non-human secret history

I silently looked at the red-haired swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad, and he also looked at me quietly. He held the handle of the knife with one hand, and the dark red feathers that matched the red hair were blowing lightly in the night wind. Swaying slightly.

——It’s a very strange appearance.The small sleeves and long hakama he was wearing really didn't look like the current style, and the patterns on the clothes were even too primitive.

Perhaps because I believed that everything in front of me was a dream, when I faced a swordsman from the Demon Slayer Squad who might draw his sword at me at any time, my first reaction was to find fault with his clothes.

I stared at this man for a long time. I thought he would draw out his saber to attack me like all the members of the Ghost Slayer Squad I met before, but he didn't.

In line with the moonlight leaking from the forest, he spoke softly, and his voice was extraordinarily soft.

"Why are you crying?"

"……what?"

The sudden question caught me off guard more than the blade slashing from any direction, because I can analyze the next countermeasures based on the opponent's sword move, but I don't know how to answer such a simple question like his.

Why are you crying?

I don't know why I'm crying, I don't even know I'm crying.

what happened?But what happened?

At that moment, I can't even remember it clearly.

Tong Mo invited me to the theater to watch a play, and then I met Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi, and then what?

Why am I here?And here... what is it?

I don't know if it's because I haven't seen my response for a long time, and the other party finally felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, or he didn't intend to wait for my answer from the beginning. In short, after a while, he spoke again, but this time he said in a very firm tone:

"You are a ghost."

I nodded.

Although it may cause trouble for himself, such a thing does not need to be denied and there is no way to deny it.

"It turns out that ghosts can cry too." The man said this as if sighing.

Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand to wipe the corners of my eyes.The wet and cool touch told me that what the man said was true, and I was indeed crying.

"It's really strange. It's obviously a ghost, but I can't feel the breath of killing on your body." He added: "All I can feel is sadness."

"Are you feeling sad?"

"I don't feel sad." After calming down, I opened my mouth and finally uttered a complete sentence: "I will not do anything to hurt others."

"It's really strange." He raised his eyes and focused them on me—but for some reason, even if they were focused, even his eyes were hot enough, but I still read an inexplicable feeling from those eyes. the void.

As if thinking about something.

"I shouldn't have believed that."

"I've always thought that ghosts are the ones who wantonly deprive others of their happiness, but when I saw you, I felt something was different."

"It's as if you're not the one who's been taken away, but... the one who's been taken away."

The endless words made me a little confused, but at least I could feel that when he said this, there was an inexplicable sadness in the air.

It seems to have formed a subtle resonance with some emotion in my heart.

But I don't understand.

"What are you talking about deprivation, but happiness... what is this kind of thing?"

The man's breath stagnated for a moment, and then the sadness in the air also became a little sour.

"For me at least, it's good enough to have a small room, live with a loving family, be able to see it with your eyes open, and touch it with your hand..."

There seemed to be a little light in his eyes at last.

"Isn't it too extravagant?" I don't know why I have this urge, it's just that it seems to come from my instinct.

The chaos in my mind prevents me from thinking and analyzing the current situation in a more orderly manner, just listening to him say such things lightly, I just want to refute him——

"I said 'this is enough', but such a thing is simply something that many people dare not even think about."

"Because of the fate on my shoulders, I can't get along with the person I like. It's a bit of a waste to gain a little tenderness in a short period of time. I clearly agreed to see you again, but when we saw each other, I suddenly realized that I was not at all. A dispensable one—”

"—If happiness is as far away as you said, then is it true that people like me are not qualified to be happy?"

When I said these words, even I felt a little surprised.

Such thoughts seem to have never appeared in my mind, and they seem to have been rooted in my mind from the very beginning, but I have never paid attention to them. Until now, they seem to suddenly encounter spring flowers. It was naturally announced by me.

The air gradually fell into silence, and the man's eyes seemed to be stained with more colors.

With nostalgia, it seems that there is also sympathy.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man from the Ghost Killing Squad finally took his hand away from the knife.He walked up to me slowly, and lightly stopped my shoulder with a slightly cautious movement.

When those warm and wide palms fell on my back, I thought, this swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad is really a very gentle person.

"No one is ineligible for happiness."

"So don't cry."

I knew his hug meant nothing more, he just wanted to comfort me.Because when I uttered the unclear words, my vision seemed to start to blur again.

Just for a moment.

I probably also long for that kind of warmth, longing for the "happiness within reach" that the swordsman of the Ghost Killing Squad said, and he is giving me the "right to happiness" with such simple actions, even if his happiness Has been ruthlessly stripped away over the years.

And when this swordsman wrapped me with his own warmth, I seemed to suddenly understand one thing.

——If it wasn't for that man, it probably wouldn't work. If the warmth I longed for didn't come from that man lingering in my mind, it probably wouldn't work.

I finally had to admit that I was not really greedy for human warmth, because when that swordsman embraced me with a warmer warmth than the sickly young boy, what appeared in my mind was the theater order. Dazzling lights - I can't tell whether it is a dream or reality, but when I think back to that scene, I suddenly realize that even though the temperature on his body that fascinated me no longer exists, his hug can still Makes me feel throbbing.

It's because I like him, that's why I feel sad when I see other people around him.

"Maybe becoming a ghost is not your original intention, and being deprived of happiness by such an identity is not your choice." Taking a half step back, the ghost killer looked at me with a little firmness in his eyes: "This way It seems that happiness is destroyed by the existence of ghosts, even for you as a ghost, isn't it the same?"

He might be right in saying that.Being born in a ghost historian is not something I can choose. Because of my identity, I am hated by Hua Ji, because of the mission on my shoulders, I have an inescapable fate, and there are people I like but can't be together anyway.

Of course, this kind of thing is not from my original intention, but I will not resent my origin because of it-I was once proud of my pure blood.

"Do you know where that man is?" the person in front of him suddenly asked.

This is probably what he wants to know most from me. He is a member of the ghost killing team, and his mission is to kill evil spirits.Although he didn't face me as a ghost, he still didn't forget his purpose——

"The guy who will make more people fall into misfortune, the legendary ancestor of ghosts."

People who make people fall into misfortune...?

Maybe there is nothing wrong with saying this, because I used to believe that his existence caused me to fall into such misfortune, but in fact, the real source of misfortune for me was even earlier than his existence—and if If I had not met him, perhaps I would not have realized what misfortune is.

is destiny.

The real misfortune should probably be attributed to the good fortune of fate, and that hated guy is just a part of fate.

Because he is an enemy that can be seen, he should be hated and eliminated.At least that's what Ghost Slayer thinks.

I don't know what kind of expression I had on my face when I heard him mention that man. In fact, I was not surprised by such words, because ghosts and ghost killing teams are opposites. Of course.

But my expression is probably still a little stagnant.

In the air filled with sadness, I felt the determination of the red-haired young Demon Slayer Squad swordsman.

He wants to find that man, wants to defeat that man, and then completely eradicate ghosts, which are believed to bring misfortune to people, from this world.

He wants to use the sun wheel knife in his hand to redeem this world that has been poisoned by ghosts, which is also his own salvation.

Maybe it's for me too.

But his enemy is Mumai Tsuji, and in the face of fate, he is just a pawn.I don't think he can really save the world from misfortune. No one can do such a thing. He may save some people, but no matter how you look at it, the sentence he said "No one has not obtained happiness qualifications" are outright lies.

The person who once gave me short-term happiness, the person I still have unspeakable expectations to this day, the person I love and hate, but I still want to meet again, as long as he is still alive, There will be more people in this world who will become unlucky.

So he should die, he must die.And I have no position to prevent this from happening.

If the happiness of both parties cannot coexist, then one party is destined to fall into the abyss of misfortune.

This is probably an insurmountable "curse" that exists in this world.