It is said that Sun Pillar-sama is the god of fire

After listening to the young man's words, Kamado Tanjirou couldn't help but smile and bent his eyebrows, the warm red light was reflected in those deep red eyes, like two clusters of burning flames.

Holding a colored ferrule, he stood silently on the bluestone slab about three meters away, as if adhering to some strange rules. The clogs firmly leaned against the edge of the bluestone slab, not exceeding a trace, nor Stay away by one point.

Gently exerting force on the hand, the ferrule slides in a beautiful arc in the air. Before ordinary people can clearly see the traces of the sleeves of the black dress sliding in the air, the ferrule has been firmly placed on the product in the center, without any traces. Difference.

With one hit, Kamado Tanjiro smiled unconsciously, squinted his eyes, and quickly threw two or three ferrules in his hand, without exception, they all landed on the products he had seen before. .

Such a scene was naturally applauded by the audience next to him.However, amidst the boisterous noise of others, Kamado Tanjiro put away the ferrule in his hand, and pulled the young man beside him who didn't seem too surprised to walk in front of the boss.

The boss who thought he would accompany a thorough one took the remaining ferrule from Vulcan's hand in a daze, until the two of them walked a long way with the booty and did not recover.

"Why didn't Tanjiro continue?"

After confirming that he had been completely mixed in the crowd, the black-haired youth who took a ceramic doll by his hand asked.

"Obviously you can get all of them, can't you?"

For ordinary people, a small game like hoop, where luck accounts for most of the time, is just as easy and common activity as eating and drinking for gods.

He believed that even if Tanjirou closed his eyes, he could still hit the target like this.

"Besides, why do you have to retreat so far?"

Maybe it's just a small business. The store didn't set a strict throwing line. Most people who come to play will feel like standing farther away. As long as it's not too much, the store won't say anything to you.

Only Tanjirou Kamado, standing neatly behind the dividing line drawn by the bluestone slab, meticulously imposed invisible constraints on himself.

"Ah, that." Unceremoniously stuffing a ceramic doll into the young man's arms, Kamado Tanjiro pondered for a moment, and seemed to be hesitant on how to explain it to the humans around him.

"Does Tsukihiko know about 'First Line'?" Sure enough, seeing the puzzled expression on the young man's face, Kamado Tanjiro laughed, and walked quickly to stand in front of the young man.

Light and shadow seem to be divided under the feet of the gods. Vulcan stands firmly under the junction of light and shadow, and the half-bright and half-dark lights hit the gods, silently separating the boundary between this shore and the other shore.

"Although strictly speaking, the divine tool is used to divide the boundary between oneself and monsters, but broadly speaking, the 'line' is not such a rigid thing."

Tanjirou Kamado rested his chin, quite distressed as to how he could explain such an abstract thing to the young man in front of him.

"Only by clearly defining one's identity and firmly adhering to the principles engraved in the bottom of one's heart can one draw a powerful line. ——Of course, such a line will basically not be broken by things like filth."

Vulcan tried his best to explain this kind of illusory thing to human beings, Tsukihiko narrowed his eyes, and the dark eyes were full of lack of interest.

Be it the artifact or the so-called front line, it should have been something he would never have access to.

"But the first line is actually something used to restrain the gods." Vulcan's face was serious, but the crimson eyes looking at the young man were still shining and gentle.

"However, it doesn't matter whether you get more rewards or stand so far away, they are all my 'front line'."

Although all living beings are equal, that's just because everything is like ants in front of the gods, without distinction.

Vulcan is willing to set a line for himself in this way, willing to drag himself off the high god seat, like a drop of transparent water, which is not uncommon, quietly mixed into the world.

"That'line' cannot be crossed no matter what."

God said so.

Those crimson eyes were still soft, but for some reason, looking at Kamado Tanjirou's slightly blurred face under the interlaced light and shadow, the black-haired young man suddenly felt an indescribable coldness rushing up his back.

In a trance, the god's eyes were cold and indifferent, as if he wanted to peel off everything from the inside out, and completely expose his soul in front of the god. All sins will be made public to the world, and all evil thoughts will be eliminated hide away.

The black-haired young man could hardly control his feet and wanted to run away from the incomparably majestic gaze immediately, but he froze in place because of the reverence and fear of the gods spreading from the bottom of his heart.

Even though it was only a short distance away, Vulcan stood under the light and shadow, and he stood in the shadow, accepting the judgment of the god silently.

"Then... what exactly is Tanjirou's 'front line'?" Tsukihiko gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly.

He lowered his head, his broken hair cast a fine shadow on his forehead, blocking those dark and deep eyes, and an invisible storm was brewing and rolling quietly in those eyes.

Please, don't tell me—

"That..." As if he heard the prayer in his heart, Kamado Tanjirou suddenly took a step, and caught off guard by the young man, he grabbed Tsukihiko's somewhat cold hand, as if actively breaking the barrier The boundaries between the two are average.

"Yueyan probably won't have a chance to know." Shenming's brisk and lively voice rang in his ears, and the exquisitely crafted wooden clogs collided against the bluestone board, making a regular and pleasant "da da" sound, and Vulcan pulled him quickly to the crowd run away.

Be it selfishness or rules, Kamado Tanjiro doesn't want the black-haired young man to know what the "first line" that must never be crossed is.

Perhaps due to some extremely special intuition of the god itself, he was just subconsciously avoiding some kind of almost creepy possibility.

"There are goldfish fishing over there!" As if discovering something new and interesting, Kamado Tanjiro pointed to a shop full of people, his crimson eyes seemed to contain bright starlight, Yue Yan was dumbfounded by the time.

"Do you want to try it together?" Vulcan forcefully dragged the young man into the crowd, and before Yue Yan could react to what happened, he quickly stuffed the paper net into the young man's hand and threw the youth net Push by the pool.

Holding a thin, brittle paper net, the dark-haired youth was stiff—not that he hadn't come to fish for goldfish before, but he would have been with two other annoying guys before.

He has always been unable to compete with other gods and monsters, and he doesn't bother to compete with them.However, the sad thing is that the quarrel between the two guys will inevitably involve him who is innocent watching the show, either inexplicably being sprayed with water, or suddenly being hit in the face by a slippery goldfish.

As a result, basically every time he brings three children to the temple fair, Kamado Tanjiro will try to avoid these three children from doing activities such as fishing for goldfish.

But now is different.

The black-haired young man turned his head slightly, Tanjirou Kamado was next to him, and the warm body temperature of the god was clearly transmitted to his mind through the thin cloth on his arm.

The tip of the nose is still lingering with Kamado Tanjiro's unique aroma, and the god moves quickly, his hands rise and fall, and the crystal clear water splashes reflect finely colored brilliance in the air.

He only heard Tanjiro cheering, and a mottled goldfish had already been packed into the store's special small jar, swimming in the water in a daze, as if he hadn't noticed the change of place at all.

Someone bumped his arm lightly, Kamado Tanjiro urged softly: "Hurry up, or I will snatch the fish away."

Yue Yan felt as if he had become that stupid fish too. He stretched the paper net into the water stiffly, but he couldn't move lightly like Vulcan, who took a goldfish with him in an instant. The already thin paper net was wrinkled in the water, and it broke when it touched the goldfish.

Kamado Tanjiro laughed out loud, and stuffed the slightly wrinkled paper net into the young man's hand, his eyes were full of smiles.

"Try again." He urged, the countless lights on the street reflected in his eyes, as dazzling as a galaxy containing stars.

However, maybe it's because he's really not good at it, or maybe it's because Yueyan has a certain aura that scares the goldfish. As long as the black-haired young man stretches the paper net into the water, the goldfish that had been obediently parked in the corner will dodge in panic, causing the goldfish to panic. Even if the veins on the young man's forehead popped up, he couldn't get one.

They didn't buy the goldfish they caught in the end-although it was basically Vulcan's catch.

Kamado Tanjiro really wanted to buy a few tails and put them in his hut as a kind of companionship, but he was rejected by the black-haired youth with a rather indifferent attitude.

Yue Yan didn't want to see all the goldfish belly turned over and died at home the next day.

They walked side by side on the bustling street, not only the loud shouts of the crowd, but also the hearty laughter of Vulcan.

Tsukihiko sometimes feels that the fire god is a very strange existence-it is obviously just a small temple fair, no matter in terms of scale or anything else, it is far inferior to Kamado Tanjiro's own fire god festival Come grand and solemn.Yet Vulcan still plays everything so happily.

"Because Tsukihiko is with me." Tanjirou Kamado replied.

Because I have you by my side, even if it is a boring temple fair, I can still have such a good time.

Vulcan's happiness is so ordinary and ordinary.

"Yueyan!" They hugged the strangely shaped ceramic dolls, and walked back slowly.The sound of clogs and clogs colliding on the bluestone board quietly overlapped, melting into the night silently with the unrecognizable thoughts of young people.

"Look up." Vulcan freed one hand, motioning the black-haired young man beside him to look up at the sky.Tsukihiko, who was already immersed in his own thoughts, subconsciously raised his head following Kamado Tanjirou's movements, but the next moment he was deeply attracted by the scene in the sky.

The huge sound of fireworks exploding roared in the dark night, and the huge fireworks that exploded suddenly drew gorgeous and eye-catching patterns in the air. Hidden among the stars, disappeared without a trace.

Such gorgeous fireworks are so abruptly and deeply imprinted deep in the eye mask, even if you close your eyes, you still seem to be able to see the extreme beauty of the moment when the fireworks explode.

This is not the end.The cluster of fireworks just now was like some kind of signal. In an instant, the sound of piercing through the air sounded one after another. Countless fireworks exploded in the air, and the colorful light reflected the sky as if it were daytime.

Fire trees and silver flowers, gorgeous and short-lived.

"Happy birthday, Tsukihiko." Vulcan's soft voice was hidden in the ear-shattering explosions, so soft that Yueyan almost thought it was just his own illusion.

He lowered his head dully, and the fireworks all over the sky coated the god in front of him with a layer of warm light. Those warm eyes were almost completely filled by the light of the fireworks, and the original color could not be seen.

Only then did he realize—it turns out that today is his birthday.

"You're an adult."

No one held a coming-of-age ceremony for him, so Kamado Tanjiro pulled him out so forcefully, using fresh and tender wisteria flowers, endless bustle and noise, and gorgeous fireworks in the sky, as his unique birthday gift.

Having crossed the dividing line between a child and an adult, from today on, no matter whether he is "Yue Yan" or someone else, or without a surname, he is an independent and complete person.

"Want to make a wish to me, Tsukihiko?" Kamado Tanjirou asked the young man in front of him with a smile.

"The gods are right in front of your eyes?"

This is an honor that many people can only dream of in their lifetime.

"Will Tanjirou grant me any wish?" Tsukihiko didn't rush to make a wish, but looked at Kamado Tanjirou quite seriously, with an unprecedented seriousness in his tone.

"Of course." Kamado Tanjiro nodded.

"As long as I can do it, it will be realized for Yue Yan."

This is God's promise.

"Then I hope—"

"You can always be by my side."

This is his only luxury.

Under the fiery trees and silver flowers, the black-haired youth leaned over slightly, their shadows were stretched thin and slender, and gradually blended together with the movement of the young man's leaning over, as if they were kissing the forehead of the god in front of him from a distance.

Gentle, nostalgic, but just a phantom of self-deception, fleeting.

He hopes that their future can also be firmly entangled like the shadows blending together at this moment.

Until death.