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: Sakura Fubuki

Jinguji Saki is not a brave warrior.

She also never put herself in this position.

If you think about your past life carefully, she just walked over step by step.

After being discovered with spiritual talent, she became a witch, went to the shrine as an apprentice, graduated from the apprenticeship, was recommended to the shrine, and became a sword shaman due to her superior qualifications.

It would be a lie to say how much sweat and effort she shed on this path.

It’s like some people read romance novels in their arms every day, and they can always rank among the best in the exams.

Talent is very important.

But talent does not correspond to freedom of choice.

After a person possesses this talent, the right to choose whether to use it may not be in his hands.

The surrounding environment will hold you forward. You don’t know whether this is right or not, but you can’t take the initiative to tell it to your mouth, because the right to choose when you were a child is not in your hands.Able to obey the guidance of elders and the advice provided by adults, even if you want to rebel occasionally, you quickly run into a wall and lose the courage to explore, so you return to your comfort zone, can’t find a more suitable path, and make half-compromise Then, finally realized…

It’s not that I chose the present, but the environment has shaped the current self.

Jinguji’s becoming a sword shaman was the result of accidental stacking. The environment she was in was like this, so she was pushed to this position step by step.

Generally speaking, it will never be so easy to become a sword shaman. You need to go through more or less baptism before you can become a sword shaman.

But it seems like she hasn’t experienced this baptism yet, or in other words, now is the time for her to be baptized.

Sword shaman is not an ordinary job, and one cannot accept it with a half-hearted mentality, but anyone with a little timidity will inevitably become a huge flaw in one’s body and bring about irreversible consequences.

The Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty, the Night Watchman of the Alliance, and the Tribunal of the Theocracy have different names but the same weight.

Now she is aware of this, and she is crushed by this weight a little bit, which is a weight she has never borne.

She was too preoccupied, and she wanted to hide her face and run away.

A hero or a coward is just a thought away.

Jinguji Saki thought of a lot.

She felt sad at first, a very strong sorrow, no matter whether she stayed or left, it seemed that death was the inevitable fate of sword shamans.

Immediately afterwards, she felt confused. She questioned whether her choice was correct, questioned whether she had the courage to stay and die, and also questioned whether there was any value for the sword shamans to die here for nothing.

She clearly touched the weakness in the deepest part of her heart, and she definitely felt the weight of life.

If you die here, you are just dead.

Who will remember the meaningless bravery and sacrifice?

Who would think that dying here is a worthy death and a peace of mind?

It’s just that they were desperate and accepted the result.

Because they are sword shamans, such a result is inevitable, and because they are sword shamans, even if only one person survives, they can sacrifice for it. Self-consolation, at least their own death is not meaningless.

It shouldn’t be like this.

It shouldn’t be like this!

In the end, Jingujisaki opened her eyes, and what she felt in her heart was not sadness and pity, but anger.

She suddenly figured out one thing.

It turned out that she didn’t have to choose.

Why should I make a choice! The choice is made by oneself!

They all polished their eyes and let me take a good look at them!

I’ll go out now and kill them all! Then take everyone out of here alive!

At this moment, the thought came through.

She stepped out of the shrine, turned her back to the sword shamans, and made a mocking voice.

“It’s a beautiful idea!”

Jinguji kicked open the door panel, the sharp blade came out of its sheath, Fubuki slashed across the air, the blade was stained with blood, and the next moment, the color of the blood bloomed with the color of cherry blossoms.

The cherry-colored petals slowly fell from her knife, as if pinching a piece of snow from the gods.

This is not the power of the spell, but comes from the soul deep in her heart, it is the soothing breath of the fairy.

The principle of fairy spirits, killing cherry blossoms.

It has never been so light. For the first time, it made her feel as light as weight. She doesn’t need to be careful to control it. Just swing the knife with her heart, and it will go everywhere. Every piece of the falling cherry blossoms is her hands and feet, it is her perception. extension.

That’s right.

She seemed to hear a voice whispering softly in her ear.

The whispering voice became clear and graceful from the inadvertent at first.

Jinguji Saki knew that it was the fox’s voice.

No matter how much I begged before, the fox refused to respond to me, but when I completely gave up relying on it, I gave the answer.

She has a deeper understanding of it, at first it was like reading a book, but now she has a deeper understanding of its way of thinking.

The fairy fox hates the weak.

Perhaps the most profound truth that it has remembered in its long life is that its unwillingness to be weak comes from the painful loss in its childhood.

It won’t listen to pleas, and won’t sympathize with humble people’s pleas, even if she is its front and back.

When she became angry, drew out her sword and showed her fangs, the fairy fox laughed happily, which was what it wanted to see.

To describe its thoughts in one sentence, there is nothing better than…

Ttk! Yzmttk!

“It’s exactly what I want…”

“Sakura yo, San ã‚Šã¾ã—ょã†!”

The Faerie Law was activated, and her state instantly returned to its peak, even surpassing the previous limit. Compared with Bai Wei’s forced activation of the Faerie Law, she was able to initially control Shashengying at this time, and her strength improvement was visible to the naked eye.

The number of cannibals hovering outside the shrine has exceeded one hundred, but it seems exaggerated to face one hundred people’s siege. In fact, because of the limited contact surface, she did not deal with more than ten at the same time.

To compare the less to the more is to break the whole into zero.

Jinguji held the scabbard in her left hand, tapped the railing lightly, and used her voice to attract the attention of more murderers. A murderer who had climbed to the top of the building jumped down and tried to get out from the dead corner of the back of the neck. He launched an attack from the position, but the scabbard was raised and hit his abdomen.

She didn’t know where the strength came from, and she overturned the murderer and smashed it to the ground. Immediately afterwards, her sneakers stepped on its head, one foot, two feet, three feet, click… the neck was crushed in two!

She kicked at the corpse of the ogreOn the ground, the corpse weighing at least one hundred kilograms was directly kicked up by more than one meter, and crashed into the group of murderers. With the knife, the three evil spirits were directly cut in half, and the blood splashed out, which was covered by her sleeves, only staining half of her arms.

Then she rushed into the crowd with a sharp tooth. After Liu Shengshuangyue learned this trick, she also stole it not long after she learned it. When she entered the crowd of murderers, her movements were bound to be restrained, and she was simply reckless. Several sword witches I was in a hurry to chase them out to save people, but just after walking a few steps, I saw several heads and severed arms flying out and falling to the ground.

I saw Jinguji twirling, jumping, and swinging her sword among the crowd of murderers. Her swordsmanship was more like a dance than a sword, but her moves were fierce, and her movements were like stepping on dance steps. They were not taught by shrine maidens. Bongna’s dance steps are more flexible dances, like ballet, like a black swan, walking on tiptoe on the stage, rotating the body to drive the blade to rotate, and the withered cherry blossoms on the blade are like a shadow.

It turns out that she didn’t make a mistake in judgment, but did it on purpose.

As long as she can continue to wield the sword, every attack will cause range damage. Wherever the blade points, the cherry blossom fragments will fall there. It seems to be sword energy, but it is actually a machine gun without cooling. The cherry blossoms are beautiful However, where the withered killing cherry passed by, it was like a school of piranhas, all flesh and bones were cut clean.

The sword shamans in the shrine were almost stunned. Although the strength of ordinary sword shamans is superior, it is impossible to reach this level. One can defeat a hundred. He is undoubtedly a hero among the swords. With this level of power, it is impossible to be an ordinary sword shaman. sword witch.

But this is worth celebrating. If Jinguji is so strong, they still have a glimmer of life.

“But…” a sword shaman murmured in a low voice, “What a beautiful scenery. Ignoring the corpses, limbs and blood all over the ground, this scenery is indeed beautiful.

It’s a pity that the moonlight cannot be seen in the gloomy sky. Otherwise, the sword dance under the moon and the cherry blossoms are falling, it must be a three-tiered scene.

The fierce battle at Jingu Temple lasted for nearly 30 minutes. When she threw the blade in her hand and pierced the head of the last evil spirit, there was almost no complete sentence from the corpse present. She killed very cleanly, and so did the group of murderers. Strangely, none of them retreated.

She exhausted a lot of physical energy, and she couldn’t help but want to support her knees to catch her breath, but soon she stopped her expression and didn’t let her exhaustion show.

Pa, pa, pa… There was sudden applause.