How do I get out of the Shura Field, who bumped into the ceiling

After the teaching of Dead Qi Flame at night, Wuzi severely criticized the excessive behavior of the master who caused misunderstandings to others.

"Ah, sorry, it's probably because of the nightmare I had before."

Master Zu still had a slightly fluttering expression in the night version, and said in a very classical tone.

"Did you dream of being frozen for thousands of miles by Pengo Lie?"

Wu Zi was a little curious.

Master's movements and expressions froze, and then he said with a dry smile: "Hehe, how, how come."

...It turned out to be true!

Wuzi thought it was funny, the tenth generation's goal of freezing thousands of miles really caused a serious psychological shadow on the master.Um, wait, when did the ancestors of this era see Judaime's move?Hasn't that trick been invented yet?

But Wu Zi quickly remembered that when the master first met him, he read another master's frozen memory, which was probably the psychological shadow at that time.

"It's really not what you think, although what you said is also a kind of nightmare."

The master explained in embarrassment.

"I dreamed... a long time ago, when the person I loved died, and my heart died along with it. It was very painful, and I didn't want to recall it, but repeated it in my dream again and again."

Important person?Wuzi remembers that Master Shizuo will still be a great magician in the future.Could it be something from a previous life?The master said that the memory of his previous life had a great influence on his personality.

Wuzi didn't know how to comfort him, it seemed that no way to comfort him was right.

Although he has many friends and some people who are very important to him, but the description of love is really too early for a child like him.And with such a heavy past, light words of comfort can't change anything.

"If you are sad, you can cry secretly. I heard that crying will make you feel better."

I just heard that Wuzi couldn't remember whether or when he cried.It seems to be there, and it seems not to be.

"But I don't want to forget."

The man sighed softly.

"Just cry, don't need to forget." Wuzi comforted, "Since you are someone you like, isn't it natural that you don't want to forget? You can think of this as climbing a mountain. It will be very uncomfortable to walk a long distance with a heavy backpack on your back, but you can Take a rest and climb again. You don’t need to lose your backpack, and you can slowly reach the top of the mountain with your backpack on your back.”

"Ah, is that so?" the man sighed, "It can also be like this, and you can carry it all the way to the top of the mountain."

Wuzi actually wanted to ask what kind of memory it was, but a good boy would not poke someone's sore spot at this time.

"It's okay," Wuzi said holding his hand, "If you can't walk, I'll take you by the hand. Even if you can't carry such a heavy load, Me can act as your eyes and guide you to move on." .”

The man didn't cry.

But he didn't let go.

Why does everyone know that French men are fickle and Italian men are passionate, but they still can't help but give them their sincerity?

Of course, because they know how to be considerate of others.When you are sad, do you want a straight man who likes you wholeheartedly but speaks harshly, or do you want a temporary companion who can comfort your heart and consider your feelings?

You clearly know that it is not the tenderness that belongs to you alone, but you still cannot refuse his words.

You just...really couldn't say no.

This time, Wu Zi dreamed.

Italy is full of war and flames, fighting people, dead people, blood and corpses, sorrow and regret.

Some fought for it, some died for it, some went on with nothing, and some got tired and wanted to leave.

That was... an inflection point of the times.

The self-defense regiment established to protect the country is in a fateful position.

"The war is over, we don't need to continue to expand."

Sitting at the top, wearing a dark brown windbreaker, the man with blond hair and orange-gold eyes said so.

"Our expansion will make other forces tense. Continued expansion and increase of troops. This cycle will only lead to new conflicts. In this way, the war will never be peaceful. To shrink our current existing forces, we must gradually let the people know, Our purpose is to protect, not destroy."

The war to protect the country is over, and it is time for those who took up arms to protect the country to lay down their arms, the leader believes.

"no!"

A man with short blue hair like the deep sea and wearing a military uniform punched the table.

"Doing that will only show the enemy our weakness, and they will attack! Are you going to put those of us who fought to stand in danger in order to quell the war?"

The man said with great emotion, as if he wanted to use his strong intentions to impress his leader to take back the order.

"You can't do this, Giotto, I know you are tired of war and death, but don't give up on us at this moment, we still need to take up arms and protect ourselves."

The young chief hesitated.

He did show a look of hesitation, but after thinking for a few seconds, he still insisted on his decision.

"I will let everyone pay attention to safety, but this is something that will happen sooner or later, D. We, Vongola, were created to protect, not to plunder. There will always be a day when we stop fighting. I think we must start preparing now. "

The man was extremely disappointed. He looked up at the others present, but found that everyone turned their eyes away and did not look at him.

……what.

It turned out that only I thought so.

It turned out that I was the only one who thought so. No one saw the danger in the future except me.

The man staggered back two steps, and finally turned and rushed out of the meeting room.

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…………

Wuzi scratched his face, um, although it is a little out of place, but, that hairstyle looks like a mushroom, huh?I know, this is what happened in the master's previous life, during Peng Gelie's founding.What happened from mushrooms to pineapples, so that fungi evolved into fruits?No, Master, don't you hate Mafia? You were either an M in your previous life... Well, well, that era should be called the Self-Defense Corps, which is more appropriate.No wonder you want the body of the tenth generation of Pengo Lie, this is a look of deep resentment.

Wu Zi continued to watch the following plot, the scene changed, and in the ruins of the artillery baptism, a tall, long-haired beauty was lying on the ground, seriously injured.

He saw that Vengley's first generation of Wushou, the only man who proposed the idea of ​​expansion, ran over, picked up the injured, and anxiously wanted to take her for treatment, but lost her after hearing her say goodbye.

Even if you can't hear the voice clearly, you can see his despair just by looking at the scene.

"if……"

A voice sounded behind Wu Zi.

That was the voice he had heard all the time in the past few days. It was low and slow, with an archaic pronunciation, like reciting a poem full of classical taste.

"If at that time, like now, I could comprehend the essence of death-qi flames, and be able to imitate the clear-attribute flames for treatment, it would be great."

The figure of a man appeared beside Wuzi.

Wuzi didn't look back, he knew where the man's regret came from.

He also had such regrets and thought that it would be great if he could patiently communicate with the doctor.

"If I can persist, even if I give up on the surface, I will actually do something..."

The man looked at the scene in front of him with remorse. This is probably the past that he will never forget and heart-wrenching.

"if--"

He wanted to say more, Wu Zi reached up and grabbed his hand.

He knew that this person didn't need to listen to other people's feelings at this time, he just needed someone by his side, that's all.

The scene changed again. This time, the young leader who firmly believed that he had chosen the right choice also showed pain and confusion.

Is he wrong?His hesitation caused the death of his companion. For the sake of future stability, he was too weak and sacrificed his companion's life under a wrong judgment.

But if we continue to expand and fight, more people will only die. At that time, Pengo Lie will become an uncontrolled monster, a huge monster that feeds on the lives of the people.

"Sorry. This is not what I wanted..."

A man named Giotto whispered softly at his friend's funeral.

The man saw it.

The man heard it.

Deep down, the man forgave his leader.

It's not the man's fault, he should have known, this is a man who is too gentle, he only took up arms to protect his friends and family, Giotto's nature is not suitable for fighting.

He shouldn't have forced such a gentle person to make a choice.He should have realized that, he should have—

—to make the choice for him.

There will always be people who want to be reviled by others, who will do disgusting things, and who will do whatever it takes to stain their hands with the blood of sin.

It should have been him, not Giotto, him.It was he who pushed his responsibility to Giotto to take it, and it turned into this situation.

It was he who killed the person he loved the most.

The man at the funeral turned his head sideways and looked at another person who clenched his fist after placing lilies on the coffin not far away.

He saw that person's gloomy face, and the deep and strong hatred and anger that touched his heart.

As if feeling his gaze, that person—Giotto's brother Sivnora, who is also the future Vongola II is looking towards him.

...not just me.

The man thought happily.

It's not that I'm unwilling and dissatisfied, it's not that I want revenge, it's not that I feel that Giotto made the wrong choice.

He is my true ally.

……

…………

Wuzi felt the hand he held before, pinching him tightly, wondering if it was to vent the hatred and pain in his heart?

"Eye for Eye, Blood for Blood,"

The man whispered in his ear.

"I know you're not like Giotto, you should understand."

Yes, Wu Zi understood.

but--

Yes, there is a but every time.

He will indeed swing his sharp blade at the enemy in order to protect his companions, but the boundary of protection is very delicate here.

When and how should we judge the hostility and aggression of others?

If they take the initiative to attack before others do it, the victim will turn into the perpetrator. I am afraid this is what the leader named Giotto does not want to happen.

But if the action is too slow, the victim will become his companion again.

No one is a god, monitor everything anytime, anywhere, and always make the most correct judgment one step ahead.

Where are the boundaries of this guideline?When is the right time to take action?Shouldn't Vengley be packaged as a dangerous and unoffensive behemoth?Even if the blood of innocent people is involved, as long as the most important person can be protected in the end, it is enough to protect the existence of Pengelie itself?

This is the biggest internal dispute in Pengelie's first generation.

However, no matter what kind of dispute it was, it was a matter of the distant past.

The past cannot be changed, people can only describe the present and the future.