[comprehensive] firefly

Unreasonable, unexpected.

Yingying, who still had a sliver of consciousness, comforted herself vaguely.

Everything around made her pick up the childhood memories buried in the depths, about the water waves, about the bursting of bubbles.

It's the same now, she heard the low whispers of the crowd in her ears, each talking in their own way, rustling like waves washing away, gurgling into clusters of foam.

The body swayed, wandering in a gentle place.

Like the arms of the mother in the legendary book.

Does the end of a person leave in the arms of the mother?

In the distant and childish nursery rhymes, there is such a story that people are born and die in a place called the mother river.

Born from the mother river, it returns to the embrace of the mother river.

Everyone does.

Before her consciousness disappeared, she was not anxious, but thought calmly and peacefully, that's it, I got my own ending.

There's nothing to be reluctant about, is it... right?

silver hour.

[Your name is Ying, Ying of fireflies.A little bug that glows. ] The voice in my mind came from a distance, and the lingering sound gradually disappeared.

No reverberation at all.

[Firefly, I am Firefly. ]

In the government of the time, the staff members are imitating the fate next door to summon heroic spirits.

It's not quite right to say heroic spirits, it's more accurate to collect the souls floating in the universe so that they can come to the world and assist in the completion of the plan to wipe out the retrograde army.

"Can you confirm that the summoning is complete?" He raised his voice and asked.

Although the instrument was activated, nothing was displayed.

Then he turned to the glass wall of his colleagues to see what insights they had.

Seeing the astonished expressions of his colleagues, he suddenly panicked, what's wrong, has something happened?

After turning his head, he finally knew what that amazing thing was.

Pale all over, lifeless pale, can't be compared with snow and plaster, and can't be compared with the color of paper. If you have to say something different, it must be breath, that kind of dead air and silence.

An existence that completely returned from the underworld.

It is indescribable with worldly colors.

It has this hue all over it, pale face, eyelashes, eyes, and lips, and... pale samurai uniform?

Will this show up too?Samurai uniforms without colors?

Is this what it looks like after death?

Can you communicate?

Akabane Tomoo was a little uneasy, and said cautiously, "Hi, may I communicate with you?"

no respond.

He switched to several other languages.

Still no response.

However, as an elite in current affairs, Tomoo Akabane still has some thinking ability, so he can't respond, or doesn't want to respond?

If we subdivide it further, there are still a lot of branches and leaves to be discussed, so I won’t talk about it if I press it.

After working hard, they finally awakened the visitor from the underworld.

And she, yes she, a female.

After communicating with her, I found that she is not only pure white on the outside, but also empty like snow on the inside.

It would be too disrespectful to call him an idiot, and it would be too broad to use his brain empty.

If you describe it carefully and vividly, using the analogy of a baby, it is even more innocent and ignorant than a newborn baby.

At least the baby will cry, but what will she?

The colleague pushed the statue of ignorance and ignorance to the laboratory, and discussed with Tomoo Akabane beside him, "This experiment is only half successful."

He joked, "We have successfully summoned the soul, and we are almost a god judge."

I have already started a business, and the difference from Jack Ma is that I make money.

Just sauce.

But it's not enough to say how discouraged, after all, Rome wasn't built in a day, and Heroic Spirits couldn't be summoned just by praying.

All need to work hard, waiting for a chance to be mysterious.

After gaining experience with the fate group next door again, they finally awakened the consciousness in their bodies.

She opened her eyes, silent as before.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

She nodded.

"Can you tell us about yourself?"

"Firefly, I am Firefly"

"from where?"

Shaking his head.

"What about experience?"

Shaking his head.

Straightening up, Akabane Tomoo said, "I forgot everything except the name."

"However, such a person can successfully become a god judge."

Indeed, there will not be too many distractions and longings, and there will be no branches and leaves that block the pace because of desire.

However, Chifu Akabane looked at the white statue in front of him with a sigh, and his heart was still filled with some hidden worries.

This summoned visitor from the underworld made him uncomfortable.

It was my human xenophobia at work.

Or the uncanny valley effect.

He unconsciously twirled his fingertips, that person always made his hands and feet feel cold.

The rest of the work has to be handled by other departments, Zhifu invited his companions to drink after get off work.

Naturally, things about work should be kept secret, but since they are in the same department, connecting messages between colleagues is called coordination and cooperation.

After two glasses of sake, Tomoo Akabane asked himself a question.

The colleague took a sip of his drink.

"I heard it was gossip."

"Although when the department was founded, it was said to search for the famous heroic spirits in the world, and summon them with the belief and fetters of the world."

"But in fact."

The colleague swallowed another glass.

"It is to study the source universe. At first, I summoned Touken Fusangshin, and I vaguely touched a little boundary.

Is there only one of our worlds?

If there are others, how do they coexist with us?

The coming and going of the soul, this little bit, promotes the exploration of the source world. "

Although he heard the gossip from his colleagues, Zhifu still asked suspiciously.

But the test object is there, and it won't run away.

So be it for now.

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