[Comprehensive, British and American] Notes on trainee death becoming a regular

During the trials many years ago, Teresa, the trainee death god, picked up two bean curds in a cabin in the forest, so on her way to harvest souls, she gained two little tails, no, no, no, to be precise, only Misha has one, because Hannibal is the one who sees the way ahead.

"Can you find Klaipeda?" Teresa looked at the new place name that appeared on the parchment in her hand, and cast her blank gaze at Hannibal.

"..." Hannibal conditioned his body to tense up. Teresa's eyes were obviously calm and indifferent, but Hannibal would always feel nervous or afraid. Throwing it away mercilessly, he wanted to lie, but facing Teresa's eyes, he couldn't tell a lie.

"I can find, I, I will try to find it," Hannibal replied cautiously. This was the fifth day Teresa took them with him. And strangely dependent on her.

Hannibal thought about taking Misha to escape, but this is a land shrouded in war, leaving only barren land and empty houses. The traces of war have left this once beautiful land devastated and dilapidated. Hannibal I don't even know, can I really live a good life with Misha?

But with Teresa, they can at least have something to eat every meal, sometimes a little black bread, although the taste is not very good, but at least it can fill their stomachs, they have long since had no right to be picky, survival is the most important thing of.

In fact, they who followed Teresa even ate much better than when they were locked in the cabin. If they were lucky, they might even find some canned food in other people's homes.Hannibal thought Teresa would gobble up the cans to herself, like a robber in a cabin, but she didn't.

Except for her own little candy, she shared almost all the food with them equally, and sometimes even shared some more black bread with him and Misha. Hannibal was terrified the first time, he was Having seen human beings' thirst for food, he and Misha, in the final analysis, are two people with two mouths, and Teresa needs to feed them.

Hannibal has always been cautious, even sleeping carefully. He dare not sleep to death, occupy too much space, dare not eat too much, he is afraid that Teresa will feel that they are a burden and will leave them .

This is where Hannibal is contradictory. He is on guard against Teresa, yet he is dependent on this young girl. He doesn't understand her, but he is quietly observing her.

Teresa didn't talk much, she would just tell Hannibal her destination, and Hannibal would find the way, and then lead the way, he didn't dare to initiate a conversation with Teresa, as if he had run out of begging her to take them away With all his courage and strength, he tried hard to calm himself down and mature, but he was still just a 12-year-old child after all.

When he couldn’t find his way, he always felt anxious and irritable. Sometimes when he saw a village or a dead body affected by the war, he would cover Misha’s eyes, but he couldn’t cover his own. He dared not sleep Yes, when I close my eyes, it is the faces of those who died, and their faces will eventually become the faces of my parents.

Hannibal woke up again from a nightmare. Pressure and anxiety weighed heavily on his heart like two mountains, making this little boy tense for a long time. He woke up from the dream, bright and warm The fire was empty, and there was no one there.

Teresa, gone!

He saw his sleeping sister, her innocent sleeping face was flushed red by the light of the fire, but Hannibal broke out in a cold sweat, he immediately turned over and got up from the ground, deep anxiety and fear swept from the bottom of his heart When he came, he turned his head to look anxiously and blankly, there was no one, no one!

Teresa, abandon them?

Did she really abandon them? !

Really really, finally don't want them?

why?

Yes, is it because I didn't find Klaipeda today?

Hannibal's face suddenly turned pale, and his back was moist and cool. He was obviously beside a blazing fire, but he seemed to be in a cold ice cellar, surrounded by empty and quiet, the empty space It seemed as if a huge and terrifying beast was lurking in the depths of the forest, ready to pounce on you at any moment. Hannibal could only hear the beating of his own heart and the crackling of sparks jumping in the fire.

"Wake up..." With a silent sound, Hannibal jumped up in surprise, as if two springs were placed under his feet, he jumped up with a whoosh, and when he fell to the ground, his childish face was still There was a trace of childish grievance and pain on the small face.

Oops, I sprained my ankle!

Hannibal clenched his teeth, enduring the pain that reached the nerve tip, and he even tried not to show the pain, but the eyelashes trembling in the cold wind still exposed the child's true feelings.

Teresa blinked her eyes, raised her hand and easily lifted Hannibal up and sat down. Sitting next to him, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?" It seemed strange, Teresa saw Hannibal The thin sweat on Nibal's forehead.

"No..." Hannibal looked at Teresa's face, and suddenly wanted to cry. He never cried, and never dared to cry, because he is an older brother, and his parents are gone. He is Misha's pillar , he cannot show fear and weakness.

When the robbers looked at himself and his sister with the eyes of looking at the goods, Hannibal knew that people's eyes are complicated and contain many things. He has to learn to judge the current situation by looking at their eyes.

But Teresa's eyes were too serious, she seemed to really just ask him what's wrong, "It hurts..." Hannibal whispered a word, he raised his eyes to look at her tentatively, but saw Teri Sarah tilted her head even more confused.

"Where does it hurt?" She seemed to have discovered a new world, her dark pupils were extraordinarily bright under the light of the fire, they were really beautiful eyes, with a kind of depth that would sink in after a long time.

"I twisted my foot..." Hannibal blushed slightly, as if embarrassed, "But it's okay... I, uh... you, what are you doing?"

Teresa was lowering her head and sticking out a finger to poke his foot, and asked him with a small face, "Does it hurt?"

"...Well, it doesn't hurt," Hannibal shook his head honestly, "and, what I twisted was actually my left foot," Teresa poked her right foot.

"Oh," Teresa asked him again, twisting her fingers and poking at his ankle, "does it hurt?"

"A little bit." Hannibal nodded. "But it doesn't hurt very much."

"Oh," Teresa withdrew her hand, she tilted her head and thought for a while, Hannibal raised her voice anxiously before she could speak, "I'm fine, I'll be fine tomorrow, sure, I'll definitely find Clay tomorrow Peda's!"

Teresa opened her eyes and looked at Hannibal strangely. She blinked her eyes, as if she was a little puzzled by the sudden assurance. She let out a "huh" and suddenly reached out and grabbed Hannibal's calf and feet. Before he could react, he twisted hard.

These are the basic and simple tricks learned at the Death Academy.

"Huh?!" Hannibal was caught off guard and broke into a cold sweat. He moved his ankle carefully, and there was still some slight pain, but it was all tolerable.

"Thank you..." Hannibal looked at Teresa complicatedly, and he didn't understand her, but when he thought about it, Teresa was actually very kind to him and Misha, but it was because the first meeting left too much impression. It was profound, so Hannibal always had a kind of awe for Teresa in his heart.

"Well," Teresa took out a small candy from her pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, threw the candy into her mouth, and then threw the candy wrapper into the fire. Hannibal watched the fire gradually The melted candy wrapper gradually initiated a daze.

Teresa looked at Hannibal in awe. She looked over and happened to see the last corner of the candy wrapper melted. She tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she was fighting with herself. Teresa pursed her lips, and finally said slowly He took out a small candy from his pocket.

Handing it to Hannibal, she looked down at him, and patted Hannibal's head awkwardly like Beatrice patted her, "Here, be good, feel good."

Teresa felt that Hannibal was not as obedient as Misha. Misha asked him to eat obediently, and Misha told him to eat well, and he asked him to sleep well, but Hannibal was different. He was not so obedient. Come down, or refuse to let him sleep, he will say that he must keep vigil if he does not sleep, sleeps restlessly, and often wakes up.

Hannibal stared blankly at Teresa, his throat was a little dry, with a hint of disbelief, "Is it for me?"

According to his observations, Teresa has an unimaginable enthusiasm for sweets, and she also has a stubborn preference for sweets. She will share food with them, but she will not give them candies, as if she does not have too many candies herself Well, Hannibal woke up several times at night and saw Teresa quietly counting the number of candies, and counting several times.

"Well, don't you like it?" Teresa tilted her head, is there anyone who doesn't like small candies?

"No, I like it very much, thank you." Hannibal hurriedly closed his hands and held the candy in his palm. He hadn't peeled it off and ate it, but he felt the sweetness all the way to the bottom of his heart.

Teresa, it seems that it is not as big as he imagined, Hannibal closed his eyes and thought in a daze.

Unlike Hannibal, Hannibal's younger sister, Misha, is more clingy to Teresa. A child of her age is always simple and direct. Misha knows that it was Teresa who saved her and her brother. Teresa gave her food, and it was Teresa who took them away from the war and protected them. Misha didn't think as much as Hannibal, so naturally, she acted very dependent on Teresa.

Sometimes when Hannibal was looking for the way or leading the way, Misha would stay by Teresa's side, and even refuse the hand extended by her brother, and pull Teresa's cloak horn, following her like a little tail. behind Teresa.

The next morning, when Hannibal handed the little candy he got to Misha, he realized that his sister had already eaten the little candy.

"My sister gave it to me." Misha pushed Hannibal's hand back, "Brother, eat."

"When?" Hannibal couldn't help showing a little surprise in his eyes.

"Yesterday's yesterday," Misha replied honestly.

"Then sister, do you still want candy?" Hannibal asked.

Misha shook her head, "I want sister Teresa to give it to me, but she gave it to you, brother, so brother eats it." Misha narrowed her eyes and smiled, her golden hair was shining in the sun, like a little girl. As cute as an angel.

At this time, Teresa unfolded the parchment, and saw a name in the special task list in the task bar that was darkened in red, Misha Klett.

Special tasks: People who should die but escape death due to various reasons or special means.

"Misha Clater?" Teresa murmured the name in a low voice, and Misha who was in front of her heard it. She looked up at Teresa, "Sister Teresa, are you calling me?"

Teresa blinked, she met Misha's pure brown eyes, her face was confused, "You, is that you?"

"Yes! I'm Misha Kleite," Misha pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, looking very happy, "It's very similar to Teresa's sister's name!"

Teresa looked at Misha, and her dull brain began to turn slowly. She wanted to understand why Misha was still alive, because of her.

Because she, Teresa, is the god of death, and Misha is under her protection, so she will pass by death, maybe earlier... When she knocked on the door and took away the Clayton brothers and sisters, Misha's death Just paused because of her intervention.

Pause, but will not stop, the footsteps of death will still slowly approach Misha, even if she will not die by the robber's knife, she will die for other reasons, but because Hannibal took her with Thailand Teresa's side, so her death was delayed infinitely until it exceeded the reserved time frame, and finally became a special task in Teresa's list.

No one can escape the pursuit of death.

nobody.

Teresa stared at Misha, she trusted her 100%, so Teresa could feel how much this child trusted her.

Teresa pursed her lips, as if she was angry with someone, she squatted down and turned her back to Misha.

Misha blinked. She sensitively sensed something was wrong with Teresa, and ran over to Teresa on her short legs, "Sister Teresa, what's wrong with you?"

Teresa hugged her knees and said nothing, she buried her head and looked at her toes, like a pitiful big black ball.

Hannibal went to ask for directions, leaving only Misha and Teresa waiting in place. Hearing Misha's inquiry, Teresa raised her head in a daze. She stared at Misha, and her eyes suddenly fell on Misha's neck. A meal on the scar is almost there.

Misha almost died.

Teresa lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, can she do it?

It seems that it can't be done.

The course in the Death Academy said that the responsibility of the God of Death is to harvest souls, and human beings are their mission goals. If there is a fetter, they will hesitate when cutting the knife. The name of the course is "The Essential Relationship between God of Death and Human Beings" .

It was a class where Teresa often dozed off. She took the other classes very seriously. Only in this class, she dozed off several times, so she couldn't remember the most important point.

Don't get involved with humans.

It was all the fault of that dumb boy a few days ago!What to do now! ?

Teresa thought distressedly, if she could do it all over again, back to the day when they met, if she hadn't knocked on the wooden door, she wouldn't have saved Misha and Hannibal, if she hadn't saved Hannibal and Misha... Sha...she wouldn't be tied to them. If there was no tie, she would be able to harvest Misha's soul logically.

But... Teresa blinked, and suddenly remembered, looking back at the hourglass, it was gone.

Corrected Apprentice Reaper's wrong hourglass of time, which she had already used.

The author has something to say: Dai Bao: So, so...

Misha: I like sister Teresa the most!

Artest: Well... Daibao is so hard~ The trial is really difficult.

Misha: I like sister Teresa the most!

Teresa: Whoops!It's all the fault of the previous Daibao, and has nothing to do with the current Daibao!

Misha: I like sister Teresa the most!

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Ah Yue: This chapter is mainly about memories.