Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

"I'm sorry, Gang, that won't work." Yamamoto laughed in a low voice, with a bit of unbearable pain in his voice.

Too bad there's not enough time if this goes on.

With this tone, the Agang in front of him should be the Agang with a contradictory physique who appeared in the third game.

It left a deep impression on him, so I still remember it.

But... If he remembered correctly this physique, it seemed that there was no solution in the end, and he could only indirectly seal the physique by sealing his emotions.

But only Ah Gang knows the method of sealing, and only Ah Gang can do it.

This is really, troublesome.

Would it be useful to calm down with flames again, but I'm afraid it's too late——if I get close, I'm afraid it will explode.

The surroundings fell silent for a while, and Yamamoto looked at the brown-haired youth opposite, as if he was thinking about a way out of the predicament,

The stone pillar is behind Ah Gang in front of me, as long as I can destroy the stone pillar in an instant and then move away immediately, maybe I can...

"I advise you not to do this." As if knowing what he was thinking, the brown-haired young man quietly looked at the dull-eyed young swordsman in front of him, his brows were always stained with melancholy, "I can't control it." own physique."

He is probably the only Tsunayoshi Sawada who can have a conversation with Yamamoto under control. He seems to have self-awareness, but Yamamoto can feel that all this is just an illusion.

With this kind of physique, the advice given by A Gang may have been repeated many times.

You can't approach at will, you can't attack at will, and you can't have too much emotional fluctuation.

But what if the person being advised never listens?

I am afraid that no matter how patient people are, they will be angry.

Yamamoto's spirit was highly tense, and he seemed to be keenly aware that the mood on the other side was beginning to be a little unstable, so taking two steps back temporarily was regarded as a concession.

Since you can't get close...that's the only way.

With his left hand behind his back, three short knives were caught between his fingers at some point,

But if you do this, you must first divert Ah Gang's attention, otherwise once you are knocked down, you will miss the best opportunity.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while, Yamamoto's breathing was a little tight, and the breath around his body became more and more quiet.

Yamamoto had no intention of leaving at all, which made the brows of the brown-haired young man on the opposite side frowned even more. He seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and the breath on his body became more and more irritable. He raised his hand to grab his hair,

"That's why I said hurry up, why don't you always listen to what people say." The breath that symbolized death suddenly dispersed, as if accompanied by an increasingly rapid heartbeat, it began to spread.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each time was more dangerous than the last time, Yamamoto retreated hastily and was forced to the edge of the wall, narrowly avoiding the scope of the third spread.

But if it happens again, I'm afraid it will be dangerous.

Yamamoto took a deep breath, turned around with the sword in his backhand, the blade wrapped in blue flames and drew an arc like a stream of water in mid-air, and the defensive barrier composed of rain attribute flames quickly surrounded him.

"The seventh type of defensive style, blowing rain."

He never forgot the purpose of fusing infinity.

It was fused to protect the companions who wanted to be protected, and to fight side by side with Agang.

And as the guardian of the rain, he has never forgotten his mission.

The defensive barrier formed by the rain attribute flames is as soft as water, but unexpectedly tough.

Boom!

The breath of death spread again, as if he wanted to plunder all the life around him, and even the air was stained with a feeling of bleakness and loneliness.

"Gang," Yamamoto held onto a corner. Although he seemed to be on the verge of falling, he looked unusually calm. His eyes were unfocused, but he intuitively caught the position of the brown-haired youth. When he "looked" over, his brows frowned slightly, as if a little helpless , with a gentle face, "The one who really didn't hear others is you."

How about hearing our thoughts once in a while too?Gang.

The brown-haired young man on the opposite side froze slightly. It seemed that these words were beyond the scope of what he could understand now. Confusion flashed in his eyes,

"Hmm." A very small voice came from beside my ear.A flash of surprise flashed between Yamamoto's brows, and he almost didn't react until he felt the tiny weight and breath on his shoulders, "You are not allowed to talk about him."

The palm-sized brown-haired little guy struggled to stand firm on his shoulders, muttering in a low voice,

In fact, he didn't know the person opposite, but he always felt a little uncomfortable being said.

but……

"Calm down, both of you!" Xiao BuDian probably knew that his voice was too low to have any right to speak, so he yelled with all his strength, blushing—although it still didn't sound very loud.

But at that moment, the orange-red flame that suddenly ignited mixed with some kind of pure life breath spread instantly, and melted into the flame like water.

He really hated this kind of place where the smell of death was too strong, and he didn't know why his prey came to this place.

However, the prey he caught with great difficulty will not be given to others.

The little one suddenly jumped off Yamamoto's shoulders, and the shadow of a huge peony seemed to flash away, and the brown-haired boy suddenly appeared beside Yamamoto,

"I'm sorry, I want to take this person away." The brown-haired boy's forehead was burning with a raging flame, his voice was low but firm, his brown eyes were smudged with orange red, he looked at the brown-haired young man opposite him, and his tone was unquestionable.

In fact, he could feel that the person who was by his side now still had some energy left, and that blue flame seemed to contain an irresistible aura that made people want to fall asleep, and he was very close, so He can see.

The blue flame, which seemed to be wrapped in the breath of death, actually seemed to quiet down the moment it came into contact with the flame, so it didn't spread to them.

If this goes on like this, it will only be the person opposite who will suffer.

The thought of this moment flashed through the mind of the brown-haired boy, although he was not successfully captured, he acted instinctively.

However, the brown-haired youth opposite did not cooperate at all.

"...What do you mean by this sentence?" The voice always seemed to be tinged with fatigue and low, as if it was tainted with some imperceptible mood swings.

He raised his eyes slowly, and his brown eyes, covered by the shadow cast by his bangs, looked straight at Yamamoto, with some kind of obsession that he might not even be aware of.

"You mean, did I do something wrong?"

"Shouldn't I be doing that?"

The brown-haired young man was muttering to himself, and suddenly let out a low laugh. There was some kind of anger that had been held back for an unknown amount of time in the laughter. What he said was a bit out of order, but Yamamoto could still hear it.

What he was talking about was not what happened in the labyrinth, but what he had experienced in his original world.

The author has something to say:

Contradictory Physique Gang feels aggrieved: This is not a question of whether I want to hear it, but a question of whether I can listen!

Yamamoto, who actually didn’t mean that: …… (Oops)