Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

He looks like a mentally challenged child who had a stroke that was finally cleared after ten years.

It doesn't look like a deity at all.

The music playing nearby had become commonplace.

After all, that's just how Yato is.

Although he doesn't have the majesty of those legendary gods, he's more like a somewhat decadent ordinary person.

But it was precisely this kind of night battle that made her feel close to him.

Perhaps this is what it means for humanity to outweigh divinity.

After all, if it weren't for faith, no one would like a distant and indifferent god.

At least that's how the notes are played.

She really likes Yato now.

"Very well, now it's my turn, Yato the Great..."

Before Yato could finish speaking, he had just rolled up his sleeves when he heard a loud bang.

Two intertwined humanoid unidentified objects suddenly appeared out of thin air and then fell into Yato's shrine like shooting stars.

A huge cloud of smoke rose as the two unidentified objects fell.

Two figures could be vaguely seen fighting fiercely in the smoke and dust.

The once exquisite shrine was instantly transformed into the center of a battlefield.

Yato's smile gradually froze.

Then it gradually became gloomy.

Today should have been a very happy day for Yato, that's how it was supposed to be.

But this is what happened.

It's really unpleasant.

A visible black mist appeared around Yato.

His icy blue pupils were filled with chill.

"Play the note."

Yato reached out his hand to his side, his voice chillingly cold.

In a daze, it seemed that the Night God, who had been slaughtering madly on the battlefield, had returned.

No, it should be said that the Night God has never left.

Yato is the same as Yabu.

Yato simply buried that part of his past deep in his heart.

Kanade silently placed her hand on Yato's hand.

She could understand Yato's feelings perfectly.

Owning his own shrine is Yato's dream.

She poured her heart and soul into this shrine.

The moment Zou's hand touched Yato's palm, a faint light enveloped his body.

The next moment, the girl transformed into an elegant longsword in Yato's hand.

The longsword formed from the sound of the music looks more like a work of art presented in the form of a longsword than a weapon.

But the chilling glint of the blade proved that this was a real murder weapon.

Gripping his long sword tightly, Yato, with an icy expression, charged silently into the shrine, heading straight for the smoke and dust.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the battle between the two figures was reaching a fever pitch.

The wooden sword and the tin staff collided in mid-air.

Despite being made of wood, it showed no signs of cracking.

Even in multiple collisions, it held its own.

"You guy..."

Holding the wooden sword, Sakata Gintoki's face was extremely grim.

The guy in front of me, who calls himself Nightmare, was an enemy of Gintoki and his friends during the Joui War.

The use of a curse called Gu poison, also known as the White Curse.

The symptoms include the gradual loss of pigmentation in the hair all over the body, turning it white, and the infected person will die within half a month.

Sakata Gintoki clearly remembered that this guy had already been killed.

But this guy reappeared ten years later.

And once again, the curse began to spread.

Calling it a curse isn't quite accurate.

Because it has been confirmed in the future that this so-called curse is actually a type of nanorobot.

None of the above are important.

Importantly, due to a series of coincidences, Sakata Gintoki travels to a world five years in the future.

There was no trace of me in that world; it seemed I had disappeared long ago while investigating something on my own, and there had been no contact with anyone since.

If that were all, Sakata Gintoki wouldn't be in a hurry.

After all, family members know best about their own affairs.

He wouldn't care even if his future self died in some accident.

That's just his personality.

However, what Gintoki Sakata could not accept was that Taeya Shimura had been infected with the White Curse.

Life has come to an end.

You seem to be in a hurry.

Is it because of my own powerlessness?

A hoarse voice came from beneath the white bandages covered in incantations.

It was as if it was mocking Sakata Gintoki's powerlessness.

It also seems to be alluding to something.

Gritting his teeth, Sakata Gintoki did not reply.

His scarlet pupils were filled with murderous intent.

very familiar.

This guy feels so familiar!

The more the fight went on, the more Sakata Gintoki sensed something was wrong.

Fighting this guy gave him a very familiar feeling.

He is not the same guy from the anti-foreign war period.

It's something closer.

Including the sound just now.

Although he couldn't remember the voice of that guy from back then, Sakata Gintoki was certain that it was definitely not the voice of the guy now.

But for a moment he couldn't recall where this feeling of familiarity came from.

This feeling made him extremely anxious.

He also noticed the difference in the surrounding scenery.

This is!

As if he had just thought of something, Sakata Gintoki's pupils suddenly contracted.

A look of joy appeared in his eyes.

Before Sakata Gintoki could say anything, a figure suddenly burst through the smoke and dust and rushed into the battlefield between the two.

"What are you doing in someone else's shrine?"

A faint voice drifted over, accompanied by a bone-chilling cold.

Sakata Gintoki and Enma were startled and instinctively jumped back, holding their weapons horizontally in front of them.

The two were moving in perfect unison.

Sakata Gintoki also noticed this.

But there's no time to think about it now.

A dazzling flash of light appeared, and immense force emanated from the Lake Toya sword in his hand.

The wooden sword in my hand almost flew out.

They retreated dozens of steps before stopping.

As soon as I stood up, I saw a young man in sportswear raise a long knife in his hand.

"Let's fight quickly."

To prevent the shrine from suffering further damage.

Yato decided to quickly eliminate these two unknown individuals.

According to the investigator's code of conduct, investigators can decide their own attitude towards the enemy when they encounter unexpected anomalies.

Should we contain them, or kill them on the spot?

The investigator can choose to do so while ensuring their safety.

Chapter 1134 Familiar Faces

Inside the newly completed Yato Shrine, two similar-looking figures were kicked out of the torii gate in an rather unseemly manner.

It rolled several times on the ground before stopping.

After landing, the two didn't rush to look up at the person who had kicked them away; instead, they immediately swung their weapons at the people around them.

"Are they fighting like dogs?"

The long, slender blade in his hand, resembling a harp bow, gleamed with a sharp, cold light.

Just like the expression on Yato's face at this moment.

At this moment, Yato showed absolutely no trace of his usual unreliable Five Elements God.

Rather, he is a true war god who fought his way out of the battlefield.

Looking at the two guys in front of him, Yato frowned slightly.

I have a feeling that something's off about these two guys.

But Yato couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about it.

"never mind."

Gripping his long sword tightly, Yato leaped up and plunged into the center of the battlefield between the two.

A sharp slash separated the two.

The fake martial god: He's willing to do anything, whether it's finding a cat or kicking a dog, as long as he has five yuan.

A true god of war: He can charge into battle against any enemy, no matter how many.

Yato kicked the guy with the tin staff away, and thought to himself:

After I've wiped you all out, I'll explore the differences between you.

With his eyelids slightly lowered, Yato continuously swung his long sword, leaving sharp slashes in the air.

It looked as if a huge, airtight net had enveloped Sakata Gintoki and Enma.