I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

It seems impossible to relax.

Yang Nai vaguely felt a crisis, if she continued to play like before, she would regret it sooner or later.

...

It was already night at Hikigaya's house, and Komachi was drying her hair in the room, lying on the bed in her pajamas and playing with her mobile phone.

"I'm so sleepy today..."

She yawned, jumped off the bed, picked up the water glass, and went to the hall to get the water.

At this time, Hikigaya Hachiman was lying on the sofa and playing games on the TV.

"Lovely Komachi is going to bed."

"Oh, good night." Hachiman pressed his fingers back and forth on the NS, and subconsciously said something, but soon he felt something was wrong, sat up from the sofa in shock, and looked at Komachi.

"You... what kind of eyes do you have?"

"etc……"

Hachiman got off the sofa, walked up to Komachi, touched her forehead, and murmured:

"It's weird, I'm not sick..."

"It's not sick, idiot brother, Komachi's score is 0 today!"

"Ahem, just kidding." Hachiman said with a sneer, but soon asked seriously, "Why did you go to bed so early today?"

"I don't know, I just feel very tired, like studying from eight in the morning to ten in the evening."

"Alright, going to bed early is good for your health. If you're tired, go to bed earlier."

"Hmm... Then Komachi will rest first."

"Good night."

"Brother stupid, you should also go to bed earlier."

"Okay, next time."

After turning off the light in the room, Komachi lay on the bed, suddenly a sense of heaviness followed, and she fell asleep in an instant.

The surrounding environment was dark, and the body was so heavy that it was difficult to move as if it had been filled with lead.

After an unknown amount of time, Komachi came to a dreamland...

Chapter Seven The Executioner and the Voyeur

The sky is bright and the sun is scorching hot, weeds are overgrown, and dense forests are everywhere.

This is the end of a barren peak, the mountain road is winding and winding, and the grass and wild flowers are blooming here, and the flowers and plants are growing extremely vigorously, as if someone has carefully taken care of it.

Coquettish and beautiful.

"This... what is this place?"

Like previous dreams, Komachi would never have such a clear consciousness.

This is a place I have never been to.

Komachi was absolutely sure.

The surrounding area is desolate, and there is only one mountain path that seems to be often visited by people, and the surrounding bushes have been split and sorted aside.

Just when Komachi was in a daze, there seemed to be some men's urging voices and insults in a strong dialect from a distance.

For a moment, her mood became tense, so that before she had time to find a place to hide, a group of men in gray kimonos pressed over a dozen men and women who looked like prisoners with their hands tied.

This... What is this going to do? Can't they see me?

Komachi, who was standing there, noticed that these people did what they had to do as if they didn't see her.

"Ready for execution!"

A man wearing a monozuke hakama and combing Tsukishiro's hair stepped forward steadily and shouted loudly.

The man pressing down on the group of prisoners directly crushed the prisoner in his hand to the ground.

In the neon ancient times, generally only warriors of the warrior class would comb such hairstyles, for the convenience of fighting.

The man in the Montsuki hakama nodded, and pulled out the saber from his waist in an instant.

Clang!

The sound of the scabbard rubbing against the blade was shocking, like a bomb exploded in everyone's hearts.

The samurai sword gleamed silver in the sunlight, reflecting a penetrating brilliance on it.

Xiao Ding, who was standing next to the few people, felt his heart tightening in an instant.

They... are they going to behead?

When this thought surfaced, Komachi was terrified.

The man with the samurai sword walked up to a shivering woman on the far side, without hesitation, the knife in his hand cut off the head of the woman in front of him quickly, and the blood gushed out immediately, staining the front of him red green grass.

There was a churn in his stomach, and Komachi retched a few times, but the execution did not come to an end, instead it was just warming up.

With the knife in hand, the heads rolled to the ground one by one, while the executed person fell to the ground weakly.

When it came to the last person, it was a man in his 40s. Although he was pressed to the ground by the hands of the people around him, his aura still couldn't be concealed.

This is at least a decent figure.

"My lord." The executioner stood beside the middle-aged man, his voice trembling.

"Um."

The middle-aged man looked at the executioner standing beside him with a blank expression, took the rib cage handed over by a guard, and held his head high.

As he took over the ribs, the surrounding soldiers also lowered their heads and took a few steps back.

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Everything is reasonable." He nodded to the executioner, "Yamada, I hope you can be clean and tidy."

"My lord, I'm sorry."

"There is no need to apologize. This is the mission of your family. I just hope that when you get old, you can remember how many people you have killed."