph, don't think that I'll forgive you just because you give me a smooth hair!" Madara, in the state of a beckoning cat, said that he could use his cuteness to commit murder.

"Okay, okay~" Makoto's eyes swept over the other party's little feet that were honestly starting to shake, and his mouth followed Madara's meaning to comfort him.

"clang--"

The first long sound of gongs and drums sounded, and there was a pause before the second sound began.

"clang--"

The contestants gathered at the starting point began to prepare for the sprint.

"clang--!"

They rushed out!

The yukata competition officially began, and the monsters ran amok with their rough bodies.

In front of the monsters, Natsume Takashi was like a weak bamboo pole with thin arms and legs. He struggled to squeeze among a group of monsters, and his feet moved forward firmly.

While running, Natsume Takashi was staggered by the huge monster around him and almost fell.

If you fall here, you will face hundreds of legs stepping on your body.

It's fine if youkai are stepped on, they can use their power to protect themselves if they stumble, but Takashi Natsume is a human being after all, if they fall, the others will be gone.

Fortunately, Natsume Takashi stabilized, and continued to run forward with gritted teeth.

"Hmm." Makoto frowned slightly, looking at Madara in his arms.

The other party's claws protruded from the pad, accidentally scratched her, a little cold.

She looked at Natsume Takashi who was struggling to move forward among a group of little monsters, then looked down at the beckoning cat in her arms, and said, "Since you care so much, why don't you help him?"

"Who cares about him!" I only care about the accounts of friends!

Baba snorted.

He doesn't care about that idiot!

Makoto lowered his head, looked at Madara's flicking tail and raised his eyebrows.

"Madara, do you think Natsume is going to work so hard?" Makoto suddenly said.

Madara snorted arrogantly, and said bitterly: "That guy is the kind of meddlesome person! He's obviously just a little monster, and things like this happen every day in this world, but This idiot just wants to take care of it!"

"Are you working so hard just for a little monster you just met? This... is really similar to my brother." Zhenshi's blue pupils were peaceful, but under that tranquility, there seemed to be something more brewing. Horrible vortex.

Natsume Takashi on the other end was knocked down by a kappa.

This time, he couldn't stabilize his body, so he could only allow himself to fall to the ground, and then faced the next merciless trampling.

"But unlike my brother, he doesn't have the strength to keep his gentleness from being hurt. Sometimes I really don't understand what human beings are thinking."

Zhenshi's soft murmur was blown in the wind, Chui Shen listened silently, and then whispered:

"Well, my lord, although I don't understand what human beings think sometimes. But although Natsume-sama doesn't have great power, he has an unbreakable bond that can rival him."

I don't know when, Zhenshi's arms are empty.

The familiar big white monster rushed into the pile of monsters, and rolled up the fallen Natsume Takashi.

"Teacher!" Takashi Natsume looked at Madara in surprise.

"Natsume, get ready to rush!"

Madara glared at him, but curled his tail around him, and gently put him on his back, relying on his huge size to escape from a group of little monsters, moving forward unimpeded.

The bright moon covered by dark clouds reveals its original bright light.

Natsume Takashi rode on Madara, and took advantage of Madara's forceful leap to win the final prize of this competition.

"Great teacher!"

The strong wind blows Natsume Takashi's white silk with demon patterns painted on his face, revealing his happy smile.

"Humph."

Madara glanced sideways at Natsume Takashi on his back, and landed beautifully and perfectly.

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