Light and dark.

Black and white.

It's like ancient times, yin and yang are combined, and chaos is compatible.

The black bottom is solemn and simple.

White lines, delicate and elegant.

The white lines on the black background, just like that, blended perfectly, with the strange buttons, and finally, turned into a simple and reckless feather weaving.

Kazama raised his feathers and stared blankly.

Looking at the strange samurai in front of him, he suddenly wandered in.

Haori with clogs should have been a very common combination, but ...... But what is this sudden explosion head with a heavy rock and punk style going to make a fuss? Or, aren't the samurai of this dimension practicing well and switching to the guitar?!

If it weren't for the cold and glittering sword in the blast head's hand, it is estimated that Kazama Hiroha would have been eager to run up and rub it vigorously in order to better experience the irresistible fluffiness.

Kazama's thoughts were suddenly a little messy.

And in the mess, there is an even more messy factor, which suddenly rushes in.

It is as if the light tears through the darkness, and like the rising sun breaking through the Hongmeng.

He heard, a strange scream.

The tail note rises upwards and is slightly hoarse.

As a cat's cry, it is definitely an unqualified existence.

Then, there was a figure.

One, wearing a shrine maiden costume, a figure.

Judging from the silhouette, it is definitely a young girl.

Judging from the aura, she is definitely a beautiful girl of her youth.

So, Kazama Yangyu's silver pupils tilted uncontrollably.

Not very tall, short hair, just hanging from the ears to the chin, big eyes, is a pair of pink framed glasses, plus the mascot-like fat big cat in the arms, so that the girl looks, completely dull and cute.

At that moment, an electric current, without warning, swept through Kazama's mind, and the blurry picture suddenly became clear.

I remembered that in that starlit place, I was recognized by myself as a girl who met like a fate......

The one buried deep in her memory, she ...... and her cat.

"Nana......?"

An unfamiliar name, coming out of Kazama's mouth.

It was his memory, his neighbor's, the other party's name.

"Huh?"

The two whispered, in unison.

"Nana, do you know anyone?"

The explosion-headed samurai wearing black feather weaving was slightly stunned, and quickly turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

And Kazama's reaction was: Fortunately, it was not wrong! Congratulations, congratulations! In this way, through the neighbor relationship that says that it is far away and that it is not close, it can invisibly turn a war into a jade silk......

Kazama nodded happily, and suddenly felt that his wishful thinking was very crisp.

However......

"It should ...... No......"

Gently, she tilted her head, but the eyed lady named "Nana" did answer like this.

Although there was a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Oh, that's fine, that's some stalker who has a lust for Nana's beauty...... Well! Well! ”

Nodding his head slightly, the exploding head naturally filled the rest of the guy in front of him quickly.

Leaving a stunned Kazama feather, messy in the wind.

Hey, hey! It's okay to be greedy for beauty, after all, is it "a man's true color"...... But don't tamper with other people's attributes into stalkers!

"Hey, it's great not to be an acquaintance, but if an acquaintance can't do it, it's really embarrassing...... This is the thirty-seventh recovery well we've found, and it would be really difficult to run into an acquaintance again......"

While muttering to himself, the Explosive Head Samurai slowly raised his head with a smile on his face.

Straight up, looking at Kazama and raising the feather.

The eyes burned.

Just like the knife he held tightly in his hand, under the scorching sun.

It's bright, it's a little dazzling.

Then, the knife, moved.

To be precise, it's the sword light.

The inky black knife seemed to flash slightly, but it didn't seem to flicker at all.

However, Kazama felt it.

It's just a moment, though.

"Your methods are so strange that even I have the illusion that my memories are fragmented. And this fragmentation process is the process by which you drive the sand into the hands of those people. ”

Standing motionless, the gaze of the explosion-headed samurai was still staring at Kazama for a moment.

There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Originally, I was still looking forward to it, thinking that I could find skills to compete with my 'Yan Hui', but ......"

The admiring gaze, suddenly, turned into disappointment.

Or, more precisely, loss.

Silver hair slowly slipped from Kazama's shoulders.

It was like a wisp of soul, suddenly cut off silently.

Then, it drifted away.

"Let's go......"

“……”

Kazama raised his feathers and stood dumbfounded.

Not even time to react.

It's over.

There was no draw, no attack, and even what should have been the slowest retraction of the knife was not noticed.

The knife is still the same knife, quiet, eerie, and never deviated in the slightest.

However, it was under this unchanging appearance that Kazama suddenly found that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"But don't you say that the so-called battle is nothing but life or death......

Although there was a suspicion of death, Kazama Yangyu still asked with a mouthful of words.

"......, hey...... I said you......"

Stunned for a moment, the explosion-headed samurai was slightly stunned, obviously a little speechless by Kazama's behavior, and immediately picked a leaf and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.

"Those lines that others say when they are cool, don't be troubled and imposed on every detail of life, okay...... For the sake of your merciful heart, let you go. ”

Unexpectedly, it was underestimated...... Although, the other party does have the capital to underestimate others.

"But...... If I leave like this, even if I don't die of heat outside, I'm afraid I'll be killed by my teammates......"

Kazama Yang Yu smiled slightly bitterly, and his gaze fell lightly on the sleeping girl.

"And I have a reason to hold on."

Exploding head, he glanced at Kazama Raising Feather with a strange expression, and then looked carefully at Hu'er on the side.

On the bearded scumbag's face, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared.

"Haha! I see! Then, as you wish, use my 'Yichen' to witness your decision! ”

Laughing, still the slightest hint of laughter.

It's just that there is more arrogance.

The knife, it's still the same knife.

It's just that it's a little bit more chilly.

Then, the knife moved gently.

Slowly, yet elegantly.

Like the afterimage of the Tao, slowly, dispersed.

One handful, one handful.

In an instant, it turned into thousands of sword shadows, with them, and the arms were overlapped.

Like one, a thousand-armed Guanyin.

Kazama watched quietly, not moving.

Silver eyes, slightly congested from overfocus.

However, it is not enough.

Relying on vision alone, it is far from being able to distinguish those knife shadows.

Even if it is firm, it is nothing more than turning the thousand heavy sword shadows into a little more illusory.

However, each knife is still exactly the same.

The same cold, the same ethereal.

It's the same, out of nowhere.

"Zi~"

A slight sound, a blinding silver glow.

A spark, without warning, slashed across the surface of Kazama's silver robes.

Accompanied, there was a soft sigh.

"Your clothes are a treasure, they can actually defend against Yichen's attacks, tsk...... No wonder you dare to be a flower messenger. ”

Although he wanted to complain that the other party attributed his confidence in daring to be a flower protector to his clothes, at this moment, he himself was shocked by the superb defense of this clothes.

However, shock is shock, after all, the shock department is already overcrowded, so Kazama Hiroha was decisively kicked out by them......

Of course, to be more precise, to be stabbed...... Hacked back to reality......

Blood, red blood, suddenly burst out of his cheeks.

The ends of the silver white hair were dyed a little dazzling.

Kazama raised his feathers, shook the tiger's body violently, and shivered fiercely.

"Don't you dare to put it in my face! If you say that you don't hit someone in the face?! Is it because I am jealous that I am more handsome than you, so I want to take the opportunity to ruin my appearance, suffer my mind, starve my body, empty my body, and act chaotically, so ...... So ......"

Kazama raised the feather, and finally couldn't make it up.

But the anger was fake.

"So, stop poking me in the face!"

Although he didn't expect the other party to agree at all, Kazama still widened his eyes fiercely and stared at him.

"Oh...... This one...... I'm so embarrassed......"

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, compromised.

The Exploding Head Samurai scratched his head embarrassedly.

It's just that the shadow of the knife in his hand is even brighter.

"However, to say that he is more handsome than me or something, but it is not realistic at all, and I will punish this sentence as slander."

The word "ah" has not yet fallen.

A flash of lightning had already flashed out.

"Bump!"

The doctor muffled, Kazama fluttered, and without warning, fell to one knee on the ground.

Then, there was a long-awaited, intense burning sensation.

Suddenly, from the most vulnerable place in the crook of the foot, he rushed up.

Accompanied, the skin and flesh are burnt, with a peculiar smell.

"You can't cut it, but the heat generated by friction will still be transferred to it without reservation, so don't be careless."

A relaxed smile with a sharp knife-like determination.

"Thanks for the reminder, come again!"

Kazama raised his feathers instead of being angry but happy, and struggled in an instant.

Standing tall, his silver eyes flashed with a hint of madness.

"Zi~"

Again, a touch of blazing electric light, with the smell of burnt proteins.

"Come again!"

And the crazy light burned even hotter.

"Zi~"

"Again!!"

"Zi~"

"Again, come on!!"

"Zi~"

“…… Again...... Come!!! ”

……

Again, and again, electric rays.

Again, and again, burning.

But Kazama raised his feathers, but as if he was crazy, again, and again, he got up again.

The fighting spirit is high and the spirit is high.

The sweat of the bean was dripping down, as if it was even more haggard than just now under the scorching sun.

But the corners of Kazama's mouth gradually began to laugh.

Along with it, the more fanatical gaze.

Of course, it's not because of the awakening of some special shaking M physique.

It's because, gradually, he has begun, gradually, to understand that language.

That kind of language, which might be called "knife language".