Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Saying this, a distorted fanaticism and killing intent flashed in Tenjōge's eyes.

“Kill them all, the young, the old, and that little one, but the first to die is that man. If the so-called god doesn't appear when his divine messenger faces mortal danger, it proves that He doesn't exist at all. Once we confirm this, our plan will have no obstacles.”

… …

Meanwhile, inside the Miyamizu family's residence.

“Oh dear, Yozora-kun, I'm so sorry.”

Miyamizu Hitoha, wearing a kind smile, placed a pile of bedding on the floor of the room, turned to look at Yozora, and said with a smile.

“I didn't know you would be staying tonight, and I haven't had time to clean the room yet. I've been busy preparing for the god-worshiping ceremony today, and I'm a little tired. Why don't you just make do in Mitsuha's room for tonight, and tomorrow… oh, no, that's right, tomorrow we still have to offer sacrifices to the God. Make do for two nights then, and the room will be cleaned up for you the day after tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Grandma.”

“It's nothing, it's all right.”

After Yozora and Miyamizu Mitsuha entered the room, Miyamizu Hitoha left the room with a smile and gently closed the door.

At this moment, Miyamizu Mitsuha hadn't even changed out of her shrine maiden's outfit yet.

She directly sat on the ground without regard for her image, took off the heavy golden headdress from her head, and sighed slightly.

“I'm really too tired…”

Miyamizu Mitsuha glanced at Yozora, then looked at the bedding her grandmother had left behind, and her pretty face blushed slightly.

“Um… I'm sorry to trouble you, having to sleep in the same room as me…”

“Eh, you're too kind, too kind.”

After saying this, Yozora also sat directly on the ground, ignoring the suggestive look cast by Miyamizu Mitsuha, with no intention of leaving the room and coming back in after she had changed her clothes. He just sat there casually, as steady as Mount Tai.

Helpless, Miyamizu Mitsuha could only blush and say in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, filled with shyness and anger.

“You… please go out for a bit… I need to change my clothes…”

“Just change then.”

Yozora waved his hand dismissively.

“I don't mind you taking advantage of me. We're close, it doesn't matter.”

“You…”

Seeing that Yozora had no intention of leaving, Miyamizu Mitsuha sighed helplessly, suppressed her shyness, turned around, and untied the wide shrine maiden's robe she was wearing.

“Speaking of…”

While Miyamizu Mitsuha was changing her clothes, Yozora, being a gentleman, of course, watched with rapt attention and smiled as he spoke.

“I think your grandma really wants me to be a live-in son-in-law and change my name to Miyamizu Yozora.”

“Yeah…”

Miyamizu Mitsuha replied helplessly, thinking that her grandmother really liked Yozora and that her intention to have him become a live-in grandson-in-law was too obvious.

How long would it take to clean a room?

Besides, the room where her mother, Futaba, lived before she died has always been kept clean, so there's no need to clean it at all. It's just an excuse.

Come to think of it.

After all, after the incident with Mitsuha's father, who is now the mayor, and the previous live-in son-in-law of the Miyamizu family, it is difficult for Miyamizu Hitoha to find a suitable successor to the shrine.

And Yozora is an excellent candidate.

He possesses special abilities and has communicated with the god worshiped by the Miyamizu family, reaching some kind of cooperative condition.

This is simply the perfect divine messenger and live-in son-in-law candidate.

“Unfortunately, I will not be a live-in son-in-law.”

“Why?”

Hearing Yozora say that he would not be a live-in son-in-law, Miyamizu Mitsuha immediately asked subconsciously, with a sense of gain and loss in her heart.

Does he… dislike me?

Who knew that the words Yozora said next directly stunned Miyamizu Mitsuha.

“If I really were to be a live-in son-in-law, how many names would I have to change? Yukinoshita Yozora, Sakurajima Yozora, Yuigahama Yozora, Yotsuya Yozora, Futaba Yozora, Touma Yozora, Amano Yozora, Kawasaki Yozora, Yurigawa Yozora, Suga Yozora, Shinomya Yozora, I even thought of an outrageous one, if it's not just changing the surname, and then there's some kind of tacit name, like Kitagawa Yozora, then I really can't take it anymore, so I can't set this precedent.”

Listening to the outrageous names coming out of Yozora's mouth, Miyamizu Mitsuha couldn't help but laugh.

“You're saying such strange things again, but I don't want you to be a live-in son-in-law of the Miyamizu family either.”

After the words fell, Miyamizu Mitsuha realized that her words sounded a little strange, and quickly waved her hand to explain.

“I… I don't mean that, what I mean is… I don't want to stay here as a shrine maiden for the rest of my life, so… it's not that I… what… I…”

The more Miyamizu Mitsuha spoke, the redder her face became. In the end, she was so flustered that she couldn't even speak clearly. As if in a fit of pique, she quickly put on her clothes and ran over to turn off the light in the room.

“Never mind, let's sleep.”

… …

The next morning, on a winding mountain path.

Seeing her sister constantly yawning and rubbing her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept well, and then looking at Yozora, who was carrying her grandmother on his back and walking in front, Miyamizu Yotsuba lowered her voice, revealing a meaningful look that seemed to say, 'I understand everything'.

“Last night… did you play too late?”

“You, you, you… what are you talking about?”

Hearing her sister's highly suggestive words, Miyamizu Mitsuha blushed again, rubbing the hair beside her ears and muttering softly.

“I'm just too nervous… so I just had insomnia.”

“Hmm?”

Miyamizu Yotsuba looked obviously disbelieving and teased.

“A lone man and a widow, alone in a room, unable to sleep at night, tsk tsk tsk, I wouldn't believe it if nothing happened.”

“He…”

Miyamizu Mitsuha glanced at Yozora, who was carrying her grandmother on his back and walking in front, and said with a complex expression.

“He didn't have insomnia, he fell asleep early.”

“Ha?”

Miyamizu Yotsuba was silent for a long time after hearing this before slowly saying.

“Sister.”

“What?”

“You're really useless.”

… …

Meanwhile, in the forest not far behind the group, those spiritual ability users were following them.

“Should we make a move?”

“No.”

Hearing the urging of the person behind him, Tenjōge replied indifferently.

“Don't forget, our ultimate goal is to find the location of the shrine where the offerings are made. Killing these three shrine maidens and that live-in kid is just a matter of convenience. We'll make a move after we arrive.”

Saying this, Tenjōge looked through the gaps in the trees, his gaze fixed on Yozora, who was carrying Miyamizu Hitoha and walking steadily on the mountain path, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I feel like this kid is a bit strange… After we arrive, kill him first, using the method we practiced specifically for spiritual ability users.”

“Understood.”

… …

An hour and a half later.

“It's here.”

Miyamizu Hitoha stood on the ground, looking at the narrow entrance in front of her, and said with a smile.

“The so-called offering to the gods is to dedicate our body and mind, and the kuchikamizake we make ourselves is our 'half'. Offering this to the gods symbolizes our duty as shrine maidens.”

Hearing this, Yozora chuckled and said.

“Grandma Hitoha, actually, there's something I've never told you.”

“What is it?”

“Actually… that god never drinks alcohol. He said he's allergic to alcohol.”

Miyamizu Hitoha: “…”

“Um… let's still make the offering, it represents our heart.”

To be honest, it was hard to keep a straight face.

This tradition of offering kuchikamizake has been maintained for thousands of years, but it wasn't until now that they learned that the god worshiped by the Miyamizu family for generations doesn't drink alcohol at all?

Wait a minute, that's not right.

Can gods also be allergic to alcohol?

“Mitsuha, Yotsuba, and Yozora-kun, come in together.”

Faced with Miyamizu Hitoha's invitation, Yozora just smiled and waved his hand.

“You guys go in, I'll just wait outside.”

“Alright then.”

While Miyamizu Yotsuba supported her grandmother into the narrow cave in front of them, Miyamizu Mitsuha and Yozora looked at each other and nodded slightly, indicating that she knew what to do.

This place is very far from Itomori Town.

And…

There's no cell phone signal, so we can't communicate with the outside world.

After the three members of the Miyamizu family entered the cave in front of them, Yozora said softly to the seemingly empty surroundings.

“I'll leave it to you.”

Red threads appeared in the air, instantly forming a sentence.

“Okay, I've already deployed a barrier at the entrance of the cave.”

“That's good.”

Yozora stretched lazily, looked into the distance, at the few small black dots that were gradually approaching, took the initiative to meet them, and after walking nearly a hundred meters, finally reached face-to-face distance.

“Hello, everyone.”

Seeing Yozora taking the initiative to meet them, the faces of the spiritual ability users all showed smiles filled with killing intent.

“You're really courting death.”

“Is that so?”

Yozora shook his head, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

In the next second, the eyes of the spiritual ability users reflected a jet-black flame, a black long sword, and the black mask that they were all too familiar with and feared.

“You, are indeed courting death.”

Chapter 305: A Deliberate Battle Plan, An Unscathed Boss

“The… the Mask?”

Seeing the coat and mask made of black flames emerge from Yozora's body, the smiles that were originally filled with fanaticism and killing intent on the faces of the spiritual ability users instantly froze, and their teeth began to chatter involuntarily.

“Exterminate evil, eight million…”

“Stop him!”

Hearing that Yozora seemed to want to recite his soul's true name and unleash the power of soul materialization, although the spiritual ability users were filled with fear, they never thought of running away because of that fear.

Although they didn't know why they would meet him here, there was no doubt that turning around and running away would only delay their death, and it was meaningless.