"Then let's start preparing for the ceremony. 」

The group strolled through the narrow corridor and came to the cherry blossom tree, which is the famous scenery of the White Jade Tower.

Kenya looked up at the towering cherry blossom tree in front of him, and once again sighed heartily and heartily at the inevitability of Gensokyo.

It was different from the cherry blossoms that had been climbed along the long staircase before arriving at the White Jade Tower. The westward demon in front of him has no meaning of blooming.

Whether it is the branches or the texture of the tree, it does not show the appearance of wilting.

Just standing there in such a lonely place creates a feeling that you can't help but touch it.

Of course, Jian Ya wouldn't be so stupid and just rush to do things with his own feelings, and he didn't see the note rope tied to it.

Such a huge rope with the width of a sword's shoulders was wrapped around the entire tree of the Westbound Demon.

It's definitely not just a decoration.

After a little inquiry, Yume, who was standing aside with a serious expression all the time, learned that this cherry blossom tree had never fully bloomed since she was a child.

In order to fulfill Yuyuko's wish to make the westward demon bloom, Youmu was sent to various parts of Gensokyo to collect spring and make it bloom.

Later, I met Lingmeng and his party who came to Baiyulou to investigate, and this abnormal change with a very absurd original purpose failed in this way.

It's a given...... Just for the sake of flowering, it affected the lives of the entire Gensokyo residents...... This kind of thing is childish.

For Jian Ya's evaluation, Youmeng was a little annoyed, frowned and retorted angrily.

"But there have been times before when the red mist covered the entire Gensokyo just to make it easier for them to travel, or forced people to hold a party every three days just for pleasure! 」

「…… What should I say, are youkai all boyish guys?"

Hearing this answer, the demon dream suddenly appeared in his mind, but a monster sage who often threw himself into Yuyuko's arms and coquettishly appeared......

"Well, that's right, anyway, the mutation has slowly turned into a prank by some big monsters to satisfy their own desires. 」

Dispelling some strange thoughts, the demon dream continued to convey his meaning to Kenya word by word.

"Anyway, my brother won't say such things that make me embarrassed in the future, and I'm constantly urging Yuyuko-sama to correct her own flaws. 」

"Well...... Great work. 」

Jian Ya nodded, already thinking about it in his heart, and didn't continue to joke and chat with Youmeng.

Just looked at the figure standing on the altar and commanding the ghosts in an orderly manner.

It's just to cause mutation for the sake of flowering...... This kind of absurd reason, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like the adult who commands the White Jade Tower would do something.

Looking at the Yuyuko of the Westward Temple, who was standing under the Westward Demon as if he was dead, and carefully commanding many ghosts, Kenya smiled freely.

In order to bloom...... To get around...... For pleasure?

How can there be such a naïve youkai in this world?

It must be for some unspeakable secrets in her own heart.

Like Kenya himself, they may all have unspeakable pasts.

They are all travelers who are lost in their own life's path.

It's all poor people.

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The altar set up on the side of the Westbound Demon is covered with runic paper with six-pointed star motifs.

The bonfire surrounding the altar, under the command of the ghost, was placed in some specific positions by the ghosts, and reacted with the rune paper on the altar with some strange rules.

exudes a faint ...... But the breath of pure enchantment.

"Mr. Kenya, please stand in the center of the altar. After that, I'll start the spiritualist ritual. 」

"I'm in trouble. 」

Without the slightest pretension, Jian Ya walked to the center of the altar with the Budu Imperial Soul Sword on his waist very happily.

The fingers gently stroked the lines of the scabbard, feeling the resonance of the Budu Imperial Soul and the Conjuring Altar.

More and more believe in Yuyuko's spiritualist ritual.。

According to her, there are three general steps that are inseparable from any spiritualist ritual.

The most important and crucial first step is to take out the items or ashes that the summoned spirit held during its lifetime.

It's just that if you want to awaken the past memories of Kenya's soul, you don't need this step in the first place.

Because Kenya's amnesia is not physical, but spiritual.

Therefore, Yuyuko can only use this method similar to summoning the souls of the dead and the souls of the dead to call out the past in Kenya's heart.

For Kenya, the only thing that can be linked to his past is probably this divine sword from Takamagahara-Budu Imperial Soul.

Fortunately, the Budu Imperial Soul did resonate, and it seemed that it was also looking forward to this moment, and the hilt of the sword continued to tremble.

It's anticipating, excited, and can't wait.

patted the scabbard of the Imperial Soul of Budu, constantly soothing its throbbing. It wasn't long before he sighed again and stopped doing so.

Because it's so hypocritical......

In fact, he himself may be more excited than the Budu Imperial Soul, but it can be seen from the cold face that is usually moody and speechless that is a little red, and he continues to take deep breaths to adjust his heartbeat.

He...... Nor calm.

How is it possible to calm down?

It's about to know your past, it's about to know your past.

How can such a thing be quiet?

How do you calm down at this time?

I need to know my own past, I need to know what kind of person I am. How can I calm down at such a time?

As if agreeing with Kenya's mood, the tremor of the Budu Imperial Soul became more and more intense, and began to emit a glow like fireflies.

Youmeng in the distance looked at Jian Ya sitting on the altar with some uneasiness, and the originally cold altar was already filled with aura visible to the naked eye.

What kind of ritual does it take to bring the aura that is normally scattered in the air to such an extent?

If it hadn't been for the previous dispelling of ghosts, many of them would have become Buddhas in no time.

Even if there is an enchantment laid by the rune paper sponsored by Yakumo Murasaki, there will be a slight uncomfortable aura coming out of it.

Is this really just a simple spiritualist ritual?

What kind of soul can be summoned in such an environment?

Just when Youmeng was about to continue to ask Yuyuko-sama more details about the ritual.

In mid-air in front of them, a crack suddenly tore open.

Yokai among Yokai...... The great sage of Gensokyo, Yakumo Murasaki, took Hakurei Reimu's arm and appeared in front of them.

"Aha, everyone, are you going well for the ceremony?"

"Purple-sama!?Why ......?"

"Sa...... On the way here, it occurred to me that the ritual might need to be supervised by a professional, so I brought Reimu with me. I'll lend it to you now, after all, this is also a concern for many people in Gensokyo. 」

Before he had time to think about the meaning of Yakumo's words, Marisa, the thief who had been standing aside and harassing the ghosts just now, walked up to Reimu on her own.

"Yo, Reimu. We just finished eating a lot of delicious things, oh, I have left you a little bit~"

「…… I won't investigate the meaning of it first, and then I'll settle accounts with you, and there are no problems with the enchantment now, right?"

"Hell, I'm not an expert in this area, so if I destroy it, I might be able to help one or two DA☆ZE."

Youmeng suddenly felt a little upset, and his right hand unconsciously touched the Bailou Sword on his waist, secretly slandering himself for such an important occasion, how could he let such a person in.

Yuyuko, who noticed that Youmeng was already a little dissatisfied, sighed. Float in front of Yakumo Murasaki.

"I've checked the enchantment, and it's still working well, much better than I expected. 」

"Well, sure enough, Yuyuko is the most reliable...... Let's get started while there's still time. 」

"Mr. Swordsman, how's it going?"

There was no response, and Kenya just nodded indifferently.

It's just the trembling of the corners of his eyebrows, which shows that his heart is not as indifferent as it seems.

…… It's really a shame to die.

Yakumo Murasaki, who took all of Jianya's reactions into his eyes, just covered his grim expression with a fan without looking for a margin, and at the same time recalled every step of the ritual in his heart.

…… Don't be in a hurry, I'll see him soon.

It's been so long, and it's not too late.

The two most important variables for this ritual have been used in different ways to prevent their interference.

No, and can't be, anything is missing.

More than 1,300 years of planning, there is absolutely no negligence.

After that, this false personality, whether it is life or death does not matter to her.

This false expression...... Will you be able to make it to the end, naïve Mr. Swordsman?

Almost instantly, a bright light appeared in Yakumo's purple eyes, and he looked deeper into Kenya's body.

Looking at the life that has become familiar but vague.

She held back her excitement, her tone cold and serious.

"The ceremony begins. 」

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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.