"Stop playing! According to the information synchronized by the Metropolitan Police Department, the last location information of the bus is near the 230 National Road not far from the lake."

After emptying the stock in his stomach, Fujiwara Takumi slowly straightened his waist and looked at the four white islands in the middle of the lake with a pale face.

"And according to the priest Kono, the Ainu people live on Benten Island in the middle of the lake..."

Then, he looked embarrassedly at the empty pier not far away: "In this weather, the scenic spot is closed and the ferries have stopped. How can I get to the island?"

In the center of Lake Toya, there are four islands in the lake called Nakashima, Kannon Island, Benten Island, and Manju Island.

From the end of April to the end of October each year, tourists can take a ferry to visit the largest island, Nakajima, and even watch the fireworks display on the cruise ship; from November to the beginning of April, the cruise ship is suspended.

At this time, due to the early arrival of the snow season, the scenic spot entered the "closed state" in advance, and the ferry naturally stopped.

"By the way, there are also water-type locomotives... uh..."

"Boom..."

Fujiwara Takukai's malicious eyes just fell on the Sengoku Samurai, and several snowballs were suddenly thrown into his face under the rotation of the crawler wheels.

"Good ice... I-I was wrong, don't, don't lose it!"

In a panic, Fujiwara fell back and fell on a "big rock" by the lake.

"Pain Pain Pain..."

When the snowflakes on the "big stone" fell sparsely, a dilapidated wooden boat covered with oil paper appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

"Isn't there a boat here? It looks like it was left by a nearby fisherman, good luck!"

Just as Fujiwara Takukai wiped off the frozen snow on his face, Sousuke Araki had already pulled the wooden boat out of the snow and pushed it towards the lake.

"You, you don't think you want to row this small sampan that may sink at any time... Someone else left this boat on the shore, maybe it has been broken..."

"I'm worried about whether it will leak or not. If you push it into the water, you won't know..."

"No problem, it works perfectly..."

Before Fujiwara Takukai finished speaking, Sousuke Araki had already jumped on the boat that seemed to be overturned at any time, and checked the wooden oar on it.

"This uncle has done 'illegal fishing' in Yokohama anyway, and boating or something is a trivial matter."

"You, are you sure..."

When Fujiwara Takumi stepped on the boat tremblingly, Sousuke Araki, who was sitting at the stern, danced the oars in his hand into an afterimage like a professional capsizer: "Sit tight!"

"Ughhhhhhh!!!"

Amid the screams of Fujiwara Takumi due to the sudden push on his back, the dilapidated wooden boat broke through the water at a speed comparable to that of a speedboat, and sprinted towards a few snow-white islands in the center of the lake...

On the moist and crystal clear sapphire, a discordant little black spot appeared.

By the lake, only the solitary warriors of the Warring States Period stood still in the wind, letting the snow cover them little by little.

…

"Hey, Lan Solan, Solan!"

The chants with lively rhythm and bold tone echoed over the empty Toya Lake.

"Solan, Solan, Solan, hey hey! A man of five feet, with high ambition and courage, riding the wind and waves to the ocean to the ocean..."

As the tall spray blasted the water, the wooden boat rode the wind and waves all the way, leaving a fine white mark on the blue gem.

"Solan, Solan, Solan, hey hey! Listen to the seagulls singing and singing, the brave fishermen love the sea and love the sea!"

At the stern of the boat, Sosuke Araki sang the passionate Hokkaido folk song "Drawing Net Minor", and the oars in his hand danced so tightly that it was hard to tell with the naked eye.

"Ahahaha, it's been a long time since I've had such a smooth stroke, speed up and speed up again!"

Takumi Fujiwara, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, had no intention of listening to his noisy singing.

"This is a volcanic lake, not the sea... Paddle slowly, it feels like the boat is about to fall apart!"

He sat pitifully in the cold wind that cut his face like a knife, clutching the sides of the boat helplessly with both hands, and watched with horror as the four islands in the lake in front of him rapidly enlarged in his sight.

If it wasn't for "processing" on the shore before boarding the boat, he should have started "roaring of the dragon" again at this moment.

"Does this muscle idiot think he is an external diesel engine..."

Fujiwara Takukai glanced back at Sousuke Araki, who was rowing happily.

"?"

The moment he turned around, small black dots like rain appeared in the sky in the distance.

"That, that is..."

I saw the dense black dots cut through the snow and hit the speeding boat at high speed.

"...Arrow?! Quick, quick turn around!"

Fujiwara Takumi finally recognized that the black dots that were constantly magnifying in front of him were actually pitch-black arrows!

"It's too late to turn around, just rush over and..."

Sousuke Araki, who was behind him, naturally noticed the abnormality in the air, and his paddling movements became more vigorous...

"Crack."

The sound of wood breaking came from behind Fujiwara Takumi.

"Idiot, the oars were cut off by you, how are you going to rush!"

Because of the excessive force, the oar in Sosuke Araki's hand actually split into two.

"Who said that it can't be used if it is broken?"

I saw Sousuke Araki's forearm muscles soaring, and the half of the oars held by both hands disappeared in an instant...

"Ugh..."

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Fujiwara Takumi, who was about to become an archery target, was knocked over to the bottom of the boat by the sudden push on his back.

"It's over, what are you singing, and now I'm going to be shot into a fishing net..."

Lying on the speeding boat, watching the arrows falling from the sky like rain, with hooks on their tails, he couldn't care about the severe pain in the back of his head, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Countless splendid "sixteen-petal eight-layer chrysanthemum patterns" spread out from his body, dyeing the entire boat and the nearby lake surface golden.

"Boom...boom...boom...boom..."

Beside his ear, the crisp sound of arrows passing through the air and shooting into the hull continued to sound.

"To die for to die for to die for... eh?"

After a long while, Takumi Fujiwara, who had turned into a hedgehog, closed his eyes and waited to die, still did not feel the pain of waiting for the arrow to penetrate his body.

The hull stopped suddenly, as if it had hit something.

"This guest, the boat is docked, do you want to continue to sleep?"

Behind him, Sousuke Araki's words made Fujiwara Takumi open his eyes in disbelief...

"I'm still alive..."

The goal is the gloomy sky with the wind and snow falling slowly.

At this moment, the wooden boat he was lying on was densely packed with at least dozens of primitive arrows made of some kind of animal tusk.

And those arrows were all sticking to his side, barely penetrating into the hull beside him, outlining a circle of "Tai"...

"This is Bentian Island?"

Carefully turning over from the arrows, what appeared in front of Fujiwara Takukai was a small island in the middle of the lake wrapped in white snow.