"Ahhh

Just a moment later, the barrage battle ended with Reimu overwhelmingly superiority.

Marisa eats delicious and delicate snacks while secretly putting dried fruits into the pocket of her skirt while the maker of the sweets, Soul Yume, is not paying attention.

Although she usually 'borrows' a lot of shelf-stable food from Korindo, and because of the good craftsmanship of a certain half-demon, Marisa's normal life is not as poor as some people think.

At least it's a lot better than a guy who is so poor as to ask a guest to cook.

The meals are solved by Xianglin, the side dishes are relieved by the Red Devil Pavilion, and there must be various mushrooms that can increase the magic power every day.

It can be called worry-free.

Stealing...... This kind of behavior is not so much an inevitable means of survival, but rather a movement for her, Marisa, as an existence, to adjust her life.

Exceptionally, the word "movement" was something she had picked up from some of the shabby books in Xianglin Hall.

The true owner of the food, the ghost of Yuyuko Seiyuji, stands under the cherry blossom tree that tempts death, watching the barrage battle of the maidens with the swordsman of 1,300 years ago.

In other words, can Yakumo Purple be considered a girl......

…… Fortunately, the snack in my mouth was not finished yet, and I almost spoke again.

In front of the westward demon, farther away from the altar, a decadent-looking Gensokyo red and white witch, Hakuri Reimu is slowly coming.

Followed by Gensokyo's strongest monster...... One of the Yakumo Murasaki.

Sensing their arrival, Marisa immediately put the last few fruits in her hat and sat down, pretending she didn't know anything.

Reimu, who took Marisa's embarrassing appearance into her eyes, pouted helplessly.

This isn't the first time Reimu has seen Marisa do such a thing.

Again...... For Bai Yulou, this little thing is nothing.

Not good...... Think about it this way...... Even I couldn't resist packing a little and going back.

Thinking of this, Reimu's brows gradually furrowed again.

The method proposed by Yuyuko of the Saigyoji Temple, the barrage battle between Reimu and Yakumo Murasaki is just to pass the time and avoid the previous embarrassing situation.

That is, the possibility of the reoccurrence of the embarrassment of the demon dream to the eight meanings of the sword drawing the sword.

The two of them, releasing water on one side and showing mercy on the other, the barrage battle that was originally scheduled to end in three moves was forcibly extended for ten minutes.

It was only a quarter of an hour since Yakumo Zi said before, and it was only a moment.

After Yakumo Zi hinted that she would leave, Yuyuko motioned for herself to stand back for the time being. The last participants in this mutation are only Reimu, Youmu, Marisa, and Yaiyi. Four of them.

…… No.

Not four, but five. Because in a moment, there's going to be a guy with a head in the back of the day.

Marisa's attitude aside, Youmu will definitely protect her sword.

But considering Yuyuko's unclear attitude before, as well as her relationship with Yakumo Murasaki.

The worst situation is to face the big monster-level Yuyuko and the unknown strength of the Eight Meaning Sword at the same time.

Ahh

When I thought of that guy's upright personality and upright demeanor, the uneasiness in my heart was also dispelled a lot.

But the thought soon sank again.

The reason is that Yakumo Zi had a comfortable appearance in the previous barrage battle - it should be a battle in which she released a lot of water and deliberately admitted defeat.

If the spell card rules, Youmu can also draw his hand to deal with Yuyuko. Although Marisa is usually very unreliable, she should be very familiar with helping her side at this time...... Or maybe it's just nothing at all.

So...... The reason why Yakumo Purple can be so calm and unhurried, and he is not worried about the failure of Yayun Jianya...... What is it?

Just when Reimu was thinking in a complex way, and moving his brain vigorously......

"Time on both sides...... It's pretty much it. 」

A hearty male voice came from the altar and reached her ears.

Reimu looked up, only to see the green-shirted young man holding the hilt of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his right hand smiling softly at her.

What do you mean by "...... on both sides?"

Demon Dream stopped what he was doing and asked, as the chief court master of the White Jade Building, and also the soul of the sword teacher of Youyuzi, the Demon Dream looked up at the Eight Intentions Sword, and at the same time pressed the lowly White Mansion Sword on his waist with his right hand.

The Bailou Sword on his waist is the family treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in their soul family.

It can cut off the confusion of the beheaded. If you use it on a ghost, you will become a Buddha.

Although I don't want to admit it, in some ways, the White Mansion Sword of Demon Dream does have similar abilities to the spirit sword on the waist of the Qingshan swordsman on the altar, the Budu Imperial Soul.

If you really fight seriously, it may not be the sword weapon that determines the difference between life and death, but the difference between the swordsman.

However, not realizing the girl's intentions under the altar, Yayi Kenya just casually discarded the finished wine plate. The saucer collides on the ground, followed by a crisp sound.

With the momentum of indomitable progress, the Eight Intentions Sword took the opportunity to pull out the Budu Imperial Soul on his waist.

The Budu Imperial Soul Sword was glowing, bright green, like the fluorescence of fireflies wrapped around the simple sword body.

Eight Meanings Sword Ya holds the scabbard in one hand and the long sword in the other.

Like a leisurely stroll, with a strong sense of battle and oppression that was completely different from before, he came to the center of the altar.

"Next, I will face your brother to life and death."

"If you're going to stop me, now. 」

"I haven't had a drink with that guy yet, but I know that. 」

"Once the battle begins, he won't allow you to interfere again. 」

"I still appreciate that guy in this regard, although he is upright and impulsive, but in terms of martial virtue, I appreciate it very much. 」

"So female swordswoman, if you don't want to draw your sword, put down your right hand. 」

"Otherwise, I'll have to cut off your hands and perform the ritual again. 」

"Don't let me underestimate you. 」

What an unpleasant statement......

Then Youmu lowered her right hand.

Although it was unpleasant...... But the facts.

Youmeng and Kenya haven't been together for a long time, and the sworn worship is just a casual one.

But by the sword...... The moment the blades intersected, Youmu understood. The fact that Kenya will not compromise with the sword.

So if Kenya knew that before he fought the battle with the Eight Intentions Sword, Youmu had consumed the strength of the Eight Intentions Sword, he would be very unhappy.

Should this be said to be upright, or is it better to be ignorant?

I couldn't judge for a while, but now Youmu was unexpectedly quiet. Her heart was no longer as impulsive and restless as before.

The Bailou sword on his waist seemed to feel the master's mood and quieted down.

I believe in Brother Jianzai.

If trust can be turned into power, then I will give all of myself to Brother Kenzai wholeheartedly.

So, I'll be sure to train you well when I come back.

I have to bring Teacher Huiyin.

So don't die.

or to hell...... I'm going to get you back from Hades and teach you.

"Pretty eyes...... A little polishing is a good swordsman. If I am still safe after learning about this matter, I really want to accept her as a disciple. 」

"Ah, then I'll thank you for my demon dream first...... If you have a future. 」

"It's a blunt curse, it's a shame that you don't be a ghost. 」

As he spoke, the Eight Meanings Sword playfully waved the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand, which restrained all the spirits in the world, and said viciously towards her.

"Be careful, I cut you. 」

In the face of this half-temptation, half-truth-based verbal attack, Yuyuko, the lord of the white-faced White Jade Tower, just smiled lightly and raised the wine saucer towards him.

And then just for a moment, the smile was gone.

Although she didn't stand up, she was more majestic than Youmeng at this moment.

This is the momentum that only a small number of high-ranking people in Gensokokyo have.

It's also only when they face someone they deserve respect.

"From my standpoint, there's no way to say something from my heart...... But thank you so much, you really can't repay you for your guidance to Youmeng. 」

He shook his hand and didn't respond.

In this way, the green-shirted swordsman only left a back, and in the eyes of Youyouzi, he gradually drifted away.

If you have the chance...... I really wanted to ask him more about it.

Yuyuko stood up and slowly floated to Yume's side. The battle that ensued on the altar was the worst thing that could happen to spirits like them.

Even with the protection of the Netherworld Enchantment, it is difficult to guarantee the safety of her and Youmeng.

I had to evacuate a little farther first.

I hope Purple won't blame him after that......

But when she thought of what they had just said, the originally plain expression on Yuyuko's face only became more and more helpless.

Glancing back in the direction of the altar.

…… That's the least likely thing to do.

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Standing in the center of the altar, the Eight Meanings Sword Ya looked extremely serious.

However, Reimu and the others were not surprised, at least at this stage, they were not surprised.

Because a similar, identical scene had just been staged not long ago, and a young man with the same face, but more upright, came here, and then his figure was blurred...... Then it vanished.

At this moment, the Eight Meanings Sword Ya was repeating a similar move.

To say something slightly different.

Probably the Eight Meanings Sword Ya holds the scabbard and the sword body flat with both hands at the same time, this matter.

This behavior, which seemed extremely strange to others, seemed particularly sacrosanct under his distracting attitude.

Judging from the focus on the sword for thirty years of singleness, the two are really exactly the same.

Ah, it would be better if Kenya had a little more humor like him.

Of course, I don't hate that upright attitude.

Marisa scratched her chin, and the thoughts in her head kept racing.

After that, just like this guy said, I'm also standing still like a demon dream, and the atmosphere of the scene doesn't feel like a good spell card rule.

And there's the witch Reimu, so there's no big deal going to happen after all.

At worst, I'll just fly wild with my sword. Swordsmen shouldn't be able to fly......

No...... This guy was so powerful in his previous life, maybe he really knew how to order something that the sword couldn't do.

You'll have to do some calculations again...... What about Kenya's past life...... Tut......

Wait a minute......

Suddenly, Marisa's mind flashed as if she had grasped something.

1,300 years...... Past...... Memory...... Rite...... Reincarnation.

Yakumo's words kept lingering and repeating in her mind, and at this moment she was moving her mind wildly, giving this command to her brain more than usual when she thought about how to defeat Reimu.

These memories are then shattered, reassembled, and eventually become a vague thread.

1,300 years ago, the Eight Meanings Sword Ya set up this reincarnation ritual through the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

The sword spirit of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword is the last protection mechanism to ensure the stability of the ceremony.

In the end, due to some accidents, the memories of the sword spirit and the swordsman, that is, the eight-meaning sword, were mixed.

Sword Spirit-Jianya, due to experience, only inherited the huge memory of the Eight Meanings Sword Ya, and appeared in a hurry......

Marisa's eyes widened and she looked at the altar, her heart suddenly creeping at her own thoughts.

That's what Yakumo didn't mention in her words, no...... It's not that she didn't mention it, it should be that she didn't know either.

In her tone at the time, she would never hide it in such a meaningless place.

Even because the words are too **, even the Hakurei shrine maiden, who has always been intuitive, ignores this problem.

"So ......"

Just as she was about to ask Yakumo Purple a question, a pillar of cyan light rising from the altar rushed into the sky with an astonishing momentum, interrupting her words.

There was a familiar figure in the pillar of light, which became clearer as it continued to take shape.

However, there was no time to care about this, and at this time, Marisa's eyes widened, and the part behind her shirt was already wet with cold sweat, and the whole person was already shocked by this idea.

1,300 years ago, the dead Eight Meanings Sword was recovered...... No......

It should be said that in that distant future, 1,300 years later, at the moment, he escaped the sight of Hakurei Shrine Maiden and even Yakumo Murasaki......

…… The one who placed the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in the Forest of Magic.

Who the hell is it!?