What is it like to have a best friend who is keen on cosplaying Onmyoji Shikigami?
Me: Thank you for the invitation. I'm here at Comic Con, and my best friends are already having so much fun on various sets that even a nine-headed cow can't pull me back.
That's fine, but why am I the one dreaming? Is my best friend toxic?
So...
Scene one:
"Why do you, as a caster, have such a skill as unparalleled martial arts! Aren't you a mage?!"
I looked down at the white kimono on my body and smoothed the standard red highlights on my hair.
"Probably because Minamoto no Yorimitsu is not only a samurai, but also an onmyoji..."
Scene two:
"Suffer death, evil devil!"
'Evil ghost…? ' I felt the light emanating from the ring behind me, looked at the big sword with eight magatama stones in my hand, and touched the sharp corner on the top of my head. It's okay. Needless to say, I know who I am, and I have no love in my life. Jpg
So... It's obviously cosplayed by my best friend! It was my best friend who visited the crew! But it was me who dreamed in the end!
Forget it... The oppression of life cannot be changed.
To dream is to do whatever you want, hahaha!
Ooc warning! If you can't accept it, please click the cross
Intention: Brave