Pirate Emotional System

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Du En and Wesley passed each other in an instant. The former's two sleeves from the elbow to the cuffs suddenly fell off, while the latter slowly took three steps forward, but when he was about to take the third step, his knees were out of control. The ground bent downwards, and at the moment of staggering, he stepped hard on the ground to steady his body.

Wesley wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and looked at Du En in surprise: "You, you actually... learned [Brother Nose Sanding] in this battle?"

Du En looked at Wesley calmly. His swordsmanship was different from that of others. Others relied on continuous practice and fighting to learn, repeatedly honed their sword skills and sword moves, and finally achieved the goal of becoming stronger. But Du En was jumping. After completing the process, go directly to the result of 'becoming stronger', and then go back and slowly learn and ponder the sword moves, which means...

His swordsmanship is all-encompassing.

When Wesley saw that Du En did not answer, he raised his rapier and pointed it at the latter calmly and seriously: "No matter what kind of monster you are... I must stop you here!"

Du En looked calm and said: "Is the guy who leaves you running for his life worth your life?"

"Is it worth it..."

Wesley showed hesitation for a moment, and a picture flashed through his mind.

Du En said: "I see confusion in your eyes."

"Confused..."

Wesley slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the confusion had dissipated, leaving only the consistent determination. He put the rapier into the sheath, "This is not something I have considered, I just I know that if I want to stop you, even if I can’t do it…at least I can’t let you pass through intact!”

"I see……"

Du En put Oniyaki into the scabbard, "Then, let's use the next move to determine the outcome."

"Then use the next move..."

Wesley whispered, his steps slowly hit the ground, one step, two steps... His figure was getting faster and faster, and the next moment, his figure turned into an afterimage, holding the rapier tightly in his right hand, the sword Petals of cherry blossoms seemed to bloom from the mouth, overflowing with light.

Du En's figure was also like a stream of light. The ghost in his hand was slowly unsheathed, but suddenly, he quickly pulled it out, and the flying blade shone like starlight.

In an instant, the two of them passed by each other, but their pace slowed down at the same time, and they slowly sheathed their swords.

"One-shot flow..."

"Brother Nose Sanding..."

"Iai. Elegy of the Soul!"

"Sakura Blade!"

The Oniyaki and the rapier were put into the swallowing mouth at the same time, making a very low sheath closing sound.

A long and narrow wound instantly appeared on Du En's face, and drops of blood fell down his cheek one after another. At the same time, a huge bloody gash suddenly appeared on Wesley's waist. His feet went limp, and his mouth After a stream of hot and strong blood spurted out, he fell to the ground helplessly.

"It's over...everything is over..."

Wesley struggled to turn his face over from the ground and lay on the ground in a large shape. His face did not show the slightest hatred or unwillingness. Instead, it was unprecedentedly carefree and relaxed, as if he had been relieved.

Perhaps when a person is about to die, the scene he sees is no longer the forest in front of him and the invincible enemy, but becomes those memories that may have been forgotten.

……

In a private courtyard covering an area of ​​more than 30 square meters, withered cherry blossoms fell from the branches and flew into the distance. A young man and a little boy sat on the eaves, holding dumplings and warm tea, watching quietly.

The little boy asked: "Father, why is Sakura's life so short?"

The young man smiled and said: "Although the life of a cherry blossom is short, at the moment it blooms, it will present its beauty to the world without reservation...

And we humans are the same. Compared with this world, we may be like these cherry blossoms, which can only leave short-term footprints, but in the blink of an eye, they will be blown away by the wind and disappear..."

"Wesley," the young man spread his hands and let a petal of cherry blossoms drifting in the wind fall on his palms, his eyes were lost in thought, "A person's life is not about how long he can live, but whether he can bloom like this cherry blossom. The beauty of oneself, even if it is only for a moment, is enough to encompass the meaning of the entire life..."

……

In winter, there was heavy snowfall, and the little boy stood at the door of the small courtyard, with thick snow piled on his shoulders and hat, holding a thin sword in his red-frozen hands. He bit his lower lip tightly, and tears kept flowing from his eyes. His eyes fell, dripping into the palm of his hand like a column of water.

The two adult men standing in front of the little boy said with guilt on their faces, "Captain died heroically while fighting the thugs... This is the last relic he left behind when he died with the thugs..."

The little boy gritted his teeth in pain and looked at the two people in front of him with splitting eyes, "Why don't you help him! Why don't you save him!"

"I'm sorry, our first priority is to protect the safety of the king..."

"You go! Leave me alone, I don't want to see you again!"

The little boy drove away the two of them, like a wounded puppy, hiding alone in a cold corner, silently licking his wounds.

……

"Starting today, I want to leave this country!"

The little boy with a thin sword hanging from his waist tied the package around his body, took a fishing boat, and drifted towards the open sea. He had made up his mind to leave this place that made him hate and sad... and never come back again!

But the dangers of the sea are far beyond his imagination. There are strange sea beasts, ferocious pirates, and storms without warning. He survived all kinds of dangers and drifted to a small island dying.

When he lost all hope for life, he heard a voice not far away, "Take him back, maybe... he will come in handy..."

After he woke up, what he saw was a pair of big hands slowly stretching out, "Do you want to understand the value of living... Come on, live for me."

In this way, the little boy was imprisoned on an island with other peers, and conducted devilish training day and night, with the goal of becoming an excellent dead soldier.

Three years later, there were only 20 people left who had survived the devil's training. These growing dead soldiers were used as pawns and placed everywhere.

……

Wesley slowly came back to his senses. Because he inherited his father's excellent bloodline, he was the most outstanding person among these dead soldiers. Under Buono's instructions, he changed his identity three times and entered the hostile Mafia family. After gaining the trust of the family leader, he killed all these people without any nostalgia, clearing all obstacles for Buono to climb to the top of the Mafia family.

Wesley lay on the ground without any struggle, thoughts racing around in his mind. He was a little confused, doubtful and somewhat denied everything he had done over the years. He thought he would understand the moment when the cherry blossoms bloomed that his father said, but he did not. I didn’t feel any joy, I just felt a little lucky that my life was over...

Du En turned around and approached Wesley, who slowly closed his eyes. It was time to be relieved...

Du En stabbed Onishi with an expressionless expression. After twisting the blade, with a crisp buzzing sound, he put it into the scabbard and walked away.

Wesley, who had not seen a sword for a long time, opened his eyes and found that he was not dead, but the family shoulder emblem on his clothes was split into two halves. His slave struggled to sit up and looked at Du En's back. , holding back the sweetness welling up in his throat, he shouted, "Why don't you kill me!"

"The confused you in the past has died under my knife..."

Du En paused and said, "You are a new person now. Try to pursue your own value and live..."

"What is the value of my life...how should I survive?"

Duen, who was walking further and further away, could no longer hear Wesley's call. Wesley couldn't bear it anymore and lay back on the ground again, covering his wound and staring blankly at the blue sky...

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