I teach kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma wanted to draw the knife at that moment.

Since he can kill evil spirits - no, he can cut the ripples of the Dirac Sea, then he should have no problem beheading pigs in his dreams.

Tamamo grabbed his arm: "Wait a minute, you are an old acquaintance of mine after all. I can't explain it without nagging."

Kazuma: "You speak with a Kansai accent."

"The Kansai accent was the orthodox one during the Nara period."

Kazuma: "Oh, so I also have a Kansai accent?"

Without waiting for Tamamo to answer, the other person spoke, and the voice came from all directions, as if it was everywhere: "Tamazao, it's been a long time since I last saw you."

Kazuma raised his right hand: "Wait a minute, do you have to speak in such a eunuch's tone?"

"That's how ministers like Fujiwara spoke back then." Tamamo's old acquaintance explained to Kazuma.

Kazuma: "I see, the way the ministers dressed back then, with powder on their faces and this and that, really matches the tone."

"Tama~Momo~" The other party didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he prolonged the name Tamamo Mae and sang it like an encore, "How did you hook up with such an rude human being?"

Tamamo: "I've long been fed up with the red tape of the minister."

"Is that why you support Lord Nobunaga through Guitie? Well, it's a pity that there was a fire at Honnoji Temple..."

Kazuma: "Do you have to start from what happened four hundred years ago? How about something more recent? For example, let's talk about the Great Tengu who was killed by a Phantom fighter of the Yoyogi Flying Team."

The dream-eating tapir suddenly fell silent.

About five seconds passed before Hema sensed it, and then he said, "He... was killed. I wonder why I can't contact him.

"Human beings have become more and more aggressive in the past few decades, and even the weak monsters, even monsters at our level, have begun to die violently one after another.

"First it was Kaguya, then the Crow Tengu...I, in my dreams, want to eat rice cakes served by Kaguya again."

Kazuma frowned: "Kaguya-sama still makes rice cakes?"

Tamamo: "I directed the Moon Rabbits to cook. Occasionally I will ask Chang'e to cook with me."

"Wait a minute! Where did Chang'e escape?"

"Eh? The moon, it's normal to have Kaguya and Chang'e, right? We used to eat rice cakes and mooncakes at the same time. Kaguya often rides on bamboo to and from the earth and the moon, and she even takes us on a ride from time to time."

Tamamo had a nostalgic look on her face.

"It's a pity that there is nothing now. Ever since humans calculated the first and second cosmic speeds, Kaguya has been unable to return to the moon and has become a monster that can only walk on the ground."

Kazuma: "Uh...should I apologize here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the Dream-eating Tapir came from all directions again: "Tama~Momo~Since you can also show that expression, why not join us? If the mysterious power is restored, maybe the door to the underworld will open again. , we can also bring those old friends..."

"I refuse." Tamamo said loudly, "I've had enough of the monsters' lack of progress, and the world that has not changed for thousands of years. In the last two hundred years of mankind, everything has changed dramatically. In the past two hundred years, everything has changed dramatically. Here, the new things produced every day are worth the accumulation of immortals like you and me in a lifetime."

Kazuma: "It's not that exaggerated, right? After all, you have lived for so many years..."

"It's so exaggerated." Tamamo interrupted Kazuma, then pointed forward, "For example, this guy in front of me."

In front of Tamamo's finger was the petrified Akanishi Kaede. From the moment cracks appeared on the screen, Akanishi became a wooden man.

I wonder if my soul is not strong enough to maintain myself in a dream with two big monsters.

Obviously, the "this guy" in Tamamo's mouth does not refer to Akanishi, but the source of Akanishi's bloodline.

Tamamo raised her voice: "What this guy is playing now has been playing for many, many years. He played like this in the Jomon era, it was still like this in the Asuka Nara era, and there was no change in the Azuchi Momoyama era. Now... finally there is a change, This special effect of broken glass was learned from you humans."

Kazuma: "Did you learn it from humans?"

"Yes, before there was no glass, mirrors were all bronze mirrors, you know, so what he created was the effect of distorted bronze mirrors."

Dream-Eating Tapir: "You can talk about Yu~Zaoqian~'s ridicule at me later. Do you really not miss the past at all?"

"I don't miss it." Tamamo didn't hesitate at all.

"Compared to the stagnant past, this life is ten thousand times better now. Do you know how excited I was when the black ship attacked?

“I used to think that the whole world was just like Japan, as if time had stopped.

"I just knew that Kaguya couldn't fly anymore, and Chang'e didn't visit her often, but I didn't think about why.

"Because at that time, even my curiosity had been wiped out. I just lived like a walking zombie day after day. I could only observe some unique human beings occasionally to pass the boring time for decades."

"For example, Nagamaru was one of the more outstanding ones. Looking back now, that experience was quite fun."

Kazuma was stunned for a moment before he realized that Nagamaru was Mito Kōmon's nickname. When he got older, he changed his official name to Matsuchiyo or Chiyomatsu. After entering the Yuan Dynasty, he received the nickname given by Tokugawa Iemitsu, and officially Changed its name to Tokugawa Mitsuhiro.

Tamamo looked straight ahead, as if the elephant-nosed pig was in the void in front of her, and said loudly: "If you want me to go back to the days of the walking dead, I will not be happy."

"It's really stupid. You were once an arrogant monster, and nothing could threaten you. Now you don't even need external threats. You will grow old and die.

"To give up a near-eternal life just for that short-lived brilliance, how..."

Kazuma: “Why not?

"I thought that you, the majestic Lord of Dreams, would have something to say when you showed up here, but instead, I heard such foolish words.

“No matter how long your life is, if you don’t make any achievements, isn’t it just like an old lady’s footcloth, smelly, long, and worthless?

"It is precisely because life is short that human beings try their best to bloom.

"As the saying goes:

"So many things are always in a hurry; the world is turning and time is running out. Ten thousand years is too long. Seize the day and night."

Kazuma immediately began to speak Chinese at this time, and the moment the words were spoken, they turned into reality in the dream.

The cracks disappeared, and everything that was fragmented gradually turned into a complete picture: the stars rotated, the sun and the moon changed over the endless fields.

Along with the rapid changes in celestial phenomena, all things on the earth are growing and changing with each passing day.

Kazuma continued: "The four seas are churning with angry clouds and water, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder."

Lightning fell and the earth cracked.

Under the cracked ground, countless giant ships rose into the sky, the light of their engines shining like the sun and the moon.

Wait a minute, why is the picture different from the poem I read?

Confused by doubts, Kazuma still finished reading the last sentence of the poem: "We must wipe out all harmful insects and become invincible!"

The entire scene turned into a distant view of the Milky Way, and then zoomed in very quickly. It turned out that the starlight across the entire field of view was not the light of stars at all, but the engines of countless ships.

In front of the fleet is the black void, and another Milky Way faintly visible at the end of the void.

Kazuma originally thought that the opponent of this fleet was something like the Eye of Terror, but now he understood that the enemy of this fleet was "unknown".

The unknown galaxy, the unknown boundary of the universe.

Only "Unknown" is qualified to be a human opponent.

March into the unknown, to the edge of the universe, never stopping.

The passion for the horse turned into surging power. The entire dream was completely out of the control of the Dream-Eating Tapir, and it had no choice but to reveal its true form.

It's an elephant-nosed pig with many strange patterns on its body.

Kazuma looked at the guy and suddenly thought that it would taste good to stew potatoes with this product.

The moment this idea came up, everything around him changed. A kitchen knife was cut out of nothingness and chopped towards the dream-eating tapir.

"It's terrible." The dream-eating tapir disappeared like a mist, "He actually developed an appetite for me, Tamamo-mae, what did you find this time?"

Tamamo said with a smile: "The person I fell in love with at first sight is of course very powerful."

Kazuma: "You're talking nonsense. We have been in the same class for three years. You looked at me countless times, and we only got together for the first time in our senior year of high school."

Tamamo: "You in the third year of high school and you in the second and first year of high school are not the same thing at all, right? Before the Phoenix Nirvana, you were just a turkey."

When Kazuma interrupted Tamamo, the dream-eating tapir regrouped and took shape: "If I hadn't been the monster of the dream, I might have been seriously injured by now. Tamamo-mae, is this how you treat an old acquaintance?"

"Although we are old acquaintances, it seems that we are no longer on the same page."

Dream-Eating Tapir: "You used the wrong word, we are not human beings."

Tamamo: "I will be."

The lines all over the Dream-Eating Tapir's body glowed purple, and fire spewed out of the corners of its mouth. Because it was a dream, Kazuma could vaguely feel its anger affecting the surrounding scenery.

Tamamo: "You are worthy of being a dream monster. Faced with Kazuma's pure and surging soul power, you can regain some control of the dream. I originally wanted you to tell everything today."

"Hmph, if you want to know more, you should have tricked me into surrendering just now. Aren't you vixens the best at this? I came here after making enough plans, for fear of falling into your trap."

Elephant Trunk Pig said angrily.

"I didn't know you were so straightforward, unlike you, Tamamo-mae!"

"Because I also want to burn brilliantly." Tamamo tilted her head and smiled slightly, "By the way, let me tell you something, in the past year of high school..."

"You have been in your senior year of high school for so many years. How do I know which year you are talking about?" Dream Eater interrupted Tamamo.

Kazuma: "It's very rude of you to interrupt people talking like this."

Tamamo and Dream Eater seemed to have temporarily gained some kind of tacit understanding, and they looked at Kazuma together.

Tamamo: "No, I'm going to glare at you. I'm glaring at you for Shantaro."

Then she glared at Kazuma very hard.

The dream-eating tapir asked doubtfully: "Santaro?"

"Ah, I'm talking about a third-rate haiku enthusiast."

"Him?" Dream-eating Tapir even forgot the eunuch accent, "He also raises half-demon? It seems he will become my ally..."

Kazuma: "The alliance you are talking about is the alliance that revives the mystery and kills humans?"

"Of course not. It is an alliance that uses human power to revive the mystery. His name is Shantaro now. He must hate the current era and want to return to the glory of the past..."

Kazuma: "Pfft."

The dream-eating tapir looked at Kazuma, spitting out purple fire and roared: "Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing. I just don't think Shantaro will miss the past. After all, he still wants to pursue the novel of Dream Pillow Tapir. Wait, Dream Pillow Tapir and Dream Eater Tapir both have dreams and tapirs. Could it be that you are the one? A famous fantasy novelist, right?"

"This is slander!" the Dream-Eating Tapir roared, and the whole world became distorted and fragmented. The dream-eating tapir's body seemed to activate the Dharma Realm Heaven and Earth, and began to expand and become larger.

Kazuma laughed loudly, and stretched out his hand to shout "Sword comes".

Tamamo grabbed him and whispered: "After all, this is its home field. You may not be able to get an advantage if you force yourself. Maybe in the end it will be wiped out and you will become a vegetative state."

Kazuma: "I'm not afraid. I've already slipped through the door of hell several times."

Tamamo: "I'm afraid. I'm still waiting to grow old with you."

Kazuma's inner desire to fight was extinguished by these words, and he curled his lips: "You..."

"Don't worry, if you have to fight, I will send you out respectfully, just like I did a few times before." Tamamo smiled slightly, "A fight now is just a battle of wills, so it won't work."

The Dream-Eating Tapir also seemed to have calmed down, its body returned to the size of a domestic pig, and the lines on its body were no longer visible.

"Son of man," it looked at Kazuma, "I will carefully calculate what happened today with you in the future. When I complete my plan, I will make you pay for your plan to cook me and eat me today." cost."

Kazuma: "No, no, I want to stew potatoes with you. This is still different from boiling."

Tamamo: "Is it different? What's the difference?"

When Kazuma was asked this question, he also realized that stewing and boiling were indeed the same thing? But why do we subconsciously feel that stewing and boiling are different?

Is this a paranoia unique to foodie empires?

The dream-eating tapir was obviously irritated by Kazuma and Tamamo's off-topic discussion, and he started blowing his beard and staring.

"Wait! Just wait and see!" After saying that, the ground under its feet moved like plasticine, trying to sweep it away along with Akanishi, who had been stuck in place like a wooden man.

Tamamo: "Wait a minute! You just interrupted me, please let me finish. I discovered something in my just past senior year of high school. My soul can also have waves that are close to human beings."

The dream-eating tapir stopped and glared at Tamamo: "You lied! You fox, I won't be fooled."

"But you didn't leave." Tamamo said with a smile, "If you think I'm making it up, just leave. Come on, come on."

Dream-Eating Tapir gritted his teeth and looked at Tamamo, helpless.

And Kazuma thought of the temporary entry he saw above Tamamo's head a year ago that lasted for a year.

He knew this was what Tamamo was talking about.

Because Tamamo is becoming more and more human-like, she is also starting to have entries... I see.

Tamamo looked at the dream-eating tapir and pressed his heart with his hand: "At that time, I could really feel that I hoped to be admitted to the University of Tokyo with Kiryu Kazuma, and I was willing to risk everything for this.

"Afterwards, I compared last year with the countless springs, summers, autumns and winters I have experienced in the past, and I came to a conclusion. In the past, because I was too powerful, could sit back and relax, and had an unlimited lifespan, I had always been a spectator, whether it was a human being or a monster. No matter what, to me there is no difference from the shadow puppets in the shadow puppet show."

Wait, shadow puppetry... There are also shadow puppetry in Japan?

While Kazuma was puzzled, Tamamo continued: "In the past, I was a spectator of each story, and because I didn't have a short life, I couldn't empathize with it at all. Even in the days after the Meiji Restoration when there were novel things every day, In fact, there is no difference.

“I was just looking at the novelties and having fun for myself.

"But that's not the case this past year, I really became a part of the story, even if it was just a small part, but I was involved. It was just a little bit, but I definitely lit up and shined my own light.

"In the past year, I have really been 'living'. I finally understand that life and death coexist. Time will always stay at the age of seventeen. Because I can't die, I can't live either."

Dream Eater didn't respond, just looked at Tamamo.

Tamamo: "Hey, are you a spectator now, or are you a part of the story?"

At this moment, Kazuma felt something was different about the elephant-nosed pig in front of him.

He immediately understood what was going on.

Before he could speak, Elephant Nose Pig replied: "Of course I am a part of the story."

The next moment, the entire dream was distorted. The master of the dream showed all his power. The dream shattered into countless fragments, each piece reflecting the shadow of the dream-eating tapir.

Kazuma: "What the hell have you done?"

"I was just sharing my recent experience with an old acquaintance." Tamamo still had an innocent expression on her face, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Didn't this make it stronger?"

"Oh, this makes it more challenging."

The moment the words fell, the fragmented dream was put back together into a complete piece.

The dream-eating tapir stood in front of the two of them.

"Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with this path. Human power can also be used by us."

Tamamo: "You are wrong! If you are unwilling to give up everything of the old era and only think about tinkering, you will never get the true soul."

Kazuma suddenly felt that Tamamo's words sounded familiar.

Tamamo Mae is actually the left winger in Youkai?

The Dream-Eating Tapir laughed, his momentum suddenly different from before: "Then let's wait and see. However, you enlightened me, and in exchange, I will tell you, between these three poor young humans, in the end, Whatever happened. Of course, I played a small role in their tragedy."

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