Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

It's really hard not to like such a gentle and optimistic girl.

"Zouyin, get ready to leave."

Ignoring Zoun's discontented complaints, Yato, wearing the combat uniform provided by the organization, strode forward.

Before leaving, his black combat uniform surged and transformed into the tracksuit that Yato usually wore.

Although it is essentially a combat suit, Yato says he finds this look more pleasing to the eye.

"Ok."

Putting her hand down, Kanade quickly followed Yato's steps.

For Kanade, wherever Yato goes is where she goes.

Because her world revolves around Yato.

Chapter 760, Section 781: Yato Falls from the Sky

Hachihara is a small town located in Kumamoto.

Although it is a city, it is more like a large town in terms of scale.

Compared to the already dazzling neon lights of Tokyo and the Shinto atmosphere of Kyoto.

Everything here seems to have remained at the beginning of this century.

This tranquil town boasts vast stretches of dense forests and babbling brooks that, for Tokyoites, only exist in photographs and paintings.

Everything seemed so wonderful.

But this peace was shattered not long ago.

A strange group of people gathered in this peaceful town.

At first, the townspeople didn't pay much attention.

It wasn't until later that curious young people in the town tried to reach out to them.

More and more young people began to join that so-called sect.

At first there were only one or two, then ten, then twenty.

During this period, many people expressed their resistance and incomprehension, but those people later either died or disappeared, or fell into madness due to prolonged nightmares.

He disappeared not long after being sent to a mental hospital.

A shadow loomed over the town.

Some people tried to escape the town, but all failed.

They were all quickly apprehended and brought back.

Some people tried contacting each other online, and the results were obvious.

After being caught, he was severely beaten and then sent to a building in the town center, where he never came out again.

Some of it resembles the People's Temple incident that actually happened.

In 1953, priest Jim Jones founded the People's Temple in Bald Eagle under the guise of helping the homeless, the unemployed, and the sick.

The sect's tenets are 'people,' 'love,' and 'help.'

But in reality, evil and darkness lurk behind it.

The founder, Jones, used ignorance to control his followers, leading them to build their own town and maintain their position with armed force.

In the town, Jones enjoyed a god-like status.

They hold the power of life and death over believers and can enjoy everything at will.

He controlled everything in the town, just like a true god.

Later, due to an accident, the news leaked.

A reporter stumbled upon this dark secret, gathered evidence, and quickly fled this den of iniquity.

Upon discovering the reporter's presence, Jones, as the sect's bishop, unhesitatingly dispatched armored vehicles to pursue him all the way to the airport and shot him dead.

Knowing he had no way out, Jones used a combination of coaxing, deception, and force to kill all 913 of his followers.

Thus, the People's Temple, listed as one of the world's ten most evil organizations, came to an end.

The situation that the town of Hachihara is facing now is so similar to that of the town back then.

The town's residents lived in fear and suffering.

At this moment, the 'reporter' who brings hope has quietly arrived.

"What an unpleasant atmosphere."

Standing in the shadows at the edge of the forest, Yato's icy blue eyes silently gazed upon the town.

There was a scent in there that made him very uncomfortable, yet it was also very familiar.

He had previously followed this scent across most of Japan.

But they failed to catch the other side's weakness.

At first, he found it very difficult to understand.

But after Luo Zhen followed the wisp of black energy he brought back and invaded in reverse, he seemed to have found the answer to the problem.

A god who wields his power through dreams?

What a troublesome guy.

With a sigh, Yato seemed to understand something.

This is indeed not his forte.

Although this guy initially needed blood as a medium to spread his power.

But if there were such a group of fanatical believers, it would be understandable.

Yato himself is also a god.

Fanatics are people like that.

If you have faith in yourself, that's wonderful.

But believing in a different god can be very distressing.

These guys' mouths are really as tight as if they were zipped up.

Without using some special methods, it's impossible to get the other party to reveal any information.

Yes, most of the fanatics Yato encountered were believers in other gods.

He himself is hardly a fanatic, let alone a believer.

When is Yato planning to make his move?

A hint of reluctance flashed in Kanade's eyes as she stood beside Yato.

Kind-hearted as she was, she felt some sympathy and pity for what was happening here.

"Of course now."

His icy blue eyes flickered, and Yato spoke in a low, eerie tone.

He harbored a great deal of resentment towards these guys.

Seeing Yato extend his hand, Kanade naturally placed her small hand on Yato's palm.

After passing through Guanghua, the gentle girl who always wore a long dress disappeared from the spot.

Instead, Yato wielded a long, sharp blade.

Compared to those weapons that exude a cold and ferocious aura.

The long blade formed from the sound of the music resembles a slender conductor's baton or a violin bow.

It has lost some of its fierceness and gained some gentleness.

Holding this long sword, Yato looks like an artist standing on a stage, ready to put on a grand performance.

The fierce aura emanating from him dissipated quietly under the influence of this long blade.

But this does not mean that Yato's edge has faded.

On the contrary, at this moment, Yato felt a flame burning inside his heart.

"Let's go together."

Holding his long sword, Yato spoke softly.

Actually, Yato initially hoped to contract another divine weapon.

After all, we'll be using the weapon that this child has become to fight.

Yato always felt that he would taint this child, who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, with some dirty colors.

However, after a serious heart-to-heart talk with Zoune, he chose to continue using Zoune in the fight.

If nothing unexpected happens, the two should spend a long time together, right?

Perhaps, we'll just keep going like this.

If that's the case, it might be quite nice.

Gripping his long sword tightly, Yato lowered his eyes.

A gentle breeze rustled through the branches and leaves.

Yato, who had been hiding in the shade of the tree, had disappeared from the spot at some point.

On the other side, in the buildings in the town center—

"It's almost time."

A man dressed in a European medieval-style robe stands on a high platform.

In the altar before him was a pool of dark red blood.

Behind him were a group of believers with fanatical expressions on their faces.

This group of people, like the men on the platform, were all dressed in long robes.

Some people's robes were stretched high, and some inhuman features could be seen in the shadows.

Turning around, the man on the platform looked down at the crowd of believers below and a smug smile crept onto his lips.

Then it quickly returned to normal.

He knew very well where everything he had came from.

Clearing his throat, the man opened his mouth, ready to say something.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, a cold voice came from above.

Are you having a meeting?

"How about you take me with you?"

The next moment, a chilling glint of blade light appeared.

Chapter 761, Section 782: Investigator Sakamoto, Ready

Under the broken eaves, scarlet blood flowed down the steps.

Below the platform lay countless corpses, killed in a single blow.

The still-warm blood gathered in one place and flowed slowly downwards.

A faint crimson light appeared and then quickly disappeared.

Perhaps it's just an illusion.

On the high platform, Yato, expressionless, stepped on the face of a man in a long robe whose limbs and meridians had been severed.

The icy blue pupils reflected a blinding crimson.

Unconsciously, Yato increased the pressure of his feet, ignoring the man's groans as he quietly pondered.