How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

nine years ago.

The supernatural war that broke out worldwide has entered the most intense moment of firefighting.

However, the country still encourages the people to join the army and dedicate their blood and lives to the motherland.

The idea of ​​martyrdom spread to every household, and under the baptism of the ideological frenzy, countless people embarked on the road of joining the army, which is very likely to never return.

The blood and fire on the battlefield did select a group of brave and fearless fighters, but more of them still died in other places.

Despite such a tragic ending, it still can't stop the people's desire to go to the battlefield and fight to the death for the country.

Kyoto, a traditional Japanese house.

At the beginning of April, it is the time when the cherry blossoms are blooming the most brilliantly. The hustle and bustle of war has not burned here, and peace and tranquility are still the main theme.

In the courtyard, there is endless vitality on the quiet and beautiful path covered with flowers and plants.

A fluffy three-coloured cat emerged from the grass, its round and cute.

Its size is not too big, and it can be seen that it is still young. The color patches on its body are evenly distributed, and it is soft and fleshy.

The big round eyes blinked and stared at the little master who was walking towards it.

The little girl in a light-colored children's kimono combed her hair delicately, and her soft and white hands were covered by slightly wide sleeves. She approached the three-colored cat in the grass lightly, and finally squatted down, gray-blue Big red eyes with a soft smile.

She stretched out a finger and tapped the Sanhua cat's head lightly, the soft touch from her fingertips made her unable to resist reaching out and hugging the Sanhua cat from the grass.

The Sanhua cat didn't struggle, and obediently let the little master hug it. The pink and tender paws opened and closed, and the whole cat shrank in the embrace, flicking its tail.

"Meow~"

The soft cry made Fuxin Yano more soft-hearted, holding the three-colored cat that he had raised since he was a child, stepping on wooden clogs and gently trying to go around the house from behind.

My father is talking with an important guest and cannot be disturbed. If Xiao Mian hadn't run out, she wouldn't have detoured here through the main house.

Just as she was about to make a detour, she gradually heard the voice of her father talking to another gentleman.

Fengxin Yaye blinked his eyes, and looked at Xiaomian in his arms.

It can't be discovered by my father. If I discover it, the gentlemen who teach the class will probably teach more things.

Then, she took off her wooden clogs and held Xiao Mian in one hand, and walked lightly into a half-open compartment.She hid in a small hidden corner, slowly sat down on the ground, comforted Xiao Mian with her small hands, and planned to wait for her father and the others to pass by before leaving.

The conversation over there also became clearer as the distance approached.

Mr. Fengxin is not a traditional person. Although he has received traditional education, he still likes Western learning, and the rules at home have never been too restrictive.

He is tall and straight, with a dark gray feather woven on his body, and his face is calm and solemn.

The guest who was chatting with him was wearing a military uniform. He was obviously in the same age group as Mr. Fengxin, but his capable and refreshing demeanor made him look a little younger, but it still did not conceal his stability and determination as a soldier.

Fuxin Yano hid in the cubicle. He didn't intend to eavesdrop on the conversation between his father and the guest, but it seemed that the conversation involved... her?

"...The situation on the battlefield is fairly stable, but if there is a battle at sea, it seems a bit disadvantageous to open another front."

The guest in military uniform continued: "I know that you and your wife have plans to go to the battlefield, and you are all people with supernatural powers, but you have to worry about the whole family."

He means that even if he abandons various industries, Fengxin still needs to consider his children.

The battlefield is ruthless, once something unexpected happens, how can a ten-year-old girl bear the pain of losing her parents.

Mr. Fengxin did not refute, he paused for a while, as if he had thought about something.

Finally, he shook his head.

"I know that the coalition forces have assembled, and the confrontation on the sea battlefield is inevitable. Although the layout of other fronts does not seem to be serious, we all know that the army will soon be stretched."

His voice was calm and serious.

"My wife and I must go. The flames of war must not reach the Sea of ​​Japan."

After hearing these words, the guest stared at Mr. Fengxin for a long time and then laughed: "Don't quibble, you are clearly keen on war, and you are talking about high-sounding big words."

He let out a sneer.

"You and your wife are not good people. It's really unlucky to be your daughter. Does she know that you will be sent to the battlefield by your own hands in the near future?"

"Mr. Major?"

Faced with such accusations, Mr. Feng Xin did not speak.

This is a fact that cannot be disproved.

It's cruel enough as a parent to do this, but apart from that, for this country, the victory rate of the naval battlefield will be a little higher.

To some extent, Yano's supernatural ability can even affect the entire sea layout.

The choice between country and family has never been a problem for Mr. Fengxin.

If there is no war, he will be a qualified father, teaching his daughter to grow and learn, and blocking all the storms of the outside world for her...

But unfortunately not if.

The war has come, and this game of betting on the fate of the country cannot bear the price of losing.

Any weight that can increase the winning rate should do its best to tilt the weight of the scale.

Even if the sacrifice is a little bit silent at times.

"You know, her ability is irreplaceable."

Mr. Fengxin's voice is steady, as if explaining a fact.

"With her joining the sea battlefield, there is no need to dispatch more troops from other places. This is the most perfect solution."

After the guest heard this, his expression darkened slightly but he did not refute.

Yes, that rare and precious ability, no matter what, if it is wasted, it is indeed... a pity.

He acquiesced and followed his inner thoughts.

Mr. Fengxin put one hand behind his back and led him through the corridor.

The sound gradually moved from near to far, but some could still be heard.

"Then please take care of me, little girl."

"...Mishima-kun."

When they were far away, Fengxin Yaye in the compartment exhaled slowly.

Her gray-blue eyes were dazed, not knowing how to react to her father sending her into battle.

Shocked, puzzled, wronged and all kinds of emotions were there, causing the mess in the mind, and the delicate eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

Because of the supernatural ability, does Father think that only by going to the battlefield can he make good use of this ability?

Her hand on Xiao Mian's body didn't move, and she looked a little dazed.

Xiao Mian, who seemed to notice the abnormality of the little master, turned her head and licked her little hand. The hot and humid touch made Fengxin Yaye regain a little consciousness.

She looked at Xiao Mian in her arms, and couldn't help showing an aggrieved expression.

Although her father had taught some content about national wars, and she could also feel his father's slightly persistent attitude towards wars, she never thought that her father would send herself to the battlefield.

...Judging from the meaning of those words just now, does your mother also agree?

That would be even more embarrassing.

Fengxin Yaye feels that such parents are very strange, and they are not at all like the parents in her impression who will give her care when she needs it, although they have never revealed it too much.

He obviously likes Yano so much...

Her eyes were slightly red, but she didn't hold any tears.

Don't cry over such things.

If it is her responsibility to inherit the surname Fengxin, then there is really no reason to escape.

Just a little sad.

Fuxin Yano bit his lip and said nothing.

Xiao Mian gently arched her fingertips with her head, and her soft cry seemed to comfort her so that she would not be sad.The round and round body plunged into her arms and rubbed vigorously.

She hugged Xiao Mian and buried her head in her fluffy fur.

...Actually, I'm not very unhappy.

After a while, Fuxin Yano calmed down, tidied up his clothes, put on his wooden clogs again, and went back to his own house after a detour.

Crying or something, the education she received since she was a child made her have no such thoughts at all.

Although I feel wronged, if I cry because of this kind of thing, it's... a bit shameful.

She put Xiaomian on the cushion, her gray-blue eyes met the cat's gaze, and Xiaomian's soft and fluffy tail quietly hooked her hand.

"... I don't know if my lord father will allow me to take you there."

Fengxin Yaye gently rubbed Xiaomian's head, muttering softly.

If she really wants to go to the battlefield, she should be arranged in the rear due to her supernatural ability, which means that she may be able to bring Xiao Mian there.

However, she hesitated a little.

Bring Xiao Mian to the battlefield, in case he is accidentally injured and misses the 24-hour time limit for supernatural powers, it is better to keep him at home...

Two opposing thoughts fought in her mind, but in the end it was the latter that prevailed.

Compared with staying in the logistics office behind the battlefield, the environment at home is more suitable for Xiao Mian.

Although it's still sad...

Fengxin Yaye knelt on the soft cushion, pulled up Xiaomian's soft paws and squeezed gently, Xiaomian curled up into a ball and wanted to put her whole body into her hands.

She lowered her eyes, and her gray-blue eyes were stained with an inexplicable color.

Father said he and mother would go to war to keep the enemy out of the sea of ​​Japan...

Why did you choose to do this?

Presumably it is not for the idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, right?

It's more like loving war for the sake of war. The so-called blocking is just another kind of plunder. The battlefield that has swallowed countless lives is just a place of fanaticism for some people.

Fengxin Yaye bit the corner of his lips, forcing himself not to continue thinking about it, and he shouldn't arrange his parents like this.

Hope she got it wrong.

She doesn't question her father and mother's love for her, but this love seems to be nothing in the face of war...

No, it doesn't have to be a war, maybe some kind of interest hidden behind the war?authority?

Or is it those ideals and pursuits that are too heavy to breathe?

After a long silence, Fuxin Yano withdrew his hand from the cat, and looked at Xiao Mian's sleepy eyes in a daze.

I can't think about it anymore, just think that my father just wants to contribute to the country.

Everything else is just her imagination.

Having said that, since the military officer has come to visit her father, it won't be too long before she goes to the battlefield.

Fushin Yano's thoughts were wandering, but he still awkwardly decided to go to his mother to act like a spoiled child.

Even if the mother is in favor of letting her go to the battlefield, she can also ask her to coax herself.

After thinking about it for a while, she settled Xiao Mian who had fallen asleep, closed the doors and windows and walked to her mother's living room.

Mrs. Fengxin's living room is elegantly decorated, with exquisite but not complicated patterns adorning the elegant room, and the rising incense is placed in the ventilated place.

She was wearing a gorgeous kimono made of Nishijin weaving, her black hair was tied up in a bun, two or three strands of long hair hung down her waist, her fair and beautiful face had an ancient rhythm, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised. The red make-up looks quite graceful and soft, with every frown and smile like an official lady in the old Heian capital.

In fact, Mrs. Fengxin was indeed from an old noble family.

Fushin Yano hesitated for a while, but decided to ignore the etiquette and other rules for the time being, she leaned in front of her mother without speaking, but leaned directly into her mother's arms.

She spoke sullenly.

"I overheard the conversation between my father and the guest."

Mrs. Feng Xin was startled, but there was an amazing faint smile on her soft face.

She raised her hand and gently touched Fuxin Yano's head, she didn't feel guilty and didn't immediately comfort her daughter, but calmly and calmly waited for the child in her arms to calm down.

The smoky blue eyes were smudged with a thrilling beauty.

Fuxin Yano, who had nestled in her mother's arms for a while, let go of her hand slightly awkwardly, and she changed her position, leaning on her mother's arm.

Mrs. Fengxin's light tone came to her ears gently.

"Yano, compared to the responsibility of the so-called heir, you can completely think that me and your father forced you to go."

Hearing this, Fuxin Yano glanced at her head, not wanting her mother to see what she was thinking.

What, did you admit it without even refuting it?

She was silent for a moment, avoiding the subject.

"...Then why are you going?"

Father has a military rank, so it is completely understandable to go to the battlefield, but even though mother has offensive abilities, she is a former noble lady after all, why should she go?

Mrs. Fengxin smiled unabated, nodded her head lightly, and did not answer her directly.

Her voice was empty but with a hint of certainty.

"Just for some forgotten belief."

-

At first, Fengxin Yaye didn't know what the so-called belief meant, and later she didn't want to know.

It was three months later when she received the news of the death of her father and mother.

Three months was enough for her to understand the scorching flames of war and the fragility of life.

Mr. Mishima took her to an unknown sea island, where there was an unfinished military base.

In the previous month, some seriously injured officers were sent here one after another, and after being cured, they went to the battlefield again.

However, these people have come in horizontally and gone out vertically over and over again.

They have become acquainted with Fengxin Yaye, at least she can easily report their names.

Even though they have experienced many times of dying, their heart to fight to the end is still burning. They are not afraid of knives and swords, and they have crossed blood and fire.

The idea of ​​dying for the country with jade pieces almost occupied all their thoughts.

Fengxin Yaye can't change anything, and doesn't need to help them change anything, but occasionally wonders how many people will accept this kind of thinking.

Probably... a lot.

The living standard here is naturally not as good as at home, but it's not bad, and she doesn't pick these things.

Under normal circumstances, only 20 people need her treatment a day, and they are all high-ranking officers.

Until they sent the body of a person with different abilities.

The body was burned like coke, and the distorted appearance made people wonder whether the other party was burned alive while conscious.

The time of death was exactly within 24 hours.

Mr. Mishima screened everyone away and let Fushin Yano try to revive the superhuman.

It is known that the time limit of "returning to zero" is 24 hours, which refers to returning the state of things to 24 hours ago.

Everything is within the area of ​​effect, but the effect of the power cannot be used on the same individual for more than 24 hours.

For example, if "return to zero" is applied to a person who is about to die, his physical state will return to a day ago.

If he can use it infinitely at a fixed time point, then he may never be able to breathe his last breath.

It's just a pity that this approach doesn't work.

"Return to Zero" can indeed be used repeatedly on the same individual, but the time limit and duration of use greatly limit the scope of application.

This ability can be used uninterruptedly within 24 hours, but after that, the time when it returns to its state is not yesterday, but today.

So, what a pity.

But this is also good, this ability is attractive enough, more restrictions can also slightly reduce the attractiveness of this ability.

Yukio Mishima looked at Fushin Yano's expressionless face, and felt that at least he could provide her with shelter in the army, and those hands that were stretched too far would be cut off by him.

A silvery-white light flashed for a moment, covering the charred corpse.

After the light dissipated, the recovering supernatural power user slowly and blankly opened his eyes.

The newborn has arrived.

Yukio Mishima at the side sincerely admired this god-given ability, and he brought a basin of clear water to Fushin Yano to let her wash her little hands.

After washing her hands, she ignored the revived superhuman and Mr. Mishima who was talking to him.

Such days are not ordinary, but there are not too many waves.

Occasionally, I would receive letters from my father and mother, saying that they had gone on an expedition with the army and there was nothing to worry about.

Those wounded patients who were sent back would also choose to bring her some souvenirs, and among the pile of uninteresting things, there would be one or two books that could be read.

Then, the military base on the island was officially completed.

A troop is stationed in.

The commander of the troop is...a quite speechless uncle.

"Big, uncle?"

Fukuchi Sakurachi, who was dissed by the girl about her age and appearance, was not in a good mood. The two dull hairs on her forehead drooped, and she couldn't believe that she had reached the age of being called an uncle.

Fuxin Yano listened to Fukuchi Sakurachi who suddenly appeared in front of him, his face was slightly hesitant to speak, is it difficult to understand that a person in his 30s is called an uncle?

Besides, she was so sloppy and smelled of alcohol, it was a shame she didn't turn around and leave.

Yukio Mishima patted the top of her head with a smile, satisfied with her address.

"This is the commander of the special operations unit of the National Defense Forces, Fukuji Sakurachi, and my comrade in arms. Of course, it's okay if you call him uncle, he won't mind at this age."

After speaking, Mishima couldn't help laughing himself.

Fukuchi Sakura glanced at him dejectedly, and retorted righteously: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm only 30 years old! You can call me Genichiro!"

Not to be outdone, Yukio Mishima exposed Fukuchi Sakura's black information, and popularized to Fushin Yano how unreliable this person is.

After all, they were comrades who had fought side by side, and Mishima's black history, Fukuchi Sakurachi, was not without it. He trembled and swished out several pieces.

Feng Xinyano, who is caught between two adults exposing scandals to each other: ...

As soon as she turned on her little leather boots, she turned around and left, not caring about the two people who had already quarreled.

-

The not difficult days ended when Mr. Mishima brought the news of his parents' sacrifice.

"Unfortunately, that army was completely wiped out in the Eastern European battlefield."

Yukio Mishima stretched out his hand to comfort Fushin Yano who was silent, and he continued.

"Although the military helicopter seconded immediately intended to bring their remains here, the helicopter was bombed, exploded at high altitude, and the remains were torn apart. The troops who went there later found only some charred bones."

He took off his military cap and hugged Fuxin Yaye into his arms.

"I am really sorry."

Fushin Yano silently clenched the uniform on his chest, without saying a word, in an inconceivably quiet way.

Her gray-blue eyes were clouded.

……fraud.

They are all liars.

-

There is a tall watchtower in the built military base, because the equipment inside has not been fully completed, so it is still not in use.

Fuxin Yano escaped the patrolling soldiers and climbed to the top of the watchtower.

Her gaze followed the dark night sky to the dark abyss-like sea in the distance, and the sound of waves beating against the rocks on the shore was one after another, turbulent and violent.

...in fact, it was not unexpected.

The changes in the battle situation are unpredictable, and there is only a thin line between life and death.

However, even if the rationality can accept it, the emotion is still hard to give up.

So...why is something like war worth so many people pursuing even at the expense of their lives?

She lowered her eyes, her slightly long hair hanging down to cover the emotions on her face.

"...That's because only when you step into the battlefield will you feel that you are still alive."

Fukuchi Sakurachi's voice came from behind, he put a lamp on the table on the top of the watchtower, and then found a seat and sat down.

Fengxin Yaye was not surprised that someone followed her, it would be strange that she, as the object of protection, had no one to protect her.

She didn't answer, but quietly turned her face to look at Fukuji Sakurachi.

Fukuchi Sakurachi relaxed, clasped his fists with both hands to support his chin, and continued what he just said: "The kindness released by the country and order created a battlefield of unprecedented scale. Corpses piled up on top of each other to form a mountain. Some people died, some fled... and some Aim the sharp knife at yourself."

His voice was low, as if he was talking about his experience.

"After that, I knew—war is purgatory, tempting people to sacrifice like a devil."

Outside, the sea breeze whimpered.

Fuxin Yano's voice was very soft, as weak as a candle flickering in the cold wind.

"...So you mean that the source of all evil is the state and order?"

Her eyes were dark, like a dark, moonless night sky for a moment.

Hearing her words, Fukuchi Sakurachi laughed instead, he shook his head but then nodded at the end, obviously even he himself is not very clear about his thoughts now.

He whispered: "It's not very accurate, but it can't be refuted."

In an instant, the aura emanating from his body made Fengxin Yano a little silent and puzzled, it was a feeling that he still chose to draw his sword and fight to the death almost in a situation of isolation and helplessness.

why?

Forget it, don't really want to know.

Fuxin Yano was about to turn around and leave the watchtower, but was stopped by Fukuchi Sakurachi.

Before she could turn around, she felt a hand press the cap on her head.

Fukuji Sakurachi who got up from the bench at some point took out a string of beige braided bracelets, and stuffed them into her hands under Fuxin Yano's still slightly confused eyes.

It was a bracelet without too many decorations, only woven with off-white threads. The only decoration was probably the light pink cherry blossoms on the tail of the bracelet, but it was obviously dehydrated.

The overall appearance is okay, but it is not as delicate as the ones sold on the market.

Looking at the bracelet in the palm of his hand, Fuxin Yano blinked, and glanced at the tall and tall Fukuji Sakurachi beside him.

Fukuchi Sakurachi immediately showed his big white teeth, but as if he had thought of something, he suppressed his overly bright smile, and patted Fushin Yano on the head through the military cap.

Fengxin Yaye gently held the bracelet, pursed the corners of his lips, and said thank you in a low voice.

The voice was very low, but not so small that Fukuji Sakurachi couldn't hear it clearly.

He froze for a while, then pretended to be deaf and dumb and said that he didn't hear it just now, and asked Fengxin Yano to say it again.

Fushin Yano squinted his eyes, seeing through his acting skills.

She speaks clearly.

"I said just now that your hat reeks of wine."

As he spoke, he took off the military cap from his head, stuffed it into Fukuchi Sakurachi's hands, and left with a clatter of little leather boots.

Fukuchi Sakura froze in place, asked about the smell on the hat, and muttered, "What is it? It's obviously the smell of wine."

He put the military cap back on his head, watching Fushin Yano who had already gone away hurriedly followed.

He was thinking in his heart, it seems that Sakura still likes bracelets, it is worthwhile that he dismantled the parachute cord and made it thin.

The name Little Sakura sounds a little shameful.

But Fukuchi Sakurachi just didn't change her words, even if she was stung by Fengxin Yano, she still called her that.

Probably only when he was really angry and called him Fukuji Genichiro by name and surname would he not hear this weird title.

"The name Little Sakura is obviously very nice!"

Fukuchi Sakura is stubborn and thinks this name is both cute and nice.

Fengxin Yaye took the wine jar from his hand with a calm and flat expression: "Alcohol is prohibited in the military."

All of a sudden, Fukuchi Sakura, who was a little drunk, woke up. He wanted to snatch it back but didn't dare to do it. He had to temporarily change his mouth and call her by her name, and then got back his beloved wine.

Yukio Mishima let them make such a fuss, looking at them as if he was looking at an ignorant adult Alaska and a young but quite reliable long-haired silver gradient.

He shook his head and buried himself in writing the paperwork to report to his superiors.

-

The flames of war are burning more and more fiercely. In just four or five months, the expeditionary force has changed from the previous overwhelming offensive to fighting and retreating.

This sea military base also finally came in handy.

The number of wounded that Fengxin Yano will take over has also increased from the original daily average of [-] to [-] to nearly [-].

However, this amount was only reduced in consideration of her body's incapacity to use supernatural powers too frequently.

"It's not just these people who need to be rescued, right?"

Fuxin Yano glanced at Yukio Mishima and Sakurachi Fukuchi who had just left the battlefield, and healed their small wounds.

She cleaned up her tools, her tone of voice could not hear any emotion.

"100 people have not reached the upper limit of my ability, so why are only these people sent here? It may not be because I am worried that my ability is overloaded."

These words made Yukio Mishima a little silent, he closed his eyes in pain without saying a word, put on his military cap, touched Fushin Yano's head, and left.

Fushin Yano silently watched Mr. Mishima leave, and turned his attention to Fukuji Sakurachi who was sitting silently by the side.

"Everyone else is a chosen victim."

They are all outcasts.

His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were gloomy with helpless calm.

"...Including this army."

Fuxin Yano paused the movement of his hands, blinked his eyes, and there was a trace of dumbness in his slightly cold pupils.

Some couldn't believe Fukuchi Sakurachi's words.

There are nearly 8000 troops in this base, all of them abandoned?

Her hands clenched slowly, but loosened after a moment.

"War needs human life to bury."

Fukuchi Sakurachi got up and left after leaving this sentence. The changes in the battle situation did not allow him to rest for too long.

In the shadows, the faint light in Fuxin Yano's eyes flickered on and off.

A few days later, the guillotine called Sacrifice finally came down.

The bloody setting sun outlined a hellish scene.

There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piles of severed limbs, and the atmosphere is almost suffocating.

-

The base was covered by fire, and countless broken stones were piled up to block the original road.

Amidst the terrified flames lay many soldiers who were killed before they could react, and their severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

"...Is the whole army wiped out?"

No, there are still a few people alive, but all of them are seriously injured.

However, it cannot be rescued.

Fushin Yano was protected by Yukio Mishima, and Mishima fought hard to kill the influx of enemy troops. The powerful force forcibly forced back the enemies who had already attacked the base.

She silently looked at a fallen soldier beside her.

The soldier had just died, and a touch would bring him back to life.

When the instructions she received and her inner wishes went against each other, she bit her lip, and put her still outstretched hand on the soldier's body.

Yukio Mishima, who had just dealt with the enemy over there, looked at her and did not stop her.

At the moment before the supernatural ability took effect, Fushin Yano raised his eyes to see Mishima's current appearance.

The military uniform on his body was stained with black and red blood, and his eyes stared at her silently and wordlessly, like a straight spear striking out regardless of the risk of breaking the halberd.

The pale yellow afterglow of the sun slowly brought an end to the tragic death on the battlefield, leaving an infinite desolation.

Time seems to freeze.

On the second day after the base was bombed, new instructions were issued from above.

——Yukio Mishima was suspended.

Fuxin Yano looked at Mr. Mishima who was being confined through the iron gate like a fence.

Mr. Mishima smiled at her and signaled her to take care of himself with his eyes.

She is going to be transferred to another place.

The people over there asked her to arrive within 3 hours to recover a bombed base carrier "Swallow Knight".

It's better to just repair the aircraft carrier than to face dead or injured people all day long.

Until Yukio Mishima sent a letter.

"... Human life itself is an incurable disease, like a dry sea of ​​lies, and the appearance of abundance in front of you is nothing but complete nothingness."

"I finally understand the essence of 'loss', all the steps to explore the road of transcendence have become decadent after being destroyed..."

"After that, I didn't hear any sound, and it was lonely. There was nothing in the garden. I thought, I came to a place where I have neither memory nor anything else. The courtyard is bathed in endless summer sunshine, and there is no sound..."

——Mishima, Yours sincerely.

Fengxin Yano shook his mind, but chose to go to Fukuchi Sakurachi.

After all, Mr. Mishima... his situation does not seem to be ideal.

Like a reindeer who has lost his footing on an ideal highland, the antlers on his head are so fragile that they could snap off.

Because she couldn't leave the battlefield without a transfer order, she found Fukuchi Sakurachi and asked him to allow her to go to Mr. Mishima's temporary residence.

It's just that before this request was said, Fuxin Yano saw an open letter on Fukuchi Sakurachi's desktop.

Fukuchi Sakura opened her mouth without saying anything, and motioned Feng Xin to read the letter.

In that letter, Mr. Mishima described his recent situation in more detail, even including the thoughts of rebellion against the country and order emerging in his heart.

He practiced this idea, but failed.

However, the illusion of reality finally made him choose another path of resistance.

He asked Fukuji Sakurachi to be his intermediary.

wrong person.

Seeing these three words, Fengxin Yaye was startled, his fingertips felt slightly cold, but he didn't know what to say.

To comfort and persuade Mr. Mishima?

I'm afraid not, she knows that Mr. Mishima has always been obsessed with "success or success".

Even though she didn't quite understand the meaning of such an act of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, it didn't prevent her from realizing that Mr. Mishima's death was decided.

Fushin Yano silently put down the letter in his hand, and left quietly alone.

Later, Tokyo, Kyoto, Kobe and other places were all bombed.

The house in Kyoto was also dilapidated, and the three-flowered cat Xiao Mian, who she left at home and looked after by the maid, was nowhere to be found.

Because he didn't find it, Fuxin Yano imagined that Xiao Mian was not dead, but was wandering somewhere.

One year has passed, and the cherry blossoms in Kyoto should be more mournful than last year.

-

The defeat of the sea battlefield forced the country to recruit more people to fill the hole, and the proportion of people with supernatural abilities has greatly increased compared to before.

All countries have also realized the trickiness of doing so, with insufficient manpower and limited force.

Thus, the Everdark Isle appeared.

This island that suddenly appeared in the Pacific Ocean had only night.Under the influence of the aurora at night, the island cannot use electronic machines.

So this island is a war with cold weapons.

Fengxin Yaye was not dispatched there, or in other words, she was temporarily guarded by the army.

This is due to the care of Mr. Mishima, who asked his friends in the army to help look after her and give her a chance to soothe her mood.

Fukuji Sakurachi accepted the infiltration mission, but there was no news for a while.

Time passed slowly like this, following the wheels of the war.

The final result is naturally as expected.

Japan was defeated.

This war that bet on the fate of the country has been completely lost. The regime has changed, the people are in dire straits, and the country has been unable to take care of itself.

So even though Fengxin Yano's supernatural ability is very attractive, it was still placed and dealt with.

She was imprisoned.

Still, it's not bad to be alone.

During the period, Fukuji Sakurachi, who had completed the infiltration mission, came to visit her and invited Fengxin to his team.

That was a proposal after consultation with the military department to form a super special combat force.

Fukuchi Sakurachi is the captain, and the others are eligible to join the team only after participating in the selection of the military department.

Now, Fukuji Sakurachi sent her an invitation.

This means that, as long as she agrees, she can at least escape the life of imprisonment.

Fushin Yano glanced at the military uniform on him and didn't answer, but shook his head slowly.

...Did Mr. Fudi still choose lawful neutrality?

However, she didn't want to choose this way.

She lowered her gaze and said nothing.

Seeing her refusal, Fukuji Sakurachi didn't force it, but sighed and untied it from her waist.