[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

"quack--"

The black crow, which was startled from the ruins, flapped its wings and flew up, dropping a few pieces of black crow feathers.

In the chaotic ruins, there are still many traces of dried blood, but those who have left on this land have been taken back to rest in peace in the name of "heroes".

The sky was getting dark, and the "man" who had been in the dark place for an unknown how long got up stiffly.

The eyes were no longer able to shed tears, and they were extremely dry.There was a tightness and pain in the throat.

He staggered a little, and the wounds on his body had healed, but he was tired like never before, and his body seemed to be extraordinarily heavy.

Master Zhu Shi...

When I think of this name, my heart hurts, and tears seem to roll in my eyes, but nothing falls in the end.

Yushiro dragged his heavy body forward slowly.Aimless, not knowing where to go.

As the sun went down, Yushiro, who became the last ghost in the world, almost couldn't hold back the idea of ​​jumping directly at the sun.

In the end, Zhu Shi's smile and words still recalled in his mind, and he gritted his teeth and held back.

The sun went down, but it wasn't completely dark yet.

Everything is hazy and unreal, the battle is over but I still can't believe it.

"Gah-"

A black crow hovered low in the sky, looking for something.

Yushiro tensed subconsciously, and then gave up his vigilance in self-defeating.

It doesn't make any sense anymore, if the ghost killing team wants to eliminate the last ghost, it would be a good ending.

However, the circling crow continued to fly forward as if it hadn't seen him, and then flew down from a high altitude, landing on a pile of tattered fabrics.

The black cloth stained with blood was torn and mottled, and it was already in disrepair.

But the crow's cry became hoarse, like a melodious mournful cry, and finally buried the whole thing in the broken fabric, rubbed it with attachment, and then found a small object from the pile of fabric ——A little thing that looks dirty and can't be seen.

In the end, he circled a few times reluctantly and left.

Because he was holding something in his mouth, he couldn't make a cry, but Yushirou still heard the scream rolling from the crow's throat.

It's over... it's really over... it's over.

After the curtain ended, everything was as happy as the rest of my life.

In this battle, the loss was not small, which can be called great, but except for a small number of people, everyone else is still alive.

Maybe you may be missing arms and legs, but you are still alive.

The seriously injured members were well taken care of, but they still haven't woken up because of their injuries.

Everyone on the bed closed their eyes and breathed calmly.

It's all over, from the disbelief at the beginning to the joy of being born again later.

"Master Yanzhu and the others are awake! Let the others know!"

The voice of joy seemed to be transmitted from one end of the corridor to the other end, and then those who heard it rushed to tell each other.

After waking up, what he saw was the familiar ceiling. Although there were bursts of pain that could not be ignored, this clear feeling was clearly telling him the fact of survival.

There was a trance for a while, and then consciousness slowly returned.

The people sitting on the hospital bed looked at each other, and then they all saw luck and joy in each other's eyes, and then they looked at each other and smiled.

"Shiya, that's great, we've won!" The flame-like hair was chopped off, barely reaching his shoulders.Purgatory Xingshourou concealed the darkness in his eyes, with a characteristic smile.

He couldn't rush back, but the final outcome couldn't be clearer.In other words, there are still some flukes left...

"Yeah." Undead Chuan nodded, and then his voice was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Woooo—brother!" Qianshourou, who was pawing at the door frame, cried out, and then rushed over.

Xing Shou Lang touched Qian Shou Lang who was standing beside him, not daring to hug him for fear of aggravating his brother's injury, and comforted him skillfully.

Then, Xingjurou looked up and saw Makijurou standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment and then called out: "Father..."

Makijuro was silent for a while, and then said: "Well done, Anjurou....Father is proud of you."

Hearing this, Xing Shoulang smiled, wiped away the tears overflowing from his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Father... I'm back."

"Ah, welcome back Xing Julang."

"Huan, welcome back brother."

"Ugh... I... don't let go... Satoshi, Sato..."

"Yiyong! Go back to me, the wound is very serious, give me a good rest!" The old man wearing a red tengu mask looked helpless and persuaded earnestly.

He also knew the character of this apprentice, so he became more helpless.

Yiyong, who had just woken up, rushed straight to Sato who was in the bed next to him, regardless of his own wound.

But it should be fortunate that the beds of the two are close to each other, and the original arrangement was indeed correct.

Said in a low voice, Satu, don't leave me, the person who doesn't want to leave is already crying, his tone is full of uneasiness and fear.Then the man with flesh-colored hair smiled helplessly, patted his head buried in his neck, and comforted him softly.It's just because of this too "intimate" action, Satu's ears have already turned a faint red.

Lin Taki suddenly felt a little redundant, what the hell was being shown by his two apprentices.

Finally, the old man in the red tengu mask shook his head, went out and closed the door.

"It's really romantic! Lord Snake Zhu actually confessed his love to Lord Lianzhu on the battlefield! So excited."

"Yes! It's very enviable!"

The two people passing by the window were talking in low voices, but because of their excitement, their voices were not low.

And the silver-haired man in the ward snorted coldly: "That fellow Yihei, did you finally say it? But it's really inferior, it's not romantic at all, right..."

In the middle of speaking, Yusui Tianyuan shook his head as he looked at the sad Mingyu who said Amitabha Buddha and wished the happiness of Miss Ganlusi and Mr. Ihei with tears.

He is a man with three wives, what is sour.

...but...that's really disgusting, that boy Iguro!Unexpectedly endured the serious injury and did not lose consciousness, and confessed to Ganlu Temple!Such an astonishing move completely overwhelmed his gorgeous sacrifice to the god of worship!Damn it!

"Zenyi! Let go of Nezuko's hand!"

"Hey! Tanjirou is too much, but he just held it for a while!"

"That's not okay, Nezuko, come here."

"Yes brother."

"Wow, Nezuko! That's too much, I'm a wounded man—" The yellow-haired boy hugged the pillow and cried, seeing Nezuko laughing out loud, and played a rascal even more thoroughly.

Protecting the younger sister behind him, Tanjiro felt a little headache looking at Zenitsu who was cheating, and then looked at Nezuko's interested expression, and resolutely refused: "No!"

Nezuko is so cute!To be guarded by him!

The black-haired boy who carefully opened the door with a tray looked at the person who had sat up, with a little joy.

"Brother Ichiro, you're awake."

Although the black-haired boy is still immature, he has grown a lot in a short period of time.Seeing Xin Zhu skillfully taking care of him, Ichiro suddenly felt guilty.

After... Aunt Masako and the others and... Yu left, he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a brother at all...

Unlike Yu who took good care of and protected Xin Zhu, he didn't even notice the change in Xin Zhu, but only a few words of comfort...

By the time he noticed, the black-haired boy was already more and more like that person.

And...not just Xin Zhu, even Muichiro didn't protect him well.

Looking at the person who turned his back to him and buried his head in the quilt to pretend that he hadn't woken up, Ichiro didn't speak.

"Xin Zhu, you've worked hard, sit down and have a rest."

"It's not hard work, Ichiro brother is the one who just woke up and needs to rest more."

"Well, yes, Xin Zhu will take a rest with brother too."

With a strong physique, the wound healed quickly, and he was able to walk outside with a cane, although it was only for a short while.

"Muichiro, why don't you go out for a walk together?"

The boy leaning on the pillow stared blankly in one direction, his light blue eyes were not focused.

"What's the name of that flower..."

On the table, there is a bouquet of fresh cherry blossoms with water drops on them.

Seeing Muichiro like this, Ichiro shook his head, with a flash of loneliness in his eyes.

It's back to this way...but it's to be expected.

As before, Wuichiro, who closed himself off, refused to contact the outside world, and it became the same as before, or even more serious.

However, because Wuichiro would still respond to his words, Ichiro pondered for a long time, and began to drag his younger brother to talk often, even if he was often so angry that he couldn't help but do it.

"Then I'll go for a walk."

The door was closed, and the footsteps faded away.

The boy sitting in the room did not move for a long time, like a delicate doll, without reaction or emotion.

Then, there was a clear snap.The crystal clear liquid dripped onto the back of the hand placed on the quilt.

The hand that was placed on the quilt was so tight that it turned white.

At the fingertips, you can see a trace of the fabric that has been covered with black stains and cannot be seen clearly.

"Why..." Muichiro murmured in a low voice, "Why can't I get happiness after working so hard..."

Why, so hard, but can't catch it, can't save it.

No one, can answer this question.

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"My children - the battle is over, thank you for your hard work and dedication... You have worked hard all this time."

The gentle voice was still a little trembling, but the face that had faded from the scars had a smile from the heart.Then, he bent down deeply, and brought the family beside him together.

"We are the obstetric family, thank you very much for your contribution!"

"Lord!"

"My lord, don't be like this. It's our honor to be your lord's swordsman!"

"Meeting the lord is the salvation of my life."

"Thank you very much for bringing me back, my lord. We will be your eternal swordsmen!" Sentence after sentence, the usually eloquent person seems to be stuttering. Every sentence is so jerky, but it comes from the heart and is full of sincerity. .It's also been so long, the feelings that have been brewing for a long time.

"Really, thank you very much—"

Complicated emotions are spreading, and the tip of the nose is sour, but it is more covered up by joy.

"And then... the Ghost Killing Squad, today, disbanded."

These words are very heavy, but they seem to have unloaded some burden, and at the same time, they want to laugh from the bottom of their hearts.

"Ghosts have been eradicated with everyone's efforts. This is the result of everyone's efforts."

"Although it's a pity, the significance of the Ghost Slayer Squad has come to a successful conclusion. Therefore, the Ghost Slayer Squad will be disbanded here today."

The sun was shining brightly, blurring his vision.

"Everyone can collect enough belongings like other team members, and then go where they want to go. They can also go to the jobs arranged by Miyashiki."

The gentle voice spoke in a slow tone, which made people feel relaxed.

"But I still hope that everyone will stay in the newly built Butterfly House temporarily, or return to Diewu for inspection on time."

"With the hard work of Shinobu and Kanae and the help of Su..., a method that can suppress the stripes has been found."

"Although...the chances are slim, I still don't want to see the children leave like this..."

"Yes, my lord. We will cooperate."

"Well, don't worry, my lord, you too, take good care of your body."

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"Mr. Yan... Purgatory! My lord arranged for me to deliver this!"

Purgatory Xingshourou stopped in his tracks, then looked at the things in the hands of the former team members, and faded his smile.

"Ah...thank you..." He took it silently, the few things in his hands were extremely heavy.

A haori, a black team uniform, a shredded Japanese sword wrapped in cloth, and the familiar sword on the top...

Something less, as if that person never existed.

Extra heavy, obliterating the final fantasy.

Xing Shoulang evoked a bitter smile: "It's really a liar... You agreed to wait for me to go back..."

With a heavy shoulder, Anjurou didn't even have time to wipe away his tears, he raised his head in a panic and saw Makijurou's expressionless face.

"Father--"

Makijuro was silent for a while, looking at his son's rare and fragile appearance, he sighed.

"Take him back. Let's set up a tomb in the cemetery of the Purgatory family. The child told the lord that he doesn't need to be buried in the cemetery of the Ghost Killing Squad. Burn his things and scatter the ashes in any river." That's fine. But since you've accepted it, take responsibility."

"Father..." Xing Shoulang choked up, his throat was dry.

Makijuro sighed: "Aren't you clear about your feelings for that child? I can see it clearly. The way that child looks at you is very similar to your mother's eyes back then."

"It's a pity that you found out later. Father, I don't care about gender, that child Zhihuo is a good boy."

In the end, Jae Ye couldn't help it anymore, hugging the clothes in his arms with trembling shoulders, Xing Shou Lang cried out.

The father, who couldn't do anything, could only move stiffly and hug the son who was about the same height as him with a little unskilledness.

In my memory, my cheerful son cried the last time when his wife left.

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There are very few relics, and when I think about looking for them, I realize how few are pitiful.Searching through all the places where traces may be left, there are only a few sporadic ones.

A feather weave with a red maple pattern, a knife that can't be broken, and a sword that can be kept as a souvenir.Then there is an old mask full of broken marks.The tassels on the top have turned white and will fall off as soon as they are pulled.

Except for the sword and the old mask, everything else was buried in the soil, but it was still pitifully small...

The traces of his existence, except for the memory, are faint and fuzzy.

But memories fade...and are forgotten...

Seeing Muichiro who was standing under the tree without moving for a long time and lost his mind, Ichiro walked over and said something softly.

"Go home, Muichiro."

--【Finish】