The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

boom!

"It hurts—!"

The little body rolled on the ground several times, and the originally clean bathrobe was stained with a lot of dust. A slight redness slowly appeared on the boy's immature face.

"What are you doing! Violent BBA!"

"It's not BBA, it's my sister, right?"

With a heavy punch on the boy's head, the black-haired miko in red and white clothes mercilessly hit the boy's head that had just been raised to the ground.

"You are obviously an adult! You are still fighting with a child!"

"This is not a fight, this is an education!"

The miko reached out her hand to the corner of the boy's cheek, pinched it and pulled hard.

"It hurts, it hurts—! Quick, stop!"

"Ha~ stop? Didn't you say this was a dream? Is all this a lie? How dare a mere brat think that."

"That's how it is!"

After breaking free from the clutches of the miko, the boy's eyes burst into tears. He covered his red cheeks with one hand and faced the miko's ferocious expression angrily.

"My abilities can't be used outside of dreams! I'm just an ordinary person! You are all just imaginary people in my dreams! Be it monsters or miko! No one will believe me!"

"Ha ha."

Laughing, she punched the boy on the head again. The miko looked at the little boy squatting on the ground with his head in his hands and crying with interest and said:

"I thought you took the wrong medicine today. It turns out you think your abilities are too inconspicuous."

"certainly not!"

The boy retorted with a blush.

"Hmph! Don't get too carried away, kid!"

One hand pressed down on the boy's head. The huge force made it impossible for him to lift his head up. The miko couldn't help but rub his hair into a mess:

"Listen to me! Regardless of whether Gensokyo exists or not, whether your ability is strong or weak, it doesn't matter if you want others to recognize you or be recognized by others! If you want to be a hero, don't Always use that kind of ordinary people's thinking to restrain yourself!"

"Woo"

"For me, a stone can also be used as a weapon, and you, hey, it's useless even if I entrust you with the strongest ability in the world?"

"You, you're talking nonsense!"

"Are you talking nonsense? A brat like you doesn't even have the courage to face yourself. Are you being laughed at? Are you alienated? Are you being treated as a chuunibyou who can only 'dream'? Ha, you're laughing to death!"

The witch squatted down, facing the boy's face covered by bangs.

"If you insist on pushing all the problems to the so-called 'dream', then use your fist to smash all these 'dreams'? In this way, you can return to your so-called 'reality' , isn’t it?”

"."

The slender arms trembled, and the boy clenched his fists tightly, but did not move.

She stroked the boy's head, and looking at each other, the witch lightly touched the boy's head with her forehead:

"A guy who doesn't even have the courage to 'fight' has any right to complain here. A guy who doesn't even have the courage to take a step has no right to complain."

"No, don't underestimate me."

"In the final analysis, it's just that the cowards there don't dare to look back because they were bullied, and they can only vent their anger at home. Is this the extent?"

"Don't underestimate me...!"

"If you want to be the protagonist, don't make me look like a shameful passer-by all day long, kid."

"Don't underestimate me!!"

The boy shook off the miko's hand and rushed towards her, fists waving.

The picture of memory was frozen at this moment, and the pain in the body made the consciousness gradually recover.

"pain"

The tear-like pain in his right shoulder was probably the most serious Wu Ye had ever suffered since that memory, but what was even more serious was that he hadn't "woke up" yet after suffering such an injury.

"Tsk, it hurts like hell. I can't remember whether I hit that guy in the end. Is this the so-called revolving door? I'm not 'dead' yet, you bastard."

Wu Ye, who was lying on the ground, barely opened his eyes. What he could see was the familiar starry night sky, the big false moon, and the dazzling wall of spiritual power.

After struggling a little, Wu Ye tried to use his other uninjured arm to touch the arrow that penetrated into his shoulder.

"hiss"

A feeling like an electric shock spread all over his body in an instant. It was a real pain that he had never felt before.

Carefully avoiding the wound where blood was gushing even if he didn't have to look at it, Wu used his other hand to support the ground and slowly raised half of his body.

"Takeya!"

Reimu's voice of surprise was heard beside her ear. She was still bound by Yayi Yonglin, and it seemed that not too long had passed.

"Good job, Takeya! That's the momentum! Knock her down!"

"What are you talking about, this guy?"

Gritting his teeth to resist the pain from his shoulder, Wu also didn't understand why Reimu felt that he had done a good job, but he soon knew.

"Um?"

Clang.

The sound of something falling to the ground came from the side, and Wu Ye subconsciously followed the sound, his expression suddenly became astonished.

"This is Gangnir?!"

The blood-colored long spear that had lost its luster was like a lighthouse in the dark night, flickering beside him.

Stretching out his hand to hold Gangnir, with strength he didn't know where he came from, Wu Ya lowered his gun to the ground and stood up despite the pain. Gradually, he even felt that the pain in his body seemed to be weakening.

"Huh?"

It was Yashi Eirin who made this sound of doubt. It only took a few seconds from the time her arrow knocked Takeya down to when Takeya stood up again, but she always felt that something was wrong.

"Standing up? Although that is not a fatal injury, it should be enough for a human of your level. And what is that? Why, as a human, do you have demon power on your body?"

Puzzled and frowned, Bayi Yonglin unconsciously drew her bow and arrow again.

"Wu Ye-jun, why are you still standing, and the one in your hand is... you...?"

"Heh, heh, I don't know about this kind of thing."

Although the physical pain was gradually weakening, Wu Ye, who had never suffered such a serious injury, still couldn't simply ignore it completely.

Looking at Gungnir in his hand, Takeya's expression was indescribably complicated.

It's ironic. I was planning to surrender before, but now I suddenly feel like I have the strength to fight. How ugly can I be? I'm just a big help.

Seeing Wu Ye holding the gun in his hand and posing in a throwing posture, Yayi Yonglin was slightly surprised:

"Want to continue fighting?"

"of course"

Perhaps because of the serious injury, Wu Ye's breathing at the end of the sentence was much heavier.

"Thanks to you, it reminds me of a very unpleasant memory."

"Yeah?"

"In return, I can't just end the battle so easily."

"It's a good thing to be enlightened, but, Wu Ye-kun, are you almost at your limit? Can you continue to fight?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Although Takeya's face turned pale, he still tried hard to maintain the smile on his face. Just like that person said, if you want to be the protagonist, don't act like a shameful passerby. But——

"As for the protagonist, it's not okay to appear at the end. That would be too troublesome."

"Um?"

Faced with the strange words that Takeya suddenly said, Yachi Eirin didn't quite understand, but there was no time for her to understand because the other party had already made a move.

"For me, the role of a passerby is more suitable, right?"

Muttering something to himself that no one else could understand, Takeru threw Gungnir forward with all his strength.

"Go! Gangnir!"

Buzz—!

The red spear turned into a stream of light and went straight towards Bayi Yonglin. Even she had to pay attention to the power contained in that spear, but——

"Um?"

With her eyes slightly opened, Yonglin watched with her own eyes as the tip of Gangnir's hair brushing against her ear flew past, completely off track.

"Missed?"

"No, I shot."

With that successful smile on his face, Wu Ye shouted in the direction behind Yayi Yonglin:

"Now! Remilia!"

"Varied?!"

Bayi Yonglin turned around in shock, only to see a young vampire appearing behind her at some point. The demonic power on her body was like a spark in a prairie fire, instantly rising from nothing to the level of a big monster.

A trace of reborn pride flashed through the opponent's blood-colored pupils, and the red spear in his hand turned into a stream of light again, piercing his shoulder fiercely——

"Spear the Gungnir"——! ! "