Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

In the comics, Deadpool is able to revive unharmed even if he is sucked into a black hole and crushed into mincemeat.

I vaguely remember that Deadpool was favored by the Goddess of Death, and then cursed by Thanos, who also loved the Goddess of Death.

You will never die, so you will never see the goddess of death.

Is this really a curse?

"Phew, I escaped a disaster."

Deadpool breathed a sigh of relief, having narrowly escaped death.

That was terrifying! Suddenly, a person with nine tails appeared.

And their strength is so great.

"Go back and tell Luo Zhen about this right away. This is no longer my responsibility."

While muttering to himself, he retracted his buttocks, which had detached from his body due to an error in traversing space.

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"Hey."

"Done. That's my style."

What would be fatal to a normal person is like a scraped finger to Deadpool, nothing to worry about.

In the short time it took to speak, the wound had already healed, and there was no trace of the injury whatsoever.

After wiggling her hips to make sure she hadn't grown crooked, she strode gracefully to hail a taxi.

They look just like models on a runway.

Although he also wanted to use the belt to teleport, Deadpool briefly lost trust in the belt after what had just happened.

Oh, dear belt.

You are no longer the child I love most.

I might favor you again after some time.

but not now.

Meanwhile, the filming for the day at Soubu High School has just finished.

"Thank you all for your hard work."

The portly director chuckled as he spoke to the group.

He looks like a kind-faced Maitreya Buddha.

But who knows what happens in private?

Anyway, these directors seem to be doing pretty fancy things.

Big directors play big games, small directors play small games.

This does not refer to age.

The director is quite satisfied with today's filming results.

Of course, there's nothing you can do if you're not satisfied, as these people are all incredibly famous.

If a conflict were to actually occur, one cannot make it public.

He didn't want to be attacked by those brainless fans and then harassed offline.

Some extreme fans do more than just cyberbullying; smashing windows and throwing dead cats are commonplace for them.

If you run into a madman who shoots you, you're doomed.

"The director from the mountain village has also worked hard."

Having changed into his own casual clothes, Hikaru Kamiki chatted happily with the director.

Despite being so young, she was able to have a very congenial conversation with an older director.

They can discuss any topic, and even talk about some knowledge related to the field of directing.

This surprised the director somewhat.

On the other side, Mai Sakurajima, who had just finished filming, glanced at Hikaru Kamiki, who was talking to the director.

I glanced again at the Backstreet Girls, who were about to get into their car and leave.

After hesitating for a moment, she quickly stepped forward, whispered a few words to Tachibana Mari, and then left swiftly.

As she turned around, Mai Sakurajima seemed to see Hikaru Kamiki glance in their direction unintentionally.

Her ambiguous smile startled Mai Sakurajima.

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"Damn humans!!"

After Deadpool left, Hagoromo Gitsune vented her anger on the shrine, which was already almost a ruin.

But what's the use of that?

It's nothing but impotent rage.

In the eyes of Hagoromo Gitsune, an old-fashioned yokai who has lived for a very long time, humans are nothing more than food and convenient tools to provide a source of power.

They can be subdued with just a little bit of force.

Therefore, Hagoromo Gitsune never really cared about humans; in fact, she considered them to be lowly creatures.

Her original curse on Nurarihyon, who had ruined her plans and even killed her, was that from now on, the Nurarihyon bloodline could only reproduce with humans, and the Nurarihyon bloodline would slowly become extinct.

If you really just want to eradicate the Nurarihyon bloodline, your intuition is that cursing the other person into being unable to have offspring would be enough.

But she cursed in a slightly roundabout way instead.

Of course, part of the reason might be that Hagoromo Gitsune was in a near-death state at the time and could not complete the curse, so she could only go around in circles.

After a while, Hagoromo Gitsune finally calmed down, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.

Although I'm angry, there are more important things to do now.

That means leaving this place as soon as possible.

Before he left, that bastard in the red and black bodysuit said something like, "I hope we meet again at the shelter."

Although Hagoromo Gitsune couldn't understand what a so-called containment facility was.

But judging from the literal meaning, it probably isn't a good place.

"Damn human, I'll tear you to pieces the next time I see you."

"Then I'll tear your rotten mouth apart and throw it into the doghouse."

Looking back, Hagoromo Gitsune said resentfully.

In that brief battle, which could hardly be called a battle.

What impressed me most about Hagoromo Gitsune was Deadpool's incessantly chattering mouth.

That bastard's mouth is like a garbage dump; there's always some rubbish pouring out of that lousy mouth.

It's so irritating that you just want to twist his head off and shove it into his anus to shut him up forever.

In a sense, Deadpool's sharp tongue is far more useful than any taunt skill.

The moment he opens his mouth, you just want to punch him.

Just as Hagoromo Gitsune was about to leave, a voice came from behind her.

Regarding the last sentence, I agree with you.

"Who?!"

Her fair hands were entangled with demonic power, and the Feathered Fox suddenly turned around.

The claw-like hand swept through the air, and if it touched a person's body, it would instantly slash several hideous wounds.

But this fierce attack landed on empty air.

In Hagoromo Gitsune's view, the shrine remained completely empty.

She even perceived herself as the only person in the shrine.

There is no second person.

But that sound was real.

She wouldn't do something as foolish as deceiving herself and forcibly attributing the sound she just heard to an illusion.

These kinds of idiots usually die pretty quickly.

"Who am I? Just a Kamen Rider passing by."

"Perhaps you could say that."

A man's voice echoed across the ruins.

A cold-gleaming iron fan suddenly shot out from one of Hagoromo Gitsune's tails.

Her delicate little hand caught it, and though it was just a gentle fan, the storm it stirred up created a scene of natural disaster.

The already dilapidated shrine has now truly been reduced to ruins.

The originally dilapidated temple was instantly reduced to shattered bricks and tiles scattered on the ground.

Even so, Hagoromo Tsurugi was unable to find the source of the sound.

It was as if the voice came from another dimension.

“That’s really too much.”

"If scholars who like to research folklore and culture saw this, they would be scorned."

The voice rang out again, this time very close to Hagoromo Gitsune.

She was certain that the owner of the voice was right behind her, no more than five meters away.

This distance is practically negligible for a powerful yokai like Hagoromo Gitsune.

'Go to hell with regret; this is the price you pay for toying with me.'

The katana that had appeared before reappeared, its blade enveloped in immense demonic power.

The already sharp blade was now capable of slicing through anything that stood in its path.

Whether it's a person, an object, or even the hardest steel, it will be cut in two by this sharp strike.

With a scarlet light flashing in her eyes, Hagoromo Gitsune looked nothing like the word "elegant" at this moment.

It looks just like a fox hunting its prey in nature.

His pupils were filled with a cunning and bloodthirsty glint.

After all, that's what foxes are.

The wrist gripping the katana rotated, making what was clearly a terrifyingly deadly strike appear like a dance.

The sharp glint of the blade was almost dazzling to onlookers.

It resembles a waning moon on an autumn night, or a stream in winter.

Cool and beautiful.

'Go to hell!'

Hagoromo Gitsune clearly had studied swordsmanship; when she swung her sword, she didn't just move her arm in a simple motion.

Simply swinging a knife with arm strength doesn't actually cause much damage.

Moreover, the force originates from the waist, utilizing all the strength of the upper body.

However, at the very moment that Hagoromo Gitsune confidently turned around...

A hand came into her line of sight.

The hand didn't look special; it was just an ordinary hand.

He had neither striking skin color nor any other unusual features.