Oriental Yuningdo·Vol.3·Seems·to· Stay· Forever

Chapter 9: The Heart and Eyes Desire to Chop

Night.

"I'm sorry...... Yuyuko-sama. ”

The cold blade of Lou Guan Jian refracted the cold moonlight, and the white-haired girl under the moon closed her eyes and muttered to herself, her voice was as clear as a sword.

"I'm sorry...... Grandfather. ”

Suddenly.

Locks neatly into the sheath.

[The soul demon dream has no choice but to be a court master. Since it is useless in the White Jade Building, there must be no more demon dreams, and it will be okay for Lord Youyouzi. Resign on the same day, no need to think about it, no need to regret it.

I'm sorry, Yuyuko-sama. I'm sorry ......]

A note is tied to the hilt. is like the awe-inspiring handwriting of his person, but when he ends, he shows hesitation.

Then, the words that were crossed out and added were like this.

[Purple-sama.] Thank you, Purple-sama. 】

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The spring grass struggling in the dirt ushered in a new dawn. The breeze wandering in the wilderness was a little cold. Youmu tightened her shirt slightly.

“……”

“…… Vocals? ...... in this kind of place"

Follow the slight movement and look to the place where you came.

What should I say, it is incompatible with this environment, but it fits in with this atmosphere-

A new grave. An old man from a mound.

"Old man, ......"

The heavy wind carried away the slow, wet murmur.

…… I was attracted by it.

The grave is very new, and it looks like it has just been buried. The old lady sat on the tomb, without a monument and an altar, chattering - yes, slowly moving back to the old age.

Youmu can't tell how she feels. - No, it's, [no feelings].

Aware of this, Youmeng himself was also a little surprised. Isn't there supposed to be empathy or envy? Shouldn't there be at least compassion and grief as well? I also have a sense of farewell, and I also have a small long-term accumulated memory - excited memories but no clue. My head went blank.

Here, the wonders that have never been seen are engraved into the heart of the demon dream.

Time...... With the thoughts, it flowed backwards.

The fragmentary words lingered into a mist, and the hazy figure of the girl in the trance, dressed in a light veil, curled Tingting.

"The ...... of the Day"

A soft, warm sigh with a swaying aftersound.

“…… This!? ”

Youmu repeated the facts in his eyes as if he had woken up. Not an illusion. It's really, retrospectively, the traces of time.

Incomprehensible. However, the soul demon dream has long been dissipating. If you ask why, it's because......

- Right hand, scratching behind the shoulder.

It's too late.

“であう。”

As if announcing the end, the figure in front of him drifted away with the wind.

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“……”

Youmu hurriedly bypassed the torii gate and left the shrine. Marisa and Pache are still swaying slowly on the Shinto path as they had come.

"Reimu wasn't there in the morning. That- I know that. However, if you tell you, it will probably add a murder. ”

That's what Youning said.

Yokai will bring misfortune to humans, there is no doubt about it.

"But I care......"

At that time, when Youmu confirmed to himself like this.

Phew-

One-step...... A knife!

When the wooden knife that appeared out of thin air hit his forehead, Youmeng remembered again that the Louguan Sword was no longer carried by himself, and the next moment, before the Bailou Sword was cut in two, there was nothing in Youning's hand.

Cunning.

Not only that, but there are cunning preaching from above.

"Without the sword forged by the [Youkai], will you be able to cut everything?"

was questioned. It's not that I'm questioning my sword skills as my life, but I'm questioning the life of [Demon Dream] itself. Youmu could hear Youning's hidden meaning, and became more and more anxious because of it.

So, the soul demon dream who no longer acts as the master of the White Jade Building, now, where is he going to do something?

- Demon Dream swept away the complicated thoughts and straightened the tie of the White Mansion Sword.

Yokai will bring misfortune to humans, there is no doubt about it.

Youmeng just intuitively realized that that it was very important to him.

- "Na, do you believe in ,...... [love]? ”

Also, this fragment embedded in the heart.

Well, heaven is not benevolent.

Finally, Youning smacked her lips like this.

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In the world.

"Ahh Miss Miko, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so careless......"

Street corners, small traffic accidents. The simple-looking and innocent-looking young man panicked as he packed up the bags scattered on the ground, and when he looked up, he saw Reimu looking straight at him, and the smile on his face became more and more uneasy.

"You...... There's a little bit of demonic energy on my body. ”

Syllable. A piece of talisman paper slapped on the back of his hand, slipped down, and was hurriedly waved by the young man and then clutched in the palm of his hand.

Hugging the clutter, Reimu turned away freely.

"Reimu ......?"

"Huh, Demon Dream?"

Youmeng hesitated a little in the title, maybe it was the habit of being an honorific title to anyone and couldn't get used to it. However, such a small trouble has never been able to hinder the demon dream.

Reimu...... You just talked about the monster, do you know about that monster? …… Please. ”

"-I don't know."

Reimu's answer simply made Youmu a little stunned.

"That level of demonic energy, you don't need to worry about it. At most, it's a distraction-making hazard. - More than that, it's just time to help me. ”

"Huh? …… Oh. ”

……

……

“…… It just feels like it's a bit of a weighty guy. I don't know what kind of youkai it is. However, [Unknown Yokai] does not exist in Gensokyo...... Huiyin should know. ”

In the kitchen of the temple house, Reimu, who has nothing to do, shirks the doubts of the demon dream.

"I can't say for sure. It sounds like a fox spirit like a cannibal spirit - maybe it's a newborn youkai. How about that Gensokyo memory? ”

Hui Yin smiled and drew everyone's attention to the visitor at the door. The purple-haired girl in full costume bowed gracefully.

"I'm late, Teacher Huiyin. When it comes to distinguishing between youkai or the teacher, I'm better at it. I can just tell if they have a history or not. ”

Youmeng silently pinched the glutinous rice in his hand. It has a similar touch to the dumplings that are usually kneaded in autumn.

- "Ah Qiu, in Gensokyo, even if you are a newly-born youkai, you may not be able to have [history]. There is something lacking in schoolwork. ”

"Yes." As he spoke, Ah Qiu stepped forward, but Huiyin's hand was gently covered on Ah Qiu's head.

"Just leave lunch to me and Reimu. So is the little demon dream. It's an event for the students of the temple, so let's come along. I hope that compared to the Dragon Boat Festival, you will spend this day as Children's Day~"

"Huh? Why am I the only one who wants to stay? Reimu, who had been a laid-back look—it would be nice to say it was lazy to do it—immediately protested.

"Because~Isn't Xiao Lingmeng, who works here with me~~"

“…… Got it. ”

In front of Huiyin's gentle smile, Reimu gave up.

- This day is the Dragon Boat Festival. However, among households with children, it is more meaningful as Children's Day. After all, children are a new beginning for both families and couples......

"That ......" Youmu suddenly spoke, carefully organizing the language.

"What is [love]?"

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"Huh? Love...... To put it bluntly, it's probably the mood of a man and a woman who wants to be together all the time, right? Although it is not in ordinary life, it is often heavier than the whole daily life. In short, it's an ethereal thing to the extreme.,But there are a lot of people who abandon everything for this.。 There are many such stories in the books of the old days. I've got ...... here."

Rin nosuke gave this answer after thinking about it. - Of course, I didn't forget to take the opportunity to sell something.

Youmeng listened silently, without nodding or shaking his head. The setting sun shines through the doors and windows of Xianglin Hall on the back of the girl with the sword.

There's still time on both sides, Youmeng thought. Rinnosuke was the first to answer the question seriously, but before that, Youmu already had a rough idea in his heart.

Although Youning doesn't often tell the truth, she doesn't maliciously deceive.

- That's something that no one wants to face.

Youmu doesn't worry about the final answer. The White House Sword has the ability to cut through confusion, and has been reprimanded by Yuyuko for its easy use before. However, now the only thing that Youmeng can rely on is this Bailou Sword. What's more, now Youmeng is no longer the court master of Baiyulou.

"If you really want to know, just knock Youning down." That's what Reimu says. It's the first time that Youmu feels that the witch's words are so convincing.

…… Youmeng still listened quietly. At the end, Youmu bowed to Rinnosuke and said, "I understand." ”

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"Stirrups."

Youmeng's hand was held very steadily, and the Bailou Sword that was hit by Youning's sword tip did not tremble and let out a short muffled sound.

"Do you want to know [her] story? It's been hundreds of years. As you might think, it is to induce people to live with them, to waste their lives—gods, if you want to say, are a more appropriate classification. ”

“……”

"—When the undecided young man sees it, he feels that he has met true love, and then he makes promises and promises without hesitation, and after that," Youning shrugged, "his life, as he wished, was gone." ”

When Youning paused, Youmeng silently put the sword into the sheath, and the gold and iron intersected with each other without a little noise under the delicate technique.

"That's the so-called [love]."

"Love?" Youning rubbed his chin, and the corners of his mouth curled in a strange arc. Youmu couldn't understand such an expression.

"Love is...... A pain...... No amount of vicious words can be used to curse...... What about the pain......"

"Huh?" Just as the expected answer came too smoothly, Youmu suddenly felt something retreat from her body. There was a bit of a trance in his head, and Youmeng unconsciously took away the hand that was pressed on the sword of the White Building.

"So......" Yunin let out a long sigh and sat down.

Youmeng, who was sitting opposite Youning, was still silent.

"The woman named [Love] does not exist, and her body is unknown, but she does have a body. - Because of the fantasy of love in the world for thousands of years, they have been embodied in Gensokyo without knowing anything. ”

"It's just a collection of simple [some kind of fantasy]. She just has everything that love has, and she has done everything that love does. It's just attached to the simple meaning of "growing old together". ”

It's another faint sigh of unknown meaning.

"But...... Who will embody her fantasies? ”

- No matter how incredible it is, it can be embodied in Gensokyo. However, Gensokyo is also the last resort. Gensokyo's Fantasy ...... Such a concept does not exist.

Youmu still didn't speak.

Love...... Is it a pain.

The two glimpses at that time were, how to describe the feeling. It's not stunning, it's not beautiful,......

[Love]. I couldn't help but gently breathe out the word, and the slightest pain was drawn from my heart and lungs. Yes, that's the impression. It is also seen in the wilderness, and it is also seen in the woods on the outskirts of the village......

Youmu suddenly remembered what she had planned to do. Hurriedly got up and said to Youning, "I understand." ”

"-No, you don't understand anything."

It was easily shaken. Youmu turned around.

"Why did you want to leave the White Jade Tower?"

“…… I didn't become the power of Yuyuko-sama. ”

—Yakumo Blue. Do you think that Yakumo Blue needs the power of orange? ”

“——”

"You've been indulging in the satisfaction of being on your way to that distant goal—that's probably understandable, right?"

At the moment of Youmeng's astonishment, Youning set his eyes on the Bailou Sword on Youmeng's waist.

"So, Lou Guan Jianhe - no, for you, your grandfather and Youyouzi, your swordsmanship and Bai Yulou, which one is more important?"

This time, Youmeng raised his head and replied solemnly.

"Grandpa asked me to take care of Yuyuko-sama, so, no problem."

"Yes. You've always been used to it, you know. ”

That is to say, now there is nothing but this?

Youmu left silently.

From between the heart and lungs, there is a trace of pain pumped out.

Youmeng seems to understand a little bit of where he cares about where he comes from.

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Speaking of which, the underworld and the present world are actually connected.

The deceased and the living look up to the same stars and moon, and bask in the same season of spring and autumn.

Therefore, the realm of life and death cannot prevent each other from seeing each other, right?

- The moonlight flowed through the branches of the westbound demon, and the sky on the ground showed sparse mottling. Under the tree, a girl holding a sword stood quietly, looking at the moonlight, and a youkai quietly holding a fan crouched on the edge of the gap, quietly looking at the undead.

Like, a long time ago.

This sword, this tree.

A thousand years ago, youkai and swordsmen did the same, trying to resurrect a dead person.

A month ago, youkai and swordsmen did the same, trying to wake up a dead body.

"Yuyuko~ It's so late, but if you don't sleep, you'll get wrinkles~"

The gap opened and closed, sending Yakumo's purple figure to Yuyuko's back. Yuyuko smiled slightly and stroked the Louguan Sword in his arms.

"I can't help it, I'm dead now."

"The matter of the demon dream, please be a little bit quiet. I don't know what Youmu will think. - Youmeng, that child, has not grown up to be able to perceive [himself]. ”

"Ahh It's just that when I want to do something, the little demon dream has always wanted to be together~"

Yakumo was slightly surprised for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

After a breath, Yuyuko slowly gathered a playful tone.

"I'm a little bit missed. - At that time, and often, such a night. ”

"Yuyuko ......"

The girl clenched her slender sword, and a pair of arms gently wrapped around the girl's delicate shoulders.

"Purple."

"Ah, here I am."

"Why do you want to wake up [me]? Obviously, everything I [came] was only you......"

Yuyuko suddenly turned her head, and the light beating in her pupils made Zi unable to bear to look at each other.

"Hmm...... This one...... Probably ......" After squirming for a while, Yakumo Purple gritted her teeth and didn't look over.

"There was always a kind of [you] in the dark at that time...... Not...... Feeling jealous ......"

"Poof."

“！ ......" Yakumo Zi came back to her senses and wanted to explain something, but Yuyuko's smiling face was gently approaching.

"Oh, Purple, this, that's right~ I know, Purple has so many ......"

The tip of Yuyuko's nose was pressed against Yakumo's cheek. Gently, rub ~~~

“！”

"But only, Purple's shyness, I want it, monopolize it~~~"

Shaking off Purple's arms, he took Purple's fan in his hand at some point.

Hula~

Yuyuko retreated to the westward demon lightly, her hands were fanned, and her clothes fluttered in the wind, floating like a fairy.

Purple was slightly intoxicated by the scenery. Then, the Louguan sword that was placed in Yuyuko's arms roared brightly.

Sword dance, fan dance.

A thousand years ago, a girl and a monster met in this sword dance and fan dance. A thousand years ago, the deceased and the living were reunited in this sword dance and fan dance.

"Purple! ——”

"Yuyuko ......"

"The human soul can only hold one emotion at the same time, right?

So, is it worth it to give all and forever for a part of yourself-"

"I don't know, Yuyuko. However, that part, for me at that moment, was everything...... Yuyuko......"

Moonlight stole at the sound of the wind.

But the wind smelled the slightest pain that the words drew from between the heart and lungs.

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The night is not young.

Youmeng saw it from afar. A light veil hugging the moon and drifting smoke.

Caught up. The promise that humans have made for youkai to see you again here and now - a promise to pay for it with your life.

Youmeng pulled out the sword of the White Chamber and stood in front of [her].

Gently, the girl's gaze touched with the demon dream.

…… Youmeng suffocated slightly.

Because, I can't understand it.

I can't understand why there is such a look that contains nothing.

There is no joy such as anticipation and excitement.

Anxiety, confusion and the like, no.

But when it is said to be pure, it feels beautiful.

It's just, I didn't look forward to it, I didn't fear, I was confused.

The girl just, such a stupid look at the demon dream - or, didn't she look at the demon dream?

Youmeng didn't know how to describe this feeling, but a certain figure in his heart inexplicably coincided with it.

I can't help but want to say, no wonder, there are people who are obsessed.

…… It's very soft, like the touch of silk cloth coming from the hand.

What I read from the sword was very different from what I expected. I thought that the fate of more than a hundred years would precipitate a full and heavy weight, but there was a very clean touch on the Bailou Sword.

It's so clean, I don't feel like I've ever cut anything.

So fragile, so fragile.

…… Who will embody her fantasies? Thinking of Youning's words, Youmeng opened his eyes, and there was no one in front of him.

…… It's like nothing happened. It's like something in the chest cavity has collapsed. Youmu unconsciously took a deep breath and wanted to fill such an emptiness.

What is it, love?

The slightest pain hovers between the heart and lungs - it seems, kindly, addictive.

The moonlight reflected by the Bailou Sword draped a ribbon on Youmeng's chest, and Youmeng stood there quietly in a daze, for a long time, as if trying to understand.

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Lou Guan Jian was tightly held in his arms by Youmeng. The glimmer of dawn had already faintly penetrated from the sky, and Youmu knelt down on one knee against the back of Yuyuko's clothes fluttering.

"Oh, Youmeng, where have you been today?"

I don't know what I have in my heart, but I have a real joy that seems to be in another world.

Youmeng's fingertips reminisced about this unforgettable touch. How many people have held this sword like this under this tree? Purple-sama, grandpa, Yuyuko-sama, me. Youmu looked up.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be by your side, Yuyuko-sama. ”

Yuyuko turned around briskly, and the simple but elegant nightgown skirt sleeves danced, vaguely, like a fairy out of the dust.

"Hmm~ yes. There is no little demon dream to serve and change clothes, but I can't even afford the bed~~"

"No, Yuyuko-sama. The cultivation of the demon dream is far from enough. Youmu can't become the power of Yuyuko-sama, and she can't praise Yuyuko-sama's rest. But—"

"I see. It's not that Yuyuko-sama needs me, it's that I'm ...... I need Yuyuko-sama. I'm sorry, Yuyuko-sama ......"

"Oops, oops, youmare......"

In the stunned amazement of Youmeng, Yuyuko bent down and hugged Youmeng into her arms.

"Youmeng."

"Youmeng."

"Demon Dream ......"

Yuyuko just, like this, reciting the name of the demon dream.

But Youmu felt it, the strength of Yuyuko's arms.

So, it's a lot of fun, it's fun.

It's just that I still remember that slender shadow and can't let go.

The swaying figure is not like the world. When I think about it, there is a pain that echoes in the emptiness.

Or is it that it coincides with someone?

…… Youmeng indulges in the arms of Yuyuko, and is reluctant to squander a little time. But—

The Bailou Sword is a sword that can cut off the confusion in your heart. Youmu uses a sword to feel everything, and it was in the past, and it will be in the future. However, just by using a sword, you can't cut anything. Youmeng now, I understand.

"Yuyuko-sama. I understand. Youmu looked at Yuyuko's face seriously, and said so firmly.

The silver dawn gradually spreads.

The white jade building that is silent for thousands of years, a new day has begun.

- Is it appropriate to say it's a new day? It's no different from what it always was, is it?

I didn't have it in the first place, and I gave it up after I had it......

No, it's impossible to be completely relieved. Youmu exhaled vigorously to spit out the pain in her chest.

In the end, it was cut off. Still, I'm saddled with it.

- "Oops! Yuyuko-sama! That's not mochi! ”

- "Woo~ People haven't eaten all day ~~"

- "Got it, got it! Don't bite again, Yuyuko-sama! ”

Everything that Youmeng has experienced since this day doesn't seem to have left any traces.

Hawkers, life, no matter what happens, is still like this, one step at a time.