Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

【I have never been so clear and clear that God and human beings are just the same.They are a member of all living beings, and it can even be said that they are the majority of all living beings.The so-called gods are just a group of guys with longer lives and stronger powers. In my opinion, they are not even comparable to the most ordinary people.I'm not saying this because I hate God, or anything.I am definitely not a proponent of the theory of god guilt, or an extreme theist, but I think most people in this world are not.

After the development of the period of ignorance, people's thoughts gave birth to brilliant sparks from the darkness of ignorance, and this spark was not fleeting, it became larger and larger, and finally formed a sea of ​​flames, burning all ignorance and bringing new life to life. The ideals brought to mankind.

So, I'm probably a Scientologist in a way?Although this is inconsistent with my identity as a god

Paradoxical, but at least for now, that's the case.Of course, this is not to say how pure my faith is. As I said before (although I forgot whether I said it), I am just a member of sentient beings, an ordinary person who has become a god.Therefore, the inferiority and superiority of human beings are perfectly reflected in me.

Guys like me are quite rare, whether among humans or gods.If I really want to describe it, I am like a beggar on the side of the road, and then one day I am suddenly hit by a sky-high lottery jackpot. Such a seemingly absurd thing has happened for a long time, and it is really not materialistic at all.But it has been a long time, I can only be alone, I don't have any companions.Although human beings live in groups, gods are different. After all, they have too long lives, which causes them to spend most of their time alone.And this, to me, is not an important thing.

You know, the most commendable thing about human beings is their adaptability.In order to find the joy of being a god, I deliberately found a blank notebook and a brand new, unused pen for observation or recording.

That's where the story comes from -

A day of being a god. 】

"What are you writing?" The purple-haired boy poked his head out from behind the black-clothed boy with a senbei in his mouth. He opened his sky-blue pupils wide, trying to peek at what his colleagues wrote on the paper. handwriting.

Fumeng raised his hand and pushed Yato's head aside, "This has nothing to do with you." Yato followed his strength and sat on the other side, "Why are you so stingy." He ate the senbei in his mouth in two or three mouthfuls "You might as well go to God, he doesn't care about that." The black-haired boy glanced at the manuscript paper with a few lines written on it, and shook his head, "No need, he can't help me."

He tidied up the paper, picked up the teacup from one side, took a small sip, and let out a sigh. The tea in it was not the kind of tea that was slightly bitter, but tea made from fruit. It was sweet and sour, probably It is deliberately taking care of the taste of this body.Fumeng looked up at Yato, "Did you find the artifact?" For the sake of this interesting God of Misfortune, Fumeng kindly reminded him, "After all, it's better to have an artifact."

After eating the senbei and twirling wagashi, Yato suddenly remembered, "What happened to the sword you asked that shikigami to give me?" Thinking of that night, they gathered together densely, as if they would never be cut. After killing the monster who couldn't play, Yato felt his scalp go numb for a while, and he touched his neck uncomfortably.The black-haired god was quite calm, he said slowly, "Ah, you said it."

I don't know when, the black sheath sword that was brought in hangs quietly on the table, "I haven't introduced this child to you yet." Although the young god looks young, his tone is like a planet that has experienced vicissitudes of life. , with an ancient temperament and charm, "This child is a knife made by me, but it doesn't have a name. If you want, you can give it a name."

Having said that, Floating Dream stopped.Yetou waited quietly, and it took him a long time before he realized, "It's gone?" He was full of doubts, "Is there something you didn't say?" Seeing the indescribable expression on the other party's face, the boy The god tilted his head, "No, no."

The purple-haired Fujin God and the black-haired Two-faced God looked at each other, and a few seconds later, Yato slapped himself on the face, "Really, I already know what you look like." From the very beginning, he was cheated When he came to repair the shrine for Fumeng, he had already recognized the essence of the guy in front of him.Yato took down his hand and waved it, "Forget it. But, don't you have a name..."

Yato doesn't like or dislike weapons, but no matter what his attitude towards weapons is, it doesn't hinder the fact that this knife is a good knife.Sharpness is the best compliment to a knife.

"Why is this so? Don't your gods also give names to dead souls and turn them into artifacts?" The two-faced god didn't quite understand what was going on with the other's complicated attitude. the gods.Yato scratched his head, "This is completely different."

"Crack." The teacup was placed on the table with a soft sound.

The young god's tone was indifferent, "No, they are the same." The golden eyes seemed to see through the things that the God of Fujin had been hiding all along, from ancient times to the future, with a cold and ruthless gaze that examined and observed everything in his eyes. "As long as you think it is, they are." His tone was unquestionable, declaring the certainty of the matter.

Yato sighed, he wasn't going to argue with this guy.He focused on the dangling sword and thought for a moment, "Are you sure you won't give it a name?" The young god refused him, "No, if I give it a name, you won't have a weapon Oh?" Yato once again recognized the reality, yes, his current weapons are all funded by the boy in front of him.

"I know, I know, what's the name..." The eight moon phases when I first saw it came to my mind, and there was also a golden moon on the scabbard, and the name was on my lips. In the end, sky blue The pupil's god whispered its name, "Taiyin."

"Let's call it Taiyin."

As his voice fell, he felt that the knife was more closely related to him, and the other party seemed to be jumping for his name.

Fumeng glanced at Yedou, "Taiyin..." He sighed softly, "Forget it."

The rest time came to an end, and he watched the other party's leaving figure until the other party's figure completely disappeared behind the torii gate, and the young god looked away.The drug seller came over from the side, "Huh? You didn't tell him, the knife... um..." His lips were suddenly held down by a soft cloth, and Fumeng smiled, "Shh, don't tell him. "

Mr. Shikigami, who was quite indulgent, remained silent, and the god who received a satisfactory answer withdrew his hand. He put his elbows on the table and held his cheeks. The joy on his body almost turned into little flowers after another, "Really Looking forward to it." Interesting stories, interesting people, really make people look forward to it.

[Before I started writing the beginning of the story, I first recalled my life as a human being, but I became a god as an ordinary person, maybe I am not ordinary.With this in mind, for the accuracy of the research, I first observed the lives of ordinary people.

What kind of person can be considered an ordinary person?

Standing in the crowd, I was a little puzzled, as if I couldn't remember what I was like before.However, this is not amnesia, or the so-called "bad things will happen if you remember the past memory" when people play games, but it is very normal, because of biological changes , causing the brain to start functioning and delete unnecessary memories, that is to say, normal memories are forgotten at this time.

Are five-year-olds normal people?

Yes, they are ordinary people.

Five-year-old children live in the love of their parents, grandparents, and some of them may have brothers and sisters, but brothers and sisters who are taught to take good care of their younger siblings are like their elders, giving their love to five-year-old child.They are real, beloved children.At least that's what my naked eye tells me.

But what are five-year-olds doing?

Although they can't control their emotions, they always like to cry to achieve their goals, but at this time they have been taught the superficial concepts of good and evil, right and wrong, although they are still immature, mature adults can help them A seed was planted in my heart.Although this seed may rot in the future, and the plants grown are not as imagined, but at least at this moment, they are the same, containing 'goodness' and 'love' for the world.

Playing games, laughing, running, and looking at the world with curious eyes, the world in their eyes is strange and terrifying, but also quite charming, and they can spend a lifetime exploring.They can't find the end of the world, they will seek help from others, and ask ridiculous questions one after another.

Are ten-year-olds normal people?

Yes, they are ordinary people.

Although I am the only one who observes the records, it may be biased, but I think they are ordinary people.They have grown up compared to the young ones before, and the concept of right and wrong has been initially formed. They know what life is, what death is, what is bad and what is good.Knowing that this world is not only as beautiful as childhood, but also terrifying.

At this time, they are sitting in the same classroom with children of the same age, learning the crystallization of human wisdom-writing and language.At this time, they have just begun to experience the "bitterness" called the world, but they are extremely happy because of the same kind around them. At this time, they are small beasts gathered together, shouting, laughing, playing, and walking towards the world. The junction named 'Youth'. 】

[Question: What is an ordinary person?

Question: Ordinary の人は何ですか. 】