[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

The dark night is like a dark blue blanket, slowly spreading across the sky.The starlight inlaid on it was scattered, and a cold and chilly atmosphere permeated the air.In the late night and the dream, every family is peaceful and safe.The canopy is filled with a desolate cold light, and the swaying branches make rustling sounds.

The silver-haired demon fox stood on top of the street lamp, looking indifferently at the dim flowing clouds in the distance.Memories were buried in flames, and what was frozen in his heart gradually melted, and he could only stare at the windows that hadn't been closed since he moved across.

He was already looking for a reason, and after knowing everything, he could no longer kill him.Such heavy protection and following have made him fully understand what he wants.

Suddenly, he felt a dark force drifting from it.

"...What's going on?" Kurama's slender fingers landed on the glass, but he hesitated for a while after turning over lightly and landing on the window sill.But the waves that became stronger one after another made him a little flustered for no reason, and finally he opened the window and jumped into the room that was sprinkled with clear light.

Yukimura, who was leaning on the side of the bed wearing only the shirt of his school uniform, was very strange.

Sweat soaked the soft hair, sticking to the jade-white forehead and ears, the right hand grabbed the heart, and then tightened, the shirt was wrinkled.There was a faint trace of black air rising from the neatly trimmed nails. Perhaps it could be said that his whole body was covered in that layer of black air. If it wasn't for the last spiritual protection, he would be eaten away.

The desk lamp next to it was still on, but flickered on and off.

Tolerated gasps and soft moans overflowed the beautifully shaped lips.

The demon fox, who completely forgot the purpose of coming here, walked up to him, stretched out his hand and tentatively touched his cheek.When that layer of black energy came into contact with Zangma's monster power, it greedily entangled itself, and Zangma snuffed it out with a twist of his hand.

"This kind of malice that seems to be materialized...what happened?"

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Purifying the black mud in the Holy Grail is not so easy.

Although Yukimura said that Zanpakuto has a part of the ability to purify, but that purification is based on the cost of most of the elimination and part of himself.But he hasn't used it much, and he's not very familiar with the limitations of this ability.The only remaining amount of evil in this world is a very terrifying amount for the human body, so his Zanpakutō suppresses it in the deepest door of his heart on weekdays.

The premise of suppression is his inner strength.

Undoubtedly, the incident with Zangma was enough to make holes in his deepest defenses.

But now, Yukimura, who is shaking, is repeating the final ending infinitely in his dream, and repeating the simulation of the current situation countless times.

The cold and arrogant demon fox frowned, and all the messy cold war emotions were left behind by him. He lifted Yukimura's body that was about to collapse with one hand, put his head on his shoulder, and released his demon power to test his current state. Condition.

"Idiot, to be entangled in this kind of thing...Wake up." He carefully touched the boy's face with his palm, the boy's brows were slightly frowned, he seemed very unsteady, and the painful voice was tightly suppressed in his throat .

This is a very insecure posture, even if it is pain, he will not say it, and he licks the wound alone.

Suddenly there was a pain in the heart, the silver-haired demon fox with lowered eyes calmly touched Yukimura's forehead with the corner of his forehead, and found that it was unbelievably hot.The black air had already enveloped him, but the demon fox's heart was strong and unshakable, the black air could not penetrate it, it could only linger.

Seems like a nightmare.

Pulling his hand and pouring in the demonic energy, Zang Ma, who was trying to resonate with the demonic power of the same source, dispelled some of the malice that came out, but the symptoms were not cured.If things go on like this, sooner or later...

"The only way is to enter the dreamland..." Kurama once heard in the Demon Realm that there is a group of people called Mengmeng, who have the power to allow people to enter the dreamland, but this is already 300 years ago. Since the Demon Realm After a catastrophe, he disappeared.There doesn't seem to be anything for that function in his plants either.

Entering a dream is a very dangerous thing.

The spirit does not exist in the body, but changes with another person's dream, and if you die in it, you are really dead.Generally no yokai is willing to let the spirit out of the body.

On the contrary, Kite did have a trick called 'Unreal Dreamland' before.

If used in reverse, it may be able to achieve this effect.But the only possibility... Kurama's golden eyes flickered slightly, and he saw Kaga Kiyomitsu lying on the side, emitting a faint light.

Without hesitation, Kurama drew out the Zanpakutao, and slashed at his wrist without changing his face. The sharp knife cut open the blood vessel, and dark blood flowed down the blade. In order to help him change form, so the same source of demon power tried to control the knife by force.

Very messy approach.

"Is there not enough blood?" On the white wrist of the Tibetan horse, the hideous wound has begun to heal slowly under the strong resilience of the monster. Feeling very painful, he suppressed the malice that was also eating away at his demon power, stroked his hair with bloody fingers, as if to appease the young man who was restless in his dream.

The demon fox has always considered everything well, and this is the only time in his life that he has been so reckless.

Kaga Kiyomitsu seemed to have recognized the power that did not belong to the master, and began to backlash violently. The smile on the corners of Yaohu's lips, which swallowed a mouthful of blood with a muffled grunt, was widening, and it was almost successful.

He is gambling, and the gambling demon sword is conscious.

Bet he has the heart of a savior.

"Hey, Kaga Kiyomitsu, I'm here to save your master."

"Lend your strength... to me."

The vibration of the blade gradually became stronger, and the demon fox who had been contending with the blade felt gradually relieved.

"...take out my spiritual body and send it into his dream." Knowing that this kind of opportunity may only be once, Kurama continued.The blood on the wrist continued to drain, and the blade gradually glowed red.It really is a bloodthirsty demon sword, its murderous aura is absolutely extraordinary...

He thought, in this life, there are really people who he can save regardless of his care.

There really are people who can make him throw away all calculations.

This should be... love.

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Waking up in a place full of white mist, the demon fox tried his body, feeling light and nothing.This is in a dream.

The world in front of me is gradually peeling off, and the newly formed world has a large area of ​​thick and colorful color blocks, which are bright but hopeless.The blazing fire invaded the entire sky, turning the broken world upside down, and the setting sun reflected in the retina like blood.

Once again, he saw a beautiful but sad smile, like a mirror in a mirror, illusory and clear, disappearing into the other side of the dream.

There are countless scenes after the collapse before his eyes, even if he meets each other but does not know each other; he is clearly in love but has nowhere to go; , watching the young man walk away, his expression gradually became blank.

There are countless choices and countless endings, but these times in the dream are tragedies.

Cherry blossoms wither and wither.

The rose no longer blooms.

Spring goes and spring comes, day and night, waiting in place but not seeing the return.

Hatred each other, the final battle, but the boy avoided his vitals at the last moment.

……

After weeping blood, the tears gradually dry.

When all the dust settled, Zangma stood at the pale crossroads.Everything around him was terrifyingly empty, only the young man standing in front of him was the same as before.

"……kite."

"...Is it Mr. Kurama? Did you come to kill me?" He tilted his head and laughed.

The young man's dark blue toga fluttered in the turbulent wind, and standing in front of him was a silver-haired demon fox in a white battle suit.Obviously such matching colors, but they are like looking at each other through a mirror.The palm prints on the palms are so similar, but it seems that they will take different paths in the next second, and they will gradually drift away from then on.

"I would be happy if I died at the hands of Mr. Kurama. After all... living too long, you will always feel a little world-weary." The boy's eyes were completely tired.

"I'm carrying too much and I'm too tired. Permanent relief...isn't it a good idea."

"...don't die." Zangma pursed his lips and said in a loud voice.

"……why?"

"If you want to die, I will not let you do so. You have to remember that this is my punishment for you, and I will punish you for living forever."

Kurama, who spoke such harsh words, hugged him surprisingly gently in his arms.The boy with trembling pupils raised his head in disbelief, looking at the familiar face, there was indeed no trace of murderous intent in Zangma's thin golden eyes, but a bit of gentleness after melting ice and snow.

Since the fusion with human beings, the tenderness that has been engraved in the bones.

"I won't kill you, I couldn't do it back then...how can I do it now."

"Really, I will take it seriously when I say it so firmly."

"...don't trust my words?"

"Anyway, it's a dream." There was a faint light in the boy's eyes, but it dimmed slightly at this moment. "However, I have no regrets to hear you say such words in the last dream reincarnation."

"It's not a dream, it's reality." Zangma put his hand on his neck, his pulse was beating, very real.

It is impossible for a person in a dream to have such a real body temperature and heartbeat.Yukimura raised his head in surprise, suddenly thought of a possibility, and said in a daze, "Could it be...you..."

"From now on, your life is not yours. Since you once said you were born for me, then from now on, the rest of your life will be lived for me."

"If you think the sin is too heavy, then I will bear the rest with you. That is what I deserve." Kurama's golden eyes contained the deepest meaning, he stroked his soft hair, and continued Said: "We've been accomplices since before, haven't we?"

"Come out of the dream, and stay with me." Kurama said, "I will plant cherry blossoms for you forever."