[Comprehensive] There are thirteen days left until the collapse of the Honmaru

A few tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the rusty knife, and in the next second, like the wreckage of the swords around here, it made a slight cracking sound and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"..."

Yasuhara Tokiha didn't speak, nor did he cry.

She just closed her eyes in pain, and somewhere deep in her heart was aching.

The Qing Jiang who has been protecting her and caring about her is obviously different from the wreckage of swords and swords around her. Why do they all have the same ending in the end.

Is this the first time?

The friend who was chatting and joking one second, died without warning the next moment... How many times will she go through such a sad experience?

And why...it happened to be her.

She didn't know how many times an ordinary person would witness death in his life.But in this world, she had seen more death and separation than she had seen in most of her life.

Maybe it's a good thing for those swords to get rid of all the slumber like this, but... Has anyone ever thought about how she really feels?

No.

Because even she herself is almost unable to feel her true heart.

"……You are pitiful."

She whispered to herself.

Wearing a kind and loving cloak, he can smile at people no matter how painful it is, but no one can tell what kind of selfish and despicable soul is hidden everywhere underneath.

The dead tree behind him suddenly dropped a dry branch, and fell to the ground with a "snap", silently laughing at her as if agreeing with this point of view.

The inquisitor, who was immersed in complicated thoughts, was taken aback, and he didn't see what it was until he turned his head.

Even though it was just a branch, she still knew that it was time for her to go.

Before leaving, she wrapped the fragment of the broken knife with a handkerchief, and carefully carried it away in her bosom—because when she picked him up, she had no sheath, and now it can only be like this.

Although this place is a large cemetery, where the remains of swords and monsters can be seen everywhere, Yasuhara still doesn't want to bury Smiling Qingjiang here alone.

That's... so lonely.

In the process of tidying up the fragments, which made people feel sad, a strange thought suddenly popped up in An Yuan's mind: Is the judge of the gods another kind of sheath for the sword?

Restraining them, releasing them, and pacifying them is a prison and a destination.

Out of this kind of thinking, maybe it was the reason why the smiling Qingjiang said that to her in the end.

【"But I'm not cold anymore...you are my fire."】

Ask yourself, Yasuhara Tokiha can't guarantee whether she can save the other party, but she hopes that her appearance can bring more or less warmth to Qing Jiang's life like soaking in the cold lake water, even if it is only a little bit.

In this way, for him, it may be enough.

Holding the handkerchief and the contents inside, Yasuhara Tokha walked slowly along the "line" of his heart absent-mindedly. From time to time, there would be the crisp sound of bones and swords shattering under his feet, and the surrounding wind blew miserably. , rolled up the scarlet wind and sand on the surface and rushed into the distance.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, another new strong wind blew past, Yasuhara Tokiha subconsciously looked in the direction of the swirling wind and sand, his eyes widened imperceptibly.

lake.

A dark and calm lake.

However, there was a blood moon hanging over the lake.

No!That's not the moon, it's...!

The god judge stopped abruptly, his black eyes reflected the scene sitting in the middle of the lake: countless well-shaped swords stuck in the wet soil, this island in the middle of the lake, which was no bigger than a palm, was full of cold light.

But the problem is, among so many seemingly sleeping swords, there is only one standing there.

The wind blew his golden hair tassels and touched the smile in his eyes. The originally dark blue wide safari was covered with dark bloodstains and torn rips.

Logically speaking, he should have been born as a noble person like the bright moon, but he was dragged into this gloomy underground cemetery, guarding the corpses of his companions, and looking into the distance from an inch in the lake.

The man noticed her coming, and slowly turned his head to look at her, as if he hadn't moved for a long time, so that even such a simple movement was extremely stiff.

However, the moment he saw the girl's face clearly, the handsome Fu Sangshen suddenly laughed happily.

"Hahaha, here you come."

Facing this scene, the interrogator was dumbfounded, his brain froze as if unable to utter a single word.

The "thread" that guides me along the way... does not refer to Hasebe and the others!But him!

Seeing that she didn't speak, Sanri Yuezong smiled and paused for a few seconds, then continued, "But I'm really sorry, as for who you are, little girl...I can't remember clearly, old man."

"I even forgot who I was - it sounds funny, hahahaha, but it's true."

"..."

Yasuhara Tokiha suddenly broke down in tears.

Whether it was Mikazuki Zongjin's seemingly relaxed smile, or the heavy sword wreckage in his arms, as well as the hidden words in his mind, at this moment, they all emerged like wind and waves.

These things finally caused the tears she had held back for a long time to fall.

At this moment, she understood what Hasebe had meant for her back then. At that time, he told herself that if he could come to the thirteenth floor in the future, he would do one thing.

What will it be?

It was something that Fu Sangshen could not do by herself, but only she could succeed.

——Hasebe hoped that she could save someone.

[If I'm gone, let him protect you. 】

The vague lines of spiritual power, the hesitation of the subordinate, and the tired and joyful smile of this person in front of him...it's too heavy.

Really, it's all too heavy.