The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

He recognized no one in the surveillance camera. This might be due to technical suppression. He also recognized the flowers that were out of season in the house. Maybe the other party was rich in resources, but what the hell was this sickle?

This is a school, a school for high school students, and it has absolutely nothing to do with things like scythes, either in terms of meaning or function, right?

At the moment when he was ready to complain, Takeya finally understood where Tanshengaya's phrase "The Death God of the Academy" came from. Indeed, with such a huge scythe, apart from putting a stocking on the head to shout FFF, it seemed that Only the legendary "God of Death" can use it.

Moreover, the blade of this sickle is not flat, but twisted like a river, but no matter what, the dazzling cold light at the sharp edge is definitely not deceiving.

This is probably the real thing, at least in terms of sharpness, it is definitely a murder weapon.

"Would you like to try?"

As if seeing the last glimmer of expectation in Takeya's eyes, Dan Shengya said with a smile, and then without waiting for the other party to respond, he picked up a wild chrysanthemum from the ground and slid its branch against the blade——

The wild chrysanthemum was easily cut into two pieces by the sickle.

"The real thing."

"The real thing"

There was a moment of silence, Dan Shenggu's mouth showed a triumphant smile, but Wu Ye didn't know what expression to use to face it.

"Takasaka-san, do you have anything else to say? Although we are all atheists, we can't pretend to be invisible to such supernatural phenomena, right?"

".All right."

Takeru also gave up. With so many bizarre evidences, he was truly speechless. Now there was only one way to determine whether this was a prank or a supernatural phenomenon.

Since things that cannot be proven in this world, we can only place our hopes on another world.

That night, Takeya appeared under the red torii gate of Hakurei Shrine as usual.

"What? Death's scythe? Why are you asking this?"

Lingmeng looked at Wu Ye suspiciously, he didn't practice sword today, and pestered himself to ask this strange question as soon as he came.

"Is it because you can't think about it anymore?"

"You can't think about it! My mentality is very good!"

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Takeru explained:

"What I want to ask is, will the real god of death carry a sickle?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Reimu's retarded expression made Takeya's face turn darker:

"Isn't the sickle their symbol? It's like a certificate."

"Certificate."

After hearing this strange metaphor, Takeru lost his expression for a moment.

"Takeya, what's wrong with you today? You suddenly asked me about Death."

"Well, it's actually not a big deal."

After scratching his hair, Wu Ye paused to sort out his words before saying:

"I encountered some strange things in the outside world today. I came to ask because I was curious."

"The outside world? What is it like specifically?"

When she heard that it was the outside world, Reimu seemed to be very interested. It is not difficult to understand that if it happened in Gensokyo, she would never want to listen.

The reason is simple, because for this miko-sama, interesting things in Gensokyo = troubles ≈ mutations = she has to go out again, so Reimu, who is determined to drink tea until death, absolutely cannot accept such an exhausting daily life.

But what the outside world said was another matter. She couldn't control it anyway, so it was quite interesting to listen to it as a story.

"Well, how should I put it? A strange incident happened in our school, and the surveillance camera did not capture the culprit."

"What is monitoring?"

"Well, it's probably something similar to a skill specifically used for peeping."

"The same gap as Zi?"

Reimu's words instantly dropped the air to the bottom of the ice. Takeya first looked around to see if there were any gaps, and then answered:

".There is a lot of difference in strength, but in terms of the peeping effect, it should be about the same."

"Okay, I understand."

Nodding to express his understanding, Reimu continued to ask:

"Then what? What happened?"

"It's just that a bunch of flowers suddenly appeared in a room that shouldn't be there, and they were from every season."

"Flowers."

Hearing this, Lingmeng raised his eyebrows:

"Speaking of which, there are a lot more tweeds in Gensokyo recently."

"Is it Gensokyo too?"

Wu Ye was surprised. This fact seemed to prove that he was one step closer to his speculation:

"When did this start?"

"Recently."

Reimu tried to remember and said:

"When I went out to buy tea, I noticed that there were a lot of flowers blooming around me. Although they were beautiful, the smell was too strong and was a bit unbearable."

"Is this a mutation?"

"Not counting."

Ling replied without thinking:

"Even I won't solve it."

"Hi, Miko."

"Lusuo, don't even think about preaching to me, Wu Ye."

As he spoke, Reimu turned his face away and showed no mercy. This time it seemed that he was determined not to solve the mutation:

"It's okay to leave these flowers alone. I haven't heard of anyone dying from the fragrance."

"That's so irresponsible, isn't it?"

"It's so noisy. I'm a witch. If I say this is a mutation, it's not a mutation."

"Okay, forget it."

Takeru surrendered, and no one could stop Reimu from being arrogant. Anyway, since the harm of the mutation was almost zero as she said, it didn't matter whether the problem was solved or not. At most, it would just sound a little unpleasant to others.

"That's right, Reimu."

Now that he decided to ignore the mutation, Wu also planned to deal with the outside world seriously.

"Do you know a god of death?"

"ah--?"

Exaggeratedly dragging the end, Reimu glared at Takeya angrily and said:

"Hey, I just said that I won't solve the mutation. Why are you cursing me like this? Have you forgotten the kindness I gave you to eat and drink at the shrine?"

"Let's not talk about who is maintaining the shrine's finances now, I can't curse you."

Depressed and funny at the same time, Wu Ye calmed down his inexplicable mood and said:

"I want to know something about the Death Scythe, so I want to ask if you know it."

"Uh, that's it."

She froze for a moment, but Lingmeng didn't feel guilty about misunderstanding others, and her moral integrity was gone forever.

"Reaper and my work are too far away, and they are basically invisible in normal times, and they seem to have a division of labor."

"Division of labor?"

"Well, some Shinigami are responsible for managing the souls of dead monsters, and some are responsible for human souls. I know a few of the people who are responsible for monsters, but they usually don't go to work. I guess they won't be able to find anyone if they go."

"Hey, why?"

"Because no monster died."

Reimu said in an envious tone:

"The Shinigami, who manages the souls of monsters, basically has nothing to do when no monsters die. The key is that if a war does not break out, few monsters will die in peacetime."

".It seems to make sense."

Monsters are basically long-lived. It is better to say that there are no short-lived monsters at all. If it is not an accidental death, the Shinigami responsible for the souls of monsters in Gensokyo seems to be no different from not working.

"So, is it impossible to find the god of death?"

"It's not that impossible."

Reimu frowned, as if trying to remember something:

"I remember that there should be a Shinigami who manages the dead human souls in Gensokyo. She should be at work, right?"

Thanks, lord, smile, for the reward——completed in the third shift, O(∩_∩)O