Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"This is?"

A white business card floated gently through the air and landed in Hori Kyoko's hand.

It was as if it had been precisely calculated, with no error whatsoever.

"What? What kind of god is this?"

"What other contact numbers do you have?"

Looking at the information on the business card, Hori Kyoko said with some disdain.

It wasn't that she didn't know English, but rather that the English text at the beginning seemed to have been blurred by water stains, making it difficult to read.

Yato, who was sitting by the roadside, paused in his fiddle with the business card, then casually pulled out a piece of paper that had been given out at the supermarket entrance during a discount sale.

The girl with long blonde hair next to him pursed her lips, seemingly trying to suppress a laugh.

"It seems that as long as you give five yuan and make a wish, your wish will be granted."

Due to the angle, Izumi Miyamura was able to see the information on the back of the business card.

To be honest, he thought it was quite unreliable.

Assuming this is true, he could simply take five dollars and make a wish, asking this deity to rob five million.

"makes sense."

Holding the business card, Hori Kyoko agreed.

She has never really believed in gods or ghosts.

On the contrary, Miyamura gets terribly scared every time he watches a horror movie, and he even feels that ghosts exist.

"Hey Miyamura, do you want to give it a try?"

"Eh? That's fine too."

After thinking about it, Izumi Miyamura did not refuse.

After pulling out a five-yuan coin from his bag, he clasped his hands together in prayer position, closed his eyes, and said:

"This... Night God, please help heal my body."

In fact, neither Izumi Miyamura nor Kyoko Hori took this so-called deity seriously.

After all, no god recruits workers by handing out business cards.

It's still this kind of business card that looks cheap and poorly made.

But something unexpected happened.

"I have heard your wish."

A figure in a black tracksuit leaped down from above, the white scarf around its neck rustling in the air.

Their icy blue eyes met Miyamura Izumi's astonished gaze.

"Play the note."

With a wave of his hand, the god named Yato shouted.

Upon hearing the call, the girl standing by the roadside instantly transformed into a longsword in Yato's hand.

Compared to normal swords, this longsword is noticeably narrower, and the hilt is decorated with some gold accents.

It doesn't feel like a murder weapon, but rather a masterpiece full of artistry.

It was less a murder weapon and more like the baton waved by an elegant musician.

"Shh-"

With a flash of light, before Miyamura Izumi and Hori Kyoko could react, Yato had already completed the actions of drawing, swinging, and sheathing his sword.

An indescribable voice sounded behind Izumi Miyamura.

Out of the corner of their eyes, the two could barely catch a glimpse of something turning to ashes.

Even a fleeting glimpse left a deep impression on the two of them.

"What is that...?"

The two stood there, stunned.

What just happened was somewhat beyond their comprehension.

"Finish."

When she released her grip, the longsword returned to its original form, reverting to the shape of the young girl.

She smiled shyly at the two of them and then retreated behind Yato.

"I have fulfilled your wish."

Yato stuffed the five-yen coin into his pocket and looked at the two of them.

Miyamura Izumi's wish is to recover her health.

The thing that was attached to his back was what caused his physical discomfort.

Once that problem is solved, Miyamura Izumi will naturally be fine too.

"If you need any help in the future, just call my name, although I may not be able to hear you."

"As for phone calls, let's leave that for now. I don't have a working phone right now."

After arriving in this world, Yato's original phone stopped working.

He saved up money for a long time to buy that.

Penniless, he experienced this strange world and eventually returned to his old profession.

Although the world seemed normal, he always felt that something was wrong.

But it doesn't matter. As long as he continues his previous work, those guys who may or may not even exist will naturally come knocking on his door.

As for this divine artifact called 'Zouyin', he named and adopted it after he came into this world.

It just so happened that his original artifact had resigned and left, so Yato naturally gave a name to the girl who had just died.

Currently, the two get along very well.

In a place unnoticed by two people: a god, a divine artifact, and a divine instrument.

A camera is silently watching what is happening here.

"Tsk, making it sound like I'm some kind of voyeur."

Luo Zhen, who was watching the surveillance camera, curled his lip.

There are more and more strange and unusual people around.

Chapter 275 Misunderstanding. Okay, it wasn't a misunderstanding.

"Miyamura? Miyamura?"

A familiar voice came from beside her ear, and Miyamura Izumi, who had just come to her senses, stared blankly at the face that was less than two centimeters away from her.

He had seen that face countless times in the past few months.

But no matter how you look at it, you never seem to get tired of it.

He wished this moment could last forever if he could.

"I'm talking to you, Miyamura?"

"What's wrong, Hori-kun?"

Rubbing her temples, Miyamura Izumi asked with some doubt.

Although the two are now very close and have even implicitly agreed that the other is their future partner.

However, the two of them still addressed each other as they originally did.

Hori Kyoko called him Miyamura.

He called her Kyoko Hori.

"It seems like you've been spacing out since the beginning."

Kyoko Hori, dressed in casual home clothes, sat down next to Izumi Miyamura with some concern and asked.

Kyoko Hori had never really trusted this guy.

"Have it?"

"some."

Seeing Hori Kyoko's confident expression, Miyamura Izumi was at a loss for words.

I could only laugh it off and change the subject.

"I suddenly feel much better. Is it because my cold is gone?"

Miyamura Izumi said with some confusion.

This cold came on strangely and went away strangely as well.

I felt inexplicably unwell, and then inexplicably got better.

Shaking his head, Izumi Miyamura didn't take the matter too seriously.

After all, boys of this age rarely go to the hospital if they feel even slightly unwell.

Except for those who want to skip class.

"really?"

Hori Kyoko said with some surprise, placing her palm on Miyamura Izumi's forehead.

My whole body leaned forward unconsciously.

The two people's posture looked somewhat ambiguous.

By the time Kyoko Hori realized what was happening, she had been in that position for several seconds.

A blush of shyness rose on both of their faces.

"Kyoko, Mom..."

Just then, Hori Kyoko's mother, Hori Yuriko, pushed open the door and walked in.

What came into view were two people with flushed faces, in a very ambiguous posture.

The air seemed to have become quiet.

Looking at the scenery before her, Hori Yuriko hesitated for two seconds before speaking rapidly:

"I'm sorry, Kyoko, Mom has some things to do at work, so I won't be home tonight."

"I'll take Chuangtai out for dinner, and he can stay at the hotel with me tonight."

After saying that, he quickly closed the door, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

It seems there's been a misunderstanding.

"I said!"

Kyoko Hori, realizing what was happening, weakly reached out her hand.

What is this?

Before she could explode, the sound of footsteps began again.

She opened the door a crack, and Hori Yuriko poked her head out with a mysterious smile.

"Oh, right, Kyoko, don't forget this."

After leaving behind a box of mysterious items, Hori Yuriko quickly departed.

The voices of Hori Sota and Hori Kyosuke could still be faintly heard from the entrance hall.

"Huh? I finally get to come home, but I can't even go inside?!"

"Mom is a bad person."

"Quiet down, all of you! This is about whether Yicheng can become a member of our family!"