Lake Biwa, Shiga Prefecture.

A group of surrounding residents gathered around the shrine's priests and walked towards Lake Biwa, and a procession of 1,000 people dragged along the road like a long dragon.

A few people in front of them held aloft pictures of dragons, and the procession beat drums and sang, and before the transcendent manifestation, there were not many such grand small town folk activities.

But the priest in the center of the team had a bitter face, and the Suzuki in his hand was listless.

"Yoshimoto, you can still do this work of sacrificing to the dragon king."

"What will I do, you don't know me."

The middle-aged priest known as Yoshimoto, who was the priest of a shrine in the town next to Lake Biwa, shook his head anxiously, and it is said that it had existed since the Azuchi-Momoyama period from generation to generation.

But as early as the previous generation, the job of this priest was three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and there was no way, being a priest could not support his family.

Not to mention Yoshimoto, when he was young, he studied hard to be admitted to the medical department of a prestigious university, and after returning to his hometown, he opened a small private hospital in the town with a good operating condition, with seven or eight doctors and nurses, and a lot of income every year, and a happy life.

In addition to going back every year to clean the small shrine, Yoshimoto has to forget that he is still an ancestral priest.

The status of a priest is worthless these days.

The small shrine worships the local gods, the hidden dragon in Lake Biwa, and the huge Lake Biwa and the coastline can catch a bunch of the same small shrines, and the homogenization competition is fierce.

But just a few days ago, many residents suddenly came to visit, and he thought that there was some epidemic in the town, and it turned out that Yoshimoto was actually asked to preside over some dragon king's festival.

Let's ask for another master, Yoshimoto hasn't even taken Suzuki a few times, where will he host the Dragon King Festival, isn't it difficult for a strong man!

At best, he remembers how many times his father and grandfather have hosted it.

Besides, running a private hospital honestly and making so much money every year is not much better than provoking supernatural beings.

But there are some things that you can't dodge if you want to, and even the military office pressured Yoshimoto without saying it explicitly, but it implied that if Yoshimoto didn't preside over the festival, he would have to be careful of his own hospital for the dead.

If the government office really sees that he is not happy and investigates it thoroughly in a private hospital - Yoshimoto is really afraid of investigation.

"Then it's all up to you, and you must satisfy the Dragon King."

"Did you listen to me, I really don't."

Yoshimoto looked at the old man beside him dejectedly.

"It's all your fault, I have nothing to do to go fishing, and I even photographed the Dragon King."

The source of bad luck is a few retired old men next to him, who are not honest and enjoy the joy of family at home, so they have to go to such a play, and the short videos of the dragon king spread in the town are all the handiwork of these old men.

"If we don't shoot, won't the Dragon King be there?"

An old man suddenly spoke very quantum mechanical words.

That's true.

If you come, you will be safe, and no matter how painful it is, you have to do it, Yoshimoto resigned himself to his fate and grabbed Suzuki and walked forward.

Seeing this long procession along the way, the vehicles all consciously leaned against the side of the road, and the awe of the mystery of ordinary people reached the highest point in the history of the island nation.

Lake Biwa shimmers quietly, birds fly across the lake, and fresh green leaves fall on the water.

After a long snort, the team stopped at Lake Biwa, where the old man had been fishing a few days earlier.

A tall wooden sign is inserted on the ground, and it reads "Xianlongdi" in Chinese characters.

"Just set it up here, just set it up here."

Yoshimoto didn't know what to do, so he commanded everyone to spread mats on the ground, preparing some props that he saw on the video temporarily, no matter what the props were for, just put them on and look like the real thing.

"This is a cure, this is a cure, the brain is cured, the brain is cured."

He blushed with an old face, holding Suzuki, and walked with difficulty!

"Hey!"

"Hah!"

It is indeed a great god of jumping, no matter how messy the steps of the other priests are, there is still a little bit of discipline, and Yoshimoto is purely blind jumping.

Fall dead!

He is a majestic doctor in the town, who has been treating people for decades, and who doesn't boast that his charges are proportional to the effect of treatment, how can he do such a thing.

Studying medicine can't save the old family!

"Only ~ willing ~ pleading ~ begging, I pipa~pa~ lake ......"

Even though the dance was ridiculous, none of the believers in the town laughed, at most they smiled, and the officials of the camp bowed their heads and thought sincerely.

"Come on, grandpa!"

"Come on!"

Yoshimoto's little grandchildren looked at their grandfather with admiration on their faces, but they didn't expect that grandpa still had this ability.

When you get home, you must ask your grandfather to teach you how to dance.

Yoshimoto wept and wanted to tie two bags of cement to his legs so that the dust could cover him.

No matter how cheerful the expressions of the crowd were, they couldn't hide Yoshimoto's sadness.

Such quaint sacrifices sprang up across the country, and Shinto beliefs in the island nation were revived.

The pictures of the dragon king taken by several old men have long been collected by the government.

Ordinary people don't understand what this black and white ink dragon means, but in the fifth lesson of Yuan, the professionals of the current supernatural hall are too familiar, isn't this the trick of the black angel, the difference is that in the place of Panmae she used a tiger, and now it is a dragon.

Thinking about the time again, it happened to be the day of the air raid on Kyoto, which would be strange if it weren't for Takahashi's pitiful doing.

In addition to putting this incident in the archives and adding new precautions to Takahashi's poor information, the government did not react much to the dragon king worship in the town.

Can there really be a dragon?

If you have the ability, let this dragon come out!

…………

"Lake Biwa ......"

Standing beside Lake Biwa, Mizuno stretched out his arms and took a breath of fresh air.

Thanks to the combination of Xiao Q and the dark crow, Mizuno has the opportunity to experience the Golden Week, but others can relax and experience, and Mizuno must fight quickly.

Since the government is choosing the demon sword candidate, he can't be left behind.

With the demon knife, how can it be done without a drama of slaying demons and eliminating demons.

Fire escape and swordsmanship have the hope of breaking through LV4, and the more lethal water escape in modern society cannot be left behind.

On the small stones near the lake deep in the dense forest, there is no movement in the water field, and the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake is surging.

"Crackle, crackle!"

Hundreds of fish crackled and struggled on the surface of the lake, but they were still surrounded by the current and came to Mizuno.

With such a single-handed ability to control the current, he can become the king of aquatic products when he goes to the sea to fish and live.

If he is high enough, he will directly lift the whale into the air.

"It's you."

Grabbing the fattest carp in his hand, Mizuno stroked the carp's head with his fingers.

What should a carp be called after it has obtained a water escape, King Carp?

Slightly smashed his fist on the carp's head.

"Bang!"

The plump carp's eyes popped out of its sockets in an instant, and its tail struggled to move for the last time.

The remaining eye was dull, its mouth was dementedly open, and it didn't realize what was happening!

"......" shook off the blood from his hands, and Mizuno sighed, searching for the fish trapped by the current.

A slender figure caught Mizuno's gaze, and he laughed.

"Loaches? Water snake? ”