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Chapter 391 The name "Heart" is too weak.

Wearing a strange white mask and a red and white shrine maiden outfit that revealed spheres on both sides, her fair skin bore several gruesome wounds that had not yet healed. Her beautiful long black hair, hanging down her back, was stained with a strong smell of blood at the ends. Although her golden pupils radiated a sharpness, it was not difficult to see the weariness within them.

The first words spoken by Yotsuya Miko, a girl who has strived to become an exorcist priestess, were—

"water…"

"Water..."

These words came from dry lips, and the mask on his face seemed to reveal his current mood—he was utterly exhausted.

Bang...bang...bang...

Like a walking corpse, she knocked on the door of the Lost House, also known as the Yakumo House, a mysterious residence and the only designated resurrection spring.

ga-

The door opened, and a blonde fox girl jumped out.

She calmly carried the girl, who was about to faint, into the house, then skillfully removed her shrine maiden's clothes, applied special medicinal powder to her wounds, put on white bandages with healing properties, and cast a small cleansing spell on her body.

As the medicine took effect, the girl's breathing gradually stabilized, and the pained expression on her mask gradually calmed down.

Of course, water wasn't forgotten either.

With two gulps, the girl, who was nearly dying of thirst and whose throat was parched, drank the entire gourd of water that the fox girl had brought in one go.

Wait, a gourd?
"Ha↑ha↑ha↑ha↑"

Just moments ago, Miko lay on the ground looking severely injured, but suddenly stood up and let out a strange laugh. "Now, I don't know why, I'm not afraid of monsters anymore, and I don't even care about ghosts!"
Resurrected! Yotsuya Miko, resurrected!

She waved her arms and legs, just like Nobita wielding Doraemon's Windmill Fist, or like the powerful Wheel Punch that Retsu Kaioh used to defeat Poseidon in another world, stirring up air currents that crashed and churned around the room.

Although her body was wrapped in bandages, it was still possible to see glimpses of her skin.

For a teenage girl going through puberty, growth and development is a normal thing, but the obvious physical growth indicates that at least a few months have passed.

But compared to her figure, her biggest growth wasn't in that area, but rather...

"How dare those lowly, dog-like monsters attack the priestess? Hmm? None of them are a match for me! I could take on ten of them with one hand!"

Her incoherent state was a clear sign of intoxication.

Yes, there's definitely no water in the gourd.

Instead, it is the Oni Sake produced by Hyakuyakumasu, the famous Oni Sake Vessel of Ibaraki-dōji, and its side effect is—Berserk Mode!

boom--! !

"Haaaaaaah!"

The mask on Yotsuya Miko's face changed from a mournful expression to a hideous demon, Hannya, and her entire body was constantly surging with blue fighting spirit, undulating like waves.

That's right, her current level of battle aura is so powerful that it can only be described with an onomatopoeic word like "boom".

Taking deep breaths, as if some large machine were in operation, her muscles, honed through actual combat, became noticeably more defined, and the light of her fighting spirit grew terrifying. Yotsuya Miko declared calmly.

"I won't wait any longer! I said I would become the queen!" Star-like brilliance wrapped around her limbs, and without any hesitation, the girl, whose body was only wrapped in bandages, immediately walked out the door.

Yakumo Ran watched from the side, sensing the aura emanating from Miko, her tail tucked into a tight ball, her face showing a conflicted expression.

She didn't know whether to stop her, but it was clear that subduing Yotsuya Miko in her current berserk state was no longer an easy task.

From "a weakling" to "a third-rate temporary shrine maiden," and now to "a human who requires a little seriousness to deal with," Yakumo Ran's evaluation of Yotsuya Miko has been steadily rising.

That feeling is like hearing that a friend who had a gym membership but only used the treadmill suddenly not only got the membership but also won the Olympia bodybuilding competition. Even if you take nine doses of veterinary drugs every day and train yourself to be super sharp, you probably couldn't do that.

This is especially true when the opponent uses breathing techniques beyond their capacity. If she was only at the level of an ordinary Ripple user at the beginning, she is now at the level of inheriting hundreds of Deep Immortal Meridian Ripple Rapids in one breath.

"As instructed by Lord Zi, Lord Jianzi should have temporarily reached his limit..."

Ran Yakumo pondered to herself, thinking that ordinary high-level youkai would probably have a hard time defeating Miko, but if she used her full strength, she could still instantly kill her and make her go to sleep...

However, something seemed amiss, and a sense of crisis prevented the fox spirit from making a move.

In Egyptian mythology, when the ancients looked up at the night sky, they did not see it as an endless universe. They imagined that a transparent membrane covered the night sky, and they regarded the stars as "holes in the transparent membrane" rather than "spheres suspended in the void".

The world breathes like a human being, and the stars are the openings through which it breathes; whenever the world breathes, starlight pours down.

Starlight is the breath of the world.

Breathing in this world and circulating that special power will attract the attention of certain stars.

Right now, Yakumo Ran feels a kind of "gaze" descending upon her.

"Could it be that legendary dragon among the monsters, the great celestial dragon that devoured the northern sky... Lord Zi! So Lord Miko obtained the celestial dragon..."

Before she could figure it out, two beams of white light flashed past her one after the other.

Wow, blue! Let me examine it!

Even before the sound arrived, a large, iron-like hand was there.

When that large hand reached out, it gave Yakumo Ran, who had just turned around in astonishment, a feeling that there was no way to escape or avoid it, as if it were grabbing at her from the vast and boundless sky.

She immediately understood—the one who had summoned the Great Heavenly Dragon's gaze was not Yotsuya Miko, but the man who was now standing there.

The sage looked with a smile at the nine-tailed fox who was lying motionless in Jagi's arms, her eyes brimming with tears from being bullied, and coldly rejected her plea for help.

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

……

Having been given a "state of being awake and drunk" on the spot, Miko finally returned to reality. Without any embarrassment, she put on her school uniform and sat properly opposite Yakumo Yukari and Jagi, who had just finished their time travel.

Perhaps there was some awkwardness, but because of the mask, it was difficult for others to see.

As if sensing the two curious gazes, the girl pointed to the white mask on her face, which had been malfunctioning and trembling since earlier, and instead of saying "long time no see," she excitedly introduced herself:
"This child's name is Xin (Heart), isn't it adorable?"

Jia Ji slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "The name 'Heart' is too weak, how about 'Sword Heart' instead!"

(End of this chapter)