"It's an amazing power."

"It's not like what you would say, Jin Chun."

"No, I rarely use the word incredible to describe a person. Because as long as it is something that exists in the world, there will be traces to follow, not only the past and the present can be seen at a glance, but even the future will not be unexpected. But for a human like this that I can't predict at all, I think you're the first ACE in the strategy room right now. ”

"Of course, Xiao Yangping's words, I knew from the first glance that he would be a great exorcist!"

The head of the countermeasures room, Jinguji Calamus, proudly showed off to his friend.

"As long as the time is right, the D-class evil spirit 'Dragon' can solve any caster below the A-rank, and even I may be hit. And in the same way, even as an A-class exorcist, I never thought anyone could survive my hands. Strength and weakness are never fixed, only those who are lucky enough can live to the end on the road of the strong. ”

"This is not necessarily, a young and powerful A-level exorcist like Xiao Yangping will almost certainly be able to reach the legendary Cheng dù."

"Your words are too subjective for me to judge. But if it's him, there's a lot to be done. If an exorcist is compared to a container and spiritual power is compared to water, an exorcist below the A level is expanding his own capacity to accommodate more spiritual power. The vessel itself cannot produce water, so our spiritual power comes from the free spiritual power in the world, that is, from the world. But the A-class is completely different, they have already opened up their own source of power through the mutation and sublimation of their spiritual power, so their achievements can be comparable to rivers, lakes and even rivers and seas. ”

That's not a good analogy. Because in the final analysis, the difference in strength is still in the difference in capacity, and there is no major qualitative change. ”

"Indeed, this metaphor is not enough to illustrate the importance of the 'source of power', and if it is more exaggerated, an A-class exorcist can be compared to a light source, and a caster below A-class is just a mirror that reflects light. No matter how big a mirror is, it can't produce light on its own, whereas a light source can...... The newly promoted A-level exorcist is roughly equivalent to a torch, and although it is weak and unstable, it has great possibilities; A strong man like the head of the Isayama family, who has been injured and lost his weapon, and is already at dusk, is similar to a gorgeous chandelier, and too many factors limit his strength and the possibility of progress; The head of the Tsuchinomiya family with Bai Rui is a high-power searchlight, limited by too many external objects, although it is powerful, it is difficult to go further; The current Haruhara, which can be regarded as almost the level of a small sun. I had never thought that the strength of an A-level exorcist could reach this level before, even if this was the peak level of the strength of an A-level exorcist, I was completely acceptable. ”

As the building slowly collapsed, there was a rumbling sound like thunder.

In order to avoid being affected in the following battles, the helicopters in the countermeasure room had to be raised again.

"Xiao Yangping is really making a big fuss." Jinguji Calamus half sighed, half ostentatiously looked at her friend on the screen of instant messaging, and there was a hint of shock hidden in her indifference.

"Well, it's pretty good. If I have time, I really hope he can come to the 'battlefield' here to help. ”

"Anyway, where are you now?"

"'Gates of Hell'. Two descendants of Yufang's friends fell into the layout of the High Demon and got into a lot of trouble. ”

"Is it the 'Wen family's twin evils' you said last time?"

"Not bad. The Winchester brothers, one named Sam and the other named Dean. Although their strength is still very weak, they have too much karma entangled in them, and they will almost inevitably become important figures in the exorcism world. Without further ado, I'm running out of time and still have some information to process. ”

Jin Chun Tongu nodded slightly at the Jinguji Calamus on the screen, and then turned off the communication.

"Phew—it's a hassle to deal with it afterwards... Although there is something wrong with that... But fortunately, this time it was the Iizuna family who was responsible for the expenses that were dealt with afterwards. ”

Jinguji Calamus covered her forehead and looked at the battlefield that had been completely engulfed in smoke and dust with a headache.

"The Iizuna family must be very distressed, right?"

Nikaido Kiri's tone commented without any ups and downs.

"But they also deserve it, and they actually use killing stones and dragons to control difficult monsters like zuò. Not only were the casters below the A-level unable to cope with the huge number of sprites carried in the attack, but the Killing Stone made this monster immortal...... Wait a minute! ”

Jinguji Calamus suddenly stopped complaining, as if she had thought of something, and her face suddenly turned into deep worry and consternation.

"What's wrong, Director?"

"The monster that was killed...... If you die, you will be resurrected, and you will become an even more terrifying monster with the power of the 'Killing Stone'! Damn, damn Iizuna! ”

As if to confirm the headmaster's statement, the battlefield that had been glittering with huge slashes from time to time just now fell silent, leaving only a deep and narrow corridor composed of smoke and dust and the remains of the staircase.

The Nabu brothers and Uncle Koji Iwabata also looked nervously at the battlefield below, and even Sakuraba Kazuki, who had never been very fond of Haruhara, because of his friends, began to be a little worried.

As if to respond to such worries, the entire battlefield slowly fell silent, and there was no movement for a long time.

Just when Jinguji Calamus couldn't help but ask for help from her friend who had just disconnected from communication, the smoke and dust that slowly rolled under the filament-like rain curtain suddenly surged violently, and finally turned into a huge whirlpool faintly revealing a fiery red flame.

A few seconds later, with an indescribable thud, a giant flame bird dragging seven incomparably dazzling ribbons of red brilliance soared into the sky with astonishing heat, turning into a straight red light that soared into the sky, and finally pierced through the gray clouds effortlessly.

"That's ......"

Everyone in the strategy room stared at the golden beam of light that shone obliquely through the hole in the thick clouds.

The giant red bird broke through the clouds again and rushed straight down into the center of the smoke that had been turned into a swirl by the astonishing heat.

On the back of a giant bird that looked like a phoenix on its gorgeous golden wings, standing tall in the air completely distorted by the terrifying heat, was Haruhara, who was carrying a half-cut rune sword and wearing a white mask.

The giant bird swooped down at great speed, and although the ground was already close at hand, it still had no intention of slowing down.

Boom ————

The majestic wave of qi turned the originally surging smoke and dust into a scorching red aura of air, and in the center of this qiē, with the phoenix rising into the sky again as the background, the two incomparably small figures suddenly confronted each other as if they were not affected by the surrounding heat and the turbulent air current.

"That's ...... Mankind?! Iizuna family...... Actually... Use humans to make monsters..."

Isayama and Huang Quan stood at the top of a tall building not far away, their long hair and skirt dancing in the warm wind that rolled upside down. Huang Quan looked at Chunyuan's opponent who was also wearing a mask, and he couldn't help but feel an irrepressible chill in his heart.

Unlike her, Isayama has been thoroughly addicted to the dreamy swordsmanship of the blonde boy dancing wildly in the center of the battlefield, with the blade as the wing, and the pride soaring on the battlefield.

The white suit and mask, which had nothing to do with the battlefield, also seemed so comfortable and unfathomable at this time.

As for the people in the countermeasure room, they were completely overtaken by the undead birds that flew haughtily in the air, turning a battlefield into lava with their scorching breath from time to time.

The divine and awe-inspiring dazzling figure is like a miracle out of mythology.

Until the end of this overwhelmingly wild show-like battle, no one realized that this was not only the magnificent birth of a phoenix, but also the rebirth of a teenager.

☆

"Brother, take good care of Mashiro, this child is too worrying."

"Even if you don't say I'll do it. And Zhenbai is obviously older than you, what kind of angry mother's tone is going to make trouble? ”

"Brother, treat Miss Misaeda well."

"Got it, got it."

"Dude, come on! Today I just learned from Miss Editor that you are already such an amazing person. I'm very happy to be a younger sister~"

"Clam clam clam, of course!"

It wasn't until he saw off his sister that Haruhara's realization was actually the reason why his sister left so early.

"It's so white~ go back."

When Haruhara's desire to recall Mahaku, who also came to send his sister but didn't know when he was squatting in the corner of the station and playing with stray kittens, he was suddenly pulled by Mahaku.

"Meow~"

Because the lethality of the picture was too powerful, Haruhara surrendered instantly without making any resistance: "I know, I know, I can't raise it!" ”

By the way, because it's a stupid cat with good hair quality and always unconsciously selling cuteness with serious eyes, Haruhara decided to name it 'Wig', no, it's not a 'wig', it's 'Katsura'.

*Player Yohei Haruhara gets pet cat x1.

When he was pulled to the corner of his clothes again, Haruhara, who was holding an umbrella in one hand and a struggling kitten in the other, and carrying a pile of cat food, found himself standing at the door of a pastry shop.

"Baumkuchen."

Don't look at me with those upward, longing eyes, ahhh

It's too foul!

Haruhara, who was killed in seconds again, was already a little self-defeating.

"Buy, buy, buy, don't buy, you're not human!"

*Player Yohei Haruhara gets Baumkuchen Cake x2

When Haruhara, who had returned to the dormitory, had settled down and the kitten had finally returned to the room after taking a bath, and was about to rest for a while before 'work' at night, Mashiro appeared in front of Haruhara again.

"True White...... Do you have any more requirements? ”

Because he knew that he would definitely not be able to refuse this natural girl's request, Haruhara simply asked first.

"Today's target is Haruhara's body."

"Anyway, I know what you mean is definitely not the one that will make me scare and decisively reject the meaning that I am looking forward to in my heart, so let's be clear."

"Take it off."

Be concise and to the point.

Haruhara decisively complied.,The true white who admits death is completely invincible with his mind and character.,And anyway, this kid just wants to draw or use material for comics.,In fact, there will be other things in Mashiro's life besides drawing, which will make Haruhara even more surprised.。

"** won't take off, that's the condition."

"It's up to me to take it off."

"I refuse!"

Haruhara, who only had a pair of boxers left in his body, crossed his hands in front of him and took a big pose.

“……”

"Why do you look dissatisfied? Do you really want to draw that kind of chengdù? That's already the Cheng dù of the red letter book! ”

"Lie down."

It looks like Mahaku really compromised.

But what kind of trouble is it to draw yourself lying down? Is this kid's comic really that radical?

Haruhara had no choice but to lie down and wait for Mashiro's next instructions.

Without any warning, Mashiro stepped onto Haruhara's stomach in a bent knee.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't move, there's no way to know how it feels."

"Why do you want to do this!"

"It's important to know the texture. In this way, painting can be brought to life. ”

“……”

Mashiro's long, slender fingers with a hint of coolness swept across Haruhara's skin, trembling with pleasure different from the cold, the exterior stiffened and tightened due to tension, but the internal muscles relaxed.

True white is soft. Through the light pajamas she changed into after taking a shower because she was wet from the rain, she felt the touch of her buttocks and thighs. The body temperature of the area that touched her gradually increased.

And with the touch of Mahaku step by step, the position that was originally riding on the belly of Haruhara slowly moved back, and finally-

"It's hard."

"I hope you're talking about muscles, but if not, I hope you don't delve into it...... Feed! ”

Mashiro tilted his head in confusion and reached out a hand to the strange object behind him.

"It's hot."

“STOP！ Stop, it's so white! ”

The alarm system in his body was frantically ringing, and Haruhara, who was frantically ringing, turned over violently and pressed Mahaku down on the bed, only then did he release his Babylon Tower and Mahaku's cold little hand from dangerous contact through the thin boxers.

Puzzled, Mahaku raised his head and looked up at Haruhara.

"Excited?"

"Don't underestimate men, it's so white! And you kid doesn't seem to be the slightest bit defenseless, why do you always have a strange meaning in your words? In fact, your hidden setting is Master Huang Duanzi! ”

Obviously, Mashiro is not a guy who will seriously reply to other people's complaints.

"Haruhara, have you ever had sex?"

“……”

Haruhara's expression was Spartan, and his whole body instantly turned gray.

was actually raised such a fatal topic by a girl as pure as a blank piece of paper, and was successfully mended, and Haruhahara suddenly felt that his life was too much of a failure.

"The figure is so good."

"It was from playing soccer and grabbing half-price bentos."

Haruhara, who had been hit and fell into a state of depression, replied unconsciously.

"The figure is so good."

"Even if it's important, you don't have to say it twice...... Anyway, why would you ask such a question so calmly? Has there been some mad guy who has done such and such things to you? ”

Haruhara's sudden awakening and nervous questioning as a bunch of ghost animal scripts such as 'Father's Love Like a Mountain' swished through his mind like a dense barrage.

Especially the blonde hair of the girl scattered on her bed under the body, the unique fragrance, the delicate and smooth skin close at hand, and the slender waist that clings to the inside of Haruhara's thighs to support her body make Haruhara's logic a little confusing for a while.

"Haruhara, it's my first time."

"Ahh

"Hold me."

"Can't do it!"

"It's useless."

The mentally devastated Haruhara vomited blood and collapsed on the bed beside Mashiro.

"Don't make a fuss, Mahaku... Alas... I've been through a lot of things today, so I went to bed first. ”

Almost as soon as the words fell, Haruhara, who was exhausted by the torture of the day, was completely swallowed up by the thick sleepiness.

☆

When he woke up, Haruhara's discovery was that he was about to be watched by Mashiro, who was sitting beside him, with innocent eyes, and from time to time he moved two strokes.

Clams clams, really serious good boys.

If it weren't for the homework in his own bed, Haruhara would have been happier.

But...... Something seems wrong.

It's a rainy day, but it's still a hot September, and it seems a little too cool.

Especially between the legs......

Haruhara got up in a daze and looked at his thighs.

That's right, the Tower of Babylon is standing in good spirits, and it's normal.

Haruhara's thought for more than ten seconds-

"Eh, eh, ?!!!!!!eh,

Haruhara, whose brain exploded and was cluttered with information, jumped out of bed suddenly.

"**I took it off."

Mahahiro said bluntly with the attitude of a victor.

“%#￥@……*！！！”

The string called sanity in Haruhara's brain snapped suddenly.

Just when Haruhara's teeth were gritted and ready to pour about ten kilograms of 'common sense' into the real white and cute alien cerebellum......

The door suddenly opened.

→ someone came in.

→ Chunyuan kept his teeth gritted and turned his head suddenly.

→ Zhenbai poked the Tower of Babylon not far in front of him with great innocence, and after confirming the texture, he continued to paint.

→ put on his glasses and pushed the door in with a bunch of labeled materials, and looked blankly at Haruhara, who was on the bed, and Mahaku, who was sitting quietly with his head bowed.

It seems that some big misunderstanding is about to happen.

No! It's happened!

Spring plain sweat rained down.

"Excuse me."

Ryunosuke calmly lifted his glasses, but with a suspicious flush on his face, he exited Haruhara's room and closed the door lightly.

“NOOOOOOOOOO！”

Looking at the direction in which Ryunosuke disappeared, Haruhara's hands held his head and burst into tears.

It wasn't until that day that Haruhara's memory of the horror of being the owner of the true white breeder and the shame of being counterattacked by the true white.

(ps: I can't find the outline.,The plot forgot.,I haven't written it for a long time, and I can't code words at all.,Typos won't be changed.,Even the account and password of the dot mother were almost forgotten...... The nest has exploded. ）