To the eternal you

On Ganjin Island, the night is getting darker.

But there are still an endless stream of people coming by boat or boat, and the vendors are setting up the stalls arranged by the Shenli family. There are all kinds of delicious snacks, enduring games, and traditional items with Inazuma’s characteristics.

But everything today has to temporarily make concessions to the "Kagura" dedicated to the gods.

At the top of Ganjin Island, there are one torii gate after another, and a branching cherry tree.

High altars have been set up all around, where Suzuki knelt silently.

The dignified and solemn priestess costume, the eye cloth that covers the face, the soft frost hair is tied up, resting on the butterfly-shaped long hair on the temples, the blue fan like a cold spring is placed on the thigh, and the traditional long skirt The scarlet hakama is bright orange, wrapping around the girl's exquisite feet.

Her back was straight and straight without any slack. She was as noble as an egret, with a cool and ethereal demeanor.

With her eyes closed, her mind was clear, and she even seemed to return to the scene in her memory.

"Suzuru, what is Kagura?"

The face is sick, but it can't hide the beauty of beauty, the eyes are cloudy but there is still a gleam of light, the gray-haired woman is wearing a hospital gown, sitting on the bed and asking softly.

Her long hair was originally as beautiful and flawless as frost and snow, but after giving birth to Suzuki, she gradually suffered from an incurable disease.

"It is a kind of séance ceremony performed by Daozuma to pray for the blessings of the gods and to ward off disasters. In form, it is a song and dance performance dedicated to the gods, and I was born for it."

The petite girl with vacant eyes replied with a straight look and immature face without any expression.

"That's right, ahem... Suzuki, Kagura is a dance dedicated to gods by humans."

The gray-haired gentle woman covered her mouth and coughed. She was running out of time, but she still had something very important to tell Lingluo.

"I know, Suzukara must be annoying. But... sorry, mom can't change this situation."

Her eyelids were drooping, her sickly skin had a strange blush, and her gray-blue eyes reflected her daughter who was sitting upright like a little adult.

"Whether you hate it or like it, regardless of your personal will or not, the Tsubaki Kagura of the Kamisato family must...be passed on."

"In the Kagura that keeps dancing and falling, I dedicate everything I have, so that Lord Narugami can focus on me."

The slightly sad festival music was played, ethereal and crisp, and the strings were bouncing.

Ling Lai hummed softly, turned from kneeling to standing up, and picked up the Chinese fan with toon pattern that was gradually stained with frosty color in her hand, the faint blue and cold ice combined.

She waved the flower fan in her hand nimbly and freely, bursts of shattered ice and frost particles seemed to float out with the movement, she danced lightly, every step and every fall was awe-inspiring and elegant, the dancer's ice-blue eyes moved with the fan feathers, falling Sakura dances with her.

The hand that is not holding the fan is weak and boneless, and it is raised slightly, and the slender toes under the skirt move slightly in the same way.

The youth that twirled the moon gave Kagura, who seemed momentary compared to a girl's life, a hazy glow.

Ruyu's plain hands lingered gracefully, her skirts fluttered, and her spring eyes, which implied admiration, narrated her thoughts at the moment, and then swayed the moonlight and admiration with the help of the flower fan, her arms were awe-inspiring but not bent, and she only relied on her wrist to hold the flower. The fan is lowered slowly.

The fan faces down, soft and clear, as if the bright moon has been lifted out of the water and rises again. Holding the slender waist with one hand, it turns slowly, swaying petals like a camellia flower, like the youth of love, the soft yarn of the moon.

A bright moon, a quiet peak, and an altar where only one person dances alone.

Kagura is almost over, is the god in my mind looking at me?

Don't know, don't smell, don't ask.

The dance of Kagura cannot be stopped, just like the toon flower, if the toon falls, it also means a click, and the spring is turbulent, heroic and sad.

Ling Lai slowly lowered the flower fan like a waterfall of moonlight, and as the plain hand lifted it up, the frost grains on the ground had already turned into flowing water, shaped like ice flowers, changing from invisible to tangible, as if blooming in the sky, one by one The toon of ice flutters.

The toon flower has not yet fallen, but the dancing girl gently took off her blindfold and was about to look around, but the first time she opened her cold spring-like clear and ice-blue eyes, she saw the cherry-like girl .

When was it standing there?

Just like how we met when we met for the second time.

And maybe, seeing the Kagura that the girl named Suzuki devoted herself to with all her heart...

Soft applause like a quarrel between lovers.

"Suzuki's Kagura, I will remember it forever."

Qi's voice is gentle and serious.

As for Linglu, she just lightly tapped her slender toes, like an egret returning to the garden, she landed in front of the girl, blowing up the frosty blue wind under the cherry moon night.

"Then... do you have a little... a reason to like Suzuki?"

The words of admiration were tentative with the girl's little shyness.

"Well, I like Suzukara a little bit."

Qi smiled frankly and gently, rubbing her head lightly.

If anyone was here, watching that girl's Kagura doing her best, she would definitely be moved.

It was the reflection of the moon reflected in the water, and in her awe-inspiring yet soft dancing posture, it formed a frosty moon carved like unmelted ice.

Beautiful, people can't stop liking it.

Hua Sanli was also watching not far away.

Even, in the field of vision that others cannot see, she can see a little bit of warm light, which is slowly transmitted along the root of Shenying to the direction of Narugami Taisha.

The converging prayers and blessings are a majestic force. After being merged into the inert roots, it injects new power into the sleeping fox tree.

The next Kamizakura Great Exorcism will surely end very smoothly.

But... why can't I stop wanting to cry?

When looking at the moon, the dance of the ghost girl seems to overlap with this girl.

"...Infatuated ghost, are you dancing again under the moonlight night?"

In this land of rice wives, the wind that is changing all the time blows to everything.

Yalong Island is located on the highest peak.

There was a deformed figure, she was wearing a torn kimono, and the torn Bazhiwen was incomplete like a moon, leaving only empty sleeves swaying in the wind.

The cursed distorted face and blood-colored eyes seemed to be relieved, with a trace of serenity.

She moved her half-limped legs, twisted her body slowly, her stiff and rigid movements were no longer half graceful, her skinny body was covered by messy black hair like seaweed, she danced ferociously, uglyly, and... ..provoking ridicule.

He was holding a broken wild sword in his hand, the broken blade was still charred by the lightning passing through it, and the blade disappeared without a trace.

The ghost claw holding the knife was cut with blood, but she didn't care, she just wanted to follow the peace of mind at this moment.

Although, like a fish landing on the shore, staring at the sky that does not belong to it.

Her hoarse and sharp voice hummed an indistinguishable ballad. She jumped up and down again, slashing through everything exposed on the ground with the sword.

It was the dance of a monster, her dappled shadow ghostly in the moonlight, and the crystallized horns on her brow glinting dimly.

Gradually, a ghost girl who was once unparalleled in the past jumped out, and every dance posture attracted the demon god to stop like a celestial being.

Suddenly, the clouds covered the brilliance of the moon, knocking the monster back to its original form.

"Ra...id...en...Aaaaaa..."

She wailed, like a mournful beast howling in desolation, her scarlet eyes shed dark tears, her cloudy eyes became more and more chaotic, and her sharp claws scratched her ugly and ferocious face.

While weeping, he fled back to the quiet and dark forest in embarrassment.

Hiding in a cave that no one knows about, splashing dirty water that has been cleaned several times in front of the face, the blood flows down and connects with the saliva.

In the crazy beating, she finally stopped slowly, curled up, like a wild beast, covering her head and soft abdomen, lying down in this filth and falling asleep.

PS: There is one more update.