Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

It is also the job of Shikigami to welcome the returning master.

"I'm back, Lan."

Speaking fluttering words, Zi lazily lay down on the small table on the tatami, enjoying the snacks prepared by Shishenlan, and asked casually:

"What happened to the investigation last time?"

"Is it about the Red Devil Hall? It's already confirmed."

Unlike Zi who is lazy, Lan always maintains a respectful posture all the time.

"Remilia's weapon, Gungnir, has indeed lost contact with her, and the Gungnir that appeared in the outside world can be determined to be Remilia's'lost'."

"is it?"

Zixiang nodded indifferently, and then picked up a delicate snack, but at this time she noticed that Shikigami's hesitation stopped, so she put it down again.

"What's wrong, Lan?"

Shijin, who was questioned by the master, hesitated for a while before trying to ask:

"...Master Zi, is there really no problem with this matter?"

"Hasn't the vampire been retired?"

"No, Master Zi, I'm referring to Wu Yejun."

Hearing this, Zi's eyes flickered slightly, and Lan continued:

"Although the former Takeya-kun can enter Gensokyo at will without regard to the barrier, but really seriously, this is not a big deal, but this time..."

Lan Yu frowned delicately.

"Why does that sharp gun appear in the outside world?"

"Haha, this, isn't it simple? Because this is Gungnir's ability."

"……I do not understand."

"'If you throw it, you will hit the target.' The vampire just threw Gangnir out, and then Gunnir completed his task, that's all."

Seeing her puzzled look, Zi bends the corner of her eyes:

"In short, the vampire's attack hit the'real Takeya', that's all."

"'The real Takeya'? Could it be that the body of Takeya-kun in the outside world was determined by Gangnir as the'target' at that time?"

Lan was surprised at this conclusion, and then immediately questioned:

"But, if this is the case, shouldn't Wu Yejun be killed by a sharp gun directly? Why is he still alive?"

"The realm of illusion and reality."

Zi smiled faintly:

"Blue, even if it's you, can you be sure when Wu was'real'? He in Gensokyo? He outside? He who was attacked? He who woke up? He who was eating? Happy. He? Sad him?"

The corner of his mouth curled, and the realm monster smiled deeper.

"That's a boundary that even we can't distinguish. How can a small weapon be distinguished? It runs through both real martial arts and illusory martial arts. That's probably the feeling."

"... But even so, it’s inappropriate to put such a powerful weapon outside, right? Let’s not talk about the vampire’s complaints, just say that Gungnier has been with the vampire itself for hundreds of years. You can't let it go just with that huge monster power."

"No problem, no problem."

Zi didn't care about Lan's worry.

"If it's someone else, I'm a little bit worried, but for Wu Ye, haha, it's absolutely impossible."

Lan asked puzzledly:

"why?"

"Because Wu is Wu Ye, it doesn't matter if you give him the power to destroy the world. After all, he lacks something decisive."

Chapter One Summer and Dreams

"what is this……?"

The red comet descending from the sky like a burning flame, and the green-haired witch flying in the sky facing the red light.

The ground is shining with unknown spell formations, and the sky is full of flying magic bullets, roaring and destroying everything. The storm descends at this moment, and the world seems to be trembling.

The falling imperial pillar, the flying iron wheel, the hurricane that swept through everything, and the scarlet spear that pierced through it.

The scenery like the end of the world was presented to the boy.

Subconsciously, he walked towards the terrifying world step by step, reaching out his hand to try to touch the real moment, and everything around him began to fade away.

The roaring hurricane, the cracked ground, the shattered sky, everything began to go away, the voice in the ear disappeared little by little, the world in front of him began to fade, the color was fading, and suddenly, only monotony remained before his eyes In black and white.

Quietly, the young man's consciousness gradually blurred, as if he was suddenly deprived of the paleness of vision, and the illusory haziness eroded everything.

When the color appeared in the boy's eyes again, the ceiling was still a familiar color, and Xia Chan's cries could already be heard in his ears.

The boy who sat up on the bed looked around the unchanging scene and sighed softly.

"So it's a dream..."

...

Summer is here.

Without warning, the scent of spring has been dyed with the color of heat, the cherry blossoms have faded, and when I recovered, the bellflowers outside the window were already open.

"Good morning."

The sleepy Wu also yawned and walked down the stairs. Even though the living room was empty, he subconsciously shouted out the greeting.

Silently took out a drink from the refrigerator and poured it into his stomach. The cold taste helped Wu also dispel a lot of sleepiness.

There was the breakfast prepared by the female aunt on the table. After rubbing her stunned head, Wu Ye washed cleanly and sat down at the table to use the breakfast.

"I'm gonna start now."

On the empty dining table, the sound of tableware colliding with plates reverberated quietly. Even if the movements of his hands did not slow down, the tiredness on Wu Ye's face could not be hidden.

So tired...sometimes it just becomes like this.