[Chess Soul] The God of Chess Comes

Fujiwara and Xiaoguang sat in the apartment building, the one with the best sunlight.

Before Hajime said, "This sunny room is best for resting in the afternoon and playing chess..." So Fujiwara, who said so, sat opposite Xiaoguang in the quiet and elegantly decorated room.

"Catch the child and guess first, or give in first?" Xiaoguang lowered his head and asked softly.

"It's better if you stick to the black first." Fujiwara was quite sure of his own strength.

"En." Xiaoguang was in the dark, and the first child accidentally landed in the upper corner of the star position.From the first word, Xiaoguang and Fujiwara's Go is moving towards the almost confusing past.Even Xiaoguang, who was black first, accidentally made the small eyes in Xiu Ce's old formula, but he never reacted.

It's not that he was absent-minded, but that he temporarily placed all his feelings on the chessboard, so Xiao Guang, who only thought about how to play chess well, had all kinds of tricks circling with Ah Yi in his mind, but he ignored it. For a game of chess with Xiaoliang.

There are not a few games between Xiaoguang and Fujiwara.The strength of the two is also indistinguishable. If Fujiwara is willing to put all his talents on Go, maybe he will improve faster than Xiaoguang.

The sound of falling, the sound of shallow and even breathing.The face-to-face confrontation between the two seems to have lasted for a thousand years.

Whether it's their chess moves or their moves, they are more and more like Zuo Wei's moves, and more and more Zuo Wei's bearing.That little bit seemed to be awakened, and Xiaoguang suddenly became nervous.After going deep into the world of Go, it seems to be back to watching the peak match between Toya Yukihiro and Fujiwara Sakai.The game that never started in the middle game began to become more advanced.Fujiwara's strength is still not as good as Xiaoguang's.

After all, one has more intimate and more difficult time to ponder Go.Whether it's He Ogata Kuduan or He Xiaoliang or someone else, if Xiaoguang's strength is not for Zuoi or Taya teacher, there is no one in Japan who can completely crush him.Even those tough and headache-provoking masters in China were defeated by Xiao Liang and Xiao Guang in the two international junior competitions.

Is the Japanese player's Go so daunting?

South Korea's Hong Xiuying, Gao Yongxia, and China's Lin, etc... all understand it, and only Toya Ryo and Shinto Hikaru are the scariest chess players.There are only two geniuses in Japan who can compete with Chinese players.It is really a great fortune for the Japanese Go world.

"Zuowei...you..." Xiaoguang looked at the chessboard in shock after a piece of chess was surrounded.There was a familiar smile on the lips of Fujiwara, who was sitting on the opposite side in a regular manner...

"..." Xiaoguang raised his head, with a sunspot that hadn't fallen in his finger.

"Zuowei? What's wrong with Xiaoguang?" Fujiwara Kazuya just recovered from the reality that his seemingly erratic ability overwhelmed Xiaoguang.

"I thought you..." I thought Zuo Wei was back.Hikaru didn't say what he almost blurted out.After putting down the chess pieces in his hand, he took a deep breath and looked at the situation on the chessboard. Although it was not without chance, if the opponent was really Zuowei's strength.It is almost impossible to recover the lost disk.Because Zuowei will not make mistakes, even small misjudgments... Zuowei will not appear.

It's been a long time since I felt this kind of fear of playing chess with Zuo Wei, as if I was facing swords.In front of Zuo Wei, he couldn't perform the most perfect moves smoothly, and a careless defense would kill him in one blow.This is the feeling of the strong against the enemy, and often it only takes one move to determine the direction of the whole game.

"Crack!" Xiaoguang's fingers seemed to be glowing.Kuroko finally landed on a step that Fujiwara couldn't understand.But this step seems to have opened the valve of some kind of world.

His head seemed to be pulled by countless hands, it didn't hurt, but it was so dizzy that Fujiwara could hardly see where his white son was.

Some vague memories gradually flashed back and forth, and most of them were playing chess with people I didn't know, playing chess with Xiaoguang...with Toranojiro...who else?

A thousand years of chessboard...a thousand years of sadness, even if no one else sees you.Staying in the world erratically.As long as you can play chess, it doesn't matter whose hand you use.You can let your persistence be reborn in Go again.

【Fujiwara Sato... Is your Go only so shallow? 】The sound of the flowing water was rushing, as if the god's stubborn sigh to him had stirred the water of the Styx.The cattail grass that was more than half the height was blown away by the sighing air, and the white hunting clothes danced with the dead grass and mist all over the sky.The long black hair seemed to be a long stretch of grievance, dragging until the ground was tied up a few inches away.

[Master God, please let me continue!Let my soul attach to this chessboard, let me have Go forever... I want to pursue the endless hand of God. 】Tears kept falling, and the hot tears of resentful spirits seemed to make the Styx river turbulent.

[Then until you find the boy who possesses my chess soul... Calm down your resentment and find your light...] The dark wind gradually quieted around the River Styx, and the transparent light gradually rose from the water on the river bank.Until Zuo Wei could no longer see those fluttering cattail grass, until the water light of the Styx River was gradually eliminated by the transparent light layer by layer.Attached to the old chessboard, when the brilliance of the sun in the world sprinkles the green grass.Kneeling in front of the chessboard, Torajiro, dressed in simple clothes, stroked the imprint that only those chosen by the chess god could see.

White debris floated all over the sky, and from a piece of transparent and dazzling light, the soul that opened the white curtain was reborn behind the boy.

[Torajiro... just use your hand to fulfill my wish for me...] The chess soul reborn in the endless darkness is like a tiny and twinkling star in the universe.Sufficient to give birth to all things, yet humble to nothing.

Xiaoguang's Go is a model of being strong when you meet the strong. No matter what kind of opponent it is, it is almost impossible to escape the maze surrounded by Xiaoguang's pursuit.Be it the disappearing Sakai, Taya Yukihiro, or Ogata Kudan, or Sangen Honinbo... no matter how many top chess players he played against, Xiaoguang's strength has never been fully figured out.To say that he is the strongest, it is almost impossible to judge from how much he wins or loses against Xiaoguang.

The last word ends, a chess game with a result.Xiao Guang couldn't recover for a long time, but looked up at Fujiwara Kazuo with his rather weird expression.

"We... used to..." Fujiwara was a little confused about what this memory meant?Is it a nightmare sealed in his body or something else?Of course Fujiwara knows that his life experience is unusual, but it involves the reincarnation of gods and ghosts.Fujiwara looked at the person concerned, hoping to determine what to write from Xiaoguang's mouth.

"What's the matter, Hajime?" Xiaoguang always regards Fujiwara Kazu as his teacher Sakai, but after all Hajime is Hajime, although some of his personality is similar to Sakai's Go talent, which makes people jaw-dropping.But…

"Fujiwara Sawai...is a soul?" Fujiwara frowned slightly and hadn't completely digested the memory belonging to Sawei.It was just because of a game of chess that was inexplicably involved in memory, so many fragments seemed to pop out of my head uncontrollably.

"You...what?" Xiaoguang realized that when Fujiwara asked him something, he was inexplicably surprised for a moment.Is the most unimaginable and unimaginable thing about to happen?

Looking at Xiaoguang's suddenly frightened face, Fujiwara knew the answer.Xiaoguang's astonishment must be more convincing than Xiaoguang's own words.

"I think... I might... need to rest for a few days." Hajime, who hadn't panicked since waking up, wanted to stand up in panic, but immediately fell to the side without strength after standing up.The bright sunshine outside the window is still so bright.Several pots of soft flowers placed in the house exude fragrance.In the quiet and serene afternoon, the game that was supposed to be played to dispel Xiaoguang's troubles unexpectedly turned into a game that opened the memory valve.

"Ah Yi..." Xiao Guang didn't know how to get close to Fujiwara Yi.Both Zuowei and Hajime were supposed to be the closest people.But when Hajime knew Zuowei's secret, or was Hajime actually Zuowei?Xiaoguang still couldn't put away the panic on his face, he could only open his mouth and couldn't say anything below.

The long hair spread out and bent into a beautiful shape on the wooden floor, but Fujiwara Kazu's elegant and beautiful young face was stained with bewilderment and helplessness.

Until Xiaoguang watched Fujiwara leave just like that...at the saddest moment, his favorite lover and most cherished friend...all separated.The sorrow of being unreasonably expelled is surrounded by the panic of unexpected stings.When the door of the room is closed, the big house that was originally intended to make the occupants more comfortable and comfortable becomes more terrifying than a cage.The silent voice ignited a flame that scorched the heart...

The scorching afternoon sun seems to blind people's eyes.Xiaoguang stretched out his hand to block the direct light, and no tears could flow from his dry eye sockets.

Will there ever be a more difficult time in this world than now?Xiaoguang looked at the pieces left on the chessboard, when and where could his own strength and Zuo Wei's strength be comparable?If this round is Zuo Wei's strength... then is it because he has never explored his own depth?

Xiaoguang lowered his head and stroked the white Luozi.