Super power krypton gold [Comprehensive]

"……stable?"

"Is it... Qingguang?"

Two different voices, with the same surprise, confusion and disbelief, said very similar words at the same time.

Although both of them are handsome young men, at this moment, the unique and meaningful sense of nostalgia in their words seems to have the weight of hundreds of years of precipitation.

"..."

And I was caught between the two, holding one with each hand, and the two sides were tightly held together as if they were welded together. At first glance, I looked like a winner in life who hugged left and right.

In reality, however, I should be a brilliant oversized light bulb.

"...Well, how about I get out of the way and ask the two male guests to hold hands?"

"Eh? No need!"

Qing Guang was startled when he heard the words, and held me back like a conditioned reflex, "Don't let go, in case the other party takes the opportunity to swallow me—"

Before he could say the last word "Go", I just felt my vision go dark, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on my head.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that the petals of the red flower suddenly grew several feet, sweeping in like countless wet red tongues, winding away like a snake, and engulfing Qingguang, An Ding, and Enqi. All the chains hanging from the sky are wrapped in it.

"Varied……?!"

It was too late to take any measures, and there was only darkness in front of my eyes.

I only had time to let out a half-sounding indistinct scream, and then I felt that my feet were empty, and my whole body was falling into the impenetrable and bottomless darkness.

……

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……

"Cy? Are you all right, Si?"

I don't know how long it took—maybe it was just a short second, I opened my eyes amidst Qingguang's worried call, and raised my head to look around blankly.

With just one glance, I knew that this place was not reality.Under the dazzlingly bright sky, a fantasy landscape that I had never seen before spread out before my eyes.

Looking around, the row upon row of steel forests in Tokyo have disappeared. There are only rows of low wooden one-story houses, which seem to extend to the end of the horizon. It is the scenery of Edo a hundred years ago.

"........."

My temples throbbed with pain, and I suddenly had the illusion that I had suddenly entered a strange dream.

"Here, what exactly is..."

"Well, I'm weird too."

Qingguang stretched out a hand and asked me to stand up slowly with his palm, "Before you woke up, the state of the illusion was very unstable. In fact, I... saw the Ikeda House, the night market where I was trafficked, And... the dark, empty apartment room..."

With a bang, I felt my heart hit my chest heavily.

Obviously, not only Qingguang, but also my memories—the shadows and fears buried deep in my heart, also merged into this illusion.

(No, wait a minute.)

(Is the scenery in the illusion naturally generated or artificially designed? If it is artificially designed, then why does Yamada know my memory...)

"In my opinion, Yamada probably has no energy left to set up the illusion, and swallowing three people at once is beyond his expectations. He can't control three people with the same scene. As long as one person gets rid of the interference and finds the exit, we can break the illusion .Look, the difficulty has been greatly reduced?"

Probably aware of my gloomy complexion, Qingguang quietly avoided the topic, and while looking around, speculated earnestly and intently.

"In desperation, he didn't know who to control first. Looking at the situation, he should have chosen the familiar An Ding in the end."

"That is to say, he wants to take the stability that has just regained consciousness back into his hands..."

I frowned worriedly, "No. We have to find An Ding and take him out of here together. Qingguang, do you know what this place is?"

"..."

Maybe it's my illusion.

Facing this question, Qing Guang's eyes instantly showed unspeakable bitterness.He didn't answer for several seconds, and an awkward silence passed between the two of us.

"I know, of course. Although, this is the place I couldn't reach together in the end."

When he spoke again, the young man's clear and lively voice was mixed with a bit of wry smile, like a drooping scorching flower branch under the heavy weight of frost and snow. It sounded gloomy and slightly tired, hardly like himself.

"Don't worry, Sis."

But he quickly changed his words and comforted me, "Even if it's An Ding, it's impossible to be confused by the same scene twice. We just need to wait for him to sort out his mood, and then go to meet him together."

"meet……?"

I repeated in a low voice, puzzled.

Qing Guang didn't answer, just nodded at me in a reassuring way, then turned around first, and strode forward along the endless long street.

"Huh? Wait a minute, where is this going..."

(Shame, if I knew it, I would have watched more historical dramas!)

Knowing that this must be a scene that both Qingguang and An Ding knew well, I regretted my lack of historical knowledge in my heart, while catching up quickly in a panic.

……

……

"........."

The answer is simpler than imagined, and revealed faster than imagined.

The origin and meaning of this scene, when Qingguang led me into a private house, turned into a clear and unmistakable fact, engraved into my heart with the heat of tears.

Whether it's heavy weight or burning corrosiveness, it's like pouring mercury into my heart.

Until this moment, I didn't really understand where the shadow in Qingguang's pupil came from.

"—Here is the place where 'that person' died on the sick bed."

Qing Guang didn't look sideways, still only threw me a thin and lonely back, and said so in an astonishingly indifferent tone.

"I think that Yamada used this scene to confuse An Ding, making him miss him, stop and linger, and eventually be trapped in it for a long time."

"After all, An Ding really likes 'that person'."

"........."

I am speechless.I am not the judge of the two, and I am unable to intervene in that heavy history, so I am not qualified to speak here to comfort them.

California Qingguang, and Yamato Shou'an.

Commonly known as the "Okita Group", it once belonged to the sword of the genius swordsman Okita Soji at the end of the Edo period.

In that turbulent era, they accompanied their master through death and birth, and went through the bloody storm again and again.Until the end, Qingguang broke the tip of the knife in the battle of Ikedaya, and An Ding watched as the chief executive was tortured by illness day after day, and he was irretrievably approaching the end of his life.

Although the endings are different, they are the same sad swords left in the world.

"Ah, that's..."

As soon as I walked through the courtyard, I immediately noticed with sharp eyes that the sliding door of a Japanese room facing the courtyard was opened.

Through the not very spacious gap, one of them can be seen lying on the tatami, and the other is sitting upright on the side. The water-colored feathers are reminiscent of the clear blue sky after the rain.

"It's stability."

Qing Guang stopped me who was eager to go forward with one hand, "Let's not disturb him, walk over slowly."

"But, in case An Ding indulges in it again..."

"It's all right, Sissy. Come closer and listen to what he's saying to 'that person'."

"...?"

I stepped lightly with suspicion, and approached the corridor as much as possible without attracting An Jing's attention—but I soon discovered that this was just unnecessary, because he was completely focused on the "chief director" in front of him, and had no time to care about others.

"And then, Okita-kun..."

"Well, something like this happened."

"That's right. It's funny that he said something like, 'I'm a big fan of Okita-kun~'? What a weird guy. Haha."

Unexpectedly, I heard An Ding laughing.

I doubted my hearing for a moment, but no matter how intently I listened, there was no doubt that he was smiling.

Light and lively, just like all teenagers, the laughter liberated from all shackles and barriers reminds people of the refreshing wind after the rain.

The "General Manager" didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and An Ding didn't care about it, and just talked happily on his own.

It didn't take me long to realize that he was talking about everything he'd been through since he emerged.He talked about the spiritual judge who claimed to be "the chief's true fan" with a unique style of painting, and also talked about the "thousands of miles of rivers and mountains" he took with him.

"Okita-kun."

In the end, An Ding bowed his head deeply, deeply, as if wanting to sum up this rambling speech.

"I've seen this world. With my own eyes, I can see clearly the world that Okita-kun loves so much... until the end, the world that Okita-kun is reluctant to part with."

"So... Sorry, maybe I have to stay in this world for a while. Before I really come back to you, Okita-kun, can you please wait a little longer?"

Then, before we could call him out, An Ding quickly untied the hairband that tied the ponytail, put the water-colored feathers that symbolize the Shinsengumi over his shoulders, and stood up straight.

"Well, are you done talking?"

Qing Guang raised his chin with one hand on his hips, turned his gaze to one side, and asked An Ding pretending to be nonchalant.

"Really, I'm in a cold sweat. I thought you forgot the time limit and planned to keep talking about it until the end of the world."

(...What are you talking about, you are obviously very reassuring about him...)

"Sorry, sorry, because there's a lot to say."

An Ding naturally couldn't hear my slander, and immediately apologized with a cheerful smile:

"Even though I know this is not the real Okita-kun, I still want to tell him my experience these days. A peaceful world without wars, a world where you don't need to hold a knife and can play happily with children... I have been thinking, what if Okita-kun It would be nice if we could take a look together. Is he working so hard for this kind of world?"

"You are so troublesome. You know that person can't hear you."

Qing Guang turned his face away and murmured.

"It's okay, it's just what I want to say. And this time, I also want to say goodbye to Okita-kun, and then make a promise to meet again."

As An Ding said this, he raised his head and looked at the sky quietly, "Before that, my trip is not over yet, and I still have to complete the agreement with the God Judge."

"Oh oh oh~ Is that right? I'm so happy, Anji, you—"

"My God-inspector is very interesting. So is Qingguang. If you are interested, do you want to jump over here?"

An Ding briskly dropped the joke, and immediately turned around with his hand on the handle of the knife, and once again leaned respectfully towards "Shoji Okita" who was on the sick bed.

——That must not be to the illusion, but to say goodbye to "Okita-kun" engraved in his memory.I think.

"Goodbye, Okita-kun."

"The days when I was your sword and used by you, I was really happy, and I will never forget it."

"Because of this... I can't stay here any longer. This kind of false dream is also an insult to Okita-kun. No matter who it is, I will not allow him to trample on your life."

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……

After a few minutes.

After An Ning and Qing Guang regained their mood, we found the exit of the illusion easily, and the three of us returned to reality together unscathed.And what awaits me there is——

"Master!!!!!!"

Undoubtedly, it is Dragon Witch's roar in black and bold.It is a real shame that this typeface cannot be represented through narrative.

——What, you ask me why I can hear the font from the voice?

—Rhetoric, it's just a rhetoric.

"You stupid, naive, troublesome, idiot Master!!!"

Every comma of Joan was like a chestnut hitting me on the forehead, but she didn't seem to be relieved, she simply grabbed my shoulder and shook me violently, shaking me until I was dizzy, and I could almost hear the brains scrambling back and forth sound.

"You actually jumped into a dangerous situation without authorization, what are you thinking? I have already warned you to be careful, you are still so reckless, clumsy, and careless, there is no cure!!!"

"Wait a minute, alter kiss...you seem to have a very rich vocabulary today..."

"That's right. After all, alter is quite worried, and she will inevitably become incoherent with anger."

The Cave King lightly exposed Joan's concern (covered under the roar and scolding), and at the same time took her hand off my shoulder as if nothing had happened-at the same time, he quietly intervened between me and the Okita group. In between, it may be that I feel too close to other people's abilities, which is somewhat suspected of NTR.

"It's getting late, Master. Ever since you were engulfed, Yamada withdrew his ability to stop us, probably because he expected that we would not be able to leave you behind and continue to pursue, and planned to take the opportunity to escape."

The Cave King said so, but his expression was unhurried, and he even reached out to fumble for cigarettes and lighters in the cloak.Joan Alter rolled her eyes at him, and Enkidu reminded him "be careful of forest fires" with a pleasant face, and he reluctantly gave up the idea.

"However, don't worry."

The Cave King continued, holding a cigarette in one hand, "Although you are wearing a lot, the other party's abilities are also close to exhaustion. If this continues, the holy sword of the Sun Knight can only be used to boil water."

"...Don't patronize and laugh at others."

But I am not as confident and optimistic as he is. After all, I am not a happy boy who always laughs, "Does this also mean that your treasure 'tiger, get up,' will soon become 'cat, collapse down' ' already?"

Cave King: "..." ←Because this metaphor is too vivid, the hand holding the cigarette can't help trembling slightly.jpg