In a bar-style building, several men and women are gathering for the upcoming party.

"You say, can Brother Tsukishima really bring that agent back," a dark-skinned woman sat at the bar, her fingers tapping the ice floes from the wine glass in front of her.

"Didn't Shukuro say it's okay," a middle-aged man with a black blindfold wiped the wine glass in his hand with the appearance of a bartender, "Tristan can go and see if you don't believe me."

Tristan snorted softly, "I didn't say I didn't believe it, but that kid seemed to be hesitant at Kenji."

"That guy hasn't always been like that," a girl in a white velvet hat with a fuchsia ponytail fiddled with a toybox-like box, "instead of worrying about that guy, think about what to do when you get the power."

"What are you going to do when you get the power," Tsukishima's eldest brother was half-lying on the couch, his book over his eyes.

As soon as he said this, the scene instantly became cold, and no one answered.

"Liluka?" Tsukishima's eldest brother took down the book that covered his face, and looked at the roof with his head half-tilted, "Tell me what you want to do in the future."

"Huh?" The girl flipping through the box glanced at the speaker, "I didn't think about it, didn't I just say that I was thinking about it."

Tsukishima's eldest brother chuckled, "Xue Xu, what about you."

The blonde boy who had been cowering in the corner and playing the handheld didn't raise his head, "That kind of thing is casual, it doesn't matter to me."

"It doesn't matter?" Liluka heard that she was holding the box and placing it on the coffee table next to the couch, "Then what are you here for?"

"Anything," Xue Xu put on her hood, and then brought the headphones around her neck to the sides of her head.

"You guy......," Liluka was visibly angry, and was about to make a move when she was stopped by a man, "Forget it, isn't Xuexu like that, don't you know," a burly man with medium black hair picked up a wine bottle and filled the empty glass in front of him, and seemed to be used to their behavior.

Liluka seemed unhappy about this, "I said Ginjo Kugo, are you too good to him......

Liluka was complaining when the door was suddenly pushed open, and a very lonely figure walked in, "Have a drink, Tsuizawa," Tsukishima Kenji casually sat down on a high chair in front of the bar, his hands on his forehead.

"You're underage," the man dressed as a bartender at the bar didn't move.

"I'll let you bring me a drink!" Tsukishima Jinkenji punched on the bar, and several people next to him glanced at each other, Tsukishima's appearance was indeed a little strange.

"Bring him a glass of light sake," Tsukishima Shukuro closed the book in his hand, "Are you upset?" Something like that."

Tsukishima Konji took the wine glass that Tsukisawa pushed over, and looked at the liquid like clear water inside, "Come here, I'm here for what you've always wanted." After saying that, he took a sip of wine, stopped the urge to cough, and drank it with a frown.

"That's good, boy," Ginjo Sogo laughed and stepped forward and patted Tsukishima on the shoulder, "I knew you wouldn't let us down."

Maybe it was because of the first drink, Tsukishima Konji's face was a little red, "I did everything you said, and it doesn't matter to me what happens next."

"You don't want to taste it first?" Kugo Ginjo half-joked with Tsukishima Kenji, "He can make you even better."

"Hey," Liluka clasped her hands to her chest, unpleasantly, "Let's talk about it together."

Tristan raised his hand, "Forget it, after all, it was Kenji who did it single-handedly, and it would be no problem for him to experience it first."

Tsukishima Kenji looked around at everyone present, although he knew that sooner or later it would be like this, but the strange strangeness still wrapped his heart. Tsukishima pulled out a palm-sized cylindrical container from his trouser pocket and threw it on the bar.

"It's a little disgusting, trouser man." Liluka leaned in front of the bar with her eyes open, "How much do you have hidden in your trouser pocket?"

Tsukishima didn't squeak, just held his somewhat dizzy head and shook it incessantly.

"Is this the Acting Grim Reaper?" Tristan stepped forward to pick up the container, and in the translucent material she could see a blue spirit child that looked like a liquid, swaying back and forth with the hand she picked it up, "These are obviously some spirit children."

"That's it," Tsukishima Shukuro leaned over as well, "this is the Grim Reaper agent."

"Can this still be human," Liluka stood on tiptoe and looked over her eldest brother's shoulder at the Lingzi flowing in the container, "just rely on this to strengthen our abilities?"

The burly man stepped forward to pick up the container and looked at the slowly flowing blue in it, "That's right, this is it." A faint blue light reflected on his face, illuminating the excitement on his face at a glance, "You feel its spiritual pressure, which is countless times stronger than all of us."

"Does it have to be like this?" Tsukishima Konji stood up suddenly, facing everyone with a red face, "What is the difference between such a tsukasa and those great voids that eat people's lives."

"Huh?" Liluka showed a very disdainful expression, "What are you talking about until now, didn't you bring the person here?"

Tsukishima Konji shook his head, his face flushed, "I said, didn't you take me in for this?"

"Hey, boy," Ginjo Kugo raised his voice, "Don't you remember what you promised us, who taught you the art of completion, and who taught you the art of fighting, have you forgotten all of this?"

Tsukishima Kenji laughed, his smile a little desolate, "Of course I remember, the eldest brother took me in, you and the eldest brother taught me the skills of fighting, and you are all the people I trust the most. But that's not how it works, you left me for today, right?"

"No, you're too embarrassed to get drunk with a drink," Liluka raised an eyebrow, "You better go rest, man in the trousers."

"I'm sorry, Liluka, big brother, Ginjo," Tsukishima Konji looked at everyone with a sad expression, "I owe you a life, but I can't watch Tezuka die like this."

"Hey, Kenji Imak," Tsukishima's mood changed visibly, and Tristan put his arm on his shoulder very closely, "Listen to me." I know you've got a friendship with the Grim Reaper's agent, but he can't replace us, we're your family."

"I don't want to be strong, I just want to be a normal person." Tsukishima Konji covered his face, but laughter came from his fingers, maybe he was really drunk, "I beg you, really don't do this again. That's not the life I originally wanted, I know I'm not doing well, but I beg you, can you not disturb my life, I just want a quiet world."

"Boy!" Yincheng Kugo shouted, "It's all come to this point, do you still want to stop!"

"Why, you gave me hope, and now you want to destroy it," Tsukishima Kenji's laughter gradually turned into a cry.

Tsukishima Shukuro stood in front of Tsukishima Kenji, "yes, I'm really happy for you, Kenji Konji. It seems that you have made friends other than us, and you have learned to resist at the same time."