You say this is a love game?

No matter whether it is weak or not, just put it on first.

At the same time, Mizutani Makoto also realized one thing - he had no concept of "equipment bar".

In other words, as long as he can hang items like this on his body that can take effect, he can theoretically wear them indefinitely.

Put the Buddhist beads in your pocket. They are about the same size as glass marbles, so you can easily fit a dozen in your pocket.

At this point, Mizutani Makoto has completed his rest and needs to consider the next step.

"There are too few lone monsters."

Mizutani Makoto looked at the two Ksitigarbha monks gathered together in the distance and couldn't help but sigh sadly.

There are no more lone monsters to kill.

The rest of the starts were two together.

Friends who often play Souls must have a deep understanding that one-on-one combat and group fights are simply two different gaming experiences, especially when being stunned to death, the temperature really rises.

But you still have to try, right?

Mizutani Makoto tightened the kitchen knife in his hand. He was not seriously injured at the moment.

After these battles, he has gained a good understanding of Ksitigarbha's combat logic, skills and moves, as well as the range of his warning.

Simply put, he succeeded in backboarding.

After fully understanding the young monk's fighting style, he felt that it was not impossible to fight two at once.

Otherwise, he would have to go back and fight with Miss JK for three hundred rounds. Compared to Miss JK who has not figured out the tricks yet, Makoto Mizutani would rather fight with the real man Ksitigarbha.

But fighting two at once was more difficult than he had imagined.

click!

When the Buddha head bead on the first skull exploded under the impact of the blade, Mizutani Makoto could no longer feel the existence of his left hand.

The broken teeth of Ksitigarbha monk were embedded in his shoulder socket, and blood sizzled out with every breath.

The little Ksitigarbha monk whose Buddha head bead was smashed by him was being strangled tightly in his arms.

The second wandering Ksitigarbha monk pounced out from the right, and its stone claws hooked the kitchen knife he was trying to defend himself with. The hasty defense made Mizutani Makoto feel that the handle of the knife was as slippery as a loach. He simply let go and no longer paid attention to the second Ksitigarbha monk. Instead, he fell to the ground coughing up blood foam, and his fingertips dug into the old scars on the neck of the monk in his arms.

click!

The sound of the stone ball taking shape on the other side overlapped with Mizutani Makoto's screams.

The monk, who had the appearance of a stone statue, was relatively fragile at the joints. Mizutani Makoto's palm plunged directly into them, and he tore off the head of the young monk Ksitigarbha as if he were breaking a watermelon.

Then, the stone ball on the right side smashed the ribs, and the sound was as crisp as a dead branch breaking.

He fell to the ground coughing up blood foam, his fingertips tightly gripping the broken head of the Ksitigarbha monk. As the head turned into sand and disappeared, the stone claws of another monk pierced his waist and pounced on him like a mad dog, biting him.

Moonlight poured down on the folded bodies.

Ending: [Marrying a Hero]

……

……

The next morning,

Mizutani Makoto washed his face with cold water and replayed last night's final battle in his mind.

One on two and I even replaced one! Win!

If it had been handled better, both Ksitigarbha monks would have been killed!

"Huh, it feels pretty comfortable..."

Mizutani Makoto combed his hair back, and the boy in the mirror was yawning.

The way he now enters the crack space is more like "entering a dream".

He enters the private Hiiragiyama Academy at midnight every day, while his body in the outside world falls into a deep sleep.

When he finished the battle today, it was 2:26 in the morning. When he woke up, in addition to the fatigue and soreness from sword practice, he also felt a deeper mental fatigue.

I only slept for two hours.

Then I lay down and continued to sleep, another less than two hours of rest.

Fortunately, he had acquired "spiritual power" before, and his body and mind seemed to have become more resilient. Otherwise, he didn't know how he would have gotten through the days of going to school and working during the day and staying up late playing games at night.

Check out the harvest:

Soul: 132

[Kendo Niten Ichiryu]: 136/500 (Beginner)

OK!

The small treasury is gradually being replenished.

As usual, Mizutani Makoto went out at around four in the morning.

Facing the night lights of the city before the sun rose, he stretched lazily in the cold wind and muttered to himself:

"Time to refuel, workers."

Chapter 021: Illusion Under the Sultry Clouds

It was lunchtime.

The cost of staying up late is revealed.

--sleepy.

After Mizutani Makoto finished delivering newspapers and endured Kubo's harassment, the morning's study time passed like water. He thought he could have a peaceful afternoon, but his daily rhythm was interrupted again.

click -

The lock of the iron door made a click. Mizutani Makoto looked at the "No Entry" sign in front of the door and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Leading the way is Mai Yajima.

"Where did you get the key?"

"It's the spare key."

"A spare key isn't something students can get, right?"

"Hehe, that's the time to test my ability... Look, isn't the key in my hand now?"

Mai Yajima showed the key in her palm with a boastful expression on her face.

Well, it looks like it was obtained through illegal means.

"What if we're discovered?"

You will definitely be punished.

There might even be a notice criticizing the student, with a notice saying that a certain student stole the key to the rooftop just to do some unknown and shameful things on the rooftop, etc.

But who could believe that he and Mai Yajima were actually innocent and had a purely legitimate friendship between opposite sexes?

Well, at least he thought so.

"It's good that we don't get discovered." Yajima Mai raised her index finger, made a shushing gesture, and whispered, "Let's be quiet... Eh? Why can't I open this door?"

Mai Yajima put her hand on the door handle, but due to years of disrepair, the iron door made a rough creaking sound and was difficult to push.

Yajima Mai stepped back.

Mai Yajima takes a small run-up.

Mai Yajima kicked hard!

Bang! !

Mizutani Makoto's shoulders shook twice.

Do you have any misunderstanding about "be quiet"?

"this--"

"Let's go!" Mai Yajima's urging made him hold back what was in his mind.

When he pushed the door open, Mizutani Makoto saw a flock of pigeons startled and casting fleeting shadows on the concrete floor.

He looked ahead.

The fence was covered with years of bird droppings, and the rusty protective netting whimpered in the wind. The glass curtain wall of the office building next door refracted the sunlight into diamond-shaped spots of light, and the wind from the seventh floor, wrapped in dazzling reflections, hit him directly in the face.

It was hard to imagine that this world was actually attacking him, a sixteen-year-old comrade who was accustomed to looking up at the sky.

This is the rooftop.

It was originally a prohibited area.

Yajima Mai twirled the key ring around her index finger, the crisp metallic clinking sounds mingling with the girl's smug boasting, "See, I was right, wasn't I? It's a gorgeous sunny day today, and it's incredibly fresh here!"

He began to doubt whether it was a wrong decision for him to believe Mai Yajima's words and skip his precious lunch break in such an outrageous way.

Refreshing?

It's hot and humid!

Mizutani Makoto recalled what had just happened - lunch break had just begun, and the students either rushed to the cafeteria or enjoyed their lunch boxes in the classroom, but Yajima Mai came towards him with a canvas bag and said with great anticipation that she would take him to an awesome secret base.

What kind of secret base could there be in the school?

Mizutani Makoto scoffed at first.

But Mai Yajima assured him that there would be no outsiders in the secret base, so out of curiosity and because he had promised to taste Mai Yajima's lunch box yesterday, he followed her.

Now, he found that what Yajima Mai said was quite right - the rooftop of Yami High School was a restricted area for students. Apart from Yajima Mai who got the spare key from somewhere, it was impossible for a third person to come here.

But who has the time to climb onto the rooftop?

The concrete floor of the rooftop had been exposed to the sun and had an asphalt texture. It was not as comfortable as the anime portrayed, but rather extremely hot.

The heat at the end of May condensed into beads of sweat that slid down my collar.

Now that I'm here, I'll find a shady place to sit down and take a look.

To be honest, Mizutani Makoto is not very good at dealing with this kind of alone time with just two people.

He wanted to take Kubo Shinji with him, but the yellow-haired guy seemed to have predicted his actions in advance. He just ran away with his pee and disappeared. He couldn't find him even when he urged him through Line.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

“Gegegege: Isn’t this just like Batman telling the Joker—Go back to Gotham City, and I won’t beat you up anymore, hahahaha… Whoever believes that is the real Joker!”

The eaves.

He just wanted to have lunch with Kubo Shinji, but he didn't know that he was close to his brother, and his brother was playing tricks on him.

There is not even the most basic trust!

Sooner or later, this brother will be pushed off the seventh-floor rooftop!

Makoto Mizutani opened his bottle of peach oolong tea, took a sip, and listened to the roar of the central air conditioner in the distance. He felt that he was a little confused about what Mai Yajima was thinking.

Try it out:

"Why do you want to come to the rooftop?"

"There are two reasons. The first one is... Makotan, don't you think it's interesting? It seems like it's always played out like that in TV shows, movies, and anime. Rooftop scenes pop up all the time, and it makes it feel so romantic."

As she spoke, she chuckled, "But in reality, it seems that no one comes to the rooftop at all."

Mizutani Makoto nodded in agreement. "It's scorching hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter. The wind blows regardless of the season, and the dust is abundant regardless of the weather, day or night."

"Wow, that's a very sensible thing to say. Makotan is amazing."

applaud!

The corner of Mizutani Makoto's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that this girl was particularly talented in making embarrassing remarks.

This isn't the first time, are you forcing yourself to praise me?

But Yajima Mai clearly didn't care. Like a magician, she pulled out a tablecloth and lunch box from her canvas bag, pressing the edge of the tablecloth onto the dusty concrete floor. After doing all this, she put her hands behind her back and tiptoed closer to Mizutani Makoto.

"What about the second reason?" Mizutani Makoto looked up at the sky.