[Onmyoji] Twenty centimeters meet

The author has something to say: this chapter is not only a side story, but also a supplement to the previous content

For Ashiya Michimitsu, he is lucky but not lucky enough.

Fortunately, he possesses spiritual power and can have a place in this world full of ghosts, but unfortunately, he has no good background, no good opportunities, and even everything he has worked so hard for has been destroyed. Get it clean.

He didn't know who his parents were. After all, as a frail baby who was discarded in the ice and snow at birth, even if he had had parents, it would be better not to have them.My childhood memories are basically parasitic in the narrow alley corners. When it’s cold, I wear a bamboo hat with holes in it. When I’m hungry, I go to fight with other beggars. The winner will have the right to occupy the other’s food. Right - a dirty rice ball is the tastiest dinner they've ever known.

This young but stubborn child has always thought so.

Until one day, a little girl carved in powder and jade came to him-he had never seen such a beautiful girl.

He is already half a teenager, and he has been experiencing growing pains recently. The hunger and cold have brought a serious burden on bone development, but he knows that the most painful thing is not the growing pains, but the pain caused by some strange little ghosts eating him. Pain.Even if ordinary people can't see it with naked eyes, he knows that his body is being swallowed by a group of monsters.

He knew that he was different from ordinary people, because he could see things that many people couldn't see. something with torment.

That girl is really beautiful, with a face carved in pink and jade, clean and transparent eyes, wearing extravagant clothes, and even the small bag used to warm her hands looks exquisite——

This kind of person is not something he can provoke at will.

"Here you are." The girl said two words to him, and then handed over a pack of freshly baked red bean cakes—the aroma of the cakes made his eyes light up.

There is always a long queue for the red bean cake made by the uncle on the street corner. He can always see naughty children pulling the adults to ask them to buy, and then the child holding the red bean cake will smile like a flower bud.

—It smells good.

No, the snatched rice balls must be the best. This weird-looking pastry must just smell pleasant, and it might be as wet and sticky as dirt after eating.

But now it seems that is not the case.

Ashiya Michimitsu snatched the oiled paper bag from the girl's hand. He didn't pay attention to the little girl's exclamation. He used his fastest speed to put the paper bag into the thin skirt of his clothes, and then ran away, disappearing in an instant. .

This little girl looks thin and weak, she can't run faster than me, and she can't beat me, so things won't be taken away, right?

"Miss, it's getting late, please hurry up and go back." Not far away, the old servant driving the carriage said respectfully to the girl who was looking at the entrance of the alley.

Go, go, so I don't have to worry about you robbing me.Ashiya Michiman curled up at the corner with a hot red bean cake in his mouth, hoping that the girl would agree more simply.

"Okay." Thankfully, she said yes.

The sound of the wheels soon faded away, he skillfully waved away the ugly little monster wrapped around him, and took out the bag of red bean cakes from his arms—it was so hot, it made his heart beat wildly .

Looking back now, when he grabbed the paper bag just now, he seemed to have touched something, smooth and warm, slender and long, like... a girl's fingertips.No wonder she still screamed, maybe she was disgusting herself?

With his mouth full of pastries, Ashiya Michi quickly threw away this fleeting thought, and finally came to a conclusion when he was almost choked——

Red bean cake is really the most delicious thing.

The biggest advantage of living at the entrance of the alley is that you can pick up a lot of ears. Boring people gather together to talk about other people’s affairs, as if these conversations are the biggest pillar of their life, and they don’t listen to gossip for a day , I really can't survive.

"I heard that the merchant in the tea utensil business in the south of the city is going to marry his daughter!"

"Isn't the old man the most precious to his daughter? He even threatened to pick a son-in-law!"

At this time in Heian-kyo, many imported goods were continuously transported from the other side of the ocean. Among them, those exquisite bottles and jars were the most sought after. He had heard of the family in the south of the city, and it seemed that the family was very wealthy. , although not considered aristocratic, but at any rate, life is much more refined.

But no matter who married their daughter, it has nothing to do with him.

The chat continued, and Ashiya Domitsu was also forced to listen to the news that the merchant's daughter was extremely beautiful, and she was attracted by a noble young master, so she was determined to marry her back home, but the young master beat the little dude, There are countless wives and concubines in the family, and even one of them accidentally killed a few.

It wasn't until later that Ashiya Michimi found out who the girl was going to marry, but by then it was already too late.

He has become a little apprentice in the Yinyang Liao, and he is no longer that little beggar who doesn't know what food and clothing are. He has clean clothes, and his body is much stronger. At least most people are not as strong as him. He finally knows how to After driving away those troublesome little devils, his flesh and blood have never been eaten again, that kind of unforgettable pain seems to only remain in the distant memory, and he doesn't want to recall those memories again.

——except for a small packet of red bean cake that night.

However, he no longer eats red bean cakes now, and now he can afford red bean cakes, but the red bean cakes he buys are no longer so delicious.

Ashiya Michimitsu made rapid progress, and soon he began to go out alone to eliminate demons, and occasionally accepted some commissions from noble families, until he saw the girl who gave him red bean cakes back then again.

A girl who is already married.

But in a few years, the girl who was so beautiful back then was like a weak flower in the cold wind, before it fully passed the flowering period, someone forcibly broke it off, and then maliciously crushed it with her fingers.

For the first time, he had the idea of ​​longing for power—the power of becoming a powerful man was so great that he had to feel sorry for the girl who had helped him back then.

He couldn't distinguish the complex feelings in his heart, after all, it was not worth mentioning to him.And power is like Pandora's box, once opened, it can never be closed again.At the beginning, Ashiya Domitsu was able to make friends with dignitaries, and the street life gave him tact and sensitivity. As the status of the yin and yang house rose, he could no longer be satisfied with being inferior to others.

At this time, a legendary onmyoji appeared in front of everyone, which also made Ashiya Michimitsu feel threatened.The son of the white fox, Abe Seimei, an onmyoji with strong spiritual power and outstanding talent, with a handsome face and elegant speech, is simply the most popular model of success among nobles.

He couldn't just sit back and watch his position being taken away by this self-assured man.The existence of Bachi Qiong Gouyu reminded him that there is still a shortcut to take - the majestic spiritual power contained in the royal treasure can help him ascend to the sky in one step. In the face of absolutely overwhelming strength, perhaps even the supreme power becomes a vassal .

Forbidden technique is indeed risky, and there is indeed a mistake. Two completely different fates were forcibly screwed together. Fortunately, he finally waited until the moment when the other party reappeared.

It was a tender and beautiful little girl. He had obtained the information a long time ago and knew that he was accidentally snatched by Abe Seimei. When he finally saw her, his first thought was not that he had found it, but suddenly remembered that she had been there for many years. The girl who handed him the pastry, the two of them looked very similar for some reason.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, he has to fight again, after all, he has paid too much, even in the face of the joint attack of powerful monsters, he can't have any intention of shrinking back.Fortunately, the last blow was quite enjoyable, and he lost consciousness before he felt the pain.There is only one sentence left in my mind——

Freed.

The famous onmyoji Ashiya Michimitsu spent his whole life fighting for it, and then let himself step on others to climb up step by step, and now he finally fell from the altar and fell into the mud.

On Huangquan Road, beside the Naihe Bridge, a bowl of Mengpo soup has been filled, waiting for a wandering soul to be ferried.Ashiya Michimi vaguely remembered his name, and vaguely remembered the sufferings of his childhood, but he couldn't remember how he died in the end.Having lost most of his memory, he also lost his hostility. He looked unusually peaceful and calm. The judge stood aside, flipped through the book of life and death and asked, "Your name is Ashiya Doman, do you still remember the crime you committed?"

"What mistake did I make?" Ashiya Michimitsu turned his head slowly, and the heavy iron chain on his wrist jingled for a while.

"It's fine if you don't remember, then let's go, do you have any regrets?" The judge seemed to sigh for a while, and then turned to remind.

"Regret?" Ashiya Michimitsu took a full bowl of soup, his eyes gradually became empty as he watched the phantom scene like smoke and mist inside.

The cold snowy night, the cold food, someone whispering in the ear, and then a soft and gentle voice, and my own thunderous heartbeat, the tip of the nose seems to be able to smell the sweet and glutinous pastry aroma , like a nursery rhyme sung by a loving mother, makes people intoxicated, but in an instant, everything seems to be blown away by the wind, and if you want to find it, you can't find any traces.

"Maybe, I still owe someone a thank you, but why... I don't really remember." Ashiya Michimitsu recalled intermittently, but when he thought about it, he found that it was almost impossible to connect everything into a line. possible things.

—Forget it, I simply don’t want to.

"It shouldn't be too important."