[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

"In my hometown, there is a beautiful flower that blooms every March in the human world. It is crimson and enchanting, like clouds and clouds, covering the roads. Even if it withers, it is grand and brilliant. Feel sad, but happy for its brilliance. Life is great but small, just like fireworks in a flash... in a flash, it disappears."

The young man who closed his eyes slightly and went back to the past was resting in the deep demon jungle. The dark blue tree behind him was covered with dark green moss, damp and deserted.

"Want to go home?" The demon fox's eyes seemed to be far away.

"It's just thinking about it. Regardless of whether I can find my way home or not, even that enchantment, I can't get through it..." He smiled wryly, but there was still a little bit of hope hidden in his water-colored eyes, as if the doomsday. Light is also the pillar of the soul.

"...boring, if you think too much, you will die very quickly."

"Ah, that's right, you probably can't understand this feeling, Kurama."

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Seiichi Yukimura has been having a dream recently.It was long and painful, and I felt cold and sweaty every time I woke up, but I couldn't remember what happened in the dream.

There are fewer and fewer familiar faces under his command, and chaos often occurs. Even relying on violent means to suppress it is not a good strategy.But it is impossible not to recruit members.

The original organizational mechanism can no longer adapt to such a development, but the reform has no way to change it, and perhaps it can only wait for its chaos and demise.If the original demon fox was able to act resolutely, but after the death of the night bird, Huang Quan and the original subordinates, there are not many chess pieces he can use.However, in order to maintain the painstaking efforts of more than 500 years, it is imperative to continue to accept commissions.

Holding his forehead with five fingers, strands of hair soaked in cold sweat stuck together, he forced his tired body to go to the river to rest and stimulate himself with cold water, only then did Yukimura regain his strength.The water waves were messy, his face was vaguely reflected in the water, and he could vaguely see his expression at the moment.

Even though I don't remember the content, the expression is the deep sorrow left after the struggle and pain.

"...A multiple-choice question?" The young man who murmured such words bit his lip and threw a stone into the water viciously.Watching the stone smash the phantom and sinking in the long river, it is like a struggling fish unable to get out of the net, and can only die in exhaustion.

Broken images flooded into his mind little by little, and the tragic appearance bound him like dense silk threads, making him unable to move forward or retreat.Incoherent and complete, but it can make him feel vaguely.

Ruined walls, bloody afterimages.

Is that...the future?

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100 years after the death of the night bird, the tasks that Yaohu received became more and more dangerous.Every time he went out, he lost a lot of subordinates, and he became more indifferent and violent, and gradually seldom talked with his subordinates.

And he has been left in the station for the third time.

The blue-purple-haired boy wrapped a bandage around his wrist, then pursed his lips and walked towards the demon fox who was once again looking at the rolling hills in the distance.Yuehua is still the same as it was a hundred years ago, but a trace of blood slowly spread out, ominous and weird.

"Take me next time, Kurama." Yukimura nimbly jumped to the highest point and landed beside him, the moonlight elongated their overlapping shadows.His hands clenched tightly, nails dug into the flesh, and a trace of blood flowed out.

"I refuse." Zangma said. "The station needs to be guarded."

"I'm not the only choice."

"……obey orders."

"I don't care what your order is. I only know that if my leader continues to take risks like this, something will happen sooner or later." Xingmura said slowly, "I won't be a leader if you die."

This sentence is willful and unreasonable. It is rare to see him speaking like this calmly and calmly.

The demon fox frowned, but pinched his neck with one hand, and said coldly, "Say it again?"

"You are my leader." He was caught by the soft neck without any resistance, and his slightly long hair gently brushed those white and well-proportioned hands. He just said with a calm smile: "550 years , I’ve been here for so long, and maybe I’ll stay with you until the end. I’m crazy to find my way home, but I give up and stay in this place where the weak and the strong are struggling to survive, and there’s a possibility of dying every day.”

"I can't hold it anymore, maybe it's because monsters are used to loneliness, but the original me... where is the monster..."

It seems that he doesn't want to hide it again, maybe it's a broken jar, Yukimura directly revealed his biggest secret.

He is human.

Even with the power of a youkai and the body of a youkai, his soul has always been human.So there will be pain, struggle, and loneliness, because feelings are such sensitive and fragile things that cannot be overcome.He has overcome the fear of leaving home and not being able to return, but he has to bear the overwhelming loneliness, which is the proof of being alone.

But it is precisely because of his feelings that he is so incompatible with monsters.

"I don't understand what you mean by loneliness and solitude. For us, there is only the difference between living and dying. To be alive is to be lucky. Things like feelings don't need to exist."

"So we are different."

Is the void when the night bird dies an emotion?Maybe it's called sadness, but he doesn't need it.In order to survive in the Demon Realm, all he needs is to look forward.

A little helpless to his leader's habit of using violence when he was angry, Yukimura touched his neck, it was a little blue, but not very serious.It was only at this moment that he realized what he had said that should not have been said. He confessed that he was a human being, and he was lucky not to be torn apart by the demon fox.

"Going home is just empty talk for youkai. Our final destination is equal death." Kurama turned around, his expression was invisible in the night.

"Still divided."

"...Come with me, Tobi."

Now that the words are out of the way, what else can Kurama and him, a human being who is not a pure monster, have to talk about?

With a hint of bitterness stuck on his lips, he followed the fox who was sprinting away, and headed towards a dense forest.

They came to a clearing.

The demon fox in white looked at the silvery moon gradually becoming crimson, bloody and enchanting.He casually cut off his fingers, and the sweet smell of blood slowly dissipated.

"What are you doing, Kurama?" Yukimura, who was a little inexplicably watching the self-mutilation of the leader of his family, took a few steps forward, his navy blue clothes fluttering slightly.

Looking sideways at his bewildered expression, Kurama flicked his hair and took out a few flower seeds. The flower seeds were beautiful light red, emitting a faint awn in his white hands.He sprinkled the blood on the seeds, and then activated the demon power.

Under the soft and slow demon power that was deliberately released, the seeds gradually grew green shoots, and he put the seeds into the soil.Then the green shoots grow taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grow a brown skin.Not long after, these lives spread across the entire ground under the moon. They absorbed the crimson color of the moonlight, stretched their brown branches, and became taller.

Then, the first flower bloomed.

Fragile, beautiful, and transparent as crystal glass.The pink and white flowers dance gracefully in the wind.Like a gust of spring breeze waking up the sleeping life, the flowers blooming one after another like a miracle like mist.The soft and gentle petals, like the wings of tulle, fluttered one after another, and the moonlight poured on the flowers under the winding rain, scattered like pearls and jade, and then reflected mottled shadows.

So mesmerizingly beautiful.

The crimson is enchanting, and it seems to be able to light the way home.

It is obviously a fragile life, but it managed to take root and sprout in the blood-soaked soil of the Demon Realm, and then unyieldingly bloom such flowers.The surrounding demonic plants are gloomy and weird, incompatible with such beauty, and the dark night is also dotted with snow-like petals.

The petals fell on the body of the boy in the dark blue bathrobe, and on his hair, which was extremely slender.The young man looked up at the tall cherry blossom tree, his eyes seemed to reflect the shocking years.Like a traveler in a quagmire reaching out to grab hope, one star or two of light leaked from Yukimura's almost dark eyes.

He has never shed tears for 500 years, but at this moment, he can't control the transparent tears sliding down his cheeks, silent and beautiful.

It was as if he had found his way home.The boat that is not tied is moored in the harbor.

"This is what you said, the flowers of your hometown, I asked from the mouth of a little demon who has been to the human world. I tried to cultivate and only succeeded in a few."

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, his voice was hoarse and choked: "Zangma, why... why did you show me this?"

"I don't know, I just wanted to do this." Kurama didn't seem to understand why he took the time to threaten the little demon who had been to the human world, and took the trouble to get flower seeds from him.The flower was too fragile to survive in the soil of the devil world, so he had no choice but to try to improve it by incorporating his own blood.

It is obviously a flower that cannot be used in battle.

Obviously useless, fragile feelings.

The rain of flowers is still falling, and the cherry blossoms are like blowing snow, spreading a thin layer on the ground.Kurama just quietly looked at the boy who was kneeling on the ground and weeping silently.

The uneasiness of the soul was soothed, and after the violent tremor of loneliness that almost burned the soul, it disappeared with the night in such a beautiful scenery.The traveler who walked alone on the edge of the world finally found the end.

This peace of mind is my hometown.

"...Maybe, I want to stop your desire to go home." Kurama said: "If I can plant cherry blossoms for you, you will continue to stay here. Maybe I think so."

Too foul.

Already... I can't go away.

Yukimura Seiichi heard his heart beating so fast for the first time in hundreds of years.With a pale face, he stroked his chest, feeling the throbbing there again and again.Closed eyes are still full of crimson cherry blossoms, so beautiful and intoxicating.

For 500 years, countless fragments flashed one after another, and finally fell silent.The only thing left is the demon fox standing under the tree with his hands behind his back in Hua Fuxue, with flying silver hair and a peerless elegance.

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Yukimura Seiichi is such a stubborn person.Sensitive but strong enough to rival fate, gritting his teeth and abandoning everything, he can also struggle out of the whirlpool of fate and keep moving forward.Even if there is no road ahead, he can still cut through the thorns with his own knife and move forward all the way.

He is forever battling his own loneliness.

The smile on the corner of his lips was leisurely and brisk, it couldn't conceal the despair that was about to settle in his eyes.However, at this moment, someone pulled him, and rescued him from the endless fall just like he had crossed the cliff back then.

He thought, maybe he loves more deeply than he imagined.

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He woke up again from the dream, and this time he saw clearly.

On the wasteland of the Demon Realm, there is a blood-stained demon fox.

The author has something to say: so this is the last warmth.The next chapter will start to abuse, about [-] words will be finished at once, please don't be impatient... all the past is over.

In fact, I think the Lord has been away for too long, and the memory of the original world is blurred, but the first life is often the most impressive, especially after struggling for so many years in other places, struggling to survive, the more I yearn for the initial warmth.Such intense feelings are not buried in the chest, this cherry tree is just an introduction, a catharsis of feelings.

I think what I wrote should not be too abrupt, after all, in the long and deserted time, there are fewer and fewer people around Yaohu, and in the end only Yuan is left.From the exclusive desire and interest of "property" at the beginning, to appreciation and expectation, it has become a lonely and lonely person who comforts each other and keeps warm.It can be said that the status is gradually equalized.The master's name for the demon fox has been changed to Tibetan horse.

In fact, my writing has always been full of emotions, and I often want to express something with a literary style that vents my emotions.Hope to be able to convey it.

The following information is now available to the public

Lord's ability

Zanpakuto:

Initial solution

A period of liberation: Extinguish the five senses/illusory dreamland

Stage [-] Liberation: Let’s Fade - Sound of Calamity (Purification)

Three Stages of Liberation: Forest of Firefly

Bankai

unknown now

Ghost Dao: Binding Dao is easier than breaking Dao

Slash: Okita Souji's technique + virtual circle's actual combat + demon world's actual combat (you know)

White fight: slightly weaker in melee combat

Miscellaneous: knowledge about layout and tactics, spells in some ancient scrolls.

日常技能：网球（熟练度78/1）绘画（5/1）腹黑的微笑（1/1）无害度（1/1）