The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Okay, let's fight, Miss Yoshiyoshi Yonglin."

Takeru himself felt ridiculous when he said these words. When an ordinary person without any fighting ability faces such a god-like figure who can only look up to him, speaking such arrogant words may not only sound good verbally, but It doesn't make any sense.

The same is true.

"Patter."

That was the sound of stones falling to the ground. The awareness of fighting is much more difficult than the way of fighting, so Takeya, who has no idea of ​​victory at all, had to do what he can do——

Pick up the only stone in your hand that can be called a weapon and throw it out.

Then they were ruthlessly picked aside.

".To be honest, I'm a little bit disappointed."

There was not the slightest fluctuation in Bayi Yonglin's eyes. From the material to the type selection, the stones thrown by Takeya were all of an extremely ordinary type to her. With just one glance, she could even calculate the trajectory of the stones.

Hope that such an attack can defeat her? No, the probability that such an attack could touch her was a number infinitely close to zero.

Judging from this situation, Takeru as the opponent is unqualified anyway. After all, he is just a human being. But what is the reality?

It was such an ordinary human being who evaded his own probing nerves, ignored the restraint rules he had written, and even left such a profound and indelible memory in his body memory.

But why? Why would such a guy appear in front of me in such an ordinary human posture?

Yayi Yonglin couldn't understand.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

After much deliberation, this answer might be the only one that could alleviate some of her confusion.

"deliberately?"

Wu Ye, who picked up another stone, smiled wryly in surprise:

"Hey, what ability do I have to do such a stupid thing on purpose? And you, why don't you stop fighting?"

"."

Bayi Yonglin was silent. She didn't know why the person in front of her would "beg to die" in front of her so openly.

Even she couldn't discover Takeya's biggest secret, which is that existing in Gensokyo is the biggest source of "immortality". He is not afraid of death because he will not die at all.

But speaking of it, Yayi Eirin's guess is not wrong. It may be difficult to understand, but Takeya is indeed actively seeking to "die" or "wake up" is more appropriate.

fighting? That kind of thing is far away from his world. Even when he was in the outside world, he was able to achieve several achievements that "shocked" Remilia. But in the end, what did those "achievements" mean to him? ?

Meaningless.

As a human with seventeen years of outside education and social common sense, absorbing demonic power? Creating a storm? Entering Gensokyo in his sleep, do these things have any significance to human Takeshi Kosaka?

Let his daily life go away? Let him be targeted by strange gods? Or will he be alienated by his family and friends and treated as an overly self-satisfied chuunibyou?

In fact, he hates the abilities he possesses, the so-called talents, right?

Among ordinary people, he is a special existence after being exposed to the extraordinary. However, among these extraordinary beings, he has no abilities and has turned back into the original "ordinary person"!

If my ability could be stronger, I could use magic, activate formations, or add more strange powers, then maybe I wouldn't have to stay by their side and watch them fight every time?

Is this the expectation, or should I say, extravagant hope that has appeared in Takeya's mind countless times?

If all problems are returned to the original starting point, there is only one sentence——

"Why am I so weak?"

"Um?"

Wu Ye, who was talking to himself, had a strange expression on Yayi Yonglin's face. She didn't hear the other party's murmur just now, but the complexity revealed in that expression made her a little silent for a while.

"hey-hey."

As if he felt embarrassed, Takeru suddenly grabbed his hair in distress, and then he looked at Yashi Eirin.

"What's wrong? Miss Bayi, won't you attack me?"

His tone was like a student asking a question to the teacher in class. He didn't care about the crisis. Instead, he expressed his doubts about Yayi Yonglin's pause seriously.

"I see, I see."

Bayi Yonglin said and actually put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Wu Ye-jun, are you insulting me?"

".Eh?"

Such a super expansion caused Takeya to instantly lose the ability to speak. He could only stare blankly at Yashi Eirin.

"I don't mean to fight, I'm just seeking 'relief' from me. Maybe I'm the real fool for preparing to deal with you so seriously."

The soft smile faded little by little, and the smile on Bayi Yonglin's face had no warmth at the moment.

"Reserved? Or is this your pride? Or from the beginning, you didn't put yourself and me in the same position? 'You are not worthy of being my opponent', do you want to express this?"

"I don't."

"No? Really?"

Yayi Eirin interrupted Takeya's astonishment with calm anger.

"You stay out of the fight like this? Even if you stand in front of me, you can shirk away from saying 'you can't do anything'? Finally, you use such a non-combat consciousness to mock your opponent? Is this your pride, or are you born with it? So arrogant?"

"I"

"Or are you confident that you can escape from me? Or do you look down on me at all? Do you think that there is no need to take action yourself?"

Bayi Yonglin stared at Wu Ye, with indescribable indifference in her eyes:

"Fight? Or not to fight? The options you give yourself are always so arrogant, even more arrogant than those gods who think they stand in the sky."

After chuckling a few times, Ba Yi Yonglin played with the thin bowstring, and her voice was filled with endless coldness as it trembled.

"Why are you like this? Confident? Or do you believe that your companions can pave the way for you? So, only if I completely defeat them can you become more interested in the concept of fighting?"

As if in response to the truth in Yashi Eirin's words, the wall in the sky that trapped Marisa and Patchouli became a little brighter, making Takeya's breath stagnant.

"Really? It seems that you value the lives of your companions more than your own. This is really an excellent quality."

The warm praise made people feel even more ashamed. Yashi Eirin's gray eyes seemed to have lost interest and just mechanically reflected Takeya's figure.

"But, this doesn't mean anything to you, right? A guy who has no fighting spirit in a battle is worse than Chen Jie. Death may be your destiny."

After Yashi Eirin's words fell, Takeya felt that his right shoulder was suddenly hit by a giant hammer, and the thin arrow pierced his shoulder hard, knocking him away in one fell swoop.

"As my mercy, disappear, Takeya-kun, who has no fighting spirit."

Yayi Yonglin's words echoed in his ears, and Takeru couldn't think of a retort.

Although I feel very unhappy, this guy is right. I am worse than a bastard, but if, if I have the power, I can fight her, even to a small extent.

A red light flashed slightly in the unconscious hand, with a hint of bitter unwillingness, Wu Ye's consciousness gradually immersed in the darkness

Thanks, ╱↗【DeNg】._Youye, for the reward