Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Before everyone who was shocked by Yun Xianhe's appearance could come to their senses,

The dining table in front of them was lifted up by several robots and moved aside.

Maori Kogoro's eyes widened as he watched the feast being taken away:

"My dinner has a beauty!"

The robot, a musical performer in a dance skirt, lifted the hem of her skirt and smiled at the other person, then easily led him away from his seat.

After everyone has left their seats,

A high platform was built in the middle of the empty deck, with peculiarly shaped torches erected at the four corners.

Hattori looked at Yun Xianhe who had thrown away the loudspeaker on the third-floor deck, half-crouched down, and asked Conan uncertainly:

"Did you guys discuss this? By the way, where did that guy get his clothes? They're pretty cool."

"..."

Conan doesn't know, but Conan also wants to know.

It's been less than 30 minutes since he came back from his room?!

Did Brother Xianhe accomplish so many things in such a short time?

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was invited to dance around the platform, took the time to glance at Yun Xianhe.

Then he turned his head to look at the person who had just led him into the dance:

"Is this a commemoration, a custom on New Year's Day?"

The dancer, who was dancing with her skirt lifted, turned around to the tune of the music, smiled at him and said slowly:

"Yes, in the hometown of the brave, there is such a necessary ceremony every year on New Year's Day."

Another dancer standing behind Zhu Fu Jingguang took up the conversation:

"People danced around the high platform under the fireworks and in front of the brave man, praying for the brave man's protection until the New Year's Day next year; praying for a peaceful year and good health for their families."

Behind him, Toru Amuro, who had naturally blended into the dance team for some reason, raised his eyebrows:

"But in the legend, isn't it the hero's only mission to defeat the Demon King?"

The robot dancer didn't speak and seemed to be thinking.

Yes, doesn’t the hero only need to defeat the Demon King?

But in that era when all gods disappeared and the world no longer recognized immortals and gods.

The only brave man who transcends ordinary people and is recognized by heaven,

In the eyes of ordinary people, he became the so-called "God".

If there is no God, then create God.

People always need to find a place to rest their restless spirits.

The robot with no relevant information shook its head:

"not sure."

“Is there any process after that?”

"The brave man who receives the prayer will respond."

"Response?"

Hearing this, Toru Amuro and Keimitsu Morobushi looked at each other.

Without waiting for them to say anything else,

The dancers standing around them all took a step closer to the platform in the center.

As the fireworks faded, the pace of the group dance quickened and the sound of the band's drums suddenly rose.

at the same time,

The brave man next to the railing on the third floor took out a crown made of golden leaves and put it on his head.

Then he took off his glasses and raised his hand and wiped his eyelids with his fingers.

The fingertips dipped in paint passed across the end of the eye, leaving a bright red.

With a flip of his wrist, a long sword with a green blade appeared out of thin air with a clanging sound.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The bright moon in the night sky was obscured by floating clouds.

The brave man jumped onto the railing with a tiptoe, swung the sword in his hand into a sword flower, and then jumped down from the building.

The dancer raised his hands and half-bowed towards the stage.

Boom!

The last drum beat overlapped with the sound of the boy landing on the ground.

Around the platform, devout believers bowed and greeted respectfully.

In the center of the torches, the gods who heard the request descended.

The brave man holding the long sword lowered his eyelashes slightly.

He slowly raised his arm and held the sword across his body in a defensive position.

The dim lights around him blurred the expression on his face and softened the indifference between his brows after he took off his glasses.

However, the cold light reflected from the sword's edge broke the sacred compassion and made the red at the end of the eye look bright and sharp.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

Until a light drumbeat sounded and the person on the platform moved.

The long sword in Yun Xianhe's hand was as easy to control as an arm, and moved like a swimming dragon.

There was a cold edge in the vigorous and aggressive moves, and the fluttering cloak seemed to stir up the mountains, rivers, clouds and wind.

The symphony of clanging swords and beating drums came over us.

Drag everyone into a grand battlefield.

Although the brave man on the high platform is alone, he is able to defeat thousands of troops.

hum-

The drumbeats build to a climax.

The brave man suddenly turned around, retracted the long sword that was stabbing out at an angle, and stood it upright in front of him.

The pair of heterochromatic pupils calmly looked at his own shadow on the sword, then he turned his wrist and pointed the sword outwards:

"Ming Sword——"

bass--

"Suppress! All! The! Squares!"

The long sword raised high seemed to stir up a gust of wind.

The torches around the table were blown so hard that they emitted dazzling sparks.

The floating clouds in the night sky were dispersed, and the bright moon appeared.

The sudden moonlight gilded the raised sword with a layer of silver.

White flowers that bloomed instantly on the golden leaf crowns clustered around the brave man's shoulders.

When had the people present ever seen such a scene?

Everyone stared blankly at the person on the platform.

From then on, the figure shrouded in moonlight, holding a long sword, and with an unclear face, was engraved in the minds of the people in the other world.

The music of stringed instruments fades away, and the night wind suddenly rises.

Seeing that no one spoke, Yun Xianhe didn't care. He jumped off the platform and left.

I haven't done this kind of activity for a long time, so I'm still a little unfamiliar with it.

Fortunately, I didn't forget the action.

However, this imitation is still a bit light, I will forge it again when I have the chance.

The robots on the side acted quickly to clean up the scene.

Wait until everyone reacts.

The platform had been removed long ago, and the food that had been removed not long ago was reheated and served.

Everyone who sat back at the table in a daze looked at the dancers dancing to the melodious music in the distance, and for a moment it seemed a little unreal.

The three little ones who came back to their senses first looked at each other with excitement on their faces:

"It's really cool!!" x3

Yuanta: "Like Kamen Rider! Even more handsome than Kamen Rider!"

Mitsuhiko: "What was that just now? I want to learn it too!"

Ayumi: "Brother Xianhe's clothes are so handsome! The flower on his head is so pretty! He looks like a hero in a picture book! He must be a hero, right!"

The children chattered.

Pull the minds of the adults around from the solemnity just now back to the worldly atmosphere.

Kogoro Mouri, who always felt that he had seen something extraordinary, silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Looking at the food so close to him through the smoke, he finally felt at home:

"Bravo……"

Dr. Agasa, who was standing by, heard Kogoro Mori's voice which had changed a little.

Seeing the other person being forced to sober up, he smiled helplessly.

He touched his chest with the same lingering fear.

Xiaolan came back to her senses, raised her hand to cover her mouth and exclaimed:

"Oh no! I forgot to take a picture just now! Um - I wanted to bring it back to share with Sonoko."

"Ah! I forgot that too!"

He Ye on the side also exclaimed.

Then they both turned to look at Natalie.

The latter's eyes sparkled, and he seemed to be still immersed in the scene just now:

"The brave man who raises his hand to awaken the bright moon, is this the charm of the flower-growing family? So romantic!"

After hearing these words, the two of them twitched their lips at the same time.

He Ye sighed:

"It seems that there is no hope."