Demon Sword Man's Journey to Honmaru

"Young man```Have you ever seen a monster?"

"Monster..." I don't know why, I clenched my fists tightly like a conditioned reflex, common sense emerged in my mind, my own instinctive rejection, dislike of this term and a small part of my familiarity, looking at the old man, Gently nodded, "An object or a life absorbs essence and produces wisdom, which is called a spirit. A spirit born from negative energy such as hatred and blood is called a demon."

The woman nodded approvingly, took a sip of the hot tea in her hand, and continued to ask in an old voice: "Then...do you know why people in this world are afraid of monsters?"

I thought about it and replied:

"Monsters are evil by nature."

The old man smiled softly,

"Hehe... most people think like you. If I didn't know the story, I would think the same way."

The old man spoke softly, with a touch of nostalgia, his fingers slightly rubbed the mottled lines on the cup, and some unknown colors appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"This forest has bred many youkai..."

The faint words of the old man startled me, and I also had a little understanding in my heart. If this quiet and outrageous forest is a forest of monsters, all the sense of disobedience would be explained. I looked at it and immersed myself in my memories The old man in the middle clenched his palms slightly, and became vigilant again in his heart, with a trace of defense in his eyes. If it is true as the old man said, this is a forest of monsters, then an elderly human being will definitely not be safe and sound live here.

The old man didn't seem to notice my guard against her, and still asked in an old and hoarse voice: "Young man, do you know a monster called Prajna?"

I shook my head suspiciously.

"That is a very beautiful monster... When I saw him for the first time, I thought it was a fairy in the sky." With a little sigh, the old man laughed silently, "It's just, listen My father said that when he saw it for the first time in this jungle, it looked quite ugly..."

Even though he was extremely vigilant towards the old man, seeing the old man's gentle face and the story in his mouth because of nostalgia for the past, his curiosity arose in his heart, and he asked, "Why?"

"Because, my father said to my mother, 'That disgusting ugly monster finally stopped coming, and has been pestering me for so many years.', Then, the monster peeled off its face again and again , made into a mask, and after repeated repetitions, it turned into a very cute and beautiful appearance..."

Hearing this, I broke out in a cold sweat and peeled off my face. It was painful to think about it, but at the same time, I felt a chill in my heart and continued to ask: "...What about your father?"

"Of course, I was killed by it." The old man seemed to be talking about today's weather, only using the tone of telling a story, and said words that made my heart tremble, and then he couldn't help chuckling and said: "At that time, it was in front of me. Killed my parents, and said something in the mouth, "Humans hate ugly monsters, but they don't know that the ugliest thing is the human heart..."

"哐..." Looking at the indifferent old man, I couldn't help standing up suddenly, looking at her with horror on my face, and sweat ran across my cheeks involuntarily.

"Are you wondering why my father died, but I am living here?" The old man still had a calm expression, but looked at me with a terrified face, and flashed across his eyes. A smile.

"..." I didn't answer the old man, but the fear in my heart slowly spread to my whole body, and I remained motionless, looking at the old man vigilantly.

The old man didn't care about my vigilance, but said with a faint smile: "That person... when he faced me, he couldn't deal with it. And after that, he took care of the young man who was only a few years old and had no ability to live independently. I've grown up well."

My eyes widened, and I looked at the old man in disbelief. Although I was terrified, I couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Well...he said, I look exactly like my father when I was a child, and he couldn't do it at all." With a little teasing, the old man said, "When I was young, my father was the only friend of Prajna, because I His father said to him, 'The most important thing is not the appearance, but the heart.' And seeing me when I was a child, even if I could be cruel to my father, I would not be able to do it to me."

Then looking at the old house, a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes, "That person helped me build this house... Even this stove, he saw that I was old and couldn't stand the cold, and he built it brick by brick. Wadi built it for me."

"Why..." I couldn't help murmuring again, as if the old man in front of me had turned into some kind of monster, his eyes were full of fear,

"Why, the monster killed your parents, but you..."

"Why..." The old man tapped his chin with his hand, and there was a little tenderness in his eyes. He took out an ancient book written "Hundred Stories" from his arms, gently brushed the broken pages, and said softly. Said: "I have collected a lot of stories about monsters... After reading so many, I realized that they are too pure."

purely?

I seemed to have lost all my strength, and suddenly collapsed on the chair behind me. A boy who did not exist in my memory flashed in my mind, with a smile like sunshine, as if melting my heart.Moreover, for some reason, a sense of identity as if experienced is also circulating in the body.

The old man asked like this: "Young man... do you think monsters are really scary?"

I froze for a moment, as if I understood something, looked at the old man, and shook my head silently.

Just like Hannya in the story of the old man, because of the words of his only friend, he endured severe pain and tore off his ugly face over and over again. After avenging his friend's betrayal, he couldn't attack the same child as his friend when he was a child , because that sentence may be hypocritical 'The most important thing is not the appearance, but the heart. ', took care of the old man all his life...

Moreover, a certain part of my heart, as if I had experienced such a thing, silently agreed with the old man's words.

Because of its purity, it is easy to be infected with malice...

Similarly, because of purity, I will devote my whole life to a small thing...

The old man sneered and said, "Who is better, the gods who save people for the sake of people's beliefs, or the monsters who sacrifice their lives to protect people for a small agreement... What's more, monsters mostly target humans after being hurt by humans."

Afterwards, the old man raised his eyes, looked at me, and whispered words that were completely incompatible with the previous topic,

"So, young man, if the person you like is a monster, what will you do?"

"..." As if my heart had been struck by lightning, the shadow of a young man appeared, his whole body was numb, and an indescribable warmth gradually flowed through his body.

If... this boy is a youkai, what should I do?

Haha... I couldn't help laughing at myself, the doubts in my eyes gradually became firm, and said softly: "Of course, even if you sacrifice your own life, you can't live up to that person's purity..."

"Hehe, that's a very good answer... It seems that I can entrust that person to you..."

Saying so, the old man stood up, took down the lantern that was shining slightly behind him, and said with a soft smile: "Then,

Just please. "

The author has something to say:

Kavinka is also admired to my level (covering his face), and wrote 2 words in front of the computer for 500 hours...

Private setting is serious =-=, I hope it will not be sprayed.

In the recent exam week, I hope to forgive you for not updating frequently, orz