Running in different places, the faint words sounded behind Kengo Yamada like a shadow.

"Do you know that no matter how strong a person is, in front of the goddess, they will show a soft and warm side?"

In the Heian-kyo period, it is said that people often encountered ghosts called "Gods" when walking at night.

They like to hide behind people, murmuring to create panic, pulling people's hair from behind or wrapping them around people's necks.

"Come on, let me enter your tender and warm...give you the most pleasant way to die!! Just like those guys before..."

"Uh uh... so, have many people died under your thorns like this?"

Running to the end of the alley, "there is no way to avoid it" Yamada Kengo put his back against the wall, pretending to be interested in asking questions, but in fact he secretly sensed the other party's position.

He could have climbed over the wall, but the more and more scars on his body and the dizziness caused by the blood loss made him not plan to hide anymore.

"A lot? Ahahahaha, there are so many, I can't even count them!"

It seemed that it was rare for someone to tell the story, and "Number Nine" laughed frantically: "Up to now, you so-called righteous slayers and stupid police officers still count the deaths of those guys as what's the name of the sewers? Demolisher's head on..."

Hearing the other party's words, Yamada Kengo bowed his head silently, and anger flashed in his eyes.

"It's useless to lean against the wall. The game is over..."

With the sound of cement cracking, a pitch-black army thorn pierced the wall behind him and ran towards somewhere with precision and ferocity.

The man who claimed to "control the power of the goddess" and named "Number Nine" was able to appear behind him and launch an attack regardless of obstacles!

"Good day!!! I knew that you were always covetous no matter what..."

This time, Kengo Yamada turned around expecting the enemy to take the lead, and the mahogany sword in his hand was in front of the military thorn.

Under the collision, the electric mansions on the peach wood sword accompanied his violent power and passed along the opponent's weapon.

"...Interesting, it seems, you are different from those other guys."

With the surprised voice of "Number Nine", a pitch-black diamond-shaped military thorn spun in mid-air and inserted into the ground.

He, who had been behind Kengo Yamada, discovered that...

The tall boy in front of him closed his eyes at some point.

Can't see, simply don't see.

In the dark alley, Kengo Yamada slowly turned his body with his eyes closed, his five senses becoming more and more acute.

The dull resentment that slowly entered the man's body, the stench of blood on the black army, the potato and beef curry stained on the squeaking robe, the socks that haven't been washed in ten days, the underwear that hasn't been washed in time to cover the smell, A tissue with heather scent left in the left pocket...

Bits and pieces of information gradually converged, and the hearing, smell, touch, intuition, and inspiration that were greatly enhanced by the [Human Face Dog Collar] gradually interweaved into a multi-dimensional picture far beyond vision in his mind.

"saw you!"

A man wrapped in a black robe and wearing a strange mask was holding two diamond-shaped army thorns, floating quietly in the air with the back of his head facing him.

The rune on the mask vaguely formed the word "Nine".

In the quiet alley, the two moved at the same time.

Continuous fire and thunder, with the movements of the two, erupted in the dark!

No matter how Yamada Kengo moved, the man was always adjusting his position like a reflection in a mirror, keeping the back of his head waiting for an opportunity.

But Kengo Yamada, who closed his eyes, was like the eyes on the back of his head, always able to block the opponent's attack just right.

In the face of Yamada Kengo's heavy power and thunderous sword intent, "No. 9" also seemed to have some difficulty.

"You are an opponent worth taking seriously..."

"No. 9" opened his palms slowly, and a cloud of black gas turned into a pair of big hands, holding on to Yamada Kengo's short hair.

Pulling hair is also one of the traditional arts of the gods.

"This... Jamaica..."

In just an instant, Yamada Kengo's whole body stiffened as if he was stuck in a quagmire. His face was also pulled to a length that was long enough to be tied into a small braid because of his short hair, and his entire scalp was twisted back, showing a strangely deformed, smiling expression.

"You don't have to struggle anymore. Once you are pulled by the 'Queen God', it will be over... Before you die, I will tie a beautiful 'smiley' bun for you."

Feeling that the hair was gradually tightened, he weakly "looked" at the thick black army thorn in the opponent's hand, and attacked behind him...

The only thing Yamada Kengo can do is to follow the glorious tradition of Kendo, instinctively contract the gluteus maximus, gluteus medius, gluteus minimus, piriformis, upper and lower cochinus, obturator and quadratus femoris...

"Boom."

"Ugh..."

A huge metal collision sounded, accompanied by the scream of "Number Nine".

"Wow... I got you!"

The peach wood sword Yamada Kengo was holding in his backhand had already pinned him to the wall ruthlessly.

The power of Lei Gang on the peach wood sword was flowing along his body, causing him to be paralyzed and the "divine power" in his body dissipated instantly.

"You...how could you...my power..."

"No. 9" vomited blood, and did not care to sense the rapidly passing power in his body, but his pupils oscillated and looked at Kengo Yamada who still had his back turned to him in disbelief.

"……how is this possible!!!!"

The pair of military thorns in his hand were now twisted in the shape of an "L"~lightnovelpub.net~ and fell weakly to the ground.

The other side's torn trousers revealed a faint metallic color.

"I'm sorry, eating one cut grows one's wisdom... From the first time I encountered those strange resentful spirits to now, I have gradually realized..."

Yamada Kengo turned around and pulled out the peach wood sword, and stuck several talismans on the opponent's body with his backhand, blocking the flow of resentment in his body.

"It's not enough to stuff talismans here, there and there..."

What he wears in his sports trousers is precisely under the careful guidance of Teacher Shiben, who consumes a piece of meteorite iron, tailor-made according to his body shape in various states, personally beat, quenched, tempered and then quenched, following the ancient method. , [Tai Chi Bagua Suoyang Meteorite Pants].

"Boys are outside, they must learn to protect themselves...Wow!"

Pulling out the peach wood sword, ignoring the "No. 9" that slowly fell along the wall, Yamada Kengo rubbed his face, turned around and held the sword at the entrance of the alley on alert.

There, at some point in time, several sturdy male resentful spirits with pale faces, blood on their buttocks, and naked bodies gathered, staring at "Number Nine" on the wall with hungry and resentful eyes...

"I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry...you guys...have fun..."

Before he finished speaking, Yamada Kengo kept his feet on both sides of the wall, jumped directly over the low wall at the end of the alley, turned around and ran.

"Hey-hey……"

Seeing Yamada Kengo walking over the wall, those resentful spirits did not chase after him, but slowly surrounded "Number Nine" lying on the ground...

"You...you can't treat me like this...I'm...the goddess...aha...there..."

In the dark alley, the indescribable and tragic whisper of "Number Nine" sounded.

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