Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

In fact, it wasn't just Yamamoto and Yuji, even Liaoping was much quieter than before, and the original enthusiasm also faded a lot.

No, it's more like being suppressed than fading.

It seems that he is always thinking about something, and he has a deep look on his face, which makes people completely unexpected that this is Sasakawa Ryohei. In other words, he has been complained about by the prison temple before, but now that the situation is like this, the prison temple has no connection at all. He didn't even give him a look.

Yamamoto was a little puzzled, but after wiping off his sunny mask, Yamamoto, who was always watching everything around him coldly, didn't intend to ask questions as usual.

Maybe it's because he doesn't have that mood, maybe he has changed a lot after all.

It's not that Yamamoto didn't notice his abnormality, he seemed to be indifferent to everything, and even wanted to quit the current game, maybe it would be better to play his baseball again, but now...it's impossible to quit Bar.

Compared with him and Guji Temple, the changes of senior Sasakawa are not too obvious. Senior is still the same guy who always yells about the limit in battle, making people feel tired from the bottom of his heart at a glance, so Ah Tsunade didn't find anything unusual...

No, it should be said,

Ah Gang has indeed noticed something, but it seems to be very difficult, because he doesn't seem to be good at comforting others, so when he enlightens the prison temple and him, he always only encourages and appeases him.

He can understand, after all, he also knows that their problems cannot be solved in two sentences at all.

It's just... if you're not good at it,

Yamamoto lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something.

The next battle was more severe than before. The opponent's strange weapons and strange flames were hard for them to resist.

Compared with the past, now even most of the time it is impossible to fight back at all, and can only be forced to flee,

Only the leader has the flame, and the zero-point breakthrough of death aura has helped a lot. It can be said that many times, if there is no leader, they are likely to die there.

unwilling.

But so what?

Now they still can't do anything.

What hit them even harder was that the little baby who hadn't appeared for a long time had already disappeared in front of them without knowing when it started.

When their leader managed to investigate, they got the news that Anokobaleno of Haru had died at the hands of Mirufiore.

When I heard it for the first time, compared to Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was a disciple, it was obviously more unacceptable to Guiji Temple.

Yamamoto and Ryohei are the same,

They really didn't know the identity of that little baby, but the strength of the little baby was visible to their naked eyes. How could it suddenly die in Bai Lan's hands?

It was as if they suddenly saw that obviously so powerful Snow Lion boy die in front of them, it was simply unacceptable.

"How is that possible?! That's Mr. Reborn..." The prison temple is a little more excited than it has been for a long time. Only at this time can you see his original appearance, as if recalling the previous time in Sawada House At that scene, his green eyes tightened, and he didn't want to believe it at all.

"...Sorry, Hayato." Tsunayoshi Sawada's voice was a little hoarse and trembling, as if carrying the same sadness and despair, but he held on, with his back to them, "Okay, can I be alone?"

Even if you don't want to believe it, it's true.

unalterable facts.

The Prison Temple slowly quieted down, and gradually, the blue eyes also returned to a pool of stagnant water, but Yamamoto could see that, being suppressed under the pool of stagnant water, the burning flame that could no longer be endured seemed to carry The madness to destroy everything.

Not surprisingly, the Prison Temple had disappeared by the time others noticed it.

Yamamoto closed his eyes, regardless of the nervousness and worry after the leader found out,

He almost watched him go down the mountain,

"Get lost." The hoarse voice of the prison temple seemed to be still ringing in his ears, "Don't stop me, Yamamoto."

"You have no chance of winning, Yuji." Yamamoto didn't know why he stopped him, in fact, he wanted to go down together.

"..." Prison Temple seemed to sneer, almost melting into the wind, making it hard to hear, "Even Mr. Reborn is dead, what chance is there of winning?"

Of course, he knows this kind of thing better than this baseball bastard. He has certainly heard the legend of Reborn since he was a child in the other world.

But that doesn't matter anymore,

"Judaime is a very good leader,"

Prison Temple's words were still echoing in his mind, and there seemed to be a stormy sea hidden in the depths of his expressionless green eyes.

"I know Judaime is to protect those ordinary people, and I know that if that person knows, he will definitely oppose me doing this."

But the snow lion boy who used to fight side by side with them is no longer there.

"Time is running out,"

"Haven't you noticed yet? Yamamoto, Mirufiore and those guys are just teasing us like playing with mice. As long as they want to, we will die at any time."

"Compared to continuing like this, I don't know when I will die in a corner because of those guys' whim,"

"I'd rather take advantage of the present, while I can still move, to really take action and avenge that person."

Even if, there is no chance of winning at all.

"That guy Liu Dao Mu always talks about hell and reincarnation,"

"If it really exists, then, under Huangquan, I will personally apologize to that person."

"As for Judaime, please apologize to him for me, I can't stay here and escape, hope you understand."

The figure of Prison Temple quickly disappeared in front of his eyes, and the determination in his tone made it impossible to stop him. Knowing his end, he still walked towards the hell that was right in front of him...

"Let's go find him quickly!" The leader's nervous voice interrupted Yamamoto's memory, "That guy Hayato is really messed up!"

Can't find it.

Yamamoto slowly opened his eyes, he knew too well about this guy with whom he had never had a good relationship, and he also knew too much about that consciousness,

That guy in the prison temple won't let us find it.

Because if it were him, he would do the same.

really,

For a whole week, there was no news.

But Yamamoto, who was secretly watching the situation on Mirufiore's side, could occasionally hear the news that the stronghold on the opposite side was destroyed by a large amount of explosives.

Until one day, the sudden huge rumbling sound could be heard clearly even in the back mountain, one after another without stopping, as crazy as a violent storm,

But in a place they couldn't see, that familiar stern boy, his silver hair was blown to pieces by the hurricane generated by the explosion, his eyes were fixed, and the green eyes that were originally like a pool of death seemed to be a little brighter now, and his brows were reflected in the firelight. Among them, no matter how good the elegance is, it seems to be overshadowed in front of him,

That figure without hesitation disappeared in the smoke in a blink of an eye, like a short-lived firework, blooming brightly, and dying in the ultimate magnificence and splendor.

Yamamoto suddenly understood what that guy in Prison Temple was doing now.

He gradually clenched the handle of the knife in his hand until it creaked, the knuckles in his hand were protruding, and the veins were bulging.

After a long time, he suddenly relaxed, without the slightest expression on his face, looking down at the ground,

He's really... an enviable guy.