I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

Yuzawa Tsugumi's voice is like a gentle spring rain, softly touching everyone's heart.

"That's right, these are the supporting bassist and guitarist."

With a smile, Naruto unconsciously gestured with his hands, as if playing an invisible melody, like an announcer showing Asahi Rikka and Yahata Kairin carefully selecting their drinks.

"Is Mr. Naruhiro finally going to give in to Kokoko?" Tsugumi Yuzawa gently rested her fingers on her chin. "Before, he was struggling to make ends meet, and there were hardly any people at the detective agency. Now he's suddenly become wealthy."

“I made a big deal.” Mingxian looked up.

Yuzawa Tsugumi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Could there really be supernatural events? Could those urban legends be true?"

Mingxian said, "Didn't you encounter ghosts before?"

"That shouldn't count..." Yuzawa Tsugumi seemed unwilling to dwell on the matter and looked at Rikka as if changing the subject.

"Rikka, is she a guitarist too?"

Yuzawa Tsugumi's short hair swayed gently with her movements. Her employee uniform did not conceal her naivety and innocence; instead, it accentuated her youthful curves, making her all the more endearing.

Mingxian explained, "She came to Tokyo because of her music dream, but she can't find a bandmate yet, because the band never lacks guitarists."

Tsugumi Hanazawa: "..."

Upon hearing this, even the usually mild-mannered Hanazawa Tsugumi fell silent.

Rikka covered her mouth.

"Is that right?"

Mingxian nodded: "I suggest switching to a different track, such as bass or keyboard, as these two instruments are the most in need of players."

Yawata Kairin took a sip of coffee.

"That's a statement that's hard to refute."

Tsugumi Hazawa smiled and looked at Naruhiro: "But why does Mr. Naruhiro suddenly want to find a band? Is it to play some kind of music?"

Mingxian hummed smugly to himself, then took out a stack of sheet music: "These are the songs I composed. From today onwards, I'm a music producer!"

"That's amazing." Yuzawa Tsugumi clapped in agreement.

The Asahi Rikka next to her also clapped.

As the daughter of Yuzawa Cafe in the shopping district and also the keyboardist for the band, Yuzawa Tsugumi didn't have much resistance to taking on this job.

It's not like I'm going on stage to perform; I'm just helping music producers record audio.

If you have some free time, it wouldn't hurt to lend a hand.

Moreover, Mingxian is also a regular at the coffee shop.

Yawata Kairin interjected, "Do you have a suitable candidate for the drummer?"

"Why don't you ask Yamabuki-nee at the bakery next door?" Naruhira was referring to Yamabuki Bakery on the shopping street, which was also a famous shop on the street.

Their daughter, Saya Yamabuki, is the drummer for Poppin'Party.

"Poppin'Party!"

Asahi Rikka blushed instantly, as excited as a fawn in the forest.

The group then headed towards Yamabuki Bakery.

Yamabuki Saya seemed to have just returned home and was helping out at the family shop. Upon seeing everyone, she first greeted them with her usual greeting, "Welcome."

Then, they played a stringed instrument to indicate their purpose.

Saya Yamabuki didn't mind recording the audio, but she looked at Tsugumi Hazawa, who had been looking at the sheet music since earlier.

"Is there something wrong with Mingxian's piece?"

Yuzawa Tsugumi raised her head, her eyes trembling slightly, her gaze lingering on a song with lingering affection. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Mingxian, are you calling me by the wrong name, Shaling?"

"No, Mingxian is only a first-year student."

Yuzawa Tsugumi stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Narugen, who was a head taller than her, and the adult aura emanating from him. She couldn't help but ask, "Is Mr. Narugen a year younger than me?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Mingxian shamelessly admitted.

Body, identity, experience, years...

Everyone says he's a high school student, so he is.

Anyway, I'm forever seventeen!

"well!?"

Asahi Rikka exclaimed in surprise.

Mingxian was somewhat speechless. He took out his student ID and showed it to them.

Asahi Rikka and Hanazawa Tsugumi peeked over, and even Hachiman Kairin couldn't resist standing on tiptoe to take a closer look.

"Shuchiin?" Asahi Rikka exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that the legendary school where the children of politicians and big businessmen go?"

Yuzawa Tsugumi frowned slightly, also somewhat shocked.

"So Mingxian... junior is also in school. I thought he was one of those carefree adults."

"No, I have never attended a single class at Shuchiin."

Tsugumi Hanazawa: "..."

Asahi Rikka: "..."

Saya Yamabuki: "..."

Yawata Kairin said, "Isn't a student's duty to go to school?"

"I really don't want you to say that to me." Mingxian was also speechless: "You guys play in bands every day, where has your rock and roll spirit gone? You're actually studying diligently!"

"I feel like you have some strange prejudice against playing in a band." Hachiman Kairin was utterly speechless.

Mingxian retorted, "Isn't rock music supposed to be about standing on stage and arguing with the audience?"

Rikka Asahi inexplicably felt as if she had been shot in the knee.

Why do you feel this way?

Mingxian continued, "Or perhaps they missed out on important family members because of their musical dreams."

Saya Yamabuki suddenly felt guilty.

"Either they agree to be in a band for life, but the lead singer runs away to inherit the family business."

Yuzawa Tsugumi's heart skipped a beat.

"Or someone you care about goes off to play heavy metal with others for their whole life, leaving you to play heavy metal all by yourself."

Yawata Kairin crossed her arms over her chest, feeling nothing at all.

She thought for a moment, then said casually, "Although I feel that your words have a hidden meaning, let's continue talking about the recording."

Mingxian shrugged.

Yuzawa Tsugumi also came to her senses, dispelling the inexplicable worry in her heart, and picked up the sheet music she cared about very much: "I think this song 'Tomorrow's Night Sky Sentry Post' is very suitable for Ran. Can you let Afterglow cover it?"

"sure."

Playing the string is fine.

Having been a long-time anime fan in his previous life, he still had a lot of Japanese songs in his head, so he didn't care about one or two.

The important thing is to create your own battle theme first.

Otherwise, I always feel like something is missing.

Yuzawa Tsugumi sincerely expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, Naruhiro-senpai."

Yawata Kairin also showed some interest: "Can the supporting musicians also choose a song as payment?"

“Sure.” Mingxian nodded.

Anyway, I'm just a porter of these songs.

Instantly, the four girls present became interested and began to select from the pieces that Mingxian had written down.

Ultimately, four girls from different bands, or those without bands, temporarily came together to play a suitable tune.

"Who will sing?" Yuzawa Tsugumi asked.

Mingxian said nonchalantly, "With so many bands here, finding a passionate male singer shouldn't be difficult."

Girls: "..."

After a moment of inexplicable silence, Hachiman Kairin said firmly, "This is the most difficult one."

This area has many girls' schools, and is also influenced by spiritual veins and divine blood, resulting in an imbalance where yin prevails over yang.

There are many girl bands, but very few men.

"Why don't you sing it?" Hachiman Kairin suggested. "Singing your own songs is the most emotionally resonant, isn't it?"

Mingxian: "..."

It felt a little strange that I sang the battle theme myself.

I feel inexplicably ashamed!

After thinking for a moment, Mingxian suddenly took out a mask and put it on: "From now on, I am an online singer, Masked Singer!"

The battle theme is sung by Kamen Singer, so what does that have to do with my roaring?

Not Agito: Chapter Twenty-Six - The Onmyoji's Reaction

Tokyo.

Nezu Shrine.

A pitch-black coffin lay silently in the center of the courtyard, like the only shadow in an endless night, devouring every ray of light around it.

The Onmyoji around them were dressed in their demon-slaying attire, holding talismans tightly in their hands, circulating their incantations, and chanting spells over the coffin.

Its sound was distant and deep, as if it were guiding the soul inside the coffin through the gates of life and death.