Looking at Touma Burial, who was busy working in the kitchen, Yan Le took a tissue from the low table next to him and wiped his face.
　　It's so heartwarming.
　　I didn't realize that Bury was actually able to cook for herself.
　　This is more shocking than the sun rising in the west.
　　"Understand understand understand understand ...... Little bury understand understand, should also ...... in the future," wipe to half, Yan Le silently the hand of the piece of paper towel kneaded into a ball shape, directly thrown to the trash can inside.
　　There's definitely not much change in the future, Yan Le recalled the character of Little Burial in the original, and he thought deeply at this point that Little Burial should understand things for the time being.
　　When there's nothing wrong with you later, you'll probably go back to being a deadbeat again.
　　Yan Le sat on one side, he wrapped his arms around himself, his face in deep thought, he had just crossed over today, and the things that had happened were still a bit too much for Yan Le to digest.
　　Especially since what started happening in the evening felt so odd no matter how you thought about it.
　　A gang of robbers somehow found themselves somewhere? The little black orb indicated?
　　The police intercepted him in the middle of the journey, and he was saved, and from what the police said, he concluded that the cause ofthe incident was the small black ball.
　　Only, that little black orb had blown up, and it was blown up by Yan Le's touch.
　　Blow up even if, but nothing happened, even the police were puzzled, and Yan Le, who was just an ordinary person, was even more confused in his mind.
　　"What the hell is going on here ......"
　　Xiao Burial brought the finished meal to the low table, and seeing Yan Le who was still lost in thought, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"
　　"Ah ...... I was just wondering if I should go to class tomorrow, I want two days off ......"
　　After hearing this, Little Burial immediately nodded her head and said, "I suggest to take a leave of absence, brother does need to take a good rest, you can't be strong, this is very bad for your body, tomorrow when I go to the school class, I will help you to take a leave of absence for you, brother, by the way."
　　"Uh, good." Yan Le hesitated for a while, and finally decided to take two days off.
　　Taking advantage of these two days, Yan Le also needed to familiarize himself with the surroundings with the various cascading changes in this world.
　　"Let's eat first."
　　"Uh-huh."
　　Tonight even the dishes were washed by Xiao Buried, while Yan Le walked to the bedroom to lie down on the bed and rested with some mental fatigue.
　　Flipping out his cell phone, Yan Le of course wanted to see if there were any timely news acquisition appsin this world, which might be good to use to get to know this world.
　　All Yan Le knows is that there are heroes in this world in addition to weirdos, and that there is more to this world than meets the eye.
　　He ran into Tomoki Sakurai inside the classroom, with his cousin Buried Tsuchima, with Kaoru Miyazono, who has the same name, and with ...... petrified transformers in his arms.
　　Thinking of the Transformer, Yan Le took the contraption out of his arms and held it in his hands to scrutinize it.
　　Under the light, the whole of this contraption took on a limey appearance, as if it would completely fall apart when blown by the wind.
　　In addition to the fact that this world had not yet seen any of those whatsoever massive monsters, it was really hard for Yan Le to think whether this transformer of his was a coincidence or whether it did indeed have certain functions.
　　"After a day's verification by myself, there really is no golden finger ......" Yan Le rubbed his brow, soothing his somewhat headache head a little.
　　"Forget it, let's rest for today, my brain is a little foggy."
　　Thinking of Xiao Buried who might still be playing games in the living room, Yan Le got up and glanced at the curtains that were still open, he was going to pull them closed when he came in later.
　　Opening the door to his room and walking to the living room, Yan Le saw Xiao Buri who was still playing the game with gusto and reminded, "Xiao Buri you should also go to bed early, you still have to go to class tomorrow."
　　"Uh-huh, brother, I know, get some rest."
　　Xiao Buried, who was grasping the gamepad, smiled gently at Yan Le, who nodded before turning around and going back to his room.
　　Smoothly taking the door to his room with him, Yan Le lay on his bed for less than half a minute before he felt something was wrong.
　　Rolling over and sitting up, Yan Le's brow furrowed, always feeling that there was something strange about something.
　　"Nope."
　　"What's wrong?"
　　Yan Le swept around the house, curtains, desks, beds, carpets, bookshelves ......
　　Sweeping these objects one by one, Yan Le suddenly shivered involuntarily.
　　Something is indeed wrong ......
　　Wait, it's curtains?
　　The curtains were clearly drawn a moment ago, so how come they're being drawn now?
　　"I nyet ...... this is still haunted?"
　　It was then that Yan Le recalled the words that Xiao Buried had previously said to himself - that this neighborhood was haunted.
　　Bullshit!
　　He himself was a person who had received a modern education and had no feudal superstitions at all, so how could he believe that there were ghosts in this world!
　　But who the hell pulled that curtain open?
　　Yan Le held his breath slightly as he gathered his courage to put on his slippers and walk out of bed, pushing the window of the balcony open to look at the balcony, and before he could turn around, the commotion that resounded in the room almost didn't scare Yan Le to death.
　　"Demons and monsters leave demons and monsters leave!"
　　"......"
　　Sitting beside Yan Le's bed, the black-haired teenager wearing sportswear had the corner of his mouth twitching, looking at Yan Le who closed his eyes and recited strange phrases under his breath, the black-haired teenager, apart from having a strange color on his face, he was even more interested in Yan Le's state at the moment.
　　"You were able to hear the rattle I brought up?"
　　Huh? It's a human being?
　　Yan Le naturally heard the black-haired teenager speak, and he opened his eyes to see that that black-haired teenager was gazing at him with an expression other than surprise pervading his eyes.
　　"Who are you? How did you just get into my room?"
　　"Hey, I am a martial god among the eight million gods, whose name is Night Dou, how is it, you are in trouble yo, if I hadn't followed you here, I guess that guy would have already started to make a move on you, do you want me to help you?"
　　"Nightfight?"
　　"That's right, remember that name well, and from now on my shrine will be spread all over the world."
　　"Stop-" Yan Le's mind became even more confused as he had to ask the questions one by one to understand.
　　"What did you say about me being able to hear you ringing?"
　　"You'll be able to not only hear the rattles I bring out, but you'll be able to see me, that's the point."
　　"Yeah, that's what I was going to ask."
　　Night Doo inserted his hands into the pockets of his pants, stood up and leaned against the side of the wall, and said indifferently, "Normally, ordinary people are unable to discover an existence such as ours, and we are only visible to those who are between people and demons, or those who are being haunted by demons."
　　"You mean I'm being haunted by a demon?"
　　"Although there is such a possibility ...... but ......" Night Doo frowned as he said somewhat meaningfully, "But you are different, you emanate a strong light ......"
　　"--Trust me, you can become light too!"
　　Nightcrawler: "......"

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