Volume 13: Noragami and the God of Death Chapter 003 Cannot be collected
Freya spent some time and effort to buy some nice clothes, and then the two gods left the clothing store.
Although this is the first time that Emiya has come to this world.
But he had money, and a few gold bars he threw down were enough to buy the clothes.
Although paying with gold bars is shocking these days, it is nothing under Emiya's magic of suggestion.
The store manager happily accepted the gold bars and respectfully sent Emiya and his group out.
Then, the crowd continued to wander around the street.
Freya, who came to this world for the first time, was full of curiosity about this world, just like Loki was at the beginning, but she did not look around.
Instead, he observes the world with his own eyes calmly.
The day passed quickly.
At night, the three of them checked into the hotel.
Emiya also took this opportunity to go to a gold shop and exchange gold coins for some yen.
But it’s only tens of millions.
It is enough for Emiya and his group to survive here.
On the way back to the hotel, Emiya passed through a park and saw a man in sportswear slumped on a park bench, looking very dirty.
Although the man looked lazy, Emiya recognized his identity.
The protagonist of Noragami’s story…Yato.
This also surprised Emiya. Tokyo is so big, but he actually met Yato in a park.
In a sense, it can be considered a kind of fate.
But if you think about it carefully, Yato is just a Noragami without a shrine. In the plot, he has always had no fixed place to live and wanders wherever he goes.
It wasn't actually that strange to see Yato in a park.
But the name of this park is somewhat meaningful...Prodigal Dog Park.
Isn't this really a mockery?
Who built this park in the first place? Aren’t they afraid of being beaten to death?
A thousand thoughts were running through Emiya's mind, but he walked past Yato without changing his expression, as if he didn't see Yato.
When watching the plot, Emiya admired Yato very much.
In his opinion, Yato is full of mysteries and his personality seems frivolous, but he is very calm when he is serious. He fits the definition of a male protagonist in a cool novel.
But even though he admired him, Emiya didn't want to talk to Yato.
The main reason is that there is not much money to be made from Yato, after all, this guy is too poor.
Yato also ignored Emiya because in his opinion, ordinary people could not see themselves as gods.
It's the same even if I'm a Noragami.
Unless you take the initiative to show up in front of the other party.
Emiya had already left the park, but something suddenly occurred to him, so he turned back and walked in front of Yato.
Yato still looked lazy and sluggish.
"Your name is Yato, right?" Emiya took the initiative to speak.
The originally lazy Yato was suddenly stunned, his expression turned into surprise, "You can see me?"
"That's right."
Yato was shocked. Ordinary people should not be qualified to see him, but the person in front of him ...
"Who are you?" Yato began to look at Emiya seriously.
"He is a person with some special powers." Emiya said calmly.
"This is called having a little strength, right?" Yato looked at Emiya carefully and felt a strong power from Emiya's body. It was not spiritual power, but a more powerful power.
Although Yato could not see how powerful the man in front of him was, he clearly felt that the power was more powerful than the divine power in his body.
Is this still called a little bit?
It’s probably a few hundred million.
When did such powerful humans appear in the human world?
Yato has lived for hundreds of years, but this is the first time he has seen such a powerful human.
"So, a human like you, what do you want from me?" Yato was a little alert when he spoke, and his lazy expression had disappeared.
He put down his legs, sat up straight, and maintained a posture ready to attack at any time.
"Don't be nervous, I just want to make some deals with you."
In front of Yato, Emiya took out a stack of yen.
Fukuzawa Yukichi's name is printed on every Japanese yen note, and the total amount of this stack is probably hundreds of thousands of yen.
When Yato saw the pile of money, his eyes turned into money symbols.
He had thrown all his vigilance out of the window.
At least that's what it looks like.
His original expression gradually became flattering, and his voice changed from refreshing at the beginning to greasy, "I see, it's a deal, then I wonder what kind of deal this lord wants to make with me?"
"I want to learn your jutsu," Emiya said.
"Spell?"
"That's right, it's the techniques like One Line, Prison, and Binding Cloth." Emiya said.
Yato shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, that's not our technique, but the technique of the divine weapon. The Line, Prison, and Binding Cloth you mentioned can only be used by divine weapons."
Emiya asked, "What about you guys? What kind of jutsu do you use?"
Yato said, "The gods don't need to use jutsu, they can fight using only their divine weapons."
Emiya recalled the plot and found that in most of the plot, Yato was indeed using the sacred weapon to fight.
Without the help of the divine weapon, Yato's strength would decline significantly.
But if he had a divine weapon in his hand, he could have a hard time with Bishamonten, one of the Seven Lucky Gods. And Bishamonten is a genuine war god.
"Is it true that gods don't have abilities like spells?" Emiya asked.
Yato thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I think so."
"What do you mean it should be possible?"
"Because I am just a small god. How would I know what abilities those big gods have?"
"You're so useless." Emiya shook his head. Yato was even more useless than he had imagined.
Yato was unhappy, "Hey, hey, hey, aren't you afraid of being punished by God for talking about a god like this?"
Emiya smiled and asked, "Can you beat me?"
Yato: ...
"Then can you give me the method to turn the dead into artifacts?" Emiya handed over the pile of money in his hand, "As long as you give it to me, I will give you all the money."
Yato's eyes widened as he stretched out his hand to take the stack of money, but when his hand was about to touch the money, he suddenly pulled it back.
"I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to accept your money, but turning the dead into artifacts is the power of the gods. Only gods can use it. Humans can't use it."
His eyes lingered on the money, but he finally closed his eyes in pain.
"So, even if I teach you, you won't be able to learn it, so I can't accept the money."
