After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

Odasaku joined a local organization, Port Mafia, shortly after that.

He has lived on the black side for a long time, and it would only be counterproductive to suddenly change to a completely unfamiliar environment. After much deliberation, he can only try a new life here for the time being.

Then, one day, I can make a living by writing in a room overlooking the sea.

The current job content is doing chores.

Basically do everything, especially those trivial matters that the upper class is completely unwilling to take care of.

The hourly salary is fixed, neither high nor low, not much different from ordinary white-collar workers or convenience store employees, or even lower in the long run because he does not intend to be promoted.

However, it is not a problem to meet the daily expenses and rent, even if the tools and materials for writing and reference books are included.

After adapting to the new job, he took the account book and calculated the income and expenditure for the past month, and felt that everything was just right.

"Hey, are you trying to settle accounts?"

I could feel the warm breath in my ears.

Turning his head slightly, Mingyin bowed his back slightly, poked his head out from between his neck, and looked at the ledger on the desk.

The uninvited guest greeted with a smile.

"good evening."

Yes, everything is just right.

Odasaku blinked and replied "Good evening".

Then he asked a heartfelt question.

"How did you get in?"

"Huh?" Mingyin gestured to the door, "The window of your reception room is open."

"Is that so..." The red-haired young man scratched his head.

His common sense is really too shallow.

"Hey," Mingyin stretched out her hands and sat on the desk, "I'll give you a gift."

He handed Odasaku a bag of things.

"It's raw Yahashi... have you been to Kyoto?" The boy took out the box and found that it was a souvenir from Kyoto.

"Well, just got back."

He sighed, rubbed his shoulders, and muttered.

"It's so tiring, that guy Yato, you can't sue him at the Laborers' Association..."

Oda was thoughtful.

"Do you want to stay with me directly? There are spare bedding."

Mingyin was taken aback for a moment, blinked, and laughed.

"No need, I'm a little uneasy to disturb my conscience when I'm alone with you..."

"...Is it okay to spend the night at a friend's house? How about discussing it with that Yato-san?"

Obviously, he has never had any friends at all, but his tone is taken for granted.

Mingyin didn't reply, as if the computer had crashed, there was no response at all.

"...Ah, sorry, I don't know..." He covered the part below his nose with his hands, his voice muffled, "Are we already friends?"

Odasaku tilted his head.

"perhaps?"

Hearing this answer, another person who had no friends at all laughed.

"Then I'll slyly take it so."

Mingyin took out the flip phone that had been used for several years, and sent emails in a snap.

Then, back in seconds.

[Yato: Huh?Do you have the heart to leave me alone outdoors blowing the cold wind? !Mom, I don't remember raising a child like you! 】

Mingyin replied quickly with numb eyes.

[That's it, good night. 】

Then, turn it off, and the world is peaceful and peaceful.

Mingyin and Odasaku put the two quilts together, just enough to cover the entire room, with Odasaku's side against the desk, and Mingyin's side against the wardrobe.

Odasaku was lying face up, with his hands on the quilt and clasped in front of his chest. If he hadn't opened his eyes, he could have slowly typed out the word "Anxiang".

He turned his head, and Mingyin on the side turned his back to him, lying on his side, with the quilt covering his shoulders, only his fluffy light-colored soft hair could be seen.

"Mingyin." Odasaku turned his head around and returned to that super boring sleeping position.

"Huh...?" The voice came through the quilt, and the tone was a little distorted.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, but I haven't had the chance to say it. Should I say that I haven't found the right time..." Oda Saku blinked, "What the hell are you, Mingyin? A sword? Or a human? Or a human form? What about the ability?"

There was a suppressed but completely unbearable laughter in his ears.

The quilt also shrugged along with the trembling of the body.

"Ha..." He calmed down and said, "You're asking now? It's a shame that you can talk to me as naturally as before."

"Because it's quite easy to chat, so it's natural..."

Then Ming Yin was amused by this sentence and laughed again.

Odasaku waited quietly for him to finish laughing.

"...Sorry, because really, you're so weird..." He was still laughing.

Apart from not being able to figure out his jokes, Oda Saku felt that Ming Yin really had no right to call him "weird".

"I'm pretty ordinary."

"No, no, you are definitely not ordinary... Ah, it might be better to say that being 'ordinary' like you is abnormal."

Akane turned over and turned sideways towards Odasaku.

"The options you mentioned are all wrong," he grinned with strange excitement in his pure black eyes, "I am an artifact."

"Literally understood, it is the weapon of the gods. It was originally an ordinary dead spirit. After being named by the gods, it will become its dependents. It can be transformed into a weapon and used by the gods."

"Just like you saw that day."

After Oda Saku understood this term he had never heard of before, he blinked his eyes in surprise.

"Is that so, that's how it is..." He followed Mingyin's words for a while and then asked another question, "Is the god you serve the 'Mr. Yato' that day?"

"That's right, isn't it completely different from the gods you imagined? But don't worry, that guy is also a rare alien among gods."

"No, I just think it's more ordinary than I imagined..." Oda Saku described his perception, "Why can I see you?"

"It's not that we can't be seen, it's just that we have a thin sense of existence. As long as we are noticed, we can see it naturally."

"However, because of the lack of presence, I was worried that you might have forgotten me."

He rolled over, then back again, with his back to Odasaku.

"Fortunately not."

It was very quiet, but Odasaku heard it.

"Yes."

Fortunately not.

It only takes 15 days to form a new habit.

Sometimes when he was walking on the road, he suddenly found Mingyin walking side by side with him.

Sometimes when the boss and his wife splashed red wine all over their faces, Mingyin just handed him a box of tissues.

Sometimes when she was picking out off-season discounted clothes in the shopping mall, Mingyin would suddenly gesture at him with a top.

……

Odasaku was used to Akine appearing beside him suddenly but naturally.

He occasionally met Yato, but not often, or even said a few words.

Because the other party seems to dislike him very much.

But Yato never interfered with their exchanges, and he didn't even say any commentary words, so Odasaku didn't care.

As time passed, when the red-haired boy became about the same height as Mingyin, he noticed a problem that had been neglected all along.

"What is Ming Yin's approximate age?"

"Huh? Me?" Mingyin pointed at herself, pinching her chin and thinking, "About 18 years old? I looked through the exercise books in the bookstore a long time ago, and it's almost at the level of knowledge in the third grade of high school."

Odasaku stopped and couldn't leave.

Because he was shocked.

"...I thought it was 15 or 16 years old at most."

"Really? Maybe it's because she's relatively short." Ming Yin didn't seem to care.

It is impossible for Mingyin's height to grow any longer.

So is age.

Forever stopped at the time of death.

Oda Saku thought for a while, looked at him, and sighed, "My height will surpass you soon."

A few more years, along with age.

"Yes."

Mingyin replied with a smile.