The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Hmm, haven't you arrived yet? Komachi, didn't you say it would be soon?"

"This is already the fastest speed."

"But I can't see the other side at all."

"Nonsense, how can you possibly see it when the river is full of fog?"

".It makes sense."

I don’t know how long I sat on Komachi’s boat, five minutes? ten minutes? In short, Takeya's state has changed from the initial curiosity and excitement to now boredom and stomachache.

Seeing an Erlang's leg holding the reed branch that he had just brought with him on his clothes, Takeya shook his leg and whispered to himself:

"It's so slow and boring."

"Takeya, you guy"

Komachi shook his head helplessly. From ancient times to the present, this is the first "undead" that can be sent across the river by the God of Death in this way, right?

"That's right, Komachi."

Knowing the other party's carefree character, Wu Ye was no longer reserved and asked casually:

"I have nothing to do anyway. Can you tell me some stories?"

"Hey, you guy, what do you think the ferrying Death is?"

Although she complained like this, it was obvious that Komachi was also a talkative person who was unwilling to be left alone. She asked again honestly:

"Then what story do you want to hear."

"Whatever, ferrying the undead, communicating with some famous dead, by the way, this is a rare opportunity, can you tell me about the King of Hell?"

"King of Hell? Are you talking about Master Shiki?"

"Yes, that's the one. I seem to remember his name, Yamasanadu?"

"It's Shiki Yingji, right? Yamasanadu is the title of the position held by Shiki-sama."

"Yes, that's her."

Shiki Yingji Yamasanadu, Lord Yama of Hell, it seems that Takeru once had a relationship with this Supreme Judge of Hell.

I remember that was several years ago, when Hakurei Miko was not Reimu, but the previous generation miko.

The specific memory has been blurred, and Wu Ye only remembers that once he entered Gensokyo, he happened to meet the Reimu of the ancestral shrine maiden who was about to go out to find the night away.

The two left the shrine together, and found the hangover ancient priestess beside the small car stall outside Renzhiri. She was being preached in a half-drunk and painful state, and the person who dared to preach to Hakurei priestess It was Four Seasons Yingji.

At that time, Wu Ye was still young and didn't know how powerful this Yan Mo was, but when he grew up, he gradually understood the power of a young girl, er, no, it was the power of Siji Yingji.

"Master Four Seasons"

Maybe Komachi didn't expect Takeru to ask such a question, but fortunately she is a talkative person, or she is the representative of Gensokyo's rudeness, and she has no worries at all about talking about her boss in private.

"Mr. Shiki is a very serious person. To put it bluntly, he is serious to the point of being stubborn. Sometimes it is really troubling."

"Troubled?"

"Every time I skip work, she comes to my door."

"."

Isn’t this a matter of course! Facing Komachi, whose speech was full of flaws, Takeya finally resisted the desire to complain. It was not that he was taking care of Komachi's feelings, but he had a premonition that if he spit it out, the topic would never be stopped. .

"However, although Shiki-sama can be very annoying sometimes, she is actually a very kind-hearted person."

"Even if you preach every time?"

"Haha, this doesn't count."

Komachi touched his head and laughed nonchalantly:

"Sir Shiki, you have always been working very hard as the chief referee in hell."

Speaking of this, Komachi put away his joking expression and said in a rare serious tone:

"Because if a person's crime cannot be accurately judged, it may cause irreparable harm to the other person. Therefore, even if it is an ordinary person, Master Shiki will do his best to judge."

"judgment"

When Komachi said this, Takeya felt an inexplicable respect for the young girl Enma-sama in his heart, and then he asked casually:

"By the way, you just said that the basis for judging a person's crime is also the benchmark during life?"

"No, that's not the case."

Komachi shook his head and said:

"Shiki-sama himself has standards for judging the good and evil of things. If they are completely different from human standards, he will also have different views on the seriousness of the sins they committed during their lifetime."

"Uh, how about that in a nutshell?"

"To put it simply, the judgment is the final decision of the Four Seasons. It is up to the Four Seasons to infer and judge. It is up to the Four Seasons to determine the final ownership of the deceased. Everything is decided by the Four Seasons. White is white and black is Black, no escape, no resistance."

"."

Isn't that the policy of a tyrant who follows his own whims? Give my respect back to my young daughter Jizo!

Although he was complaining madly in his heart, Takeya remained expressionless and calm on the surface.

"In that case, what if we misjudge?"

"A miscarriage of justice does not exist."

Shiki Ehime's most loyal henchman, well, is the subordinate Shinigami. Komachi completely denied Takeya's statement:

"Master Shiki will never make a misjudgment."

"What if? Don't tell me that it hasn't happened once in a long time. Although she is a young girl, she must be quite old. She is the chief referee."

"Well"

This statement made Komachi feel a bit unable to refute. Even if she wanted to reply "no" immediately, in fact, an exception had already appeared in her mind.

"It's not that there is a miscarriage of justice, but it cannot be counted as a miscarriage of justice."

".What does this mean?"

"Shiki-sama has never made a misjudgment since I became the God of Death, but before that"

"Keep talking."

Komachi, who was hesitant to speak, finally spoke after Takeya's repeated urging:

"Ms. Shiki has been the chief judge of hell a long time ago. She also told me about this. A long time ago, she once issued a verdict and threw a pure white soul into the deepest part of hell."

"Pure white. Does that mean innocent?"

"Who knows."

Tantanshou said that he didn't know, and Komachi's eyes gradually drifted away:

"That happened a long time ago. No one can tell the specific situation. Besides, I was not the God of Death at that time. No, I don't know whether I was born or not at that time."

"All right."

Wu Ye ended the topic casually. It was just a casual question, and he didn't think much about it. After all, it would be decades before someone made a decision and had nothing to do with him. Even if he did, it would be decades later.

Everything on the river was still shrouded in fog, but Takeya could already vaguely see the outline of the shore ahead. However, just before reaching the other shore, the boat suddenly stopped.

Takeru raised his head in confusion and found that Komachi took the initiative to put down the oar.

"Komachi?"

"Speaking of which, I almost forgot about this matter."

"Um?"

The puzzled Takeru frowned and watched Komachi reach out to a pair on her chest. Hey! What are you doing?

I saw Komachi taking out something wrapped in dark cloth from his chest in a very inelegant, or in a very bad posture.

"for you."

"Eh?"

Before he could recover from Komachi's thought-provoking actions just now, Takeru subconsciously reached out and caught what Komachi threw.

"What's this?"

"have no idea."

Komachi shook his head seriously, and then explained:

"Master Shiki gave this to me before. He said he wanted me to give it to a person who is 'not dead, but can't be considered alive either.' This is the current Takeya you, right?"

"Well"

Wu Ye was a little dumbfounded. Indeed, he who came to the other side because of a strange revolving door could not be regarded as dead, but he could not be said to be alive either.

So under Komachi's acquiescing gaze, Takeru peeled off the outer layer of dark cloth, only to see a delicate spoon lying quietly inside.