Remnant bones

In the dark and damp small cell, a small figure with white hair curled up in a corner.With a pair of big emerald eyes open, he stared blankly at the dark red prison door which was only five steps away.

The dark blue bunt kimono on his body was tattered, with blood and dust everywhere.And the bare pale limbs were also covered with small scars.Only the two dark red jade hair buttons on the long shawl and white hair are still as clean as the heart, and there is a faint halo of light in the dim corner lit only by a candle lamp outside the prison door.

Almost unconsciously holding the hair button into his palm, Jun Malu, who was only six and a half years old, buried his head between his knees, muttering to himself over and over again: "Why did you do this to me...why did you treat me like this?" I'm locked up here...what the hell have I done...to do this to me..."

How long he's been locked up here...he doesn't know.There is no light, no sky, no freedom...the only sphere of movement is this small prison.

At the beginning, he kept shouting, venting, and asking for help, but all he got was beatings and cursing again and again.They called him a "monster", a "cursed bastard", and a "demon" who killed his relatives... No one called him by his name here, only - "monster".

Over time, he gave up this fearless struggle and became silent.

He didn't know how he got here.He clearly remembered that that day was his birthday. On the way to his brother's residence, he overheard the conversation between his adoptive father and his adoptive mother.He couldn't understand what they were talking about. He only knew that his adoptive mother said that he would sell that "useless man" to the daimyo of the Water Kingdom, in exchange for enough food to feed the clansmen for three years.

He didn't know the implication of this, but he knew that the "useless person" in the clan population... was his elder brother.They want to sell brother!

Hearing this, he couldn't help rushing to him and questioning him loudly.He even forgot the strict etiquette that his older brother required him to observe, and his mind was filled with uneasiness and disbelief.Why did you sell your brother?Why do you call your brother "a useless person"?Just because my brother can't practice gymnastics?He is obviously... obviously such a gentle person...

His adoptive father pushed him to the ground without hesitation. For the first time, he saw disgust and impatience from those two usually amiable faces.

The elder brothers who were summoned by his adoptive father took him out of the room and threw him into the courtyard of their home.Then, while beating and scolding him for not knowing what to do, crawling around... while stepping on his weak body without hesitation.My brother said that he is not the biological child of his adoptive father, and he must learn to be patient in everything.So he just held his head, trying his best not to hurt his face.He didn't want his weak brother to worry about him...

Until the elder brother and the elders started to scold his elder brother together, he finally couldn't hold back.An inexplicable heat spread from the heart to the limbs, and then the bones became sour, as if something had come out of the body.

There was a dead silence all around, followed by a few hysterical screams.

"Monster!!!" That...was the first time someone called him that.

The blood-stained bones in the ashes burst out from behind.He didn't know what he had done, he only knew... Since then, the way the people looked at him has completely changed.

The adoptive father's serious and majestic face was distorted, full of hatred and contempt, and his words turned into sharp bayonets, piercing his heart: "Cursed dirty blood, I, Kaguya Masaichi, did not adopt such a person. A 'monster' that pulls out its own bones!"

From that moment on, he seemed to lose everything.Let the clansman point their weapons at him, even beat him to death.

The gray-white bone spurs on his back remind him of his identity all the time, he is a "monster"!What else could he be?Can he still be... a human...

Later, my brother came.

His body was covered in blood and sweat, and his pale and bluish face seemed to faint at any moment.He lowered his eyes to escape, he didn't want to see the fear and disgust in his brother's eyes.That's his favorite...brother...

However, the elder brother did not hate him as much as the adoptive parents did.He used his thin body to shield himself from the heavy blows of the iron rod again and again, even though he vomited blood, he did not let go.

He cried, he hated his own weakness and cowardice... If he can be stronger, if he can control the bones in his body, even if he becomes a "monster"... He wants to protect his brother, not his brother to protect him.

Suddenly, my brother smiled. It was the first time that my brother, who never smiled, smiled so gently...it was really beautiful...but why?Why does that smile look so sad?Why does my heart... hurt so much... obviously it didn't hurt there...

He only felt a pain in his neck, and the sky seemed to suddenly darken.My brother's smile also became blurred, only the soft voice sounded in my ears.Then, he fell asleep...

When he woke up again, he was in this dank and narrow cell.His elder brother was not around, leaving him with only two crystal-clear hair buttons...that was a gift from his elder brother for his sixth birthday.

Time passed day by day like this, and I have forgotten how many times I was stunned by the talisman paper on the prison door.See... To deal with a "monster" like him, even this kind of thing can only be used.

"...Is there really a god in the world?" The gray-white bone knife broke out from the palm of his hand, wielding the sharp blade, stabbing towards the rock wall around him time and time again, leaving clear dents one after another.This is a habit he has developed since he was able to control his bones, using this method to confirm the fact that he is still alive.

"If anything, why did you trap me here...why did you hurt my brother..." One cut, and another.On the rock wall beside him, there was a section he had chiselled off with a bone knife.

And at this moment, the sound of the prison door being opened by him sounded outside.The dazzling light shone in, causing him to cover his eyes subconsciously: "Who?"

"You don't have to worry about who I am." The tall figure revealed a strong impatience in his tone, he opened the almost rusted lock and said to him: "Come out."

After being imprisoned for nearly half a year, Junma Lu returned to the outside world for the first time.The familiar yet unfamiliar clansmen in front of them tied their hair with eternal red ropes to their ears on both sides.He remembered that his brother had told him that when the men of the Kaguya clan grew up, they would wear this hairstyle whenever they were about to fight.It's called the Ares bun, and it symbolizes courage and... madness.

"Jun Ma Lu, it's time to use you!" Adoptive father... No, the patriarch came to me, with an excitement and madness on his face that I had never seen before, and the ferocious expression was extremely terrifying.

He remembered that the patriarch at that time used this kind of eyes to watch his brother fainted on his body, watched him being beaten by the clansmen, and said those heartless words to him who was asking for help.kill him!He wanted to kill... A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, he clenched the bone knife in his hand, and was about to do it when his brother's last order suddenly sounded in his ears.

In any case, even if you become a "tool", you have to live...to live...

"Live on..." Slowly loosen the grasping fingers, the grass-green eyes dimmed again.The previous killing intent was deeply hidden in the depths of his eyes, even the man in front of him didn't pay attention: "What do I need to do?"

"Go to fight! For our Hui Ye clan! Hahahaha..." Laughing wildly, the patriarch's piercing laughter was sought after by other clansmen, and a strong fighting spirit permeated among them: "Kill, kill! !Follow your instincts and kill all the Kirin and others! Hahahaha..."

"Understood." As the tribe dispersed, Jun Malu raised the bone knife in his hand and swung it down towards the back of the departing figure.Kill... everyone who wants to kill!

...Brother, brother...

"Maro!?" The familiar call suddenly sounded in my ears, I was slightly taken aback, but forgot that I was on the battlefield.After a moment of hesitation, a sharp kunai hit me with the sound of the wind.

"Ahhh..." An uncontrollable cry of pain rang out, and it was hard to tell whether it was mine or the enemy's...