Tokyo, Kita-ku, Oji Shrine.

"Water, Water ......"

Takeo Takeo, who was on the beam, licked his lips dryly, his fingers trembling against the wood, and he finally woke up slowly after a few days in a coma.

The call of the water sounded like someone was babbling in a dream, and the sound of wood being beaten was ghostly.

The working witch who was cleaning under the beams of the house raised her head, and she seemed to have heard something just now.

It's scary.

It's not the sound of insects, although it's very weak, but it's really the voice of a human being, but she's the only one in this temple.

The temple is not big enough to hide anyone else.

"Bang." Holding a simple broom, the working witch looked around pitifully.

No, it can't be a ghost.

"Who, who's in the house."

"I, I'm going to call the police!"

She wanted to run out screaming, but it would be a shame if it was just her own whims.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell from the beam.

"Yikes!"

The working witch hurriedly stepped back, watching Takeo Takeo fall to the ground.

A white-haired man fell from the sky.

He spread it on the ground like a loaf of bread, with one leg stretched out, the other folded outward, and his left hand pointing to the top of his head.

"I want to drink water......"

Takeo Shoubu opened his eyes, and the light in the temple was already very dim, but after sleeping on the beam of the room with his eyes closed for so many days, his eyes couldn't be stimulated by the slightest light.

Just a moment when he opened his eyes, he immediately closed his eyes in pain.

"Yes, it's human."

The working witch breathed a sigh of relief, it's good that it's not a demon or a monster.

But why did this one fall from above? Is it a thief?

The working witch looked up suspiciously, but she didn't see any holes in the roof.

It doesn't seem to have fallen from the roof, so this man can't have crossed over, right? Isn't it common for this kind of scene in comics and TV series to have a man suddenly appear on the earth, and he is generally handsome, either omniscient or cute.

"Water, please give it to me...... Water ......"

Takeo Shoubu shouted several times in succession to pull back the thoughts of the working witch, and her voice didn't sound cute and cute at all.

Only then did she notice that the man in front of her was naked, his right arm was empty, and under the cover of his white hair, the face of an uncle in his thirties was not handsome.

Since he is not handsome, he should not be a man who has crossed over.

"Water, I'll look for it."

The working witch decided to ignore the man's origins, he looked really pitiful, and if he didn't give him water to drink, he might really die of thirst.

If there's anything you'd like to ask, let's ask later.

But where will pure water be prepared in the temple, and some of it is only water that has been placed for an unknown number of days, and there is already a layer of fly ash floating on it.

"This, how about this." In a hurry, the working witch took out the water from the bucket with both hands, "Drink, it's still clean." ”

The water in the bucket was used to wipe down the temple furnishings, and it was not used to wash the rags, so it was not dirty, but the wall should not be called clean.

"Water ......"

Takeo Shoubu, who was dying of thirst without water for a few days, didn't care if it was clean or not, and his keen nose smelled the smell of water, and quickly put his face on it.

Refreshing.

"Goo-Goo......

He gulped down the water, and his mind gradually cleared up under the stimulation of the cool water.

Where is this?,It looks like the worship hall in the shrine.,Is this what you live in during this time.,And then,What is the girl in front of you?

The appearance of a high school student is not pretty, it can only be said to be ordinary, except for the almost real youthful atmosphere, almost no different from an ordinary woman who has been deprived of all hope by life, and she still has water in her hands that has not been completely drunk.

Did you just drink water from her?

A little...... It's a little embarrassing.

The thirty-two-year-old uncle was a little embarrassed.

"Here it is...... Where? ”

Shoubu tried to support himself to stand up, but as soon as he exerted his "hands", he found that his right hand was empty.

By the way, his arm was cut off by the woman who used the bone, and then it was blown to pieces.

This is what it feels like to not have a right hand, and Takeo Moribe calmly accepted the fact that he lost his right hand, and he was lucky to lose only one arm compared to losing his life, and if he lived, there was still hope.

"This is the Prince Shrine, don't you know the Prince Shrine?"

"Prince Shrine? Prince Abe Shrine? ”

Takeo Shoube's face was full of embarrassment, he even finished college in Osaka, and he was really unfamiliar with places outside of Osaka, there seemed to be only one Prince Abe Shrine in Osaka.

"What, Abe, this is the Prince Shrine of Kita-ku, you're not from Kita-ku?"

"North...... Where is the North District......"

"Tokyo, Kita-ku, Tokyo's 23rd ward, aren't you from the island?"

"Ah, well, it's in Tokyo."

I don't know if the North Ward will rise to the level of a non-national?!

And do the people of the island have to know the name of Tokyo's 23rd ward? Takeo Morabe couldn't help it in his heart, and the people of Tokyo were too arrogant.

But how did he get to Tokyo, could it be that Tamamo-mae sent him......

Tamamo front?

In the end, he didn't deserve to die, and then he was taken back by the fox in his body by Yuzao, and his spiritual power disappeared.

Thinking of spiritual power, Shoubu Takeo couldn't help but feel stunned in his heart. He was lucky to survive, but his spiritual power was gone, and he became the former Shoubu Takeo again, but he lost a lot and cut off a lot of hatred.

"You can't be greedy."

But you can't be greedy, and that week's chivalrous deeds should be regarded as a beautiful dream.

It's good for people to live.

Just thinking about it, Takeo Shoubu self-deprecatingly mobilized the spiritual power in his body.

"Whew!!"

The air in the temple suddenly became hot, and a long string of flames forty or fifty meters long suddenly appeared from the severed right arm of the guard, and with his thoughts, this flame kept stabilizing its shape, as if it was about to become symmetrical to the mirror of his left arm.

It's an arm made of flames.

It has a joint, a palm, and five fingers, except that it cannot be used to touch others.

"Wow, wow!"

The working witch was so frightened by the sudden flames that she sat backwards, and she covered her mouth so that she didn't let herself scream.

"You, you, you ......"

The white-haired middle-aged man, not handsome, a little rustic, but the broken right arm has a flame arm, which is very inconsistent.

No wonder he fell from the sky but didn't smash the big hole, he just crossed over!

"I'm very sorry just now.,Reacquaint yourself.,I'm Eiko Hirano.,Welcome to the Prince Shrine in Kita-ku, Tokyo, an island nation on the earth.,It's a pleasure to meet you.。 Heino Eiko eagerly held Takeo Shoube's left hand.