Chapter 41: Marriage with the Great God of Fortune

After Ichigo Kurosaki officially chose to join the group, this short meeting came to an end.

He walked through the wall and left. Sonoko took Yato to the hotel front desk to check out.

Because of the appearance of the Hollow, the area was in complete chaos. The traffic jam on the way back was so severe that people were desperate. By the time Sonoko and Yato returned to the villa, Rei Kiryu had already left.

He left a note on the mirror at the main entrance, stating that the situation at Kurozu Academy was special and that someone must be on hand to monitor the transition between the daytime and nighttime departments at dusk. The disciplinary committee members on patrol must also remain vigilant until all lights in the daytime department are completely turned off.

No one else can do this. If that group of vampires wants to cause trouble, Yuuki alone cannot control the situation. Besides, Sonoko once told him that she can feel the active vampire factor in Kurosu Haien, which is second only to the purebloods. He also wants to go back and talk to his adoptive father about his life.

Up to this point, it was quite logical and well-founded, but the last paragraph sounded like a principal giving a lecture.

——Tell her to visit the major shrines and not to go to Kurosu Academy when she has nothing to do. If she has anything to ask, she can contact him by phone. He will come here to find her during the holidays.

Suzuki Sonoko stood in the hallway with a bitter look on her face, staring at the mirror and trying to figure out her luck.

Ye Dou kicked off his shoes and jumped into the living room. He took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator as if he knew the place well, then turned around to look at the garden in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

Yuanzi sighed deeply and told him listlessly, "My wife ran away..."

"ha?"

Yato choked on half a mouthful of beer and said in shock, "When I heard you say you wanted to give your family's fortune to him, I thought it was just to repay a favor?"

Suzuki Sonoko's eyes were dead: "I think it's a way of repaying a favor. He probably feels like he's a burden to me and he just wants me to stay away from his school."

At this point, Miss Suzuki sighed again with deep sorrow: "It seems that if we don't solve the problem and pull him out of the pile of vampires, he won't be able to settle down and prepare to get married."

In fact, it is useless for her to think about these things now. As long as Kiryu Zero does not turn back into a human, in the eyes of the three elders of the Suzuki family, he will always be stamped with a terminal illness.

Yuanzi knew that she was still trying hard to pursue the seventh candidate, and her parents might have already looked at the detailed information of the eighth candidate.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt. Looking at the garbage and takeout food bags all over the floor, Yuanzi instantly lost her patience to stay here. After Yato finished his drink, the two of them decided to just go home.

"Come to think of it..." Yato asked her seriously, "Didn't you say you would take me home at the shrine? Why did you suddenly leave me here?"

Yuanzi had forgotten about this long ago, but only remembered it when he asked her: "Oh, yes, my uncle threatened to commit suicide and would not let you enter the house..."

"well?"

Yato instantly changed his expression to one of grievance: "Am I not the household god? How can you not let me in?"

"That's okay," Suzuki Sonoko said proudly as she fished a piece of candy out of her pocket and handed it to him. "My uncle is still in Antarctica. He'll probably have forgotten about this as soon as we hung up. He's probably out on some snowy plain trying to conquer nature. He won't come looking for trouble!"

"That's a pity..."

The god with bright blue eyes rested his hands behind his head. “Even though he doesn’t seem to be welcoming me, I’m still curious to see what the believers I’m connected with look like.”

Hearing this, Yuanzi stopped in her tracks.

So Yato could sense that the person he was connected to was his uncle?

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Yato's back and suddenly asked him, "Besides your own karma, can you see the karma left by other gods?"

Yato frowned, guessing what she wanted to ask, and replied, "Theoretically, it should be visible."

Sonoko subconsciously wanted to ask her to help our family and see from whom in their family the thread of fate of the Great God of Fortune was pulled. Then she realized that her parents and uncle were not at home, and in the huge Suzuki house, only the seven-year-old Kudo Shinichi was left to guard the door.

That’s right!

The light bulb next to her head suddenly lit up, and Sonoko clapped her hands in realization: How could I have forgotten about this unlucky little guy Edogawa Conan?

She trotted over to catch up with Yato who was opening the door, and asked him with sparkling eyes, "Actually, besides Zero who is infected with the virus, I have another one at home who is infected with drugs. Yato, do you know how to save him?"

The current Huojin God, who aimed to change his job to become a guardian god, puffed up his cheeks and snorted, feeling as if he were a doctor.

Suzuki Sonoko's trust in Yato was easily maxed out. In fact, as a god, Yato was a life form from another dimension in her eyes. She even admired his good looks compared to before. Since she and Yato officially became family gods, the impression of him in Sonoko's mind was directly labeled as "Cinderella's fairy godmother."

So in the less than ten minutes while waiting for the driver to come out, she chattered on and on about the grudges between herself and the unknown black organization, even not skipping over her inner thoughts like "I thought that golden-haired killer was so handsome".

Yato was drowsy when listening to the first half, but became more energetic when listening to the second half. Although Sonoko was not good at observing people's expressions, she could still see such obvious changes in expression.

——Whenever the part about the amusement park was described in detail, he would become happy involuntarily, with a curious and innocent expression, just like a little boy of seven or eight years old. When talking about murders and deaths, he would look around as if he was bored, and occasionally whistle.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about retaliation."

He took Yuanzi's phone, carefully looking at the photos of the amusement park, and said nonchalantly, "The most famous thing about the God of Fortune is its strong luck. Although I don't know how it was destined, the great God of Fortune almost gave up half of his blessings and power to you. Aside from the lack of godhood, your current situation is not much different from that of an ordinary God of Fortune."

Yuanzi doesn't understand much.

Yato rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment, then said, "To put it simply, your luck will be incredibly good. Forget about the assassin trying to take revenge on you. Even if he were standing right in front of you with a gun to your head, before he could kill you, a bolt of lightning might strike him down from the sky."

I have had some experience with this garden before, but it sounds like I'm lucky and this kind of mysterious statement that sounds like I'm going to be struck by lightning are two completely different feelings.

"This can actually be considered as the backlash of karma."

Yato raised his hand and rubbed her smooth brown hair. In his vision, even the fine ends of his worshipper's hair were faintly shimmering with a layer of white light. "The God of Fortune is born to be blessed. Unless they commit suicide and fall from the divine realm, there will be no replacement. Attacking the God of Fortune is equivalent to severing ties with [Good Luck], and will naturally be retaliated by [Luck] itself. The worst possible misfortune is possible."

The expression on Ms. Suzuki's face was so tangled that it made people feel like she had a stomachache.

"Who on earth is this person..."

Sonoko was scratching her head. "Why do I feel more and more that he has a crush on me the more I listen to you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuanzi suddenly felt even more hopeless: "No, I don't even know if he is a boy or a girl!"

Yato yawned in the evening breeze, spread his hands and shrugged at her in response.

Suzuki Sonoko was so disheartened that she just wanted to lie down and cry.

With the low hum of the engine, the black car slowly stopped in front of the yard. Just when he turned around and was about to get in the car, under the dim light of the smoky yellow street lamp, Huo Jinshen's ice-blue eyes were clearly filled with a creepy indifference and sharpness.

The power of gods is based on faith. Humans think about what the gods can do, and then pray to them for their needs in this regard. The gods slowly accumulate strength and respond to believers, and naturally gain this part of their power.

This also means that the size and strength of the god's power is actually restricted by the believers. It is far from being possible for him to give power to anyone by simply saying "I want to give power to someone" in his own shrine in Takama-ga-hara.

The same is true for the blessings of gods: the more believers and the stronger the power, the more favors they will receive, and the gods cannot be replaced frequently. Once a god falls, the accumulated blessings will be dissipated. When a new god is born again from faith, it will be another new process of accumulating blessings.

But there are exceptions.

Yato has lived from the Heian period to the present day. He even met Amamiya Doshin when he was alive and serving as an official. Although he had no name or surname, he had met countless gods, so he knew that this kind of transfer that was almost beyond the control of the gods actually had exceptions.

When he first met her, he just felt that Suzuki Sonoko had a stamp on her forehead, and thought that this god was quite good to his followers, but he would be better - after all, he had few followers (actually almost none).

But after spending a day together, he seemed to sense the presence of other evil gods nearby, and the rippling white light would flicker and jump almost every few seconds.

That feeling...

Yato rested his head against the cold car window and gritted his teeth indifferently.

That feeling, rather than someone else marking something, was more like Sonoko's own instinct.

As far as he knew, there was only one way to easily transfer his authority and blessing, give exactly half, and make that power become an almost instinctive part of a human being.

Get married.

In other words, get married.

Turn a human being into the [wife of God] or the [husband of God], give half of oneself to her or him thoroughly, let her or him share all the worship and belief that one receives, and finally, one can turn a mortal into a god.

Of course, there are many gods who fall in love, but very few do this kind of thing.

If it weren't for the constant flashing of light, Yato wouldn't be sure if this was the case, and the condition of Suzuki Sonoko was a little different from what he knew.

The blessings on her were so abundant that it was a little scary. When Yato looked up at her in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but start to wonder: Would the great god of fortune rather starve himself to death... than pile all the blessings on her?

But he was a god of misfortune, and had rarely seen anything like blessing. Now looking at her...

He turned his head quietly like a rat that stole oil and saw Yuanzi was about to make a phone call - although they had already been together, why did he feel like he was stealing someone else's girl when he looked at her now?

After waiting in the corner for a long time, the call was finally connected.

"Good evening, you unlucky little bastard."

Little Edogawa Conan was speechless for a long time, then asked, "Why does your voice sound... so weak?"

Sonoko was still wondering which god she had offended. She yawned lazily and said perfunctorily, "Oh, that might be because I didn't eat."

When Conan was still Kudo Shinichi, he was most impatient to hear her speak in this tone. However, after not seeing each other for nearly a month, she has learned to take the initiative to call him. This is a milestone and huge progress!

Thinking of this, he was reluctant to hang up the phone.

It just so happened that at this moment Sonoko was deep in thought over her words, and only her shallow breathing could be heard through the receiver. Conan changed his posture and curled up on the small round sofa, thinking that it would be nice to not argue and just listen quietly for a while.

About five minutes later, the phone pressed against the child detective's ear had begun to heat up, and a hesitant questioning voice finally came from the other end of the receiver.

She said, “Are you home now?”

Conan clamped the phone between his shoulder and face and replied lazily, "Yes, but I'm at home."

"well?"

Conan snorted, almost imagining her superficial surprise. He twitched his lips and said, "Judging from your reaction, you really haven't been home since you left that day."

Yuanzi didn't say anything.

Conan Edogawa's sweet childish voice concealed a mysterious and mature uncle's air. He sighed and said, "I went to Dr. Agasa's house before, and it happened that my parents came back to the country. I was exposed without much struggle, and now I am still under their supervision. If you have been back to the Suzuki residence, you should have known that I haven't been back for almost a month."

"Aren't you going to explain?"

Because there was no response, the child's voice was filled with a hint of provocation: "Explain to me, your accomplice, where have you been for the past month?"

Suzuki Sonoko was so angry after being rebuked by him that she started to prepare a big move.

She said, "I've found a way that might help you recover."

There was a crisp sound beside my ear.

Then, with the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, Conan picked up the phone he had thrown away: "...What did you say?"

Sonoko looked at Yato's two "OK" gestures, which seemed very confident, pursed her lips, and repeated: "I mean, I found a way to make you return to normal, although the process may be a bit tortuous and fantastical-"

"Okay, I got it."

Before she could finish, the frustrated and helpless voice of the elementary school student rang out: "Whose charlatan did you run into this time? What did they try to trick you into thinking? Are they the same guys who told you last time that you had to marry a woman?"

Yato threw himself in front of the microphone and shouted at him angrily: "Who are you calling a charlatan? This is a legitimate god, okay? And I won't lie to Sonoko. Your family god will lie to the worshipper, I say you——"

"Okay, okay, okay," Sonoko instantly offered a series of soothing words, stroking Yato's hair and coaxing him: "We are not liars. He is a person who has no knowledge and just talks nonsense. Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

While coaxing him, he mentally slapped Kudo Shinichi several times: How could he be so stubborn? He'd cause a scene if he'd just offended a god. Could your science, your reasoning, or your lifelong idol, Sherlock Holmes, save you?!

On the other side, the little boy Conan Edogawa, whose call was suddenly hung up, looked at the disconnected phone tiredly. At his mother's call, he reluctantly went downstairs to accompany her in parent-child activities.

Yato wasn't really that stingy. He was a wandering god of trouble, and he had heard all kinds of nasty things. Being suspected of being a liar was commonplace. But at that time, he was alone, and although he was always afraid of disappearing because no one believed in him, he never had to worry about anything else.

But now he has it.

It is precisely because of this that I become like a grumpy child, unwilling to let anyone say anything bad about me in her ear - I am such a handsome god, of course I have to maintain my handsome and elegant personality, and always jump out to bless her at the right time!

However, the next second, a figure really jumped out in front of the car headlights!

The driver was inexplicably hit by a girl from the Black Master Academy a few days ago. If it weren't for his strong professional skills, he would have been killed long ago. How come he encountered such a desperate person again today?

Under the dim street lights, the driver seemed to see a figure standing in the corner of the wall, and his scalp tingled.

Sonoko was still looking cute and about to ask what was going on, but Yato had already opened the door with a serious expression and was about to get out of the car.

"What's going on..."

Yato shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and pulled her out of the car.

The one lying in front of the car was Ichigo Kurosaki, half dead and covered in blood.

Yato rubbed his chin and said in a deep voice: "I always feel that the quality of the artifact seems to have decreased..."

Suzuki Sonoko rolled her eyes at the guy who was addicted to acting, squatted down to check his breathing, and hurriedly picked up her phone to call an ambulance.

As soon as the phone screen lit up, a bony hand, as if unable to control the strength, slapped her wrist.

Sonoko looked at Ichigo Kurosaki's arm falling to the ground again, then looked at her cell phone that had fallen on the ground, and finally looked at her wrist that was smeared with blood and ash. She began to think seriously: Since he doesn't want to live so much, why not just throw him here?

Yato's five fingers stretched out and clenched lightly, as if feeling something. Finally, he turned slightly to the side and said "huh" to the shadow at the end of the alley: "Since you're here, why don't you come out and see me?"

Yuanzi was startled and turned around with him, but she saw nothing.

A middle-aged man wearing a white and green striped fisherman's hat and a pair of high-heeled wooden clogs walked into the light. The sound of the wooden clogs hitting the cement floor tiles was consistent with the rhythm of the crutch at hand, and inexplicably had a mysterious feeling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the lazy voice said with a hint of cynical slickness, "I was just following Kurosaki-kun's instructions and taking him to the place he directed. Actually, I've heard of him for a long time..."

Ye Dou thought, could it be that the enemy from a hundred or eighty years ago has come looking for him?

The next second, the blond middle-aged man, who was completely exposed under the light, yawned nonchalantly and stared straight at the girl squatting next to Kurosaki Ichigo.

"The famous Ms. Suzuki."

Sonoko looked at him in confusion: "Huh?"

——I don’t know you?

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Next, let’s go back to the beginning of this chapter, when the young Ichigo Kurosaki passed through the wall to return home.

He was wandering around the streets because Rukia suddenly disappeared. Ichigo originally thought that the previous incident of almost being exposed had aroused her vigilance, but according to Rukia Kuchiki's personality, even if she wanted to leave, she would not leave without saying goodbye.

So he had nothing to do and went out to look for it.

When he returned home tonight, he happened to run into Rukia at the entrance of the block. When he really chased after her, he realized that she didn't leave without saying goodbye on purpose, but because under the laws of the Soul Society, it is a crime to give the power of a Shinigami to humans.

In order not to implicate him, Rukia led the pursuers sent by Soul Society away.

What Ichigo Kurosaki found most unbelievable was that the ruthless pursuer was actually Rukia's brother!

The abilities he had developed during this period of time were completely useless against this man. Not only could the opponent knock him down with just three punches and two kicks, he could also easily take away his ability to be the god of death.

At the time, Kurosaki Ichigo's mind was filled with thoughts like, "Oh my god, is this considered a broken karmic thread?" and "Oh my god, am I going to die like this?" But until his power disappeared, he was still alive and well. Rukia, on the other hand, was in a different situation...

The side of his face was pressed against the rough ground, and the scrapes on his arms were bleeding. In a daze, he was still analyzing: Why did these two people say that Rukia seemed to be going to die as soon as she returned to Soul Society?

But doesn't the clog hat mean that nobles like her are very safe?

He didn't know how long he lay there. When he regained consciousness, the hat shop manager was impatiently preparing to turn him over. Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the bright street lights above his head and the small things that were crackling against the glass cover and asked, "Will Rukia die..."

Kisuke Urahara took out a bottle of hemostatic spray from his pocket and prepared to treat his wound first.

Ichigo Kurosaki didn't wait for an answer, but he inexplicably understood something he didn't want to believe from the depressing aura surrounding the store manager.

So he coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said, "I'm going to save Rukia."

Urahara Kisuke paused pressing the spray, lowered his eyes slightly with an unclear expression, and chuckled softly: "You have lost even the power of the God of Death, how can you talk about saving people?"

This statement couldn't actually be considered a mockery, as he knew exactly what was hidden in Kuchiki Rukia's soul, and he knew even better what the Soul Society's security forces were like.

But the reason why Urahara Kisuke appeared at this place at this time was to bring this guy back to teach him, to help him regain the power of the God of Death so that he could go to Soul Society.

However, the next second, the hot-blooded young man who should have shouted "Help me" without thinking became silent with a serious expression.

"Actually, there is a solution..."

Ichigo Kurosaki collapsed on the ground, slightly tilting his head, trying to look down: the torn clothes were still stained with blood, the scars of his soul were also reflected in his flesh, and there was a sharp pain on the side of his weak arm, but he knew very well -

——When he turns into a soul, the word "black" should be firmly imprinted on this piece of skin without any scars.

When the god named Yato held it, he could kill a hollow with a light blow. He also said that as long as the artifact was in hand, the combat power of the war god would be almost immeasurable.

Ichigo Kurosaki thought that he didn't remember many of the employee benefits that Sonoko had promised him, but he was deeply impressed by the way she cried and said, "We'll be a team from now on."

According to the god: Once you are on the pirate ship, don't think you can get off easily.

The same goes for him in reverse.

How should I put it...that guy is a god after all, right?

Completely oblivious to the store manager's elusive expression, the unconventional Kurosaki boy, seeking help, said firmly, "Even though I can't continue fighting as a Shinigami, that doesn't mean I've lost the right to fight a Shinigami for Rukia's life."

He clenched his hands lightly in mid-air and suddenly laughed softly.

"If I can't be the god of death, I can still make a knife!"

So, with a boy named Kurosaki who seemed to have a problem with his head and claimed that he would become a divine weapon to fight against Soul Society, Kisuke Urahara embarked on a journey to help the divine weapon find its owner, and successfully created this harmonious scene three minutes ago, although it was a bloody mess, at least everyone was gathered together.

The author has something to say: I made a mistake in my estimate and finished writing it at around 9 o'clock. Sorry [bow

Kurosaki boy realized it too quickly, so let Yato carry Big Orange Wu to rescue Rukia:-D

The next chapter opens the Soul Society dungeon! Guess who will lead the battle?

Finally, as usual, I’ll leave a message. Good night, everyone. Mua (づ￣ 3￣)づ

Corrected typos.