You tell me, this is called daily youth?

boom!

A gust of wind interrupted Sakayanagi's words. She held down her hat as a shadow flew low over the dark mountains. She immediately understood why Yuki had to start early.

Was this an attempt to reduce the number of men in advance? To seize the initiative even at the risk of being immediately surrounded?

Arisu Sakayanagi lowered his hand and gave a faint smile.

Hey, Long Yuan and the others are going to suffer.

......

After all, it was not a real combat, so the people in the academy were not too nervous and were ready to teach him a lesson.

So when they dispersed, they did not hide their tracks. The beautiful Chabashira Sae walked in the canyon, bypassing the bushes that would tear their black stockings, and her body was glowing.

The mental communication was established, and in this huge mountain range, she could feel the positions of her 11 companions, and then all kinds of chaotic voices came.

"The teacher is cheating again. Now that the mind communication is established, how can others play?"

"Shut up, we can all hear you. Everyone, focus, I don't want to hear disgusting secrets."

"Haha, you mean about Sudou not wearing any underwear?"

"Hey, you really want to increase the difficulty by causing internal strife, right?"

Chabashira felt dizzy from the noise, so he snorted, which gave all the links a splitting headache as if it were a mental shock. With the reminder of "Chabashira teacher is angry", the place suddenly became much quieter.

"Everyone, be serious. This is our first mock battle with our allies, so don't embarrass yourself." Chabashi Sae smiled faintly, enjoying this energetic feeling. No one was overly distorted by the reincarnation game, and this was her motivation to maintain the team.

Everything is completely different, and yet everything remains the same.

"Once we start, I'll mark the coordinates, and then everyone will gather at those coordinates. We'll search for him in groups of three."

"Why not stick together?" someone asked.

"That's too inefficient, and don't you think it's bullying? Ryuuen-san used his intuition to calculate that he doesn't have overwhelming strength. Of course, his aura is a bit intimidating, so we have to be careful."

Chabashi Sae's words caused a burst of laughter. As a professional player, although he laughed, his attitude was still very serious.

They began to divide into groups without drawing lots. Each group went through more than two copies of tasks together, and they had absolute coordination and complementary skills.

"Yukimura-kun, come find me later. We'll find a place to hide and I'll give everyone the command."

"Okay, Chabashira-sensei."

The woman was clearly familiar with the situation. She arranged a few more people and said slowly, "Horikita-san, please deploy the soul network to detect that person's whereabouts and report back to me promptly."

"But we haven't dispersed completely yet, and the time hasn't come yet. Is there any need for us to cheat?" the indifferent girl reminded.

"Horikita, don't you have ears? That guy clearly said 'start now', there's no need to wait."

"Ryuen, you just want an internal conflict, right? Fine, after we deal with him, we'll continue."

"You underestimate him. Believe me, this guy is very evil."

The rest of the people kept silent, just watching the two sworn enemies quarreling with each other. It was only when Chabashi Sae sent a mental shock as punishment that her mental network did not become a chat room.

"Listen to me and unfold it."

"Yes, Chabashira-sensei." Horikita Suzune answered reluctantly, stepped onto the top of the mountain, and embraced the black mountains.

The soul network has expanded to its maximum range.

Invisible energy scattered and swept quickly across the grass, trees, mountains and rivers, leaving no living creature undetectable. It was surprisingly useful in this copy without any additional creatures.

The fog of the battlefield was cleared, and the nearby soul light spots appeared in her mind. The cold black-haired girl raised her chin, revealing a hint of pride, but soon, the expression on her face froze in an instant.

A soul light point was moving rapidly, ignoring the complex terrain and heading straight for the teammates in the center. And following that familiar soul aura——

"Chabashira-sensei, he's here!"

"Dare you start early? Don't panic, where is she going?"

Chabashira Sae turned her head while trying to comfort him. She heard the sound of "dong dong dong" like a herd of animals, and Horikita's last words.

"It's for you!"

Before he could finish his words, a figure wrapped in thick gray fog appeared above the canyon. Chazhu's eyes widened slowly, not understanding why they came looking for him right away.

I was clearly in the center of the queue, Sudo and the others were clearly closer, and they would soon be surrounded if they tried to deal with me.

"Everyone, come to me quickly..."

boom!boom!

Without saying a word, Yuki raised his hand and fired two shots from his shotgun. The shotgun shells bombarded the opponent, their speed decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally formed a large area of ​​glittering "gravel".

AT’s stance?

Seeing the ripples in the air, Yuki raised his eyebrows and jumped straight off a cliff dozens of meters high, holding the knife in both hands and slashing down with the force of gravity.

Swah——

The blade's edge was slowing, but it had already pushed the mental barrier to its limit, creating a crack. Chabashira Sae's face flushed red as he gathered his mental energy to eject the man, only to see a black hole extend from the crack.

Without thinking, she quickly rolled to the side. She had seen the power of the hunting rifle before, but no gunshot was heard.

Huh? He, no bullets?

Just as a bad feeling emerged, I saw a devil-like figure penetrate the barrier and pass by me, with a sharp blade moving from bottom to top.

Reverse robe.

Yuki passed by and saw bloodstains on the woman's body. The latter rolled her eyes and fainted.

What an interesting prop! Isn’t it equivalent to having an extra life?

Yuki glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. The sword strike just now could definitely cut Chabashira Sae in half even though he had no defense at all, but he ended up in a state of near death, with no apparent scars on the surface.

Of course, for him, this was just the difference of one more blow, but this was a simulated battle and he kept his word.

"This is completely close to actual combat. Ayanokouji has a lot of good stuff."

Yuki licked his lips. Now he didn't have to worry about anything. He quickly memorized this psychic ability he had never seen before and looked up at the front.

At the other end of the canyon, a handsome boy wearing glasses just appeared. It was Yukimura Teruhiko who had rescued him at the school gate before.

The young boy had an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He was only a few hundred meters away from his teacher and it took him more than ten seconds to rush over at full speed, only to see Chabashi Sae's "corpse".

"How is that possible? Chabashira-sensei has amazing defensive power."

It was a little unbelievable and a little bit at a loss. Chabashira-sensei was not only the signal base station, but also the commander. How could he be eliminated as soon as he came in?

But reality did not allow him to think too much, because a pair of blood-red eyes locked onto his face, and his head suddenly woke up as if pricked by a needle.

Mental illusion.

The realm of night.

The invisible mental power was released, but lost its target the next moment.

It was pitch black in front of him and fear was spreading in his heart, but Yukimura did not panic. He immediately knew that this was a domain-type prop and the other party wanted to assassinate him at close range.

Defend? Dodge? Or attack?

Yukimura hesitated for a moment, then simply replaced the targeted attack with a wide-area mental storm. Just as it was unfolding, he felt a "foreign object" approaching him.

Huh? One-sided visibility???

It was too late to react at this time. In the pitch-black night, he only felt a pain in his neck. The spreading pain made his eyeballs bulge and he fainted on the spot.

Side effects of the substitute spirit: the user's pain will be amplified, ignoring any physiological limits.

the second.

Yuki didn't know the side effects of this prop, he just thought that the two people lay down too easily and their sleep quality was surprisingly good.

"The two most troublesome ones have been dealt with, and the others haven't rushed in rashly, forming a siege on the periphery?"

He couldn't see the souls stepping into the darkness, but he knew that the area outside must be surrounded by heavy troops. Two of his companions were eliminated at the beginning, so he couldn't underestimate the enemy anymore. He had no props to protect himself, so he would really die.

But this was exactly the effect Yuki wanted. He reached out and groped around, finding a stone to sit on. Anyway, the other party didn't dare to use a blanket bombing, so he would be absolutely safe for the next hour.

The darkness calmed people down, and Yuki was not anxious. He opened his eyes wide, and the darkness was no longer in sight. He seemed to see another kind of scenery:

The sound of cannons rumbled on the storm-ravaged sea, and a group of girls rose and fell with the warship. The heavy rain soaked their hair and clothes, but they gritted their teeth and fought against the storm.

It is indeed as Arisu Sakayanagi said, this is fair. Even though there are dimensional barriers, there is a feeling of doing our best for the same goal.

Routine tasks generally only take two days. I hope the seniors can finish faster so that I can have a break.

Thinking of this, Yuki stood up with his sword and walked towards the edge of the darkness.

Well, I have to hurry too.

Chapter 4: Artist and Adam (K)

Tokyo.

This is a windowless, elegantly decorated European-style room.

The floor is brown and black, there is a fabric sofa with dark gold armrests, and there are picture frames hanging on the wall. The paintings are exquisite and terrifying, all in dark red tones, with the most primitive style.

Some look like humans, some look like animals, and some are simply a series of bloody palm prints. When you look closely, you can discover a very real sense of art.

These paintings, coupled with the classical music that fills the air, make people feel both irritated and peaceful.

Chun stood solemnly with her eyes narrowed, not wanting to look at those paintings that seemed like spiritual pollution, and focused all her attention on what was in front of her.

There is a round table in the center of the room. The tabletop is full of traces of time and is obviously an antique.

Sigong Huangguang was sitting at one end of the round table. He had a smile on his face and said nothing, just quietly looking at the figure at the other end of the table.

He was a middle-aged blond man wearing a straight black suit with gray lines, his hair was neatly parted in the middle, and he had a thin and narrow face.

He looked like a knowledgeable and well-spoken university teacher, holding a silver knife and fork, enjoying the delicious food on the round plate.

Cutting, picking up, chewing, each movement was slow and proper, even the number of times and strength of chewing were the same. When the tender meat juices burst in his mouth and a few drops of bright red blood slid from the corners of his mouth, he would pick up his handkerchief and gently wipe them away.

With little time left, Sigong Huangguang did not urge him. He just watched him put the last piece of meat into his mouth, wipe the blood with a handkerchief, take a sip of red wine, close his eyes and enjoy the music, as if he noticed the gaze next to him.

He looked at the boy, his blue eyes filled with kindness, and he smiled gently.

Extremely dangerous!

Chun looked away almost instantly. The confidence she had just gained from being promoted to the extraordinary level collapsed on the spot. Her scalp was numb and she didn't even dare to look at the other person.

"An interesting boy, very confident, yet not confident enough." The man smiled at Sigong Huangguang, stroking his chest with his right hand and bowing slightly. "Also, thank you for your hospitality. You helped me wash away the dust from the journey."

Huang Guang, an absolute gentleman, touched his bald head and gave an ugly smile: "Artist, as long as you are satisfied."

He tried his best to relax his muscles, but found it impossible. His characteristics and abilities were ready to be unleashed, simply because the person in front of him was too dangerous.

The artist, or the 'blood artist', is the leader of that group of lunatics. No, it cannot be called a leader. It is not an organization at all, but just a group of lunatics.

No one knew what they were trying to do, only that they were restrained yet indulgent, just like the food on this plate, which looked delicate and delicious, but he knew that it was a freshly removed lung lobe, fried by the other party himself.

What’s even more outrageous is that he invited me to taste it together.

Huang Guang, who was well-informed, felt a little disgusted and had no time to chat. He said, "Your visit this time..."

Lie.

The artist raised an index finger, making Huang Guang shut up, then smiled slightly in the puzzled look: "Since you are in a hurry, it would be more efficient for me to do it."

"Please."

"Okay." The blond man stood up with a bright red wine glass and paced around the room to the elegant melody.

"First of all, there is indeed an artist who disappeared with your subordinates in the script called 'The Confusion of the Officials'. We compared them before coming here."

"Secondly, I'm very satisfied with your honesty. You didn't put the blame on those kids and take advantage of my power."

"In the end, art comes with sacrifice, and I have no desire for revenge."

The logic was clear and everything was explained in just a few words, but Sigong Huangguang was puzzled. If he didn't want revenge, why didn't he come from all the way here?

"Don't be impatient, I haven't finished yet." The man raised his finger again and placed the wine glass steadily on the table next to him. "The reason I came here is simple. That person tastes extremely delicious."

Intuition? Or some special ability?

Huang Guang was obviously stunned for a moment, but thinking that these people were weird, he didn't bother to think too much about it. As long as the goal was achieved, it was fine.

"Yes, through causal predictions and criminal profiling, I've almost determined that 'The Confused Person' is the same person who attacked us before. But I want to make it clear that this is a matter of probability. It's possible that the two parties are just connected."

"Trust your intuition, don't think about the probability." The artist gave polite advice, then asked with a smile, "But the damage he caused was not great, why are you so persistent?"