Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

one year later.

It started snowing lightly in the sky, and the windows were covered with frost. The temperature began to get colder. When I stretched out my hands and gathered them around my mouth to exhale, I could hold up a cloud of white mist. The noses of people walking on the road were all frozen red.

In the mental hospital, the heater was blowing warmly. Because of the cold weather, weak patients were not allowed to go out for a walk, and most patients stayed in the cafeteria and wards. However, some of them were very excited and shouted loudly. They had a strong and obsessive interest in the snow and the fluttering white snowflakes.

Keigo Masaki was not among them. He was curled up on the hospital bed with a dull look in his eyes and hugging his knees, making others think that he was always afraid of something.

It is common sense that crazy people should stay in mental hospitals.

"You are very lucky. If it weren't for the super ancient genes in your body, you would have gone completely crazy long ago."

Masaki Keigo's screams of panic and fear were so loud that they echoed throughout the room and could even be heard outside, where the patrolling nurses and other patients could hear them.

However, the ancient people have already gone extinct. How could the gene of light be passed down in 30 million years? That is not a gene passed down by human genetic factors, but a memory of light given to humans by the planet. If you insist, Daiko and Masaki Keigo were both chosen by the earth as part of the human race.

But whether it was a purposeful choice, a random choice, or just a difference between awakening and not awakening, is still unknown.

However, because of that gene, Daigu was able to master the knowledge to join TPC in a short period of time, and Masaki Keigo was able to start from scratch and become an excellent entrepreneur, and even now he still has a chance to return to normal in his heart.

"I will take back the resentment of the Yabo people from you. If you can wake up, your sins will continue to accompany you for the rest of your life."

Masaki Keigo seemed to have seen the sound of a devil, louder than ever before. The nurse quickly opened the door and walked in.

And the voice went unnoticed, yet continued to repeat its words calmly.

"Whether this is a kind of death or forgiveness, I really don't know."

Masaki Keigo shouted and shouted until he felt a sleepiness coming over him. He had lost the ability to tell whether it was the drug or the effect of his body itself, but he slowly felt it as the sleepiness continued to rise and his eyelids slowly drooped.

Something very terrifying has finally left me.

He closed his eyes completely and slowly fell asleep.

He fell into a dreamless sleep that he had not experienced in more than five hundred days.

Outside the window, white snowflakes were falling in all directions, covering the already piled up snow, and even falling on the windows, slowly covering the glass with snow-white. The branches had already been withered and leafless, and were trembling slightly in the snow.

In the city, Jinglong was wearing a thick cotton coat, with a scarf wrapped around his neck, and his face had a healthy rosy glow. If you didn't look closely, he would be no different from an ordinary person.

"Are you leaving soon?"

He said this to a person wearing thin black clothes. The clothes he wore were not thick, and although they could not be said to be summer clothes, they were definitely not clothes that could be worn in winter.

"I should have left a year ago, but for some reason I stayed here... But it's almost time. Maybe it's an illusion. I can sense that it's almost time for me to leave this world."

Jinglong did not have a knife on him. The knife was a modern controlled knife. Since this person obtained a physical body and lived consciously in modern times, he finally realized that he basically could not carry a knife with him.

He learned from his mistakes and decided to start from being an apprentice in the kendo hall, because he could do nothing except make a living with the sword. He was kicked out by Xia Long and went to the modern Yin-Yang family, and ended up having to start from making Japanese confectionery.

"In that case, do you want me to go with you?"

"you?"

Jinglong nodded calmly.

"My essence is a ghost. Although I am lucky to have a body, it is only because of your Excellency's blessing. If you must say, ghosts should not have human bodies, because generally speaking, they are just ghosts living in dead bodies, and they will decay sooner or later. But ghosts cannot adapt to the current life. If it is to eliminate demons, I can still help a little. Now that the turmoil in the world has been eliminated and peace has come, it is no longer a place for an executioner like me to live."

"...You are really good at talking big."

"Well......"

The man smiled and was laughing at Jinglong.

"Since you finally have a second life, you should live it well. Haven't you gradually adapted to this era? If you follow me, you may become a ghost again, living on a sword, and I may swing it at will."

"That......"

"Goodbye, Jinglong, thank you for your kindness."

All of Jinglong's words were stuck in his throat. He paused and smiled helplessly.

"...Then I wish you the best of luck in your future journey."

Ok.

After agreeing, the man seemed to think that there was no need to be polite anymore, so he took a step forward and walked in the snow.

I don't know when, but his figure disappeared in the snow scene.

...It's really an experience that leaves me speechless...

Goodbye, Xia Long.

The snow scene of the New Year adds new colors to the world.

Newcomers, take a new path.

(Tiga Volume, End)