After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

Yato would often act strangely, which was not a surprise to Mingyin.

After all, he is used to not making a conclusion about everything in the world.

As long as you don't draw a category called "normal", then there is no such thing as "weird".

Children can do this easily, but it is difficult for adults.

Because of work, ideas must keep pace with the times, and Mingyin is used to keeping herself a "child" in this regard.

It's like, for a child, everything in the world is novel.

The shape of the clouds in the sky will change, dripping paint into the clear water will spread out beautiful flocculent patterns, candies are sweet, plums are sour, soups are bitter...

A child walking down the street will not be surprised to see a pedestrian walking in mid-air.Because he is accepting new things every day, and this is just one of the usual ones.

They will think, why is this?Is it super power?Or magic tricks?Or simply alien technology?

But adults are different.If they see the above scene, ordinary people will definitely scream in surprise, and after confirming that they are not dreaming, they will take out their mobile phones to call the police; The role of ability, and don't think too much about the reason.

Therefore, whether it's the daily bad manners, or the occasional cold flashes in the eyes, or the strange feeling that goes straight down the spine, Mingyin doesn't think it's a big deal, and he can still continue to maintain this occasional 5 yuan deal with Yato .

Although this is generally the case, Mingyin found that she still underestimated Yato's self-talk skills.

In a sense, the gods must be "right".

Things like "good and evil" are moral standards set by human beings themselves, which are meaningless to other higher intelligent creatures.

The same is true of ghosts, monsters, and gods.

In other words, only humans can define good and evil.

What kind of god a god will become, whether it will do "good" or "evil" is determined according to the guidance of the "beacon".

The road sign is generally held by the highest-ranking person in the artifact.

In a situation like Yato's, where there is only one artifact around him, the only person is naturally his beacon.

Although it looks like it will take a long time to run in.

But none of this could explain why Yato suddenly lifted his clothes in public.

"...Have you seen enough?" Mingyin propped up his dark eyes, and the faint black eye circles made him look angry.

Of course, this is just his ordinary expression.

"... I've seen enough..." For some reason, Yato used honorifics in a guilty conscience.

Mingyin stood up from the ground and tidied up her attire.

"Since you found the artifact, can you take a look for this guy now?" He looked behind him and took out a 5 yuan coin from his wallet.

"...Of course, thank you for your patronage!" As soon as he got money, the poor god completely changed his face.

Yato turned his head and shouted, "Seki!"

"what…?"

While Xueyin was stunned, the bright red "Snow" pattern on the collarbone shone brightly, and the same pattern appeared in the midair directly in front of her. The whole person turned into an invisible light, which was drawn into Yato's hand, and condensed into a blade without a handle. long knife.

The blade is clear and cold, shining coldly.

Like snow.

Yato put two fingers together, caressed the blade until it reached the tip, and smiled.

"Look carefully, Xueyin. What do you see now?"

"...the heart is connected to a lot of "threads", which should be connected to other places outside the body, but the rest has disappeared and cannot be seen. "

"Is it disconnected?"

"No, I think it's connected."

"Is that so..." Yato pondered for a rare moment of seriousness, "It's alright, Yuki, show your form."

The long knife turned back into a boy with blond hair and orange eyes.

Hiyori waited curiously for a conclusion, and stood quietly aside, only her cat-tail-like thread was shaking slightly.

"You are not of "this world," but of other worlds beyond this world. "

"Look, isn't this kind of thing happening often? Sometimes wind holes appear irregularly in this world, allowing the filth that shouldn't be here to come to this shore through this special channel."

"You should have been unfortunately sucked into the wind cave connecting the two worlds."

"Is that really the case..." The ghost from another world lowered its eyes and murmured.

"Do you want to go back? The original world." Mingyin looked up at him.

"...um...do you really want to..." the young man said, obviously not thinking about this issue much, "after figuring out where I came from, I feel completely unmotivated, let me continue to rely on you, Mingyin Jun."

"The option of going back is probably not the right answer, that's what I think."

"It doesn't matter to me, you can stay as long as you want..." Mingyin felt that now might not be a good time to bring up the name "Dazai Osamu", and silently swallowed the topic, "Since we want to get along for a long time, should I What do I call you?"

"Didn't Mingyin-kun call me 'Sir' (Sennsei) before?"Just this. "

"……as long as you are happy."

The man seemed to be in a good mood.

As if relieved, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The face that was not covered by the straps was clear and soft, less gloomy.

But probably, not really.

"If you change your mind, tell me."

First, it refers to the title, and second, it refers to the matter of "don't want to go back".

"Okay okay."

"If you have an entrustment, please give me the priority to deliver God Yato-chan ~" Yato compared to a very disgusting Wink.

Mingyin waved her hands helplessly, indicating that she knew.

Yato took Yukine and Hiyori teleported back.

Gods, artifacts and believers.

Very solid triangle combination.

Mingyin was somewhat envious of such a relationship.

But it's just envy, he is content with the status quo.

"May [-]th, have you finished talking with your friends?" Odasaku put his hands in his pockets and walked from the door of the western restaurant.

"He's not considered a friend, at most an acquaintance."

"Really..." Odasaku was noncommittal.

It was only then that Mingyin realized that something was wrong.

"Mr. Odasaku, did you notice Yato just now?"

"Well, yes." Oda Saku was also surprised, he thought it was quite normal.

"He gave me this at the store..." Oda Sakuyuki took out a small advertisement from his coat pocket.

Delivery God Yato, contact number [—Privacy Protection—].

"Ah, is that so?" Mingyin returned the small advertisement to Odasaku with a blank expression.

"Yes." Odasaku said seriously.

They returned to rest on the second floor of the western restaurant.

Shinji and Yu sat on the edge of the bed reading, Katsumi and Yusuke played game consoles on the upper bunk, Sakule lay on the ground and doodled on white paper with crayons.

Mingyin sat at the side and began to draw casually.

"Akantyann is so good at drawing!" Saku Le praised bluntly.

"Really, it's amazing—!"

"Put it up, can you stick it on the wall?"

"Where is it? Let me see!"

"so cute."

The children, who were doing their own things quietly, became agitated all of a sudden, gesturing to post this "masterpiece" as a souvenir.

Mingyin maintained her kneeling posture, her forehead pressed to the ground in shame, and she covered her face with her hands.

On the paper, I drew Oda Saku holding Sakura, Shinji, Katsumi, Xingsuke and Yu in a cute stick figure style. Although the expressions are very simple, they are very vivid.

"Put it up higher, I'll move a chair." Xingsuke was about to go out to look for a chair when he said that, and bumped into Odasaku who was about to come in.

"Let me do it." The red-haired man took the drawing paper and easily pasted it high on the wall by virtue of his height.

The roommate was laughing again.

I really don't know why he laughs so low.

Skull pain.

Mingyin was so ashamed that she was about to die on the spot.

"Don't, don't be like this..." Mingyin tugged at the coat fabric on Odasaku's arm with his fingers, "It's not a big deal, it shouldn't be pasted up."

"This is a commemoration, the anniversary of meeting Ming Yin-chan."

"Yes, Mingyin-chan."

"Mingyin sauce."

……

"That's what they said." Odasaku concluded.

Hearing this, Mingyin covered half of her face with her palms, to relieve the shame in her heart and the uncontrollable reflection meeting.

"However, for the anniversary, there must be one more person... Do you mind if I draw it directly?"

Odasaku seeks the opinions of the painters.