"Dragon, Witch, and the Non-Existent Seventh Day"
——Kannazuki Shizuki stood in the crack of the world, with silver hair like snow, overlooking the distant dawn.
The mottled rain fell on her knife, like a silent sigh from the gods.
Kanna Tsutsuki, the only SS-level miko in Kassel Academy, has long silver-white hair hanging down like a river woven by moonlight, and her gray eyes reflect the mist on the other side of the underworld. Her word spirit is [Yellow Quanjin] - the forbidden power that is said to be able to open the door to life and death, and the Mikazuki Munechika in her hand always has a clear light on its blade.
She was born among the sandalwood and charms of an ancient shrine, and she knew she was different from ordinary people since she was a child. In her dreams, there is always a voice whispering "the seventh day", but there are only six days in the world, and the seventh day never existed.
Until she stepped into Kassel Academy and became the most mysterious student in Angers.
When Chu Zihang's sword crossed with hers, the firelight scattered like stardust; when Caesar's blue eyes stared at her, it was as if he was staring at a storm that had not yet come; Lu Mingfei handed her a cup of hot cocoa, but she just looked out the window quietly, like a lonely and broken puppet.
Her existence is a mystery in itself.
Why can her blood revive the dead Long Wen? Why is there always a silver-haired shadow calling her "Axi" softly in her dreams? Why would runes appear uncontrollably on her body every time she releases her word spirit, showing a dark nothingness behind her?
——"The seventh day is the boundary between dragons and humans."
——"And you, Kanna Tsutsuki, are the one who stands on that boundary."
"Do you believe there is a seventh day?"
She smiled slightly, the blade reflecting the abyss.
Intention: The seventh day will never come, and she is waiting for a dawn that no one knows