[Touken Ranbu] Wisteria
Chapter 33 #31
#31
"do not go……"
In the dream, the petite girl knelt on the ground almost begging, her hands tightly clutching a ruthlessly white corner of her clothes, refusing to let go.
"Please, please don't leave me—"
Tears glistened in her gray-white eyes, and her pupils were filled with almost desperate pleas.
"Don't leave me..."
Even though she knew that no matter how humble she acted, the owner of the skirt would not feel the slightest sympathy, the girl still knelt on the ground and whispered persistently.
And the owner of the corner of the clothes just said indifferently——
"This is an irresistible fate."
Slowly opening my eyes, I couldn't help laughing softly at the girl in my dream who was as humble and insignificant as an ant.Her long, light gray hair seemed to be wetted by water and cling to her back, her bangs were messily stuck to her forehead, reflecting her pale complexion.The gray-white eyes were dull, and the lips that were once as beautiful as sakura were also bloodless.
Such a girl is like a discarded puppet girl. Even though her face is exquisite and enviable, she still cannot escape her sad fate.
She begged in a low voice, not caring about the pain of her horribly bloodied legs.For her in this state, perhaps the greatest significance of the existence of her legs is only to allow her to hold onto the owner of the corner of the clothes tightly.
She is so pathetic.
It's so pitiful that even I can't bear to abandon her.
Raising my hand to cover the glare of the sun hitting my face, I struggled to sit up.My back was soaked in cold sweat, no matter how slight the wind was, it was enough to make me tremble uncontrollably.
——The girl in the dream is Aoi.
The girl in the dream...is Aoi.
Gathering my calves and wrapping my arms around my knees, I stared blankly at the quilt with gray and white tones as the main pattern, and for some reason I thought of Aoi's lifeless eyes again.
It's as if she doesn't need anything; it's as if she knows that her begging will never be answered; it's as if she has given up already, but like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, she struggles to escape the predicament and ends up in a The more entangled and tightened, the tragic end of dying from exhaustion.
In a trance, I thought of the white corner of her clothes tightly clutched in her hand.It was a style I was very familiar with, and it was exactly the same as the ones I wore before, even the crooked golden petals that I specially embroidered on the cuffs were not the slightest difference.
—is that me?
But my memory of all this seems to have been emptied by someone, there is nothing left.There are not even a few remaining memory fragments. If it weren't for this sudden dream, I'm afraid I wouldn't remember this incident at all.Witches seldom dream, and everything they dream about is basically closely related to themselves or the place they guard.Since I can dream this scene, it must have happened, and this scene is very important to me now.
Can't see what went wrong.
Unlike the previous occasional memory loss, which can be deduced based on various signs to get a credible result, this anticlimactic dream is just a simple fragment, and I can't even see anything except Aoi and the objects in contact with her.The eyeball is like a camera whose focal length cannot be adjusted. It only shows Aoi, the protagonist, all the shots. Everything else is blurred and then imaged on the retina as the screen.
Why is this?
I don't understand.
Taking a deep breath, I calmed down the restless heart and lay down on the bed on my back.The cold sweat on the back had already been blown half dry by the wind, bringing the coldness of being in an ice cellar.The thick quilt covered my body, but it still couldn't warm up my whole body and mind, as if my whole body was thrown into the unfathomable deep sea.
Stretching out my hand towards the blank ceiling, I tilted my head in confusion and stared at a black spot on it.The black dot seemed to be alive, because my gaze began to run shyly and restlessly around, framing the shape of a pair of eyes.The shadow casts on it, giving the pupils a grayish-white hue, exactly the same as Aoi's eyes without light spots.
Why should I care about her.
Why do I keep thinking about Aoi?
Why did I... what did I dream about just now?
Why do you care so much, why do you think of Aoi...?
"Oh, oh, the little girl is also lazy, this really surprises the old man."
"Three Moons? Why are you here?"
Opening the curtain door completely, Mikazuki Zongjin, dressed in a dark blue hunting suit, walked slowly to my side.He casually put one hand on the main body sword, and held a cup of hot tea with white smoke floating in the other.
I looked up in bewilderment, keeping my attention on him.Sanriyue Zongjin seemed to have no meaning to explain, a pair of crescent moons hid in the dark blue night sky, and the traces of existence were quietly erased by the corners of his eyes with smiles.
The room fell silent for a while, leaving only the white smoke that lingered tirelessly around Sanriyue's wrist and flowed slowly.His throat quivered twice, and he could vaguely hear a sudden low laugh.The dark night sky, like ink, surged undercurrents, giving people an unimaginable sense of suffocation.
But for a moment, the dark blue in Sanriyue's eyes returned to the way I had always seen it, as if everything just now was just my illusion.
"I heard that you have been a little distressed recently." Sitting cross-legged beside me casually, Sanriyue handed me the teacup in her hand, "Look, the tea stems are standing up, something good will definitely happen."
There was a hint of comfort in his tone, and I suddenly remembered that he and Yingmaru would sit drinking tea and look at the courtyard, or they would be alone carrying a hoe to make trouble in the field, and the helpless Hasebe asked to let him go. The scene of those dishes.I have always been a little in awe of this one of the five swords in the world. His beauty is noble and elegant, an inviolable beauty, and even more aloof.The inadvertent air of alienation has always made me uneasy, and I always feel that I am at a loss in front of him.
"Sankaiyue..." Thinking of the Sankaiyue who lost both eyes I saw before, I said hoarsely, "You—"
"host!"
Just when I was about to say something, Hasebe suddenly opened the door and rushed in.
Rare impulse.
I raised my eyebrows, and I had an inexplicably ominous premonition.The last time Hasebe was so panic-stricken was probably when I was carried back to Honmaru by Tsurumaru when I was dying. It was something that made him just open the door of my room and rush in...
No matter how you think about it, it's serious.
"When did Sanriyue Palace come to the Lord's room?" Hasebe stopped at the first touch of dark blue, he glanced at Sanriyue Zongjin in surprise, and then nodded at him, "Everyone has gathered together Alright, let’s go to Sanriyue Hall too, Candlestick Che and they should be ready.”
"Ready?" I repeated the word, puzzled.
"Yes." Hasebe walked to the wardrobe in two or three steps, took out a set of kimonos that I would not normally wear after scanning around, "Please change as soon as possible, we are waiting for you."
When I took the kimono, I was puzzled.He rushed in suddenly, then gave me a kimono all of a sudden, and finally told me that they had gathered together and waited for me... What is Hasebe going to do?
The questioning words were still on the lips, but Hasebe took advantage of his speed and directly took Mikami Tsukimune away from my room, leaving me stunned to look at the curtain door that could be said to be thrown shut.
Could it be...they finally decided to collectively fall into rebellion and murder me, the God Judge?
The author has something to say:
try...try to finish...
I read it myself and found that it is really ooc to terrible...
Not only the knife man (), even Lujiang has ooc...
Well, as expected of me (wait(?
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"do not go……"
In the dream, the petite girl knelt on the ground almost begging, her hands tightly clutching a ruthlessly white corner of her clothes, refusing to let go.
"Please, please don't leave me—"
Tears glistened in her gray-white eyes, and her pupils were filled with almost desperate pleas.
"Don't leave me..."
Even though she knew that no matter how humble she acted, the owner of the skirt would not feel the slightest sympathy, the girl still knelt on the ground and whispered persistently.
And the owner of the corner of the clothes just said indifferently——
"This is an irresistible fate."
Slowly opening my eyes, I couldn't help laughing softly at the girl in my dream who was as humble and insignificant as an ant.Her long, light gray hair seemed to be wetted by water and cling to her back, her bangs were messily stuck to her forehead, reflecting her pale complexion.The gray-white eyes were dull, and the lips that were once as beautiful as sakura were also bloodless.
Such a girl is like a discarded puppet girl. Even though her face is exquisite and enviable, she still cannot escape her sad fate.
She begged in a low voice, not caring about the pain of her horribly bloodied legs.For her in this state, perhaps the greatest significance of the existence of her legs is only to allow her to hold onto the owner of the corner of the clothes tightly.
She is so pathetic.
It's so pitiful that even I can't bear to abandon her.
Raising my hand to cover the glare of the sun hitting my face, I struggled to sit up.My back was soaked in cold sweat, no matter how slight the wind was, it was enough to make me tremble uncontrollably.
——The girl in the dream is Aoi.
The girl in the dream...is Aoi.
Gathering my calves and wrapping my arms around my knees, I stared blankly at the quilt with gray and white tones as the main pattern, and for some reason I thought of Aoi's lifeless eyes again.
It's as if she doesn't need anything; it's as if she knows that her begging will never be answered; it's as if she has given up already, but like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, she struggles to escape the predicament and ends up in a The more entangled and tightened, the tragic end of dying from exhaustion.
In a trance, I thought of the white corner of her clothes tightly clutched in her hand.It was a style I was very familiar with, and it was exactly the same as the ones I wore before, even the crooked golden petals that I specially embroidered on the cuffs were not the slightest difference.
—is that me?
But my memory of all this seems to have been emptied by someone, there is nothing left.There are not even a few remaining memory fragments. If it weren't for this sudden dream, I'm afraid I wouldn't remember this incident at all.Witches seldom dream, and everything they dream about is basically closely related to themselves or the place they guard.Since I can dream this scene, it must have happened, and this scene is very important to me now.
Can't see what went wrong.
Unlike the previous occasional memory loss, which can be deduced based on various signs to get a credible result, this anticlimactic dream is just a simple fragment, and I can't even see anything except Aoi and the objects in contact with her.The eyeball is like a camera whose focal length cannot be adjusted. It only shows Aoi, the protagonist, all the shots. Everything else is blurred and then imaged on the retina as the screen.
Why is this?
I don't understand.
Taking a deep breath, I calmed down the restless heart and lay down on the bed on my back.The cold sweat on the back had already been blown half dry by the wind, bringing the coldness of being in an ice cellar.The thick quilt covered my body, but it still couldn't warm up my whole body and mind, as if my whole body was thrown into the unfathomable deep sea.
Stretching out my hand towards the blank ceiling, I tilted my head in confusion and stared at a black spot on it.The black dot seemed to be alive, because my gaze began to run shyly and restlessly around, framing the shape of a pair of eyes.The shadow casts on it, giving the pupils a grayish-white hue, exactly the same as Aoi's eyes without light spots.
Why should I care about her.
Why do I keep thinking about Aoi?
Why did I... what did I dream about just now?
Why do you care so much, why do you think of Aoi...?
"Oh, oh, the little girl is also lazy, this really surprises the old man."
"Three Moons? Why are you here?"
Opening the curtain door completely, Mikazuki Zongjin, dressed in a dark blue hunting suit, walked slowly to my side.He casually put one hand on the main body sword, and held a cup of hot tea with white smoke floating in the other.
I looked up in bewilderment, keeping my attention on him.Sanriyue Zongjin seemed to have no meaning to explain, a pair of crescent moons hid in the dark blue night sky, and the traces of existence were quietly erased by the corners of his eyes with smiles.
The room fell silent for a while, leaving only the white smoke that lingered tirelessly around Sanriyue's wrist and flowed slowly.His throat quivered twice, and he could vaguely hear a sudden low laugh.The dark night sky, like ink, surged undercurrents, giving people an unimaginable sense of suffocation.
But for a moment, the dark blue in Sanriyue's eyes returned to the way I had always seen it, as if everything just now was just my illusion.
"I heard that you have been a little distressed recently." Sitting cross-legged beside me casually, Sanriyue handed me the teacup in her hand, "Look, the tea stems are standing up, something good will definitely happen."
There was a hint of comfort in his tone, and I suddenly remembered that he and Yingmaru would sit drinking tea and look at the courtyard, or they would be alone carrying a hoe to make trouble in the field, and the helpless Hasebe asked to let him go. The scene of those dishes.I have always been a little in awe of this one of the five swords in the world. His beauty is noble and elegant, an inviolable beauty, and even more aloof.The inadvertent air of alienation has always made me uneasy, and I always feel that I am at a loss in front of him.
"Sankaiyue..." Thinking of the Sankaiyue who lost both eyes I saw before, I said hoarsely, "You—"
"host!"
Just when I was about to say something, Hasebe suddenly opened the door and rushed in.
Rare impulse.
I raised my eyebrows, and I had an inexplicably ominous premonition.The last time Hasebe was so panic-stricken was probably when I was carried back to Honmaru by Tsurumaru when I was dying. It was something that made him just open the door of my room and rush in...
No matter how you think about it, it's serious.
"When did Sanriyue Palace come to the Lord's room?" Hasebe stopped at the first touch of dark blue, he glanced at Sanriyue Zongjin in surprise, and then nodded at him, "Everyone has gathered together Alright, let’s go to Sanriyue Hall too, Candlestick Che and they should be ready.”
"Ready?" I repeated the word, puzzled.
"Yes." Hasebe walked to the wardrobe in two or three steps, took out a set of kimonos that I would not normally wear after scanning around, "Please change as soon as possible, we are waiting for you."
When I took the kimono, I was puzzled.He rushed in suddenly, then gave me a kimono all of a sudden, and finally told me that they had gathered together and waited for me... What is Hasebe going to do?
The questioning words were still on the lips, but Hasebe took advantage of his speed and directly took Mikami Tsukimune away from my room, leaving me stunned to look at the curtain door that could be said to be thrown shut.
Could it be...they finally decided to collectively fall into rebellion and murder me, the God Judge?
The author has something to say:
try...try to finish...
I read it myself and found that it is really ooc to terrible...
Not only the knife man (), even Lujiang has ooc...
Well, as expected of me (wait(?
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