It was the fourth night after leaving Shizuno Mansion that a row reached the sea of trees in Aokigahara.
Night amplifies the power of the resentful spirits, but that's the same thing with witchcraft, and most importantly, it is easy to capture the demons of the transmissive guard stuffiness in a tree sea with a strong spiritual magnetic field, as it is presumed that the activities of the transmissive guard stuffiness will be intense.
"Ha. Whatever. This is easy to understand"
I stare in the direction of one point where the Dark Sai is and say: It's not just Kurosai. The other four have felt it and are making themselves stronger. Even tiredness was enough to forbid war.
A giant pillar of resentment that rises to the sky. They're blocked by trees, so they're not actually visible. Everyone feels it with their senses. An enormous amount of resentment unleashed by rituals carried out continuously. You can't possibly not know what that means.
The source of the resentment would be the spirit of an army slain in the original castle. Alternatively, those who died yesterday of disaster and famine may also be included.
"The Grievance Spirit is not used solely for the manufacture of propaganda boredom, but as a catalyst for rituals, or..."
Kajiro squeaks more than walks beside Kurosai.
"I would rather be spending more on you there. If you think realistically, you're talking too much about producing 10,000 units of demons. Was it such a way of being used, as the dukes of Tumen and Shizuno said?"
Kurosai puffs his head.
"Is the only thing performing the ritual is the transmission boredom? Is it possible that there is a man's sorcerer under his command?"
And, Kajiro.
"Hmm. Something like nothing. It is possible that there is a controlling role in the field. but the propaganda stuffiness seals a man's spirit in the first place, so if intelligence is both people-like, then so is the need."
Kurosai analyzes.
"Too bad. If the sorcerer is in control, I thought it would be easier to slap the sorcerer."
Kajiro looks around. The hazed cats, who were not in the usual sight, but accompanied them in such a way as to take up the five, appeared at the same time in response to the signal of Shiro Kagawa.
"Ugh, cats are filling up."
Shine your eyes, Chiyo. I smile at one of them and stand up bitterly because I let them come and invite me, but I don't react at all.
"At that time... that's a lot more accurate than the haunted cat you used... It is something that has often stretched the art of demon making over a short period of time…"
Tired walking at the rear of the line said as he looked over at the two strands of cats surrounding him.
"I regret the defeat of Shizuno, I was desperate."
Looking back at the tired, Kashiro smiled. I was glad to be praised by so many opponents who defeated that self.
"Did you come this far with your cat's feet about us? No, more than that. I've never felt any demon before."
Ayane asks in a tone of surprise.
"These guys are really good at the art of getting rid of demons. It was they who followed Shizuno to find out where he lived. Endurance, too, where the rotten cat who reincarnated into the demon died."
Kashishiro proudly talks with Ayane turned to her.
"Let them scold us, and we shall all wait here for a while."
"Right. Then relax."
Kurosai sits down on the ground and sits down. Chiyo imitated him and let him sit down and sit down in the same way next to Dark Sai. The two lined up face each other. Kurosai opens his mouth wide to the side and makes him look at his teeth and laugh. Chiyo, who sees it, also imitates Kurosai and smiles back with a slight look of teeth at him.
"Does what the demonic cat saw also look like the Grass Dew Hall?
"Uhm. That's mostly what a user demon is. If you're an awkward cat, for more than one, you're dizzy."
Kashiro was smiling and answering Ayane asking, but suddenly the grin disappeared.
"This is..."
"What did you see?
Kurosai asks towards Kanshiro, who became a tenacious expression and slightly became angry with his eyes.
"Go and you'll see. The number of transmission stuffs is not as high. Like Nine Bodies Just by Visibility."
"Hmm, more than one person or something. Who will take on the triplets?
A dark sai with an invincible grin and a glimpse of tiredness.
"No hehe. After all, the strongest person should take it on ~. That's why Chiyo takes care of three bodies."
"Your lord doesn't put it in his account. I don't know how to calculate it."
"Chi."
Smiled by Dark Sai, Chiyo puffs his cheeks in dissatisfaction. The three bodies are overstated, and I'm not going to put them into account as a force of war, but if Chiyo can use his native abilities in the form of attacks, I think he might as well be put to rest.
"Whoever you are here... if you care about it, you can do it up to three. All four of them will make it harder..."
"I don't know who's the equivalent of that, but it's gorgeous. Whether you're awkward or not."
I was a joke Kashiro, but I admit myself that even if I calmly analyzed it, I was right.
"Come on, let's go. Let's go."
"Whoa, whoa. of going."
Kurosai rises and precedes him. Chiyo, who imitated and stood up next to it, was walking side by side, but his hand was pulled back from behind by Ayane.
"Stay back, Chiyo, it's dangerous."
"Hoi."
Honestly follow the words of Ayanomoto, Chiyo down to the front of Ayanomoto at the rear.
"Ayane has two Chiyo amulets, me and three star charcoal lords... The Grass Dew lord is in charge of two, while alerting the two strands to the emergence of ambushes..."
"I understand."
"Me and Shizuno are the main forces? Come on, let's get a little nervous."
Hanshiro nods at the tired instructions, and Kurosai stretches with a grumpy look.
A line walks away in a direction where demons and resentments drift colorfully.
"Four bodies, you'll notice this way."
Kajiro tells.
"Aren't you going to sum it up? It's a foolish trick."
A dark sai that sets up a scepter.
Eventually, three black monsters show up before a line. Each has its own physique and partially individual differences, but all tails pointy as the horns and tips of the goats are common. Only the one with more bat feathers than the back.
"This is... transmission boredom"
"The hell looks like it's coming around from behind"
Kashishiro draws attention to Ayane, who groans like a roar.
"I see, indeed... the resentment of Chechydan, who lost his life in the turmoil in Shimahara, seems to be being nuked..."
As I originally knew, Tired recognized it again.
The first thing I set up was a propaganda stuffy sneaking around the woods from behind. It also jumped from the universe with Ayane and Chiyo.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
When the Ayanomoto casts a short spell, countless tiny flashes of light in the form of a three-day moon appear to cover the surroundings of Ayanomoto and Chiyo.
The light strikes at the same time as the guard in the air is stuffy. The propaganda stuffy, pierced by the raging light and occasionally filled with holes all over his body, fell straight to the ground, tingling and cramping as he bled from all over his body.
One forward guard stuffy sprays something like white smoke out of his mouth. The white smoke was not rising straight up, but stretching straight to the Dark Sai in the lead.
"Hmm. The technique of spiritual soul entanglement is the genius of a pig in a demon's minute"
Dark Sai snorts. It is a form of foreign law in which the other soul is intertwined with its own soul and sealed within itself. If it is a sorcerer cooked to the art of spiritual manipulation who opposes it, it is the sword of the blades that endangers even his own soul, but otherwise it is a rather powerful technique.
He turned himself away from the direct blow of the white smoke of his soul and began to cast a spell as he did not deal with it, but suddenly and vividly a green flame erupted above the ground with tremendous momentum, wrapping white smoke.
In a flame of purification generated by the art of tiredness, in an instant the soul is released from the art and resentment and ascends to heaven. The propaganda stuffiness using the technique slowly collapsed.
"A petty imitation...... was it?
"Oh, it must be the right material."
Answering the tired words with a smile, Kurosai jumps himself into the other propaganda boredom. Kashiro also pulled the knife, which follows.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
but in front of the confronted propaganda boredom, Kashishiro's movements stopped. Words leaked out of the mouth of the propaganda stuffy coming at me. Because I understand what that means.
"The awkward are immature..."
Angry and biting at both the person who wanted to use the foreign method and hesitant himself, Kashishiro puts himself alive in a stiff self and puts a knife in the center of the transmission stuffy chest. It exhales blood and collapses in despair. Physical strength does not seem to be much different from human strength.
"See you over there. If you're not there yet, I'll send your mother right away."
When told with a face where anger and mercy lived together, Kashishiro worships with one hand in front of the wreckage of the transmission guard boredom.
Kurosai was also settling in an instant. At the same time as jumping and squeezing the rolling kick of the propaganda stuffiness, the scepter, powered in advance by the technique, swings down to the head. Then the purple electricity was emitted from the place where it was struck, running through the whole body of the transmission stuffiness, and when I wondered if I had trembled my whole body violently, I eventually slowly fell on the spot and cramped.
Tired was impressed when he saw the battle between them. Many sorcerers rely on art to neglect martial arts, but only these two don't have it. Assuming fighting itself, both witchcraft martial arts are worked out.
"It's no big deal if you fight individually, but you move fast, and most importantly, you use technique. If there were more than two of them, it would be forbidden."
Kashiro told him, but Kurosai was chanting his sutra with a strange look toward the body of the transmission guard stuffy, without responding. Kashiro also learns from it, and once again meditates with his hands and worships again. Ayane and Chiyo had also joined hands after learning from the two of them, but only tiredness had moved on without eyes.
There were five guard stuffs ahead of the exhaustion. From its center, which is sitting horseshit in a wheeled fashion and performing rituals in a heartless manner, the pillars of resentment extend into the sky.
Tired guessed that he should be pretty close but not responding at all, whether it's because he's not just focused on his spirit, he's tied up just for the ritual. The four earlier ones would be like escorts and caregivers. In other words, it is easy to kill without the need for battle.
Tired of slashing and discarding the irresistible guard stuffs from behind one by one with a black blade. Whenever I kill one, the grievance pillar shakes and becomes unstable.
The moment the last one was killed, it was no longer possible to retain its shape as a pillar, and the resentful spirits that were stretching out to heaven descended and poured down at once. It's tiring to be directly beneath it.
"Shizuno Hall!
Kanshiro, who arrives late at the ceremonial venue, speaks out unexpectedly. An unusual number of grudges. I'm sorry if I'm safe with that, even if I'm the owner of a lot of mental power.
But the same green flame sprays up earlier than at the foot of tiredness, completely enveloping the tiredness itself, and even stretching toward the sky, burning and purifying the downpouring spirit of resentment with tremendous momentum.
"Ooh..."
"Wow."
Dark Says and Chiyo exclaimed at the sight of an uninterrupted number of grudging spirits unfolding in front of them, burned by green flames and purified one after another, forming Buddha and ascending to heaven.
(I heard Shizuno's technique is unlimited and invincible against manipulative psychics and can be almost powerless, but so much so)
It was a famous story among sorcerer spellmen, but Dark Sai even remembered to tremble in the actual sight of its power.
"But fewer than I thought...... it did unleash a strong force, but this alone is a disaster that extends to a natural mutation, causing it"
Kurosai analyzes.
"Yep. Probably not just here...... The demons… supposedly continue to perpetuate their mysteries and call for calamity throughout Japan, feeding on the spirits of resentment that died in the turmoil of Shimahara…"
"Is this just one of those places? This is another annoying story."
"No matter how many ritual places you go around... pinpointing and crushing, the devil will be mass-produced one after the other, and depending on the life of the right-guard works, you will continue your annoying rituals elsewhere..."
I was tired of saying so in my mouth, but I don't think it would be a bad measure to crush the ceremonial venue around first. Regardless of mass production of propaganda boredom, the number of grudges used in rituals, albeit enormous, is finite.
"Is it better to turn down the original first?"
And, Kajiro.
"Are you beating up Matsuhei Mansion? It's not calm."
Kurosai said, but I waved tired.
"Go meet him from the front... the right guard will respond. That one must want it...... With us... no, fight me..."
"I see. You mean you want a face-off versus a mentor, and you want to go beyond the mentor? I nominated the Lord by his name, and I'm sorry, but it's not a sight to behold."
Dark Sai's speculation was a mistake, but tiredness did not speak. The truth, to which the right guard obsesses tirelessly, is because it is also a disgusting substitute to speak of.