On the road to the Land of Rice Fields, Hoshi and the others could no longer suppress their curiosity. The three of them surrounded Torikaze, repeatedly pestering him about the exact details of the mission.
Just as the old saying went: the essence of humanity was...
Torikaze was suffering miserably at the hands of three broken records. Left with no choice, he promptly surrendered. "All right, all right, stop asking. If you keep asking, I'm going to pass out. I'll be honest with you—I haven't said anything because I'm not entirely sure what kind of mission this is myself."
That only made Hoshi and the others even more curious. They all urged Torikaze to hurry up and continue. Torikaze paused in the middle of reaching into the large backpack on his back for jerky. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice:
"Have you ever heard of Urban Legends?"
The four of them had set out in the afternoon, and after traveling for quite some time, night had already fallen, with a bright moon hanging high overhead.
Under the moonlight, Torikaze's fierce-looking face, coupled with his deliberately lowered voice, had an unexpectedly frightening effect.
Sakumo shook his head, making it clear that he had no interest in Urban Legends. "I'm not interested in boring legends like that at all."
But the cold sweat on his face betrayed the unease in his heart.
Shinku, on the other hand, was quite delighted. He urged Torikaze to hurry up and tell them what story it was. He was extremely interested in things like Urban Legends.
For someone who dreamed of becoming an illusion master, such Urban Legends were excellent material for illusions.
His mental strength—or rather, his imagination—had always been richer than that of ordinary people. With the boost