Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Lovers come in pairs.

And I was a lonely family, and I fell solidly, with all kinds of meat and eight vegetables.

It feels like the bones in my whole body are cracked... My head is also dizzy...

The brain that was still playing the roar of the explosion in an infinite loop was extremely dull, and I was dumbfounded: This shouldn't be.

Obviously, the last time I used this trick against Mr. Madara, I didn't fall so badly.

Soon, or after a long time?I felt picked up by a pair of hands, patted my back like a child, touched my forehead, and there seemed to be a loud call...

The sound was so far away that I couldn't hear it through the thick noise.

I turned my face to the direction of the person who called me based on my feeling, but no matter where my eyeballs turned, there were large spots of color and bright spots.

I opened my mouth in great confusion, and seemed to speak, but didn't seem to make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, a handbag with thick calluses was held up to support my heavy back pillow, and something was handed to my mouth. My lips, which were so thirsty and full of bloody smell, were covered by a burst of coolness. Prompting me to gulp down the liquid that slowly poured into my mouth.

It's cool and astringent, like the taste of normal saline that I drank on the operating table before.

There was water dripping down my chin from the stinging corner of my mouth, I drank too fast, I couldn't help but choked on two mouthfuls, gasping for breath.

As a result, the liquid around my mouth was removed, and I frowned dissatisfiedly. I didn't care to pant, and moved forward humming.

The back was patted soothingly by those hands again, and the warm hands felt particularly safe, so I gave up thinking and calmed down obediently.

This time it was a sweet, sticky liquid.

Let me smash my mouth, taste it, um, it's the taste of high-concentration glucose.

The lost moisture was effectively replenished, and I rubbed my hands on my head in satisfaction.

As a result, my head became more dizzy.

This time, it was replaced by a pair of relatively gentle hands, with the smell of medicine and flowers, covering my eyes, helping me to go backward... or forward?

There seems to be something wrong with the positioning of my head, and I can't determine which direction it is at all. When my back touches the scorching soil through my clothes, I suddenly realize that this should put me flat.

The pain in the head and the dizziness everywhere are finally better.

I blinked the uncontrollable physical tears that gushed out, the water droplets gathered in the outer corners of the eyes, trembling, and when touched by the upper eyelashes, they fell down unbearably, across the temples, and sank into the hair roots of the temples.

...a little itchy.

So when the second teardrop left the eye socket, a hand with thick calluses wiped it away.

The hand belonging to the swordsman didn't seem to have done this action. I felt that the end of my eye was burning and hurt, and it was definitely red.

So the other hand apologetically scratches my hair.

Feels like rubbing a dog's head...

Damn, who are you!

It seemed like a long time passed, and the rumbling sound in my ears finally came to an end, and I started changing discs, which turned into a buzzing tinnitus.

My mind has begun to return to normal operation, and I worry about it.

Oh, what's up.

The existence that belonged to Yiwozuo, whose breath I locked up before, has not disappeared.Roughly in the pit not far from me, from just now to now, motionless.

Assuming my sense of time is not seriously ill, this period of time should be enough for him to complete his regeneration.

Thinking of this, I suddenly tremble...trying to tremble.

Thumping hands were firmly clasped, and my forehead was tapped lightly, and then I was picked up and stuffed into whose arms?

Um?Now I can't move my hands and feet.

The perfect movement restraint.

I was super dissatisfied and arched a few times, let me go, I can fight again-let me fight until dawn-

"Be good, Huahua."

The warning containing the dense black air penetrated through layers of interference, and I was shocked to receive it.

Hiss—Miss Butterfly seems to be about to explode.

I secretly lifted the haori in my hand, trying to bury myself in it.

... was restrained and pushed out on the shoulders, spun on the spot, and stuck...to the little, cold face.

Oh... I know this, it's Hanako.

Regrettably, the deadline set with Yanrong at the beginning was until sunrise.

The naginata was also buzzing, and soon, I was turned back.

Speaking of which...these people really didn't stay in place properly, and they all dragged their wounded bodies over to support them one by one.

Gradually, I was able to think more, with a straight face, I held the nearest hand according to my feeling, and took my pulse carefully, um...

Very good, sinus tachycardia.

I snorted at this hand, although I don't know who you are, but you are all brave people, we are the same!

The hand retracted and disappeared.

……

It feels like a century has passed, and I've finally escaped the world of blind men and elephants.

However, as soon as I gradually recovered my hearing, the three of them sat far away one after another, as if they had circled around something.

When I could finally open my eyes and see the world, I—

I still don't know who the previous one was.

hateful.

Powerless and furious, I stared at the pit surrounded by them holding their knives.

...that pit.

There are ghosts in the pit.

Leaning back on the pit wall indifferently, the seemingly motionless and unharmed ghost, isn't it the opponent I lost in the middle of the fight?

The opponent sensed my gaze and raised his head to look in my direction.

The pair of ghost eyes that have been frozen for 200 years, leaving only endless fighting spirit, the words belonging to "Shangxian No. [-]" were deliberately hidden.

I opened my mouth, hesitated to speak, and then hesitated: "Are you waiting for the dawn?"

"--that's great." I rolled my eyes and continued on my own.

That's great, it's not an illusion.

When the light covered and the roar hadn't hit the eardrum, the ghostly voice I heard——

"It's...enough..." On the scorched earth ruins, in the white light that can illuminate everything, he murmured almost imperceptibly: "Stop...don't regenerate..."

He remembered.

Guilt, self-blame, self-loathing, apology... Returning to the world with the awakening of humanity.

That's why I can perceive that he has been motionless in the falling position.

From that time on, the right hand, which belonged to the ghost's convulsions and bulging meridians, that unrighteous fist that had drunk the brains and blood of geniuses who had drunk countless meteors, was held by something invisible to the naked eye.

In this case--

Then forget it.

Hit and beat, beat and beat, the anger that should be vented is enough.

The flames of anger gradually subsided, I cleared my throat: "Hey!"

After attracting everyone's attention, I braced myself, faced Miss Butterfly's kind gaze, lowered my shoulders again, and slowly raised my hand: "You haven't replied to me yet."

Facing those too lifeless eyes, probably the sequelae of the concussion, I looked a little grumpy.

"The enmity between us, my anger and dissatisfaction with you, has just been settled." I shrugged, sober, but also very cruelly pointed out to him, "But the others——what you have done in the past 200 years Yes, sorry man, I have nothing to say about the crimes I committed. All, all of them need to be repaid one by one when you go to hell."

I raised my voice, almost yelling: "But now, it's—it's not light yet!"

Those dark eyes asked him straightforwardly: Do you want to regret as a coward and wait for indifference to dissolve; or as a person, when the new sun rises, you will face your own judgment with dignity and fight to the death?

——There is no need to choose at all, is there?

The ghost looked solemn and solemn, and stood up while grabbing the charred trees beside him.

Be like a human being...or return to the human way——

Sinking shoulders, exhaling, spread out his clenched right hand, and push the palm forward, facing the disaster that he caused, and accepting the coming punishment calmly.

But before it's all over...

His whole body released the same pure fighting spirit as this girl.

This time, he lived up to this expectation.

And I finally got the belated reply:

"Soryu Dojo, Komaji!"

"—Please enlighten me!"