Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"How many years have passed since then?"

Holding the tea cup, Reimu's gaze fell on the few trees in the courtyard that seemed to never grow big, as if talking to himself:

"Five years? Six years? Time flies really fast."

"Why? Our maiden maiden wants to become a child who will never grow up? Please ask the young girl over there, maybe there is a play.

With that, Wu also pointed in the direction of Santuhe.

"whispering sound."

Reimeng squinted at Wu Ye and said angrily:

"You don't need to be so careful, I'm not as vulnerable as you think."

"Really? I'm worried that you will be upset for a while and throw a barrage barrier on me..."

"Go! Go! Go."

Facing Wu Ye's non-fake expression, he waved his hand disgustingly, Reimu lowered his eyes, and said lightly after a pause:

"Ama hasn't been seen for so long, I didn't care anymore."

Chapter 7 Agreement

"Speaking of which, Wu doesn't know yet, right? What was the first thing I learned from my grandmother."

After eating out the dumplings and drinking new tea, Reimu and Wuya sat on the quiet corridor, and the two pairs of lowered legs swayed back and forth leisurely, as if they were when they were young.

Reimu, with his hands behind him, raised his face and looked at the sky through the cloud covered by the eaves. The question that seemed to be a joke also began to drift away with the indifferent words:

"What do you think? Boli's physical technique? The magical technique? Or the use of yin and yang jade?"

Reimu’s question is too leap, and Wu can’t keep up with the rhythm at all because of his wild trajectory. He has to focus on the literal part, making a prolonged nasal sound like thinking, he shook his head:

"not sure what it is?"

"Hehe, you can't think of it."

Hyun Bao laughed out loud, Reimu's two little feet swayed more happily:

"It's the'spiritual art'."

"The technique of separation of spirits?"

"That's it, it's a little troublesome to explain the principle... By the way, Wu Ya, you should know ninja, right?"

"Ninja..."

Hear the words.A lot of ninja-related information flashed through Takeya's mind, shuriken, ninjutsu, and tights, cough, not counting the last one.

"If you are talking about the kind of ninja in historical legends, I know."

The implication was that if it was a special kind of ninja in Gensokyo, he would not understand at all.

"Haha, even if there are ninjas in Gensokyo, they are the same as you know."

Reimu smiled and waved his hand, then said slowly:

"The so-called'spiritual art', on the surface, looks similar to the ninja's clone art."

"Clone, it doesn't sound very powerful..."

Indeed, compared to the great god-level abilities in Gensokyo that Takeya had seen, this clone was extremely inconspicuous.

"You are right to say that."

Reimu spread his hands indifferently, and did not refute Wu Ye's underestimation:

"The technique of separation of spirits was not originally a skill used by humans or monsters, but dedicated to gods."

"God?"

"Yes, the god separates a part of his body to another shrine to receive the incense there through the method of splitting spirits. Such a clone will have the power of the body part and enjoy the same worship.

Wu didn't know what Reimu wanted to say, but her eyes drifted away, seeming to recall something long ago:

"The'spiritual art' my grandmother taught me is a skill stolen from the gods. It is basically the same as the ninja clone. The only difference is that the clone created through the spiritual splitting technique can always exist."

"Hey, that's it."

Wu Ye gave a timely response, taking Reimeng's words as a chat after dinner, but she didn't care much, she still said to herself:

"In the beginning, my grandmother taught me many tricks passed down from generation to generation at Hakurei Shrine. There are spells and physical skills, but she has never asked me anything. Just like her character, she has learned well or badly. It's all dispensable."

Speaking of this, Reimu seemed to recall the worrisome character of the old maidens at that time, and a hint of helplessness appeared at the corners of her mouth, but she was quickly replaced by bitterness:

"However, it is only this'spiritual art' that she asks me to keep practicing every day until I fully grasp it.

"Huh? Why do you want to stick to this... not a very strong skill?"

"Yeah, why, I didn't know at all at that time, but then I knew."

Reimeng's eyes closed slightly, and the smile on his face gradually faded:

"On the day when I thoroughly mastered the'spiritual art', I finally learned that the grandmother who was by our side had always been a'spiritual'."

"……Eh?"

The smile on Wu Ye's face seemed to freeze, mechanically maintaining the shape of the smile. After a while, he asked suspiciously:

"What does it mean?"

"Ah."

It seemed that Wu Ye's reaction made him laugh, Reimu hummed a little bit, and a smile appeared on her face again. She slowly said:

"It means literally. From the very beginning, the grandmother who was by our side was a clone created by her using the'spiritual technique'. The real woman left a long time ago."

"Doesn't that mean..."

"Well, from the beginning, there was nothing we abandoned by her, because from the beginning, she never left."

Like a light wheel in the sky, Reimu's smile seemed to stay on the edge of rising and falling, making it difficult to see whether it was the early morning of hope or the afterglow of falling into darkness.

"At that time, I pestered Zi for a long time before she told me the truth. As early as eighteen years ago, my grandmother left, just one year before Wu Ye was born, which is great."

The corners of his eyes like reed leaves curled up slightly, Reimeng smiled at Wu also: