Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

On the street at dawn, in Utsunomiya Castle, which has been devastated by the wars that have been going on for days, against the desolate sky at sunrise in the early morning, two figures are fighting fiercely.

Seriously looking over, one side is a young man with Shinsengumi armbands on his sleeves, handsome to the point of being indistinguishable between male and female, with nimble skills that hardly match his handsome appearance; It is a young man with ferocious short horns and bone spurs, but his facial features still retain the sense of elegance from before. It is unclear whether he is a ghost or an inhuman monster.

The young man's swordsmanship is extremely fierce, every time he strikes the sword, it is like the last blow of his life. He risked his life and tried his best, as if he was going to burn his life, he condensed the sense of sharpness to the extreme, and attached it to the blade. up, stabbing at his opponent.

However, in contrast to him, the boy with the Shinsengumi armband pinned to his sleeve, his figure and swordsmanship are brisk and quick - he moves faster, and his response speed and moves are also dazzling; and the facial features Compared with the handsome young man with a sad expression like a ghost, the young man who looks like a newly selected team member seems to be not as good at swordsmanship as the other party to the extreme, but he skillfully uses his own speed advantage to take advantage of this kind of swordsmanship Subtle disadvantages concealed the past, the body was light, and it would go away as soon as it was touched, but it attacked again in an instant. For a while, the two of them showed an evenly matched posture, and it was hard to tell the winner.

Standing aside with an anxious expression on his face, he was hesitating with his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, not knowing whether he should draw the knife, or which side he should help the young man in black after pulling out the knife, his eyes were on The two people in the fierce battle jumped back and forth several times, as if they couldn't understand why things had developed like this, and how they should react properly; so he gritted his teeth hard, his eye sockets turned red, and stared. The eyes of those two people seem to be sad and puzzled.

He seemed to be in a dilemma for a while, and finally seemed to have made up his mind, and drew out the knife with a bang.

The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the rising sun.The five fingers of his right hand held the handle of the knife, relaxing it for a while, clenching it convulsively for a while; finally, he gritted his teeth, as if he was about to charge forward with the knife—

Suddenly, the boy raised his hand and held the young man's saber with a "dang" sound, then took advantage of the momentum and suddenly jumped back two steps, panting violently and set up the saber in his hand again, without turning his head, he categorically shouted: " Katsumaru, stand there and don't come over!"

The young man in black who was called "Knee Pill" was taken aback for a moment, and his momentum that had been ready to go before slowed down.

The young man's opponent seemed to be having a hard time, after all, after such a fierce fight, he did not gain much advantage from the opponent, but consumed his own physical strength; the chest of the young man with a sharp horn on his forehead heaved violently a few times , did not take advantage of the opponent's retreat to pursue, but let out a snort.

"Do you want to show how much you care about him and be a good master in front of your brother who is violent and doesn't know how to understand him?"

He smiled sarcastically.

However, the boy was not angry, but sighed silently.

"No." He said quietly.

"No matter how violent you are and how inconsiderate you are, it's still the same to him..."

The boy stared at the young man who had almost turned into a ghost, his eyes were clear and bright, and his expression was calm.

"From before to now... No, until the end of everything, there can be many masters..."

"However, there is only one brother of his."

youth:! ! !

After hearing these words, his cold, sharp and mocking expression like a ghost finally loosened for a moment.He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes flickered for a moment, then he raised his head again, clenched the knife in his hand again, and let out a hehehehe laugh from his throat.

"...What a pity." He whispered like a whisper.

In the next moment, he swung the Taidao in his hand again, activated his feet at the same time, and rushed towards the boy!

The young man took a quick step back, and at the same time turned his body sideways, out of the way where the blade he swung would fall——

Then, his right hand suddenly moved, and he lightly threw the knife in his hand upwards, using ingenious strength to make the knife rotate half a circle in mid-air, and when it fell back into his hand, the back of the knife was facing down; almost at the same moment, the opposite side The blade slashed by the young man had already reached in front of him, pierced the air with a swish, and barely passed by his body!

The young man suddenly moved a step to the left, and this action caused his position to flash to the outside of the young man's right arm—the next moment, he had already grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and slammed the back of the knife in his hand against the young man's wrist with all his strength. !

The back of the knife hit the wrist, making a dull pop.

The young man blurted out a short cry of pain, "Uh!", as if he lost his center of gravity for a moment, his body swayed, and his arms sank down suddenly, as if the Taidao in his hand would fall out of his hand the next moment.

The young man in black next to him—the one called "Knee Maru" by the boy—turned pale in shock, and blurted out: "...Anijia!!"

However, the young man who had been acting extremely reasonable until now—the youth tauntingly called him "a good master who thinks about Kinmaru"—didn't take Kinmaru's feelings into consideration this time.

He raised his right knee abruptly, just in time to catch up with the young man's bending over which lost his center of gravity, so his knee hit hard on the young man's abdomen.

The young man didn't stop his movements, he turned around and came behind the young man, taking advantage of the movement of him bowing more deeply because of the impact on his abdomen, at the height where he happened to be able to move smoothly, he stretched out his left arm and slammed behind the young man. Grabbing the bone spur growing on the shoulder blade on his back, his right hand returned like lightning, and the blade that happened to be facing upwards lay across the young man's throat.

"You lost!" the boy shouted in a deep voice.

The knee pill froze, and the footsteps that were about to rush up stopped hesitantly.He stared at the unbelievable scene in front of him with his eyes wide open, and took two steps as if staggering forward involuntarily.

"How come...Anijia..." He murmured.

However, his words did not continue.The boy's voice sounded again, interrupting his painful words.

"Higakiri-kun, the victory has been divided, and I won." He said loudly, pointing the blade of his right hand at the young man's throat without any hesitation or wavering.

"If you still have a sliver of reason, let it go now." The young man's clear voice echoed in the street at dawn.

"I will never be killed by you."

"Because people have to survive first before they can talk about other things. I won't be so stupid as to tolerate my enemies without a bottom line in order to gain some favorability or reputation points."

While speaking with confidence and vigor, the blade in his hand rested firmly in Hidekiri's throat.

"Understood? If you understand my determination and Kazunemaru's expectations for you, then agree to go back with me now."

And under his blade, the young man whose face was once very handsome but now looks like a ghost silently closed his eyes and sighed.

"Go back with you...." He repeated the request as if talking to himself, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, revealing a slight smile, as if he thought this matter was really funny.

"What's the use of you still looking for me now? As you can see, I've already fallen." He calmly replied, as if he really had simple doubts about the teenager's motive for making such a request.

"Hey, you won't be like those innocent little girls who think that as long as you beat me down and step on me, and add a little wishful sweet talk, Genji's Chongbao will be like that silly brother, willingly lying on your back at your feet, call you 'Master', and happily let you make all kinds of requests, and try your best to complete those tasks that you have imagined?" He really seemed to bow his head and think carefully, and then asked jokingly .

The female examiner dressed as a teenager seemed to feel a little ridiculous when she heard the words, and rolled her eyes to the sky lightly.

"Well, 'finding Higiri' is certainly one of my goals, but this is almost your brother's greatest wish." She replied frankly.

"There is therefore always a place for you in my Honmaru—because you are not just Genji's treasures, or brothers who should be reunited, but because you shouldn't just be buried like this..."

Having said that, she paused for a moment, as if briefly thinking about what to express next.

In the end, she said: "There is always a better way to celebrate reunion than swinging swords at each other... Your value should not be reflected through dark fall. Hikiri-kun, although I don't know what happened to you before But in this world, there are some people who cherish your existence, and some people understand and respect your value."

"Higakiri-kun, changing history is not the only way to save everything... Join us. Fight side by side with us, or you will truly understand our mission..."

Mustache: "..."

Fu Sangshen, who looked like a ghost but was still handsome, was silent for a long time.Then, he smiled lightly.

"Is that all?" he asked, "...is that all you want to say to me?"

The female interrogator hadn't responded yet, but Kagemaru, who was at the side, couldn't hold back anymore.

"Anijia!" he shouted loudly, "I, I don't know what happened to you... But, come back with us... I've been looking for you for a long time, and finally we met again—"

Higakiri suddenly let out a short sneer.

"Heh...going back with you? Is it just like this?" He asked amusedly, as if he didn't see the bright and cold blade still lying on his neck at all. He lowered his head and spread his empty hands, as if It was as if he was showing his distorted appearance to his younger brother.

"Calling you 'Tianzhenwan', are you really naive?" He sighed with a smile, and shook his head with a helpless expression; If he moved a little outside, the extremely sharp blade would cut his throat because of his shaking his head.

Noticing the movement of the Goddess, Hidekiri paused for a moment, and then his smile became deeper.

"Hmm~ Your decisiveness and kindness are both very good~" He even praised her with a drawn out voice, the little wavy lines in his voice were almost shocking.

"You people... you 'superior people', do you use this method to show how likable and followable you are?" He sighed with a smile, and his tone suddenly changed.

"But, it's useless."

He suddenly disregarded the icy blade lying on his neck, and the female Goddess still clutching the bony spur behind him, so he forcibly used a little force, turned his head slowly, and turned his body half sideways, full of pain. He stared at the female Goddess behind him with pity.

"It doesn't matter if you imply that you have something to do with Kamakura-den or Taiheng-sama, or express your concern for your younger brother, or even show your magnanimity in front of this kind of me—the fallen me—and willing to accept such an ugly me. It's also good..."

He took a slow, deep breath, like how important what he had to say next was.

"Little girl..." He suddenly laughed, then turned his body sideways and looked back at him, ignoring the blade that was still on his neck, his breath was slightly unsteady, and he said as if out of breath: "You Those little tricks can only fool a guy like Simple Maru..."

The female examiner's eyes widened for a moment.After realizing what he said, the first thought that popped into her mind was "ah, how many nicknames did this elder brother give his younger brother this morning".

Then, it was "Ah, I can't fool the white-cut black Anijia who exploded with double Qs in the original work, what can I do if this continues".

As if satisfied with seeing the astonishment of the female examiner, Hidekiri continued to speak slowly in a gentle and terrifying tone: "How can I tell you to understand—your glorious past, maybe you can't It doesn't matter to me who you are..."

Looking back at her from such a close distance, the cold breath between his lips and teeth seemed to rush to her face with every word he said.

"Because no matter how hard you try—look at me, I've been ruined by Minamoto Yoshitsune."

He suddenly let out a surly and distorted sneer.

"Hahaha... Did you see it? The sharp horns of the devil, the bony spurs, the distorted face, the ugly hands..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand to her eyes, spreading out his five fingers so that she could see clearly his thick and swollen joints, rough skin, and long and sharp black nails— —That can no longer be called a human hand, more precisely, it is more like a so-called "finger claw".

The female judge subconsciously took a deep breath.

When the two confronted each other just now, because she had to concentrate on observing his intentions and predicting his next move, she focused all her attention on his expression and body movements. The subtle abnormality in appearance did not pay too much attention.

Seeing all this at such a close distance now, she suddenly felt the intuitive form of the so-called "real damage caused by the dark fall", and couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart, as if a cold wave came up, bit by bit Slowly cover her and submerge her until she is completely wiped out.

She tried her best to control the chill in her heart, and finally had to bite her lower lip tightly; because if she didn't do this, she might gradually be unable to control her body shaking because of this cold feeling, until she even shook her teeth. all rattle--

Mustache looked at all this with cold eyes, suddenly shook his head, changed his expression, raised the corners of his lips silently, looked at her with pity, and said slowly, word by word: "Oh—poor."

He stared at her, and slowly retracted his right hand that was spread out in front of her, and tentatively pinched the back part of the Taidao in her hand that lay across his throat at his neck.

Then, with slow force, he gradually pulled the knife away from his throat—without any counterattack or resistance.

This result brought a genuine smile to his blood-red pupils.

He slowly pulled her blade away to a distance of more than a foot from his throat; after getting rid of the threat of the blade, he did not immediately jump up to attack her, nor did he immediately run away from her, but turned completely. Turning around, he faced the female judge—the "good master" in the younger brother's mouth.

"I entrusted my younger brother to you." He said suddenly and simply, "Although Tianzhenwan is a bit naive...but please take care of him in the future."

Knee pill:! ?

"...Anijia!" He shouted excitedly from the side, with a look of being moved to death.

"Come back with us, Anika! It doesn't matter what you look like. Anika is Anika... Whether it's me, the master, or everyone in Honmaru... as long as you explain it well, Everyone will definitely understand the reason why Anika became like this..." He was excited and distressed, and with an expression of earnestness and anticipation, he looked at the Goddess standing in such an upside-down and serious manner. The mustache in front of the audience said so.

Despite what Kemararu said, Higekiri, who was standing in front of the Goddess, didn't even turn his head to look at his younger brother.

After he pulled away the blade pointed at his throat by the female judge, the blood-red pupils were tightly locked on her face, as if carrying a force that could confuse others, he slowly moved towards her wrist holding the knife. Slowly stretched out her hand; cold fingers rested lightly on her wrist.

The female judge's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she didn't fight back to kill him immediately.

Mustache smiled.Because of that smile, the little canine teeth that became a little bit sharp loomed on his lips.

Then, slowly but resolutely, with slight force, he turned her wrist over half a circle, then slowly pressed her hand, and pulled it down a little bit, until he completely pressed her hand to the extent that it was hanging down by her side. The tip of the knife is completely pointed at the ground——

"Well, although Minamoto Yoshitsune has done unforgivable things to me, there is finally a god judge who looks good." He said with a casual tone of understatement with a smile. The attitude of being able to do a job with ease at that time finally returned to him.

The lips of the female judge twitched, and the voice sounded like it was forced out of her throat.

"...What did he do?!"

The author has something to say:

February 11:

I went on a business trip for two days on the weekend, and the hotel's WiFi is so horrible... I can't get on at all, Sang Xin.

Originally, I wanted to put it up first, but after thinking about it, this episode can be regarded as a whole, so let’s put it up together~~

Anyway, there should be fat updates every day before Wednesday, this is the requirement of the list~~

Recently, everyone doesn't pay much attention to me. The author feels that he is gradually withering.

What is gradually withering is the inspiration and the brain hole... It will be bad if it goes on like this [No