[Comprehensive] Correct usage of framed hero

It's not a perfect king sword, Munakata observed carefully subconsciously - the texture of the sword is like rusted metal, the blunt outer skin conceals the sharpness inside, but perhaps it's because of this kind of feeling that it seems to be sitting on the throne. The silent and dilapidated feeling full of the majesty of the king makes the viewers feel more frightened and respectful.

Then, as if it wasn't dangerous enough, several flashing arcs aroused from time to time on the sword, illuminating the dark and simple pattern, like a lightning grid, covering the whole body of the red giant sword with a layer that was even more precarious. , a precarious sense of urgency.

At the same time, it makes it appear more heavy and powerful.

The sword is like a person, at this moment, Zong Xiang suddenly thought of it.

"Yes, it's plasma." However, before he could continue to observe, the instigator standing in the distance answered his previous question.

"To be exact, it's high-temperature plasma." Ito walked to Munakata with a calm expression.

"Indeed, the power of the third royal power is to control the flame," Munakata, who is worthy of being a top student at the Imperial University, immediately gave the answer reflexively: "The essence of the flame is a high-temperature gas, and as long as the temperature is high enough, it can make The atoms of the air ionize, forming a plasma."

"It's a more efficient and tricky way to save Kagero." Ito finished speaking for him, and then added another sentence after seeing the subtle eyes of Munakata who had just witnessed the terrifying power of the doomsday: "It's just, The previous kings seemed to find it troublesome and didn't think about it so much."

His tone was extremely flat, but if he thought that under such a calm expression, an entire building was buried, plus the lives of an unknown number of people in it, Munakata couldn't help turning his head slightly, looking He headed towards the location where the girl who had sneaked up on him was—now, there was nothingness and darkness there.

With enough time, the jelly-like substance that imprisoned the Munakata has turned to dust.He touched the sword subconsciously, maybe he had cut too many people just now, and the hilt of his sword was spattered with blood at some point.

——The liquid that was once wet and sprayed out from the human body, representing life, has quietly dried into a thin layer of blood in the high temperature just now, staining Munakata's fingers, bringing a touch like dust Unparalleled feel.

He looked down, the wound that he didn't care much about during the fight was showing sharp pain with his movements, and warm liquid oozed from the wound like a tongue of fire. However, what attracted his attention even more Yes, the dark red that had completely dried up splashed on his body bit by bit.

"Today, these hands killed at least 231 people." Munakata thought belatedly, but strangely, he didn't have the disgusting and cold feeling when he first killed people that he had seen in the data.

Not the slightest bit of guilt.

Perhaps it can also be said that even though he has caused many families to lose fathers, wives lose husbands, and mothers lose sons today, there is no abnormal fluctuation in this heart at all—just because Munakata clearly knows that he is right.

"I'm really a monster!" Even though he thought so before, there was nothing that could make him more clearly understand the cruel nature that would make most people unhappy or even sick.

"I'm really..." For a moment, he couldn't help but fell into a cold thought.

"Are you injured?" Before he could finish thinking, he heard a familiar voice beside him.

"Huh?" Munakata raised his head slightly unresponsively.

Ito squinted his eyes, his eyes slid over the other party's neck, and repeated patiently: "Are you injured?"

"It's nothing." Zongxiang raised his hand, subconsciously trying to cover his neck, but he immediately came to his senses and put his hand down, "It's just a small injury."

Ito glanced at him, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his trousers, tore open the pack, took out a lit one, put it in his mouth and took a puff, and then said slowly: "I'm asking, your soul, or ……Heart."

As he asked, he raised his left hand toward his neck to loosen the tie a little, and finally woke up a little bit from the negative state of drunkenness.

Light smoke spewed out from his nostrils, making the male's side face look indifferent and gentle.

Zongxiang looked at him a little blankly.

Keenly noticing his gaze, Ito turned his head sideways, and raised the cigarette case to Munakata, "Would you like one?"

"Although smoking can affect the brain," perhaps because there is still a lot of alcohol left in his body, Ito smiled lazily, which added a bit of strange charm to his face, perhaps it should be called a negative glamor Things like that, "However, once in a while, I will suddenly have the idea of ​​wanting to indulge."

Zongxiang looked at him blankly for a while, then took it silently.

Ignoring Munakata's avoidance of answering the previous question, Ito reached out and snapped his fingers in front of him, and lit the cigarette for him.

"Blind tension can't achieve the goal." The man who usually looks like a clean freak said this, while sitting casually on the few remaining stone foundations of the building that had completely collapsed, "It's like a rubber band , do you know rubber bands?"

It is completely impossible to see the man's face that was so brave and mighty as if he could destroy the world when he waved his hands before, and the face of the man who was blowing smoke rings towards the sky, even had a trace of childish innocence and freshness.

Zongxiang was stunned.

"If it is too tight, it will break. Otherwise, it will shrink to a shorter degree than the original, or lose its elasticity, and it has no use value."

I don't know the direction of this topic at all, but strangely, the previous obscure feelings gradually dissipated, and I lowered my head to look at him again, Zongxiang took a puff of cigarette.

He choked out immediately.

Ito laughed loudly: "Slow down, don't swallow it directly at the beginning, try to spit it out slowly."

Zong Xiang lowered his head and coughed a few times in embarrassment, then he quickly pointed out as if he didn't want to just embarrass himself: "You are drunk."

"Yeah." There is no need to deny such an obvious thing, but it is very stupid to think of a person who can indulge himself in drinking until he temporarily loses control, so Ito added: "For important things."

He emphasized: "It's very important."

Munakata was stunned for a moment by trying to cover it up, but then he thought of the timing of the other party's appearance and his behavior that was completely inconsistent with the legend that he had a strong control over Yang Yan...

Munakata asked in a sure tone: "You are here just for me."

If not, he must be as cautious as him, and would not appear here at this time.

"I set up surveillance." Ito raised his hand and wanted to point to the door, but after realizing that the so-called door had already been wiped out, his hand paused in the air and retracted, acknowledging openly.

That's why he had foreseen that he would choose to act today and knew that he would encounter danger, so...

Zongxiang took a puff of cigarette, and suddenly said: "It's not... injured."

With a rare hesitation, he simply sat down beside Ito, the tail of his blue uniform covering the black stones silently, "It's just, no, maybe it's because he wasn't injured at all..."

"Awakened to the fact that the current self lacks the so-called humanity?" Ito hit the nail on the head.

Munakata Reiji no longer spoke, but looked around—the molten metal mixed with the glass-like soil that had been burnt at high temperature, mixed with a sense of oppression that was dilapidated to magnificent... and just now this was a cold building. Sombre buildings filled with living people who can walk around.

In a blink of an eye, it became ruins, as if it had experienced the baptism of war.

However, even if it is a battle, a battle between a king and an ordinary person, the overwhelming power allows him to take a person's life inadvertently.

"It's really a luxury idea," Ito glanced at him, and then snuffed out the cigarette butt, although he really wanted to say that if you are struggling with life and death every day, there is no right or wrong, just to fight for some food, not to kill others The dark world that cannot survive, presumably would not have such an idea at all... Such cruel and true words, but after seeing the other party's soft hair fluttering in the wind, he withdrew that idea.

After a little deliberation, watching the remnant body of the cigarette butt gradually burn into ashes in the palm of his hand, Ito asked: "Then do you think you are wrong?"

"No." Reiji Munakata replied without any hesitation.

"Me too," Ito said, looking into the distant sky, "Dangerous things like the Kingkiller, no matter who holds them, will cause turmoil. So even if I need to be stained with the blood of innocent people, I will not hesitate , and never feel guilty. I must eliminate any possibility of accidents."

He glanced at the remnants of the building that had been completely condensed together, "After all, some choices need to be made by someone, and some crimes must also..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, "Someone must also take care of it."

"Rational thinking, careful choice, and decisive execution. There is no difference between justice and evil. In order to get the desired result, you can abandon any moral and rule constraints—this is the so-called duty of a leader, and it is also the duty of a king."

"Kindness and sympathy, lamentation and grief, those are the luxuries that only the asylum can have."

"Is it the king's duty?" Munakata repeated the sentence.

Under the blue sky, he looked at Ito's side face—even though the other party said something that sounded cruel and unreasonable to ordinary people, his expression was still firm and indifferent, like a sword pointing straight ahead, With a dignified and dignified manner that will cut off all thorns as a matter of course.

He is the king, Munakata couldn't recognize it more clearly.

But... Munakata closed his eyes, and everything that happened just now kept repeating in his mind, Chi Yan and his blue, and everything that was easily destroyed under the power of the king.

The duty of the king needs to be stained with the blood of innocent people, and he will not do such a thing anyway!

Shouldn't the so-called king and the so-called leader protect the existence of ordinary people with a more perfect posture?

"You are indeed a king." Munakata stood up, "But I don't agree with your kingly way."

Although he is condescending, he is not trying to suppress anything with arrogance. He rests his hand on the sword at his waist, and there is no trace of confusion in his eyes.

With a clang sound, the sword was pulled out, and the cyan light on the silver slender sword was firm and dignified, like unbreakable ice.

"Huh?" Ito was taken aback. He stared at Munakata who had a gloomy expression, but now his expression was as clear as the clear sky. He restrained the expression on his face, and commented solemnly: "It's a good king."

Munakata just looked at him and remained silent—even if the roads are different, the so-called kings have never been the same thing, but a more tacit understanding and equality, and a place of sympathy.

They all know this.

The cyan power slowly faded away from the red heat in the ruins, like an invisible rain that extinguished the remaining gunpowder smoke on the battlefield. The two stood and sat one by one, and under the backlight, their shadows overlapped.

In the sky, the red and cyan giant swords shined brightly and radiantly.

Just at this time--

Ito said with a pun: "Yes, my royal way is not a good thing,"

In a sudden hot summer wind, his voice was low and hoarse, coming with the wind: "Don't look at him."——The tone is as gentle as condolences, but it makes people's hearts cool down.

The author has something to say: I wish you all a happy reading!Explanation about the so-called "accident": Actually, this chapter was written on Sunday, but because I was not satisfied with the content, I rewrote it twice. It was completed with the help of Jiang and Rushijiang. Both of them worked very hard to help me edit the article and provide opinions (how fortunate to have such a CP and such a gay friend) Thank you!