As a traitor, I should raise the banner of rebellion

"The era of [coexistence of humans and demons] lasted for a long time, and even now, there are still signs of remnants."

"And the reason for this phenomenon is Amaterasu, the leader of the Three Nobles, and the Takamagahara system established with her majesty."

"But after the collapse of the Heian period and the restoration of the government by Emperor Konoe, Amaterasu never appeared before the world again."

The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter takes place around 700 AD.

The Heian period collapsed around 1200.

That's about 500 years away.

But the disappearance of Amaterasu is obviously closely related to Emperor Konoe, otherwise there is no way to explain this coincidence.

This world is created by [Tsukuyomi].

Although it is impossible for her to completely simulate the existence of Amaterasu, even if she cannot come into contact with the sun goddess in Sakurajima mythology, she can roughly understand what kind of rules she has.

There will definitely be a battle between Minamoto no Teru and Emperor Konoe.

Before that, the more he understood the opponent's abilities, the greater Yuanhui's chances of victory would naturally be.

"You will definitely encounter sniping from her again during your trip to Sanmuhu." Sharan said worriedly. She lowered her head and gently hugged the boy's waist with her two small hands. She obviously didn't want to part with Yuanhui. "Please be careful."

Although he understood Yuanhui's abilities, he knew that ordinary monsters would have no way to do anything to him.

But the opponent this time is [Tsukuyomi], one of the three noble sons.

After [Ah Huang], she didn't do any more small actions.

But it would be too good to be true to think that she would do nothing.

Sharan hugged Yuanhui gently with some reluctance, but just when she wanted to let him go, the boy took the initiative to stretch out his hands and embraced the beautiful girl like an elf in his arms.

"I'll be careful." Along with the boy's fiery breath, his reassuring voice also rang in Sharan's ears, "Wait for me to come back."

Such a voice created ripples in Sharan's heart.

Her hands climbed up the boy's back again, like two vines entwined around a giant tree.

Her slender and petite body seemed to lose all strength in an instant, and she could only lean on the boy's chest.

"Hmm." Sharan's little nose made a coquettish snort. Before meeting Yuan Hui, she probably never thought that she would become like this?

"I'll be waiting for you at home with Mako."

"Just do your thing and don't worry about us."

Quietly absorbing the warmth from the boy's chest and responding to Yuanhui's heartbeat, Sharan used the most gentle words to express the most firm assurance.

As for the vixen who was jumping up and down in her heart and kept asking Sharan, "What about me?", Sharan Bird had obviously forgotten about it at this moment.

It is daytime now, and it is her home turf, Saran.

She never complained that only Tamamonomae could sleep with Genki, so what did the other party have to complain about?

……

……

[Ah Huang] Although it looks big and a bit clumsy, it is actually surprisingly agile.

Brown bears have exceptionally strong front legs and are the fastest of the eight bear species.

Its speed can even reach 56km/h, which is in no way inferior to a galloping horse.

With the help of [Ah Huang], Yuan Hui was able to see the wall of [Sanmuhu] in just about half a day.

Yuanhui patted Ah Huang's head, and the giant bear, which had gradually become more and more spiritual in the past three months, immediately understood what the boy meant.

It stopped beside a road made of stones and soil, then bent down, allowing the boy to easily get off its neck.

Yuanhui rubbed Ah Huang's ears soothingly, then patted his head, signaling it to stay in the nearby mountains for a while to prepare for possible accidents.

Although [Three-Bedroom House] can be considered a city, cities of this era are still surrounded by wilderness.

For [Ah Huang] who has the ability to reduce his presence, hiding his body is not a problem at all as long as he doesn't encounter any unexpected situations.

[Ah Huang] gently nudged the boy's body with his head, and even waved his claws at him in a slightly humane way, then ran towards a hill around [Sanmuto] under Yuanhui's gaze.

After watching the other party leave, Yuanhui looked towards the city standing not far away.

Humans and ghosts coexist...?

Reciting the knowledge he had learned from Sharan in his mind, Yuanhui took a step forward and walked towards it.

In this way, Sakurajima, which had originally disappeared in the long river of history, unveiled a corner of its mysterious veil to him...

……

The city of Mimuroto is naturally much more prosperous than Taketori Ogura's small village.

On both sides of the road, which is a mixture of stone and mud, wooden houses and shops are lined up.

Under the eaves of some houses, there were colorful pieces of cloth with all kinds of goods placed on the cloth - these were the stalls set up by traveling merchants.

Among them, most of the goods are dried fish, seafood and the like.

Looking around, there were no samurai with ugly Mediterranean-like hairstyles (also known as 'topknots') that often appeared in period dramas.

The reason why ugly hairstyle like the top of the head became popular was actually because of the needs of the battlefield.

On the battlefield, long hair will block the soldiers' vision and reduce their survival rate. On the other hand, if they wear a helmet with long hair, it will cause scalp inflammation due to the heat and sweating.

Because of the above reasons, soldiers initially used tweezers to pull out the hair on the top of their heads. However, this was painful and inconvenient, so they finally just shaved it off, and topknots became popular.

After the rise of the samurai class, ordinary men also began to admire the samurai, so they began to imitate this hairstyle that only samurai would shave.

This is what made the topknot popular.

In fact, not only Sakurajima, but some nomadic peoples also adopt similar hairstyles.

The most well-known one is probably the long braid that is indispensable in Qing Dynasty dramas.

Yuanhui did not go to find Saibe Akita immediately, but instead wandered around the city.

He looked around, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

But in fact, Yuanhui was already secretly surprised.

In just a short while, he, who was extremely sensitive to strange smells, had already discovered three or four strange creatures mixed in the crowd.

They disguise themselves as humans, and their actions and words are exactly like humans.

But when they looked at humans, the greed and desire in their eyes revealed their true identities.

However, these monsters seemed to have some reservations and did not eat the food that was right within reach.

Is it because of the rules?

But it doesn't seem like it.

It would be fine if there were only one or two.

Now it seems that all the weirdness is like this.

Is this the so-called "Takamagahara" system's restraint on weirdness? Or...

At this moment, Yuan Hui's footsteps paused slightly.

Although he didn't look back, his extremely keen perception had already told him one thing -

He has been followed!

One hundred and three, the time of the devil! (2/2)

When creating this world, [Tsukuyomi] was undoubtedly extremely attentive.

From all aspects, she seems to have a strange obsession, wanting to move Sakurajima around 700 AD to this world and have it repeat itself over and over again during this period of time.

According to Tamamonomae, the use of "Kaguya-sama's Dream" as a ritual for selecting shrine maidens seems to have started very early.

The scene of "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter" has been repeated countless times in her eyes.

Wouldn't she get bored of watching just this one play all the time?

Or does [Tsukuyomi] have a reason to do this, and want to use this method to achieve some purpose that only she knows?

At present, Genki still doesn't know what the purpose of this goddess who was described as "gloomy" by Tamamonomae is.

He doesn't have time to think about this problem now.

because--

He was now trapped in a remote alley.

To be precise, they are a group of ruffians holding a few knives that are broken but still powerful enough to intimidate people.

However, this is ancient Sakurajima, so we should follow the local customs and call them "ronin".

These ronin were the ones that Yuanhui had detected were following him.

To these idle hooligans, Yuan Hui, a stranger from another place, was undoubtedly a fat sheep that was easy to target.

Even in modern times, extortion is common, not to mention in ancient Sakurajima more than 1,300 years ago.

"Hey, old man." The leader waved the 'long sword' in his hand (if that pile of junk was really worthy of being called that) towards Yuanhui in a threatening manner, and said in a dialect with a strong local flavor, "I haven't seen you before. Where are you from?"

Obviously, this prototype of the Sakurajima gang has not yet learned how to use [tongue flick] to communicate with others.

This made Yuanhui a little disappointed.

Yuan Hui is no longer surprised that he appears to be an old man in front of other people.

It seemed as if there was a label on me that only the characters in the play could recognize. In the eyes of these people, I was indeed an old grandfather who was probably in his seventies.

It was actually the same in his own village before, so Yuan Hui was somewhat used to it.

"I'm from the country." Yuan Hui took a step back to avoid the stench coming out of the mouth of the person in front of him.

Although people of this era already knew how to gargle with salt water and had tools for brushing their teeth, those were things only the nobles could enjoy, and obviously had nothing to do with the group of thugs in front of Yuanhui.

But such an action was obviously regarded by this group of scoundrels as a subconscious action of fear.

Seeing this, these people became noticeably braver and threatened Yuan Hui again.

"Old man, do you know that this [Three-room Household] is our territory?" The leader seemed to be able to become the leader because of his mouth. "We are the ones who protect the safety of this area. Otherwise, the demons would have captured you and eaten your heart and liver long ago!"

"..." Yuan Hui didn't say anything.

He just glanced at the people in this group, who were wearing scanty clothes and had pale faces.

Such behavior alone is enough to detonate these people's already fragile self-esteem.

"It seems that you don't understand our hard work." The leader showed a cruel look on his face, and the threat in his tone became stronger. "Then there is no other way. I can only change the way to get what we want from you."

This guy's negotiation style is really full of typical black area flavor.

Although times have changed, the thoughts of these rats in the sewers are indeed consistent.

Is this what it means to be a dog that can't stop eating shit?

Yuanhui sighed slightly in his heart.

Residents of the black zone believe that violence cannot solve all problems, but it can solve most problems, and if a problem can be solved with violence, it will not be solved in a more troublesome way.

To Yuanhui, this style of behavior is naturally barbaric, unconstructive, and even "suspicious in terms of IQ level."

But in the final analysis, if these people understood what "more constructive communication" meant and could learn to "solve problems in a civilized manner", they would not have fallen into the black zone at all.

The black zone has never been a high-end place, and visionary people will never use it as a starting line.

If ordinary people only know about the Black Zone through "dark fictional stories", they may imagine another society that combines "violent aesthetics", "black humor" and "evil romance".

But in reality: there is only violence, no aesthetics; only darkness, no humor; only evil, no romance. It is not even "another society", but just a particularly dirty and smelly local circle.

Because Yuanhui himself had stayed in this so-called black area for a long time, he naturally knew what kind of people these were.

To be honest, the people he had dealt with before were either weird or spirit binders.

Meeting this group of scum at the bottom of society after a long time even made Yuanhui feel an inexplicable sense of nostalgia.

However, although this group of people are rotten, they are still useful.

Otherwise, after Yuan Hui discovered that he was being followed, he would not have "accidentally" walked into this remote alley and been blocked by this group of people.

Thinking this, Yuan Hui reached out his hand to the group of people...