A Stardew Valley farmer came to Gensokyo.

Then, she would record the other person's expression as excellent material for the next issue of the newspaper.

With her view soaring through the sky, Aya Shameimaru had an extremely wide field of vision. She only needed to patrol the vicinity of the Human Village a few times before she easily spotted Natsumi's trail.

His gaze was fixed on Liu Zhiyao, who was standing in the south of the river. He then descended silently from the sky to the riverbank in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Aya Shameimaru appeared, a large, fat, and slippery catfish flew straight towards her cheek.

"Huh?" Shameimaru instinctively dodged to the side, and a sharp cry of pain immediately came from beneath his feet.

"Huh, there's a little tanuki here?" Shameimaru Aya looked at the tanuki whose tail he had accidentally stepped on with surprise, quickly moved his feet away, and said with a silly smile, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice you by accident."

Hearing Aya Shameimaru's voice, Xia Xun had just steadied the struggling catfish in her hand and looked up to look for her.

They must be here to deliver yesterday's and today's newspapers.

But the moment Xia Xun saw Aya Shameimaru clearly, he blurted out, "Aya, which victim arrested you and then hung you up and whipped you?"

At this moment, Aya Shameimaru was dressed in battle-damaged clothes, with bandages wrapped around her arms, several bandages on her face, and obvious redness and swelling on one side of her cheek.

"Slander! This is a complete slander against my great journalistic career!" Upon hearing Xia Xun's words, Shameimaru Aya jumped up and down, waving her arms and pointing to her injuries as she loudly defended herself, "These are the efforts and medals I've contributed to the great cause of journalism! They're not something like being arrested!"

"Hmph, let's take a look at the latest issue of Wenwen News."

She proudly handed over the newspaper, her eyes burning with intense fervor. "This newspaper will ensure that the entire Gensokyo remembers me—Aya Shameimaru, a great journalist!"

Xia Xun looked at her enthusiastic expression and curled his lip inwardly, unconvinced.

What's so exciting about a paparazzi entertainment report? It's just for fun.

However, when he took the newspaper and his eyes fell on the picture that occupied the largest space on the front page, he was instantly stunned.

"This...this is indeed a newspaper that will be remembered throughout Gensokyo!"

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Terrifying Man

The moment Xia Xun saw the newspaper, her gaze was immediately drawn to the striking image on the front page.

In the picture, Reimu Hakurei is riding on Marisa Kirisame's back, her hands raised high, her fists clenched tightly, and the crimson killing intent surging in her eyes is almost bursting through the paper.

The way that punch came down was nothing like a casual scuffle; it was clearly aimed at killing.

"hiss--"

Xia Xun gasped, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

He abruptly turned to look at Aya Shameimaru beside him: "What's wrong with Reimu? Why do I feel like she's really going to kill Marisa?"

"Is Marisa alright?!"

Aya Shameimaru, however, seemed completely unconcerned, casually fanning herself with her hand:

"Marisa? It's alright, in the end she just ran away from Hakurei Shrine crying."

As she spoke, she suddenly moved closer to Xia Xun, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and somehow she had already produced a pen and a calligraphy brush:

"Never mind such trivial matters! You're one of the people involved, Xia Xun! Come on, tell me quickly, what are your thoughts on seeing this scene? I want a detailed interview!"

"Me? The person involved?"

Xia Xun pointed to herself, looking completely bewildered:

"I only found out about this from you, what does it have to do with me?"

"Of course it's related!"

Aya Shameimaru spoke with such conviction that she even pointed her finger at the newspaper:

"You're the one who caused this incident! The Hakurei Shrine Maiden killed her best friend just to steal you, the new man!"

"Rumors! This is blatant fabrication!"

Xia Xun retorted loudly, but her gaze involuntarily fell back onto the newspaper.

Reimu's murderous aura was so different from the lazy, unmotivated red and white shrine maiden he knew, who only cared about making money and eating.

What did Marisa Kirisame do to make Reimu so angry?

Could they have really stolen the betting box?

As a friend of both of them, Xia Xun couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

"Oh ho ho, so that's the reaction."

Shameimaru Aya stroked her chin, her eyes fixed on every change in Xia Xun's face as if observing a rare creature.

Immediately, her pen flew across the paper, and a new line appeared on the decorative sticker:

"Faced with an impartial interview by our reporter, Xia Xun became agitated and vehemently denied the allegations. However, he secretly rejoiced at the fact that his charm had caused the shrine maiden to break with her friend. He truly deserves to be called the culprit behind this 'shrine maiden's rampage'."

She doesn't care about logic or the truth; she only cares about whether the news is sensational enough and whether it can sell newspapers.

Looking at Xia Xun's worried face, and recalling the photos he had risked his life to take yesterday, Aya Shameimaru had already woven a love-hate love triangle drama of more than 100,000 words in her mind.

Thinking about the imminent surge in Wenwen News' sales, she was almost so excited she wanted to spin around in circles.

Click!Click!

The sound of camera shutters rang out one after another. With the speed of a tengu, Aya Shameimaru secretly took a close-up of Natsumi's expression at that moment, and then with a "whoosh", her figure disappeared into the rain.

Xia Xun, however, had no time to pay attention to her coming and going.

He stared down at the newspaper in his hand. In the photo, the murderous intent in Reimu Hakurei's eyes was almost tangible, and half of Marisa Kirisame's face was swollen.

"Sigh... I can't pretend I didn't see it."

He sighed, glancing regretfully at the misty, rain-shrouded willow trees.

Today should have been a perfect day for catching big fish.

"Mmm~! Mmm~!"

A soft sobbing sound suddenly came from beside my feet.

Xia Xun looked down and saw the little tabby cat pawing at his trouser leg with its front paws, tilting its little head up and looking at him expectantly, its meows full of affection.

"A greedy little fellow."

Xia Xun couldn't help but chuckle, bent down, and gently placed the large catfish, weighing seven or eight pounds, in front of it.

Meeting is fate, especially since it's so well-behaved and cute.

"Um--!"

When the little tabby cat saw that it had actually caught the big fish, it cried out excitedly, kicked off with its hind legs, and pounced on it!

Crack!

The giant catfish lashed out with its tail, striking the little raccoon squarely in the face and sending it flying, rolling several times on the wet grass.

"Mmm! Mmm-hmm!"

It groggily got up and cried out pitifully.

Xia Xun burst out laughing when she saw it.

Hearing the laughter, the little tabby cat wasn't bothered. It scrambled to its feet and ran quickly back to Xia Xun's feet, rubbing against his legs and continuing to act affectionately.

"What a clever little devil."

Xia Xun rubbed its fluffy little head, pulled out the axe, and gently tapped the still-throwing catfish's head with the back of the axe.

thump.

The giant catfish immediately fell into a peaceful sleep.

The little raccoon was startled and shrank its neck, but then it became smug again. It approached the unconscious fish, puffed out its chest, and grunted twice before lowering its head and struggling to pick up the large catfish that was much longer than itself.

"Mmmmm~"

It barked happily at Xia Xun as a farewell, then, carrying its prize, it wobbled and trudged into the woods.

Xia Xun watched the figure disappear into the grass, her heart softening completely.

It's so intelligent and perceptive; it might really be a little monster. I wonder if, like in the stories, it will one day take human form and come back to repay its kindness?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, turned around and neatly put away his fishing rod, stuffed the empty wooden box back into his backpack, picked up his umbrella and hurried towards the human world.

Hopefully, Reimu has calmed down by now.

Xia Xun silently prayed, and unconsciously quickened her pace a few more steps.

Unbeknownst to him, the magic within his body began to circulate on its own, and a faint aquamarine halo, like a flowing film, covered his entire body. He instinctively used his magic to strengthen his body.

The dirt road was muddy and slippery in the rain, but Xia Xun suddenly felt that the road under her feet was much easier to walk on. When she looked down, she realized that she was surrounded by a shimmering blue light.

Through his newly acquired elemental vision, he could see that the abundant water element in the world, due to the rainfall, was quietly converging on him, and the magic symbolizing the water system in his sea of ​​consciousness was also slightly increasing.

He stretched out his hand from under the umbrella, and the falling raindrops touched his skin. Then, under Xia Xun's subconscious repulsion, they rolled off untouched.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He put the umbrella back into his backpack and let himself be immersed in the pouring rain.

At that moment, Xia Xun suddenly felt a sense of resonance.

Through the element of water, he saw the raindrops gather, rise, fall, and disperse, as if witnessing a brief but complete cycle of life.

The anxiety that had been hanging over Reimu and Marisa was soothed by this sudden realization, replaced by a clear joy.

A sense of enlightenment flowed through my heart like a stream.

He raised his hand, palm up, and his mind stirred slightly.

The surrounding rain suddenly trembled slightly, and a few strands of water vapor condensed and gathered into a small, floating cloud in his palm.

The rainmaking technique was successful.

"Haha, this feeling of suddenly understanding everything is amazing!"

Xia Xun laughed out loud in the rain, overjoyed to have grasped a change in water.

He simply started running in the rain, his feet treading on the mud as if walking on flat ground, his figure kicking up a string of splashes of water as he sped off towards the Human Village.

rustling.

The bushes by the roadside swayed gently, and a small head with a catfish in its beak popped out, gazing in the direction Xia Xun had gone, letting out a few soft cries.

Ripples of demonic power spread silently, passing through the rain curtain and heading east.

Deep within the distant Forest of Tanuki, the ears on the top of Niiwa Nyanzou's head suddenly twitched.

She put down the latest issues of Wenwen News, a sharp glint in her eyes.

"As expected, this human is highly problematic; he's even connected to the Tengu!"

She stared at the provocative headlines and photos in the newspaper, her expression growing increasingly grave, as if she were glimpsing the darkness of Gensokyo.

"The youkai of Youkai Mountain want to use humans to get rid of the Hakurei Shrine Maiden, then take control of the Human Village, and finally control the entire Gensokyo!"

She suddenly stood up, her tail taut behind her.

"I can't wait any longer, I have to act!"

"But this man truly lives up to his reputation as the chosen one by the yokai to seduce the Hakurei Shrine Maiden; he even managed to bewitch my little tanuki in such a short time."

Eryan Zang spoke in a deep voice, recalling the information he had just received from the little raccoon while investigating.

He actually begged her not to hurt Xia Xun; he's a good person.

What a terrifying man!

Chapter 55 You're Too Dangerous

The monster said.

Xia Xun was running wildly towards the Hakurei Shrine, her footsteps splashing water as she walked along the muddy animal trail.

suddenly--

A figure appeared out of thin air amidst the rain ahead, landing steadily in the middle of the road and blocking the way.

The raindrops were deflected by an invisible force the moment they touched the figure, bursting into fine mist. The newcomer was holding an old-fashioned oil paper umbrella, under which was Eryan Yuanzang, whom they had met the night before.

But unlike her languid and carefree demeanor while drinking last night, she now appeared solemn, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Its short, reddish-brown hair remained perfectly still in the rain, topped with a vibrant green leaf, and its long, bushy tail stood upright like a flag, its tips bristling.