Kenya quietly closed his eyes and began to prepare according to Yuyuko's previous instructions.

Listen carefully to the inner agitation, deeply and preoccupiedly put all your attention into somewhere within yourself.

is begging, calling, looking for his past.

Under the tempting death of the Westward Demon, facing some of the most powerful figures in Gensokyo, in an extremely terrifying environment, Kenya was still able to calm his mind so quickly and perform the ritual according to the previous arrangement.

This dedication to putting everything out of the way wholeheartedly...... In a sense, he is too much more than ordinary humans.

Does even an incomplete soul have such amazing perseverance, the swordsman of the past?

Yuyuko pursed her lips and looked calmly at the side, not saying a word.

It's been almost a month since Kenya came to Gensokyo, and this teenager, who was initially confused about his own life path, has begun to become familiar with and integrate into this land that is a bit heavy for humans.

Such a seemingly uncomplicated meditation is obviously not considered a practice.

This is because this visualization method is too vulgar and simple compared to the thousand-word practice mantra.

But such a seemingly simple behavior is a bit different in this cold and silent environment where monsters coexist.

Although Kenya himself has always emphasized that his talent for cultivation can only be regarded as average...... That's true.

But this gift of being able to focus wholeheartedly on a certain moment ...... I'm afraid it's the biggest secret that he can get here all the way here.

This person is ...... It may be a completely different but similar existence from the swordsman 1,300 years ago.

What they all have in common is that they all have a talent for extreme sensitivity to swords.

The difference is that the person Jian Ya is even more impersonal.

It's even less like a person.

He didn't have a past, and he didn't have any scruples. When facing a monster, the mood of drawing a sword. Rather than a noble explanation that puts life and death aside, it is better to break the jar and break it.

Because there is no past, he has no scruples.

Because he doesn't need scruples, his attitude towards life and death is too casual.

He despised his own life and neglected what he meant to others.

But at the same time, although he loves and repays the people around him who have been kind to him...... He is like a walking dead without a purpose, lacking the meaning of his own existence, and asks others for the meaning of existence every day.

His life is not his own, it is given by others, by the ideals he has constructed.

But it is precisely because he is so obsessed with his life that so many legendary things have happened...... This is very different from some of the people in Gensokyo who have nothing to do all day......

…… What a complicated and pathetic person.

Yuyuko couldn't bear to purse her lips, thinking about the instructions that Yakumo had given her earlier.

Anyway, after this ceremony, he will be completely relieved...... At the same time, he also understood his own wishes.

So I...... I guess I did a good deed.

A little self-deluded comforted herself, and then Yuyuko raised the paper fan in her hand and activated the barrier on the altar with a wave of her hand.

The aura that was originally visible to the naked eye on the altar and was about to become a physical object suddenly disappeared.

The six-pointed star rune paper that had previously covered the entire altar suddenly burst into a blue-white flash.

Almost at the same time, Marisa and the others, who were not far away, sensed a wall in front of the altar that was not visible to the naked eye.

Powerful and sturdy, it was only at first glance that Marisa suddenly thought of the enchantment of some large library on the edge of the Lake of Mist.

It's just a spiritualist ritual...... Why do you need such a powerful enchantment?

Completely ignoring Marisa and Youmu's surprised expressions, the big youkai Yakumo Murasaki just snapped his fingers gracefully.

In the next moment, the realms of life and death, void and reality, past and future, soul and body begin to blur.

At the same time, Kenya's soul and body began to have some kind of strange reaction.

Unlike Marisa's shouting outside the barrier, there was only a dead silence on the altar.

Kenya looked at his fingers like a bookworm girl on the edge of the Lake of Mist.

Not daring to breathe, not daring to blink, after a long time, he raised his eyebrows very slowly.

Then he closed his eyes, suppressed his excitement, and continued to settle down.

Just now, his hands ...... The hands in which he held the sword suddenly had an extremely terrifying urge.

He wanted to draw his sword.

It's just that in an instant, there is a feeling that the hands are no longer their own, but at the same time, there is a feeling that they are not themselves.

It's a strange feeling, and it's hard to explain...... It's as if at that moment, he wasn't himself.

That's a very pompous ...... It shouldn't be the feeling that a calm and calm Kenya should have.

Originally, the second-rate swordsman who could only use the Budu Imperial Soul Divine Sword by relying on his own physical instinct or through some vulgar fur had the urge to dare to draw his sword against the great monster Yakumo Zi just now.

But it's that impulse...... Albeit only slightly...... He did feel a sense of belonging to the past.

When he thought of the meaning of this reaction, his heart became more and more excited, and his mind became more and more calm.

It's been nearly a month since I came to Gensokyo.,There's no memory of his past in his mind.,After that, the hope of recovering his memory was destroyed several times.,Finally, it's the first time to feel it...... Or rather, recalling the feeling of great nostalgia.

This feeling is slight, and this impulse is arrogant...... But it was definitely the feeling he craved and demanded the most right now.

When he was finally sure that he had begun to gradually recall something, he could no longer suppress the emotions that welled up in his heart.

So he began to meditate wholeheartedly, calling for a figure in the depths of his heart even harder.

But just when his body was about to recall more of the past.

He heard a sigh.

One comes from 1,300 years ago, and the other comes from a sigh that should not exist in this world.

A sigh from the past.

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"Speaking of which, Marisa, do you know the meaning of the name Kenya?"

It seems that she is in a good mood, and Yakumo Purple rarely does not have the two of Reimu or Demon Dream who have been teased by her in the past, but takes the initiative to ask her Marisa this somewhat strange question.

"Huh? Sa...... I just thought it was cool at first, so I took the name, what's wrong?

"Hey...... It's really a shame that my brother has always been grateful to Dade...... Marisa, I'm getting more and more disgusted with your personality. 」

"What's wrong!?Is there something wrong!?I didn't call him Decepticon!Isn't the name Kenya cool!?"

"It's great...... But there have been some other meanings in the past. 」

Yakumo Zi smiled and said something that shouldn't have been said, as if she was confident, and she was sure that nothing would go wrong again...... At the same time, it is also a very happy performance. She began to talk to Marisa about her past in a very rare way.

"About 1,300 years ago, a young swordsman in a green shirt was visited in this land......

"Thirteen hundred...... Purple, you're sure enough!"

casually threw Marisa, who wanted to say something rude, a hundred meters away. Yakumo continued.

"He likes to challenge the strong, and he fights all the way...... But no one knew his name. 」

"He loves to drink, and at the same time he doesn't get drunk. 」

"He loved to sing and compose, but no one could understand what he was singing. 」

"He's got all the power of the world, but no one knows where he's come from or where he's been taught. 」

"Since then, the green shirt is a symbol of invincibility, not because the green shirt is invincible...... It's because he's invincible. 」

"Until much later...... We all know where he came from, and he suddenly disappeared. It's like no one knows why he's doing these things. 」

"It's been so long...... Does this have anything to do with Kenya?"

Reimu, frowning and showing some tiredness, suddenly interrupted Purple's words.

"You're going to mention it at a time like this anyway...... Definitely not someone who has nothing to do with Kenya, right? 」

"It's not a shame for Reimu-chan, I found out my intentions all at once. 」

Similarly, Yakumo didn't have the slightest annoyance and anger at being interrupted, but it was very rare and patiently explained to Reimu.

It's just that the more abnormal she is, the more uneasy the demon dream that was originally standing behind Yuyuko becomes.

"Let's get back to my first question...... Sword ...... What is the meaning behind the name...... You know what?"

"Isn't that Marisa's random name?"

Regarding Reimu's disapproving attitude, Purple only shook her head slightly, looked at her with a slightly mocking expression, and said.

"No, it's not, the real meaning of the name Kenya is......

He was only halfway through his words when he suddenly stopped.

At the same time, it doesn't matter if it's Yuyuko's back, Yuyuko's mind wary of the outside world, or Marisa, who has been lying on the ground in embarrassment by some kind of spell.

At the same time, they all swept their eyes to Jian Ya's side.

Suddenly, extremely thorough, penetrating to the coldness of the bones...... It came from the altar.

Thinking of what Marisa had done at the private school, Youmu suddenly touched the White House Sword on her waist.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, he felt a touch of coldness between his fingers.

It was an extremely familiar touch, and it was this touch that she looked at the sky in surprise instead of paying attention to the crisis in front of her.

Snow is falling in the sky...... The snow is cold and biting, cold and clear, pure white and immaculate.

In this way, the fine snow slowly drifted in the air, falling on the branches of the westward demon, on the umbrella of Yakumo Purple, and on the hilt of the sword of the white jade building.

It actually snowed in this white jade building!?

"How is this possible! There is obviously a Netherworld Barrier isolated......

"Nothing is impossible. 」

Unlike Reimu's serious appearance, Yakumo Murasaki just walked closer to Yuyuko's side leisurely, and covered the day with an umbrella for her.

"What ordinary people can't...... It was originally his code of conduct...... Besides, who said it was snow?"

Then, a bluish-white light erupted from the altar, and the snowflakes in the air became more dense.

Floating throughout the underworld, this biting chill became more and more profound.

Yakumo Zi handed the umbrella to the surprised and stunned Youmeng, then took the paper fan from Yuyuko's hand, and slowly walked in front of Reimu and the others like a lady in a leisurely garden.

The invisible wall in front of them, the barrier that was as strong as a library, had been melted away by the snow.

The blue light dissipated, revealing a green shirt.

That person must be Jianya.

The reason why it is said that it should be ...... Because that person has the same scholarly face as Jian Ya, the same cold eyebrows, and the same long spirit sword.

But...... Jian Ya didn't have the arrogance that soared into the sky like his.

Obviously they have the same appearance and the same long sword, but they are completely different people.

Tsing Yi ...... Sword...... 1,300 years.

Thinking of what Yakumo Zi said before, Reimu became more and more vigilant, and he had already grabbed a handful of charms in his hand and was about to smash them.

Then she stopped, then looked at the great sage in front of her, and said seriously.

"Don't stop me, this is already an anomaly. 」

Seeing her move, Yakumo just smiled faintly, and then took a step.

even blocked in front of Reimeng's whole body, leaving only her a back, and then said.

"Continuing with what we said earlier, remember what I said?"

What was said?

…… I see.

1,300 years ago, in that era when the great demons were rampant, there was a swordsman who did not know the origin of the sword......

At that time, the powerful and great swordsman was talking about the world, and Sihai was wearing a green shirt, and no one could stop him.

And 1,300 years later, both monsters and humans have declined......

"But you can't stop me!"

Reimu was resolute, and with the last insistence of the Hakurei shrine maiden in his heart, he was ready to start a battle with Yakumo Murasaki first.

But she just shook her head indifferently and said.

"Wait. 」

Then his gaze turned to the altar.

There was a dead silence on the altar, except for a few broken runes scattered around, proclaiming their unwillingness.

The Zhulian rope on the Westbound Demon suddenly began to shake, exuding amazing spiritual power.

In front of the tree, there had been no other reaction since just now, and 'Kenya' suddenly looked up at the lightless sky of the underworld, and showed a heart-wrenching smile.

"It's too dark. 」

Then he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and at the moment when his long slender fingers held the hilt of the sword stained with snowflakes, he saw that the green shirt on his body shook slightly, and countless snowflakes were bounced away, like a misty mist.

The gentle-smiling young man in the green shirt suddenly became upside down, as if he had completely changed into a different person from his bones.

The biting cold snow around him also seemed to feel something, swaying and sinking obliquely, and no one dared to touch the green shirt again.

Immediately after that, the long sword rang out!

Like a white rainbow running through the sun, a green and cold sword light soared into the sky.

The sword light......

Covering the day, and covering the eyes.