You.

Believe it?

In this world, there is such a thing as fate.

Don't rush to refute just yet.

Let's assume that its village is in.

If there is a fate in this world.

People and people, monsters and monsters, gods and gods, elves and elves.

Our life and death, cause and effect, separation and encounter.

All this was decided a long time ago, predestined, and cannot be changed.

What would you think in that case?

And on the premise that all these 'ifs' become a reality.

――Just if.

Somewhere in the world, somewhere, exists. Such a world.

From various stories, in different worlds, in different settings, in different dimensions, the protagonist who has struggled so far.

Come together and sit at the same table.

Laugh together, weep together, rejoice together, and grieve together.

This is a place full of miracles called.

Somewhere in the world, it does exist.

Such a place.

And then.

The protagonists, who come from different stories, hear this rumor and embark on a journey.

only to obtain the glory of the victor.

However, no one knows what the outcome will be.

The present, the past, and the future.

No one knows what the end of the victor is.

Even now, the imaginary wanderer who recorded such a fantasy.

I didn't know......

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Consciousness is a little blurry.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a dark place.

Except for a few meters around him, everything else was pitch black.

It's like being locked up in a dark cell.

"Hello? Anyone? ”

No one responded, and there was no response.

It's like there's only one person in this world.

I settled down and slowly groped forward, and at the same time I was thinking about the reason.

[I remember that I was going to go to Yonglin to borrow books...... Then walk in the hallway]

[After...... I can't remember]

Is it the calculation of the Eternal Pavilion?

Revenge for the previous killing in the bamboo forest?

But why did you give me back the sword......

The Budu Imperial Soul Sword, which had been confiscated, also returned to his side and hung behind his back.

The clothes were also changed to the Taoist robe that had just arrived in Gensokyo.

Flipping the weight of the sword behind him, he felt a clear and slightly heavy texture again.

I can't help but settle down.

Since there is a sword in hand, then there is no fear.

Any conspiracy, I will end it with this sword.

A wave of pride rose in my heart again, and now I don't feel terrible when I look at that darkness.

A swirling mist swirled around, and there was no light anywhere except where it had first woken up.

I don't know why, but I just know that on the other side of the fog, someone is waiting.

It's intuition, or something.

And on the other side, is it the enemy? Are you a friend?

Is it a conspiracy? Is it calculation?

Everything in life begins with this small step forward.

Go to the unknown and carve out your own future.

Kenya showed a hint of a smile, so .......

"Let the horses come"

Then, he stepped through the black fog.

A burst of bright light pierced, and he couldn't help but close his glasses.

Open your eyes again.

It's a cynical face when you see it.

"Well...... Not bad. Is that you? The guy with the sword. ”

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I felt it.

I really felt it.

It used to be like a clear spring, but until then it was the fantasy of a distant shattered star.

-- A miracle that cannot be described in words.

If it's a conspiracy, then such a bait really can't help but eat it.

Smacked contemptuously and cautiously.

Then, take it in stride.

……

"Well...... Not bad. Is that you? The guy with the sword. Youning asked lightly.

Although the strange fellow did feel his sharpness. However, it comes with itself. That is to say, they are the same as themselves. Therefore, it is hoped that this kind of behavior will seek the initiative of the first line.

"Huh? Are you the mastermind here? ”

Kenya frowned, his eyes looking at the young man in front of him who was about his age.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since he came to Gensokyo to meet a man his age.

Kurama Tengu is too old, and Tenma is even more stupid and can't speak.

The children in the private school were too young, and the villagers were a little afraid of him.

It's a bit of a sympathetic feeling.

However, one cannot be careless.

With his hand on the hilt of his sword, he looked at each other with a wary expression.

"Hello? Don't want to say more? ”

"I say," Youning raised his tone, and in Kenya's eyes, his posture seemed to be a little more erect.

“…… Haven't you figured out the situation yet? ”

Originally, it was just an action to emphasize the explanation, but in Kenya's eyes, it became a preparation for an attack.

Then he took the lead in drawing his sword and decisively stabbed the other man in the shoulder.

At the moment when he drew his sword, Kenya discovered that Yuning's momentum was not fake.

He did just sneak a toe on his toes, tilted his head and smiled in the face of the attacking sword.

I haven't had time to question his unskilled movements.

In an instant, Youning disappeared in front of Kenya.

Gone?

No, behind the scenes.

Without hesitation, the sword light flowed, and at the same time turned around with a stab.

It did rub it a little.

However, there is no feeling of stinging.

Is the other party a tengu? No, it's not.

The speed is not the same, and the air does not flow violently. It's more like it disappeared suddenly than quickly.

There is not a breath at all.

Watching the other party just roll away comically and avoid the blow.

Kenya narrowed his eyes......

Is it hiding?

"Oh ho! Wonderful tactical evasion maneuvers! ”

Saying such smug words, Youning smiled indifferently, and slapped the dust on his clothes with one hand - the only one on his body, in the duel of Fang Cai, there was no proof of victory.

"No master, little brother."

The same smile, unconsciously shrugged his shoulders,.

"The confrontation of momentum is the king's way, why do you want to do it against those who are staring at you."

"If ......"

didn't give Jian Ya a chance to interject, but Youning showed a serious look, lowered his center of gravity slightly, opened one hand in the air, and then held "something".

"There is no common sense like [the stabbing will not be split when it encounters the iron plate bridge], I just barely see it~ This is, your sword power has been exhausted, or, your heart has lost its sharpness~"

Faced with the other party's slightly provocative words, Jian Ya was speechless, then clenched his sword and continued to guard the other party.

What's going on?

At the moment when he was about to stab the other party, he dodged it, in an absolutely impossible posture.

Iron Plate Bridge ...... I remember that it is a skill that is very demanding on the body.

So is the other party a martial artist who is proficient in this way?

Looking at the cynical expression, I couldn't help but feel a wave of absurdity in my heart.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the kind of guy who will practice hard, this depends on people's self-confidence, and Jian Zai still has it.

Moreover, it also feels strange to him.

Judging by the breath, it is probably human. But after touching it, it feels like something else.

It's a bit of a vicissitudes of life, just like the big monster Yakumo Purple I saw at the beginning.

It's just that there isn't that strong sense of oppression.

The vigilance in my heart has reached its limit.

Why, Fang Cai did not make an accurate choice.

The sword is your own sibling.

Sword skills are one's own thinking.

Does he have the ability to interfere with others like this......

――However, I didn't feel like I was being affected.

Or is it deliberately inducing yourself?

So Kenya continued to look at his hand like this, waiting for the following.

Slowly, Youning turned sideways, lunging slightly, his right hand raised flat as if something was real, and the two fingers of his left hand flicked on the extension line.

More than three feet long and four inches wide, it does not match Youning's relaxed posture, it is a typical heavy sword. His strength needs to be reassessed.

And the posture he put on is the famous demon technique, the secret sword "Yan Hui".

Kenya quickly made a judgment.

However, confusion also ensues.

One, even if it's a sword that can't be seen, where did that guy get it from?

Second, like his own assertions, such a crooked and flawed posture can really make a legendary-level "Yan Hui"?

These confusions were answered in a matter of moments.

- [Please!] The two contestants who participated in the first round of the Oriental Dark Cuisine Contest! Sword, and Youning! 】

In the sudden sound of confusion and the wave of cheers, Kenya and Youning looked at each other in amazement.

In the next instant, Youning's left hand had reached out.

"Kenya, is it? Good name. ”

Fang Cai's right hand, which seemed to be holding a sword, retracted it without any cushion, scratching his cheek in embarrassment.

Noticing Jian Ya's gaze, Youning smiled brightly: "Ahaha, I made a look, but I didn't expect you to be eye-catching." ”

I don't know whether it's anger or amusement in my heart.

The sword was withdrawn.

Then, when shaking hands, a special 12-point force was added.

Sure enough, the guy bared his teeth in pain.

――Your body seems to have been strengthened?

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they both saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

They nodded to each other and stepped through the door together.

What's behind the door?

Is it hope? Is it despair?

Is it light? Is it darkness?

No one knows, no one understands, except for those two.

It's just getting started.

It won't be the first, and it definitely won't be the last.

This is the story of miracles.

Now it's time to kick off.

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Youning - Oriental Youning Hall

Jian Zai - Oriental Swordsman Qi Tan Lu

PS: The brain hole is too big, and Carvin sends it again. Don't expect...... But we both found it interesting.

It's quite fun~