Survival: King Picking Game

"Wow, that's so cool!"

Holding the ramen in front of hygienic chopsticks, Tsuchimikado Harutora was deeply attracted by the live broadcast on the TV.

In the narrow space of a udon noodle restaurant that smells like the Showa era.The windows in the store are all open, there is no air conditioner, only the old electric fan is stirring the midsummer heat.

The live broadcast of the onmyoji's spiritual calamity repair scene.Spiritual disasters basically happen in Tokyo, and the countryside where Harutora lives usually has no chance to see such scenery.

The young Harutora excitedly pointed at the TV in the store with his chopsticks.

"Look, Natsume! That tree is at least two meters in diameter, and it was split in half in one fell swoop. Just like in the manga!"

"...Yeah, it's incredibly powerful. As expected of the rumored Kikyo-sama who has the power to completely surpass the other [Twelve Divine Generals]..."

Beside Chunhu, sat a cute girl with black hair, who could be seen as a beauty.

The little girl stared at the TV set in the udon noodle restaurant with big black eyes and staring round eyes.

On that delicate little face, there was an undisguised admiration and yearning.

"...uh... what are you talking about..."

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Chapter 381 Interval: Visitors from Tsuchimikado's House (Part [-]) T

"...uh...Natsume...you're saying something I don't understand again..."

Like dyed hair, weed-like blond hair with a spiky head.

The little boy said with a silly and cheerful smile on his face while scratching the back of his head.

...However, Tsuchimikado Harutora did not intend to blame his playmate.

Every year, Chunhu lives in the countryside for a long time with his elders.

When the relatives and adults of the main family get together, Harutora and Natsume, who are the same age, always play together.

The naughty Harutora is always injured, but Natsume, the only daughter of the family, is different, very humble and quiet.

Tsuchimikado Natsume is afraid of meeting strangers and has few friends.Therefore, every time Chunhu came, his two little faces were always flushed with excitement.Willing to listen to Chunhu talk about all kinds of things, no matter where Chunhu goes, he will follow behind.

So did Tsuchimikado Harutora.

Although not the same as Natsume, Harutora himself has many companions.But when I lived in the main family—mostly in the hot summer—I would always play with Natsume.

She is still his best friend.

There are several courtyards in the mansion, where the two often play.

There are bamboo forests, pools, stone lanterns and rockery in the wide courtyard.There are also moss, small insects, and shrines, which are full of surprises and adventures.

Therefore, Chunhu also cherishes this playmate who can only see him after a while.

"...Ah, I'm sorry." The little girl seemed to realize something, and bowed her head in embarrassment to apologize.

"It's okay, I won't take this kind of thing to heart." Chunhu waved his hand nonchalantly.

... This guy is good everywhere, but he is too timid.

Tsuchimikado Harutora looked at Natsume who lowered his head, thinking with some dissatisfaction.

——But such thoughts, in the boy's heart, just turned around for a while, and then they were forgotten.

Now, all he can think of is that majestic witch, who has the power to wipe out a big demon tree with a single arrow.

On the TV, Miss Miko, who had finished processing, disappeared from where she was once again.Only onmyojis from several countries are left to deal with the scene, so as to avoid leaving any bad negative effects.

The live broadcast of this time is coming to an end here.

However, Chunhu, who was inspired by that figure, still couldn't restrain the joy in his heart.

When boys were young, they always fantasized about becoming the heroes in those comics.Possesses great strength, sounds like a powerful nirvana, is indomitable, and is respected.

In his opinion, the other party is exactly such a phenomenon in the comics, with enviable strength and admirable will.

Coincidentally, Kikyo, one of the top onmyojis, is also the object of admiration and yearning for the next head of the Tumimon family, the little onmyoji Natsume Tumimon.

As a result, the two had a heated discussion about their idols.

"I think Miss Miko's move must be her famous killing skill!"

"Hmm... I heard from my father that Kikyo-sama's most frequently used dispelling method is indeed [Arrow of Evolution], that's right. But other than that, she rebounds spiritual power after enchantment, hypnosis, terrain change, curse... ...These auxiliary and counter-incantations also have profound attainments."

"Although there are many types of skills in the Kikyo-sama, they are inconceivably superhuman in each of them. Identifying herbal barriers and using the anti-illusion magic to distinguish between real and illusory. Nullification, phantom nullification...According to the Onmyoji Office, if it is miasma below the third level of spiritual disaster, even if you do nothing, it can't hurt Kikyo-sama at all...and the most admirable thing is Absolutely purifying power to remove evil spirits."

"...It is said that the Yin Yang School has spent a lot of thought and begging for thousands of years to get Mr. Kikyo to get a name there. The public class is held once a month, and every time the seats are full, the hall can't even stand. There is no place, and there are people leaning against the wall to listen to the class all the way to the corridor at the door."

Natsume talked non-stop, her little face flushed with excitement.For the quiet lady of the family, it was a rare gaffe.Obviously really adore each other.

But Harutora didn't feel anything unusual, but listened to Natsume's narration engrossed, exclaiming "ohhhh" from time to time.

...Although there are many things that Chunhu has never been in touch with, and he is confused... But this does not prevent him from understanding: the object he admires is indeed a very powerful person.

And just like that, time passed by.

The two children didn't even finish their noodles.When they came to their senses, the noodle soup cooled by the air conditioner was too cold to drink.

"...Alas." Chunhu sighed with some annoyance.