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"Hey, hey, I didn't come to fight with you!"

"I'll come down here!"

"Don't draw your knife!!!"

Sabito held the handle of the knife in his hand, and showed an angry look at the black-haired boy who was completely unruly and standing on the tombstone in front of him.

Trampling on the tombstones of the dead... No rules!

Yato looked at his torn sleeve with tears in his eyes, and burst into tears.

This was bought at a huge price, how fierce he is! ! !

But—forget it!

Yato wept generously.

No way, such a great god suddenly appeared in front of human beings, even if it is a powerful water column, it should be surprised.

But he didn't care at all...

how could it be possible!

"What... are you going to do again!"

Seeing the young man in front of him raised his knife against his neck, Ye Dou finally cried out wanting to cry.

Satoshi said coldly, "Come down."

The black-haired boy in front of him seemed to be stunned for a second, and then he finally understood what was going on, with a look of annoyance, and then he jumped down from the tombstone and bowed.

"sorry!"

The black-haired boy apologized sincerely, as if he understood what mistake he had made.

"I shouldn't be resting on your tombstone!"

Sato: ...?

His, tombstone?

Satoshi's heart trembled suddenly, the other party's words seemed to pierce the burden that had been piled up and hidden in his heart for many years, and the knife he held in his hand was even tighter.

Satoshi said coldly, "There's no need for ridicule."

He thought it was right to die in the past, and he also thought that there was a name on these tombstones that could be replaced by his own name.

but--

"I don't think I will die at the hands of someone like you."

Sabito waved the Japanese sword in his hand, his already stern face was full of anger.

The blue sun wheel knife was swung out in his hand, and a white mark slid down in the night sky.

Yato, who was still seriously apologizing considering Sabito's character and the significance of the dead to human beings, looked up, and saw the sword being swung towards him, and squatted down quickly after a cry of surprise.

The blade cut across Yato's hair, and the black hair fell down along the sharp knife.

But Yato, who squatted down without being injured, blinked suddenly, and then remembered that Satu's knife might not be able to touch him.

Oh yes!

So Yato slowly stood up from the ground embarrassingly, still muttering in pieces: "Ah, I'm sorry, your knife is too fast, I almost—" Forgot that you couldn't kill me...

"Grass! Bleeding! Bleeding!"

"how did you do that!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! God slaughter!!"

It is still Sagiri Mountain, and it is still in the fog.

On the side of the cemetery, Yato cried and hugged his weak self (he was beaten without a useful artifact), and next to him was the tombstone of Giyu Tomioka, which had been wiped clean.

No, it might be a bit inaccurate to say it is clean, and it might not be an exaggeration to describe it as shiny.

Satoshi has a calm face, and there are even a few weird black hairs on the ground beside his feet that are blown by the wind at night.

He glanced at Yato who was hugging him on the ground, and finally spoke:

"So, you are a god?"

Yetou shuddered, straightened his back and turned his head.

Then nod wildly.

"Yes, that's right!"

"I am the God of Night Fighting, but a god born from people's wishes!"

Yato's eyes were shining brightly, and his nose seemed to be going to the sky because of his boast. It was obvious that the word "God" made him quite proud, but Sato frowned slightly, and was even more suspicious of the other party's words point.

How can this person look like a god?

He recalled when he was at the shrine, the god of the wind, the god of the wind, had a handsome appearance, and then hesitantly compared it with the young man in front of him—the boy in ragged clothes, with a haircut like a dog, exuding the air of a middle school student who skipped classes all over his body. fight.

No, not at all.

"...I am really a god!"

Feeling the complete disbelief in Sabito's eyes, Yato yelled to prove his identity, and raised a finger in front of Sabito.

Yato: "Give me a wish, please! Just five yen is enough, and I promise to prove it to you!"

So a few minutes later, Yato put the five yen he got into his sachet with satisfaction.

He smiled and looked at Satu Tsaojiao, who was holding a strange three-color tortoise shell pattern blanket in front of him, with his arms akimbo.

How about it!Now you can prove that you are a god!

At this time, Sato was holding a slightly warm blanket with unknown traces—probably saliva in his hand, and began to doubt whether the wish he had just tested was correct.

On the other side, in the house of Yiwozuo, the third of the upper strings.

Xiao Yiyong, who was sitting on the tatami mat with a dazed face, was looking at the empty hands with a dull face, and suddenly had the idea of ​​doubting life together.

The guy who suddenly appeared and snatched the blanket...

Who is it! !

Go back to Sagiri Mountain.

Satoshi coughed lightly, realizing that the wish he just made might not be appropriate, so he folded the blanket on his hand and put it away.

Looking up at Yato in front of him again, because he can probably confirm that the other party is a god (of course, he also suspects that it may be a monster), so he slightly suppressed the initial hostility.

Sato calmed down a bit, and asked, "Since you are a god, do you have something to tell Ye Dou-kun?"

Seeing that the topic had finally returned to the right track, Yato heaved a sigh of relief, and his vigilance finally relaxed.

"...It's not really an important thing."

"only!"

Yeto straightened his back, full of energy, he hesitated for a while, but then he made up his mind and said, "Zhenmu...you know it!"

Sato was stunned for a moment, his eyes wary.

"Do you know Senior Sister?"

Ye Dou chicken pecked rice and nodded.

He thought for a while, and when he was about to speak, he scratched the back of his head in frustration, as if he was considering whether to say it, and after thinking for a long time, he decided to go all out:

"That...you Master Linlong's disciples almost never reincarnate after death, do you know about that?"

Sato was stunned for a moment: "What...?"

Yato: "They all returned to Sagiri Mountain after they died, and they are no longer visible now. It was Mako who inherited their obsession and stayed."

Yato took out a disaster-dispelling fox mask from his body, which was a mask with a flower pattern belonging to a girl.

He let out a breath, looked at Satu seriously, and tried to make what he said sound less irresponsible.

"In order to live in reality in a legitimate way, she found the artifact that I said she wanted to become a god, but the condition was to assist the ghost killing team to kill Ghost Mai Tsuji. After I agreed, she has been with me forever."

"but--"

but--

Sato stared earnestly at Yato who kept talking about things in front of him, analyzing what Yato said in his head, the frown between his brows became tighter and tighter, and the complexity in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Seeing his expression, Yato hesitated, but continued:

"Just a few days ago, in order to find Mikage whose whereabouts were uncertain, Tomioka Yoshiyuki, who was supposed to die, turned into Fusangshen by mistake and strayed into the world of Shenyin, and the person in charge there took her name and forgot herself. "

"She's not my magic weapon now, and I can't take advantage of the danger to force her to name it at this time, but I haven't been to the Ghost Killing Squad, so—"

"I can only come back here and wait for you."

Yato looked pitifully at Sakai Usagi's complicated eyes, folded his hands together and bent down before Sakai Usagi was about to beat him violently, yelling please, please, please, please.

"I'm counting on you! You are the only one among all her juniors who hasn't met yet. If it's you, it will be fine!"

so!please!please!

If you are a senior sister, you will definitely agree!

But Yato, who thought that he would be agreed or rejected or beaten violently, did not get any response from the other party after shouting.

He was a little puzzled, and after hesitating and struggling for a long time, he still raised his head.

In the end, he noticed that the pink-haired youth in front of him just lowered his head, and his bangs completely covered Satu's silver eyes that lost their brightness.

Feeling something bad, Yato staggered back a step.

In fact, as a god, he is not very good at empathizing with humans.

What's more, it's still the case that the family members died and didn't leave, but they still lost themselves and might even become monsters.

Yato grabbed the dagger on his back for self-defense, remembering the incident that Bishamonten almost fell from the gods because of the spirit weapon a hundred years ago.

He said it so directly...it won't have the opposite effect and make this person called Sato go berserk...