Tokyo, North District, Prince Shrine.
"Water, water …"
Moribe Takeo on the beam licked his lips, his fingers trembled as he knocked on the wood. After a few days in a coma, he finally woke up.
The sound of water sounded like someone talking in a dream, and the sound of wood being knocked had a strange feeling.
The working witch who was cleaning under the beam raised her head, she seemed to have heard something.
It was terrible.
It was not the sound of insects, although it was very weak, it was indeed the voice of a human. But in this temple, she was the only one.
The temple is not big, it can't hide other people.
"Rustle." Holding the ancient broom in her arms, the working witch looked around pitifully.
No, it can't be a ghost.
"Who, who is in the house."
"I, I'm going to call the police!"
She wanted to scream and run out of the room, but it would be embarrassing if it was just her imagination.
"Boom!"
Suddenly a black shadow fell from the beam.
"Ah!"
The working witch hurriedly stepped back and watched Moribe Takeo fall to the ground.
A white-haired man fell from the sky.
He was lying on the ground like a cake, one leg straight, the other folded outward, and his left hand pointed to the front of his head.
"I want to drink water …"
Shoubu Takeo opened his eyes. The light in the Lookout was already very dim, but he had been sleeping on the beam for so many days. His eyes could not stand the stimulation of any light.
But the moment he opened his eyes, he immediately closed his eyes in pain.
"It's, it's a person."
The working witch breathed a sigh of relief, it's not a demon or a ghost.
But why did this person fall from above?
Is it a thief?
The working witch raised her head in confusion, she didn't see any hole in the roof.
It doesn't seem like he fell from the roof. Then this man didn't come from another world, did he?
Isn't this kind of plot often seen in comics and TV series, a man suddenly appears on the earth, under normal circumstances, he is handsome, not omniscient and omnipotent, but cute and adorable.
"Water, please give me … water …"
Moribe Takeo's continuous shouts pulled the witch's attention back. His voice did not sound cute at all.
Only then did she notice that the man in front of her was half-naked and his right arm was empty. Under the cover of his white hair, the face of an uncle in his thirties could not be considered handsome no matter how she looked at it.
Since he wasn't handsome, he shouldn't be a transmigrated man.
"Water, let me look for it."
The Witch decided to ignore the origin of this man for the time being. He looked really pitiful, and if she didn't give him water to drink, he might really die of thirst.
If he had anything he wanted to ask, he could ask it later.
But how could the Shrine prepare pure water? What they had was water that had been left there for who knows how many days, and there was already a layer of ash floating on it.
"How about this?"
In a moment of desperation, Miko scooped out the water from the bucket with both hands and said, "Drink it, it's still clean."
The water in the bucket was used to clean the furnishings in the Divine Hall. It was not used to wash the cloth, so it was not dirty. However, the hole in the wall could not be considered clean.
"Water … …"
Moribe Takeo, who was dying of thirst after not drinking water for a few days, didn't care whether it was clean or not. As soon as his sharp nose smelled the smell of water, he quickly pressed his face against it.
Cool.
"Gulp … …"
He drank the water in big gulps. Under the stimulation of the cool water, his mind gradually became clear.
Where is this place? It looks like the Hall of Worship in the Shrine. Did I live here during this time? Then, who is this girl in front of me?
She looks like a high school student. She can't be considered beautiful. She can only be said to be ordinary. Except for her youthful appearance, she is almost no different from an ordinary woman who has been deprived of all hope by life. And there is still water in her hand that hasn't been completely drunk.
Did I just drink water from her hand?
It's a little … a little embarrassing.
The thirty-two-year-old uncle was a little embarrassed.
"Where is this … … place?"
Takeo wanted to support himself to stand up, but when he used his "hands", he found that his right hand was empty.
That's right, my arm was cut off by the woman who used bones, and then it was blown into pieces.
This is the feeling of losing a right hand. Moribe Takeo calmly accepted the fact that he lost his right hand. Compared to losing his life, he is lucky to only lose an arm. As long as he is alive, there is still hope.
"This is the Prince Shrine. Don't you know the Prince Shrine?"
"Prince Shrine?
The Prince Abe Shrine? "
Moribe Takeo's face was full of embarrassment. He even finished his university in Osaka. He is really not familiar with the places outside of Osaka. It seems that there is only one Prince Abe Shrine in Osaka.
"What Abe? This is the Prince Shrine in North District. You are not from North District?"
"North … … where is North District … …"
"Tokyo, the North District of Tokyo's 23rd district. Aren't you an Island Nation?"
"Ah, well, it turns out to be in Tokyo."
Don't you know that the North District has risen to the level of non-nationals?!
Moreover, do Island Nation people have to know the name of Tokyo's 23rd district?
In his heart, Moribe Takeo can't help but think that Tokyo people are too arrogant.
But how did I come to Tokyo? Could it be that Tamamo-no-Mae sent me here?
Tamamo-no-Mae?
In the end, shouldn't I die? Then Tamamo-no-Mae took back the fox in my body, and my spiritual power disappeared.
Thinking of spiritual power, Moribe Takeo can't help but feel lost.
I am lucky to be alive, but without spiritual power, I have become the old Moribe Takeo. It is just that I have lost a lot and cut off a lot of hatred.
"I can't be greedy."
However, one mustn't be greedy. That one week of chivalry was just a beautiful dream.
It is good that I am alive.
While thinking, Moribe Takeo self-deprecatingly mobilized the spiritual power in his body.
"Whoosh!"
The air in the Lookout suddenly became hot. Takeo's broken right arm suddenly burst into flames. The long flame is forty to fifty centimeters long, and with his thoughts, the flame is constantly stabilizing, as if it is going to become a mirror of his left arm.
This is an arm made of flames.
It has joints, a palm, and five fingers, but it can't be used to touch others.
"Ah, wow!"
The working witch was scared by the sudden flame and fell back. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
"You, you, you …"
The white-haired middle-aged man is not handsome, a bit rustic. His broken right arm has grown a flame arm, this combination is very strange.
No wonder he fell from the sky but didn't make a big hole, he is a time traveler!
"I am very sorry for what just happened. Let me introduce myself again, I am Hirano Eiko, welcome to Earth Island Nation Tokyo North Prince Shrine, nice to meet you." Hirano Eiko eagerly held Moribe Takeo's left hand.