365 days of playing the knife

Hotaru is worthy of being the man (boy?) who is called the big devil of the practice field.

Although the speed may not be fast enough to retreat faster than the five tigers, but at present, compared with these humans, it is enough.

And I don't know why, Hotaru felt that he played very smoothly, almost a child with a knife, obviously-this group of people doesn't look weak...

The silver-haired boy tilted his head, somewhat confused.

And this group of people probably also learned about Hotaru's force value through this. The enemies who originally regarded him as prey, after noticing that Hotaru did not kill him, all chose to run away.Only a few were left and hid in the dark, as if they wanted to grab the weapon in his hand while Hotaru relaxed his vigilance.

After noticing that no one was paying attention to him, Hotaru didn't care, just frowned slightly and looked at the garbage heap on which the soles of his shoes were stepping on.

"It's so dirty..." Muttering to himself, Hotaru began to ask a certain fox who had been silent after changing the world, 'Where is this? '

'...'

Foxnosuke, who had always been bluffing in his mind, was silent for a while, and then screamed in a crying voice, "Master God Judge!"We sent you to the wrong place! '

Hotaru, who originally wanted to step out to find the way, stopped, and gave a light snort curiously.

"Come to the wrong place..." Hotaru said, then nodded in understanding.

He just said, how could Foxosuke be so unreliable.Although there is no cleanliness, sending him to a garbage dump is too much!

There is nothing but rubbish in the eyes, and there is something strange and indescribable in the air.Although there is nothing wrong with his current body, but just being garbage already makes him very uncomfortable.

After understanding this, Hotaru simply stopped asking.His current way of thinking is quite simple. Anyway, no matter where it is, as long as he walks straight forward, he can always get out, right?

If someone came to beat him, he would fight back; if no one beat him, he would hurry.

Hotaru spent a week in this way, and finally figured out where this place is.

This is a place called "Meteor Street", specifically... probably a garbage dump, right?And after these few days, he also understood one thing, the law of the jungle is followed here.

As long as you are strong enough, you can do whatever you want.

However, because of the garbage dump, Hotaru couldn't find the marked building, so he didn't know whether he was circling around this place or had changed directions.

However, judging from the fact that he has basically seen no signs of familiar people, he should have left the original position.

And this week, Hotaru also began to learn how to use his spiritual power, such as using spiritual power to take a bath for himself (spiritual power flushing the blade) - and so on.

Hotaru didn't want to find food from the trash, and he didn't want to smell bad all day long.So the facts are pressing. People who have never worried about such things are forced to develop these useless skills.

But these don't matter, there is just one thing that makes Hotaru care a little bit.Although he knew that "Hodarimaru" was very powerful, but it seemed a bit too much to be so big, right?

Hotaru looked at the container that he chopped in half with a single knife after subconsciously fighting back because he was attacked.

To focus, Hotaru's blade did not touch any part of the container.

——It's just the impact of the aftermath of the sword, without any spiritual power.

Clenching his fist, Hotaru intentionally or unintentionally ignored the person who attacked him.Momo felt in his heart that his current strength might be much stronger than any previous world.

"Hmm, where should I go next?" Hotaru's green pupils were dazed, and then Hotaru didn't even think about it, and chose a direction casually and directly.

He didn't know what his behavior since he came to Meteor Street, how he was demonized among the "ordinary people" on Meteor Street.

In the eyes of some people with "special abilities", the heavy light on his body is like a searchlight at night, making them deeply doubt whether this little ghost who looks only in his teens is some old monster who specially pretends to be tender.

——In order not to be suffocated by the smell and not to be stained with dirty things, Hotaru can be said to be evenly covered with spiritual energy anytime, anywhere.And that's what gave those people the wrong message.

Although he hadn't eaten for a week, unexpectedly, Hotaru didn't feel much pain, and he even had a premonition that it didn't matter if he didn't sleep now.

Is it the world's problem, or his own?

Aware of this, Hotaru went to ask Foxanosuke, and the answer he got was...

'Master God Judge, in fact, you are already very strong. '

'If you grow up step by step, your strength may not be inferior to any master in current affairs. '

'It's just that you are now...appearing in various worlds in this form.And in those worlds, you will be somewhat rejected—and suppressed. '

'certainly!Because of the protection set by political affairs, at most you just can't show your full strength! '

'And in the beginning, the protection of the system is the easiest, so you may not realize it.But now—this world is not particularly exclusive to outsiders! '

'So now you can exert [-]% or even [-]% of the power of His Highness Hotaru and yourself! '

'And these are the accumulation of how long you have been suppressed! '

'As for rest and food, you, whose body is a sword, don't need it in the first place! '

Hearing these words, Hotaru agreed to Honosuke in his heart, and unilaterally cut off the dialogue with the other party.He looked at his clean palms and was silent for a while.

"Well, the most important thing now..." Hotaru shook her head, "Leave here first!"

His week was not wasted—!No matter where it is or how to get out, he has already inquired about it!

Still the same sentence, strong enough, just hit it!

But before that...

"Have I...been here?"

Looking at the familiar container that was divided into two halves by him, Hotaru sighed, feeling that the road he wanted to leave was extremely difficult.

However, there is no Internet in Meteor Street, and Fox Nosuke has no way to help, so he can only rely on himself.

"I seem to have walked this way just now... Let's try this way this time!" Hotaru said, and 10 minutes later, he came to this position again.

After a moment of silence, Hotaru changed the direction quite confidently, "...well, go this way this time!"

The interior of Meteor Street is particularly dim, as if there is no distinction between morning, noon and night, so Hotaru's vision is not too far away.

But this is not the reason for him to go around in circles—or, because there was no marker as big as this container before, there is no way for Hotaru to determine whether he is going around in circles.

Hotaru stared at the container for a long time, and finally decided to go one last time. If it fails again, rest here today and continue tomorrow.

Stepping on the pile of metal, plastic, waste products, stinking rotting garbage, Hotaru felt that his state of mind had become Buddha in this week.

It is the mentality that seems to be able to pull Guoxing Guojun to the side of His Royal Highness Zhuwan, and recite Buddhist scriptures for several years.

And because his features are so recognizable, Hotaru feels that many people should know him by now.

As for the direction of becoming famous... it should not be good.

During this period of time, he has understood that here, any kindness is unnecessary.

In the eyes of this group of Meteor Street people, he is probably an outlier.

An alien with powerful strength but insisting on the stupid idea of ​​not killing people.

Sooner or later he was going to die in this ridiculous belief of his own - or something.

But these things have nothing to do with Hotaru itself.Even if his strength is the same as the previous few worlds, and has not been strengthened (or recovered), he still has the confidence to leave here intact.

What's more, he also has a hole card named Fox.He can leave this world at any time without any hypocrisy.

"Hey, this time, you didn't go wrong, right?" On Yingwan's face was a clean smile of a child.He has been walking for half an hour this time, but he hasn't seen any familiar things.

It's just that in exchange for not going around again, Hotaru first noticed a strange man walking towards him.

Maybe he can't be called a man, although he has a decadent aura, but judging by his face... maybe he's only in his teens... right?

The other party had black half-length short hair, and was wearing a worn-out simple gray-and-white kimono—the kind of clothing that was casually made out of a piece of cloth.

Hotaru heard the other party asking him, "You guy, you are the one who is quite famous in this area recently... that... uh..."

"Forget it, no one can imitate your attire." The other party seemed to be unable to remember the address, scratched his head and passed it casually, "I heard that you are very strong?"

"Huh?" Hotaru tilted her head, as if she didn't react.

And in the same way, without Hotaru's answer, the person on the opposite side gave himself an explanation, "If you are not strong, you can't clean yourself up like this, right? So it should be strong."

The boy in the kimono pulled out a not-so-good samurai sword from his waist, which didn't even have a scabbard, and pointed the tip at Hotaru.The originally lazy and decadent aura dissipated, and a murderous aura filled Hotaru's body.

"Let's have a fight!"

"Hmm?" There was no change on Yingwan's face, although the murderous aura he felt this time was much stronger than those before, the icy cold feeling put people on the edge of a sword.

But, Hotaru didn't feel any discomfort, on the contrary, he showed a little smile with interest, and nodded happily, "Okay!"

"But you guys don't have any manners at all." Hotaru has always been the one to take the initiative to attack, no matter whether he is in the battle or rehearsing, he is a person who is used to grabbing reputation.

So at this moment too, Yingwan's calf exerted a little force, and rushed directly in front of the kimono boy in an instant, drawing a knife and attacking him.

The boy in kimono was not slow to resist, and there was a piercing sound when the cold weapon was handed over, and Hotaru's next sentence came at the right time, "Isn't it natural to say your name before the battle?"

"That's the rule for people outside you, right?" The boy in kimono snorted, and then switched his movements from defense to offense, making Hotaru subconsciously take two steps back.

And when Hotaru retreated, a kind of aura invisible to the naked eye caused the garbage in the semicircle around Hotaru to rise back at the same time as if it had been swept away.

"Why should I abide by it?" The second sentence of the other party's laziness followed.

Hotaru didn't care whether the other party would introduce himself or not, he just scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, and the green pupils of the hotaru immediately lit up a little, and asked curiously, "Did you use some special ability just now?" ah?"

"Huh?" The boy in kimono raised his eyebrows, but responded with an attack instead of saying a word.So next, Hotaru, who resisted the attack, immediately felt it, this time it was much heavier than the initial blow.

"It's so interesting, I'm so excited!" Hotaru's eyes lit up after receiving this cryptic answer.He doesn't hate this kind of battle, and he likes it very much.

After all, as a sword, "Hotakamaru" was born for fighting, right?

The boy in kimono didn't hold back his hands, and this time Hotaru also didn't hold back his hands, it was completely the style of life and death.

For Hotaru, although a week has passed, in fact, because everyone else is too weak, he has not fully adapted to the way of using the Otachi-especially, his current height problem.

And now the battle with this guy is perfect for Hotaru to familiarize himself with the current battle through actual combat.It seems that the kimono boy rarely encounters this kind of people who can fight with him and who look younger than him.

It can be said that the more they fought, the more they hit each other. In the end, after Hotaru cut off the not-so-good warrior/sword/sword with the last blow, the outcome was also decided.

Having lost his weapon, the boy in kimono did not appear weak.After all, what the people of Meteor Street lack most is the means to survive. It's just losing their weapons, not their lives.

"You're not bad." The boy in kimono picked up the half of the samurai/sword/knife, with a certain appreciation in his tone.

"Hey, you too." Hotaru narrowed his eyes slightly in satisfaction, he bent down and poked another piece of samurai/sword that fell in front of him.As a result, the blade immediately shattered into pieces at his fingertips, in stark contrast to the half in the kimono boy's hand.

"Huh?" At this moment, both of them had more or less certain wounds, but none of them were fatal, so it was not important to them.

There was still blood on Hotaru's face and body, and his ignorant expression coupled with the blood stains at the moment made him look like an innocent child who accidentally fell into a dirty quagmire.He looked blankly at the debris that fell on the ground, and subconsciously looked up at the other person present.

——Because the battle between the two destroyed a little bit more things, except for the peeping in the dark, at least on the surface, there is no other person.

"...You really don't understand at all?" The boy in kimono was obviously a little surprised, he returned to his lazy look at the beginning, and muttered with his dead fish eyes, "I thought you were kidding me Woolen cloth."

"So...?" Hotaru asked, his hat had fallen to the other side at some point, his short silver-gray hair with slightly curled corners, and his simple and clear firefly green eyes made him look even younger .

But the boy in kimono obviously didn't appreciate it, so he replied casually, "You will know when you focus the "nen" on your eyes. "

"read"?This is the second time he has heard this term.

"What is that?" Asked without understanding, Hotaru spoke again with this mentality.

"Ah...you are really weird." The boy in kimono muttered without getting impatient, and continued to reply, "I don't know what it is, anyway, it's a kind of power."

"Is that so?" Hotaru seemed to understand a little bit, he switched the direction of spiritual power to the front of his eyes.Suddenly, different scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

It's like looking at people with that kind of heat induction, it's a completely different feeling.The originally lazy boy in kimono no longer looks like that, but a thin but solid purple light covers his whole body, including the half of the samurai/soldier/ knife.

"Is this the ability you used just now?" Hotaru felt very interesting about this new perspective.

"Yes." The boy in kimono retracted half of the knife to his waist. After all, it is not easy to find a suitable weapon, so it should not be wasted.

At this time, Hotaru also picked up his own hat. He disliked his own hat a bit, so he just held it in his arms and didn't put it on.

Looking at the boy in kimono who wanted to leave after the fight, Hotaru decisively followed behind him, a little distance away.

But even so, the boy in kimono was not used to this feeling, he turned sideways and asked Hotaru what he was doing.

To this question, Hotaru thought for a while and replied, "I seem to have lost my way for several days."

"Is that why you have been staying here?" The boy in kimono seemed to have heard some joke, because for Meteor Street people who were born here, it is natural to know the way here. ——Even though the place is almost different every day because of the garbage, they can always tell the direction clearly.

"So I really haven't gone out?" Hotaru drew this conclusion from the other party's words, and the whole person's aura became a little bit depressed.

Facing the other party's reaction, the boy in kimono didn't dwell on the topic, and acquiesced to Hotaru following him.After all, it is rare for someone to be able to match him like this and still agree with his appetite.

"Does the rule you just said count?"

"What?...Ah, you mean the name?"

"I can't keep calling you hello, can I?"

"Hey...my name is Hotaru, and I'm Hotaru from Aso Shrine! How about you?"

"What is a shrine..." The decadent black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders and continued walking slowly.His body seems to be full of loopholes, but every step he takes is a posture that can be switched to an attacking state at any time.

With his lazy and casual voice, the boy in kimono glanced at Hotaru and introduced himself, "I am Nobunaga."

The author has something to say: spiritual power is roughly equal to life energy, but not equal to mind power.

Hotaru can use spiritual power as telekinetic ability, but it is not real telekinetic ability. (a bit around)