[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

The two parts of the blade were cut cleanly, as if they were cut off in the middle by some sharp weapon.But there are still a few scattered pieces scattered around the gap.The shards were silver, and they felt a bit chilly under the icy sunlight.

Vulcan slowly bent down, trying to restrain his trembling hands, clenched into fists.

Calm down! !He told himself through gritted teeth, and soon tasted rust in his mouth.The fragments were of different sizes and shapes, and the excessive impact caused some fragments to fly wildly, and it was unknown where they landed.

For a while, finding all the fragments was no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

Vulcan doesn't care, and he doesn't care if it takes a long time.He bent down and started picking up the pieces that belonged to Tsurumaru Kuninaga one by one.He put the fragments he could find in his palm and held them firmly.After all, it was a fragment belonging to the blade. The Vulcan's palm was quickly cut with several deep and shallow bloodstains by the sharp incision, and some of them directly cut through the outer skin and were directly embedded in it.

And Vulcan just took a light breath, and then continued to search for the remaining fragments patiently as if nothing happened.

"Do you want to fix him?" An unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears, and immediately a large shadow fell over Vulcan's head.

"Go away." Vulcan didn't look up, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, cold and hard like a stone.

That shadow was not displeased by Vulcan's almost rude attitude, he continued on his own: "It's useless. No matter how hard you try, you can't restore your original appearance. Don't you have these things? Listen to that little fox."

Vulcan turned a deaf ear to him, and he didn't even want to give that person his eyes—he was afraid that once he met his eyes, the emotion of wanting to swallow him alive would surge up, mixed with anger and swallow him to the bone.

The shadow cast over his head did not dissipate as he wished, and the young man didn't care about Vulcan's attitude.He even squatted down, dragging the hem of his wide black windbreaker to the ground.

"Since they've all been smashed with knives, it's fine to just leave it alone. Ah, your hands are bleeding." The young man caught a glimpse of blood flowing from the fingers of Vulcan's clenched fist, and he stretched out his hand pretending to be surprised. I want to touch Vulcan.

"Shut up." Vulcan finally looked up.There was a faint flame in the depths of his red eyes, and it tended to burn bigger and bigger as he gradually closed his brows.

He resisted the urge to curse and took a deep breath: "Why did you do that."

"You ask me why?" The other party withdrew his hand without any trace.He seemed to think this knowingly asking was a bit funny, and he couldn't help giggling, like a child who succeeded in pranking.However, in the next second, he made a cold voice that was completely opposite to that of the child.

"There is only one fate for a betrayer, isn't there?"

Vulcan noticed that those brown eyes were filled with endless darkness that would assimilate even the light of fire.

It seemed that he was tired from squatting, the boy stood up and stomped his feet along the way.He spread his hands and looked down at Vulcan who was still glaring at him from above: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't kill anyone.... It's just that he should return to his original appearance."

"You also feel very troubled, being entangled by that kind of monster that is obviously an artifact but turns into a human form." He said lightly.

"I know everything about you."

He spoke very fast, leaving almost no gap for Vulcan to interrupt.

"Because of an accident, I have to give up the things I love. I am very unwilling, right? Firefighters and the like are just a temporary shelter to escape from reality. In the raging fire and heat wave, every time you rescue a person, your achievement There will be more sense and credit. Then, what will happen after that?"

He leaned down and stared at Vulcan, whose face turned pale for a moment.

"After that, the emptiness as big as a beast will annihilate all the joy of saving lives and healing the wounded—because that's not what you want. In the same way, you agree to accept the deformed love imposed on you by Fusangshen because of this a little."

The other party's words were like a sharpened weapon, every word and every sentence cut through the cocoon that Vulcan didn't want to touch, and then deliberately weaved to paralyze himself.

"Why do you..." Vulcan couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, he couldn't even take care of his bloody palms.The other party's eyes that were supposed to be as gentle as Tsunayoshi's were like countless evil flowers blooming at this moment.

Why would he know...

The person in front of him knew everything about him like the back of his hand, and the fear was far greater than the shock, and Vulcan couldn't help trembling.

"I can help you." The man seemed satisfied with Vulcan's reaction, and moved his face closer.The distance between the two was abnormally close, and Vulcan could clearly hear and feel the breathing of the other party.

"Help me... what?" Vulcan struggled to speak, but remained extremely vigilant.

"Help you—go back to two years ago." He spoke in a steady tone and fluently, which seemed like a fantasy.

"As long as you carefully avoid the accident that hurt your ankle, you can continue to gallop in the basketball world and realize your dreams."

"No, it's impossible..." Vulcan opened his eyes wide, almost losing his composure.

"Maybe, as long as you think about it." The other party cut him off decisively, "Firefighters, and god judges are all just Nanke Yimeng. Give up these useless identities, and you can continue your brilliant basketball career."

"I...can still play basketball?" Vulcan muttered to himself.

"Of course." The other party narrowed his eyes, his appearance was exactly the same as the jackal whose prey had successfully hooked.

Vulcan stared blankly at his hands, which were originally clenched into fists and slowly opened, revealing blood-stained fragments.The voice of the other party whispered directly in his head through Vulcan's eardrum.The words that flowed into his mind immediately turned into colorful pictures, the huge court, and arcs drawn between basketball throws and catches, turning pages as quickly as pages of a book.

The fire in Vulcan's eyes was extinguished, leaving only ashes struggling in vain.The opponent showed a smile of victory.With just a slight push, he will fall into the abyss without any resistance.

"There are also those Fusangshen. They are stumbling blocks on your road to success, let's get rid of them too." He added casually, putting his hand on the half corner of the book.

When he was about to pull out the knife account, someone grabbed his wrist forcefully.

"They are not stumbling blocks." He raised his eyes, and Vulcan's eyes were filled with even more intense flames than before, and even the end of his eyes turned red accidentally.His eyes no longer showed that dull confusion.

"Also, don't look like you know everything about others, it's annoying to watch."

Vulcan let go of his restraint, and slowly stood up.

"It seems that your dream is not a valuable thing." The young man sneered at him.

"It's worthless in the first place." The fingers holding the fragment slowly and forcefully closed.Beads of blood kept slipping from Vulcan's fingers, fell into the soft soil, and disappeared instantly.

He paused every word, and looked into the other person's eyes calmly: "Especially the dream that you forged, it's worthless."

"Tell me, who are you?"

The only eyes that were exposed to the outside flashed a wave of fluctuations quickly, and soon returned to calm like a stone sinking into the sea.He slowly raised his face, and along with his voice, there was the black muzzle of the gun hidden under the large windbreaker.

"Just like you, he is a god judge."

The bullet that pierced the air struck head-on, and when it was only a few meters away from Vulcan's heart, a scorching flame that appeared out of nowhere was like a blocker, and opened its bloody mouth to swallow the bullet directly, melting it completely. Not even the shell casings were left.

"Fortunately, we caught up." Tsuna, who had a clear flame burning in front of his forehead, couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief when he saw the safe Vulcan.

"Zawada?" Vulcan was surprised to appear unexpectedly, "Why are you here?"

"I'll explain the details to you later." Gang Ji stared at the black-clothed boy who kept raising his gun. "I just want to know why the leader of Amerai is here."

"Ah, Amerai?!"

Hearing the name Tsunaki and the others often talked about, Vulcan almost bounced in surprise, isn't that the mafia?

Faced with Tsunayoshi's questioning, the boy who was pointed out by name remained unmoved.He spread his hands: "I don't know what this gentleman with a head on fire is talking about. I'm just an ordinary interrogator."

"Don't you want to expose another layer of identity?" Gang Ji lowered his voice, slowly and steadily, as if the undercurrent under the glacier was actually surging.

"Or, I don't want to expose myself as the innocent boy who shouted 'big brother', Mr. Jialan."

After a long silence, the other party unhurriedly stretched out his hands and applauded gently.

"I didn't expect you to see through it." He pulled down his collar, revealing his immature face, "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Liudaokuku, who has a peculiar taste, told you, right?"

Gangji refused to deny it.

Garan is indifferent to Tsunayoshi's answer or not.His cold brown eyes slowly swept across the shocked Vulcan, and he pulled out a weird smile.

"We meet again, big brother." He greeted Vulcan very affectionately with a rising tone.

"...Jalan, you, you are the leader of Amerai?" Vulcan couldn't believe his eyes, but the appearance of the other party was exactly the same as the appearance of Jialan in his impression.

"Yes." Garan readily admitted.

"Then why did you..."

"Ah, what does my elder brother want to ask? Why am I approaching you, an ordinary person who has nothing to do with the other world? Or...why did you ruin Tsurumaru Kuninaga?" He tilted his head, his voice still unchanged period of clarity.

Vulcan couldn't help being speechless by his continuous cannonball, so he could only bite his lower lip tightly and didn't make a sound.

"Big brother." He sighed softly, then shook his head and looked at Vulcan, "The moment you get involved with leader Pengo Li, you are no longer an ordinary person."

"What do you mean?"

Gangji suddenly had a bad premonition.

The clouds and mist were pushed aside, and the warm sunshine came out from behind the thick clouds again.The overly bright light softened Jialan's expression for a moment, revealing a kind of treacherous tenderness.He squinted his eyes, the daylight, which symbolizes vitality and warmth, made him genuinely unhappy.

"Haven't it ever occurred to you that he approached you just to take advantage of you?"

"...Using?" Vulcan repeated the other party's words blankly.

"Yeah, yeah." Jia Lan nodded his head like a naughty child.

He stretched out a hand and began to pretend to gesture: "The notorious mafia, even if the new leader tries to put the family on the right path, the dirty part can't be eradicated. The one beside you who looks innocent The same is true for the evil leader Mr. He pretended to maintain the friendly relationship between the neighbors, and then slowly infiltrated into your life. Manipulating you, using you, this is what Mr. Vongola did to my big brother thing?"

He did it in one go, and then threw the gun that had already lit the primer to Tsuna.

"If you don't believe me, ask him yourself. Listen to how this respected godfather answered you."

The flame in front of Tsunayoshi's forehead gradually extinguished, and the brown eyes that returned to normal were full of anxiety.Although I really want to blatantly accuse the other party of being speculative, absurd, and extremely absurd.But when he was about to speak out several times, all the words of refutation were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

"Vulcan Lord, I..." Finally opened his mouth, when Gang Ji raised his eyes to meet those pomegranate eyes, he retreated into his rabbit hole again, as cowardly as he was five years ago.

"Zawada, is he telling the truth?" Vulcan moved slightly, his voice hoarse.

"I..." Gangji paused, but did not answer.

"Zawada." Vulcan looked at him solemnly and took a deep breath.

"No matter what you want to say, I will choose to believe you."

"Because we are best friends. Isn't it?" Vulcan patted him on the shoulder.Then he realized that there was a third person present when he was speaking, and he blushed in embarrassment.

"Vulcan Lord, you..." Gang Ji was stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed out of relief.

"Although it may sound weird, and I can't explain it to you very well now. But, please believe me. Please!" He bowed deeply.

Tsuna thanked Vulcan for his understanding and admired his fearless strength.

The biggest cause of a crisis of trust is the fear of being betrayed, and Vulcan trusts himself, even if he is shaken by the other party's words, he can still choose to face it with him straightforwardly.

"Of course." Looking at his appearance, Vulcan couldn't help but smiled softly, and there was a shimmer of light in the fiery garnet red.

"Brother, you are so naive and stupid."

Jia Lan looked bored. They didn't follow the established plot, which really made him feel boring.

"People who use methods similar to elementary school students to sow dissension are not very smart. Mr. Amerai." Gang Ji snorted coldly, and sneered back.

"Galan, did you arrange our meeting that time?" Vulcan asked.If the other party didn't deny it, then Vulcan was indeed naive to the point of stupidity as the other party said.

"My brother, you already have the answer in your heart, why bother to ask me again." Jia Lan didn't answer directly, he seemed to be very good at confusing right and wrong, and preferred to play tricks of tossing and catching.

It's a pity that Vulcan didn't choose to catch the ball thrown towards him.He looked into Jialan's eyes very seriously, and the coldness in those eyes made him feel uncomfortable: "I just want to hear you tell me yourself."

The answer was on the verge of coming out of his mouth, but Jia Lan was unusually silent, and his thin face was covered with clouds.

After a while, he looked up at the sun which was covered by floating clouds again.The sky was as clear as blue, and the sneaking sunlight fell from the gaps between the dense branches and leaves, and attached to Jialan's body in fragments.

"Who knows." Garan shrugged, then waved his hand.Soon, a young man wearing a light-colored feather and ponytail came out from behind him.

"It's a pity, I thought my elder brother would come to me." He sighed falsely, then patted the expressionless young man beside him, "I'm sorry An Ning, I can only give you a gift next time gone."

"It's not the master's fault."

"... Yamato Mori, An Ding?" Vulcan didn't hide the astonishment in his eyes, he stared at that person blankly.

Yamato Mori, who was called by name, just raised his head and glanced at Vulcan coldly, and then looked away without a trace.

"Then, now you are the only one left with my knife, An Ding."

Following Garan's words, An An's eyes fell on Duan Ren, who was still tightly protected by Vulcan, and from the weak spiritual power, he could tell that the sword was his former colleague.Even though seeing that freehand and free-spirited Taidao become what he is now, Yamato Mamoru can't feel any sadness or anger.He just watched indifferently, and there seemed to be something deep in his eyes.

He moved his bloodless lips: "I'm very happy, Lord....Because, you can only spoil me now."

"Yes. Go home, An Ding." Garan looked lovingly at the Mibu wolf in front of him who had surrendered his whole body and mind to him, and then glanced at the complex-looking Vulcan.

"The next time we meet, we will be enemies. Big brother."

Then, a burst of purple mist appeared out of thin air, blocking Vulcan's sight.When he opened his eyes again, both Garan and the strange Yamato Mori were gone.

"Vulcan Lord, it's almost time for us to go back." Although the opponent's aura has completely disappeared, Gang Ji can still feel a few strong killing intent approaching him.

"Where is Qingguang them! I have to pick them up first..."

Vulcan suddenly remembered that his Fusangshen were still confronting the huge retrograde army, so he turned around and wanted to run back.

Tsuna quickly grabbed him with quick eyes and hands: "Don't worry, their words have been forcibly repatriated by the time government... Are you injured?!" He felt his hand holding Vulcan sticky, and looked down. Vulcan's fingers were covered in blood, and even his fingernails were stained dark red.

"Ah, it's just a small injury, it's not a big deal." Vulcan said nonchalantly.Besides, instead of healing, the only thing he wants to do now is to repair Tsurumaru as soon as possible.Even if there is only one ten-thousandth possibility of recovery, he will do his best.

Thinking of this, Vulcan couldn't help holding those fragments even tighter.

Tsuna looked at Vulcan's hand that had become bloody and bloody, and sighed worriedly.

The author has something to say:

Currently known information includes:

1. Although Vulcan temporarily forgot that he was carrying a communicator, Tsuna on the other side heard what happened there through the earphones.

2. Even the guarantor is not allowed to use the time-space converter privately, but Tsuna is fearless, and by the way, freezes a staff member who came to stop him.

3. Liu Daoku said: No matter how bad the taste is, it is better than pretending to be young, and when you are old, you still call him my brother :)

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