[Comprehensive Manga] time and time

Time and space are vast.

It also has numerous branches.

But would you believe that there is only one of me?

He doesn't have Bai Lan's ability to travel through parallel worlds, and he doesn't know what he is like in other worlds.

Perhaps there were other loved ones, and children were born with other people.

But, it has nothing to do with him, does it?

It's just because he in other worlds didn't meet her, so he took another path, and he in this world met her, which is the greatest luck.

That piece of rose, bright red and bright.

It catches the eye at first glance.

That rose will bloom forever.

Never wither and wither.

At the beginning, I knew your uneasiness, so I locked you by my side with tenderness.

Call him cunning, at least he caught it.

But I forgot, you can't catch it.

Even if I live in this ring, as soon as you approach, I will be able to detect it and wake up immediately.

——As long as you are here.

But it took a long time to wait.

The ring was passed down through ten generations.

Originally, he hoped that his descendants would never come into contact with this mafia world again, because after he abdicated, Pengo Lie was already different. Contrary to his expectations, he paved the way back with blood. Although he became a huge existence, But it was like his sin.

But this crime was ultimately his own doing.

So the younger generation will be dragged in, it is expected.

He woke up when he felt her breath, and the familiar smile made his long-silent heart beat fast again.She is still the same as in memory, so gentle, so...young.

Time has left no trace on her body, perhaps only the soul has changed.

--do you remember me?

He could only get out of the ring at night and land beside her bed and watch her quietly.

I know you remember me.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be so kind to that child, as if you were treating your own child, as if... you were trying to compensate someone.

When Ji Zong was young, like ordinary children, he would cry for a mother, and some people persuaded him to remarry and give Zong Ji a mother.

But if...he would do this, she wouldn't have died to give birth to a child, would she?

Once it is established from the beginning, it will not change again.Will not betray, even alone.Will not forget, even in death.

He also knew that what Ji Zong wanted was his mother, not a substitute.

"Ji Zong, your mother gave you her life." He gently rubbed his child's head, and said softly, "So she has always been by your side, right by your side."

At that time, Ji Zong was ignorant, and although he didn't understand the meaning of his words, he nodded sensiblely.Then as he grew up, he gradually stopped mentioning this matter.

Because he grew up, because he understood.

Because he inherited his super intuitive.

"I am happy." Ji Zong said to him with a soft smile, and gently held his hand, "so father is also happy."

Yoshimune Sawada understood.

It's not that she knew that her mother had exchanged her life for him.

He just got it.

His father, more painful than he who grieves for not having a mother.

Because he has never met, he just longs for it.

If you have never owned it, it will not be so painful, and even as you grow up, you will feel that this is actually nothing, at most it is just an envy.

But because I have had it, it is not just a desire.

Because I have had it, it is hard to remember, so it is painful.

Even without a mother, Yoshimune Sawada has an excellent father, and he is proud of him.

So...it doesn't matter if it's just the father.

"Your mother is my light."

Yoshimune Sawada just laughed when he said that.

"Then the father must also be the light of the mother."

She had indeed said this to him.

Did he save her?

Or the other way around.

Is she giving him warmth?

- just really love you.

He picked up the paintbrush, wanting to paint her appearance, wanting to show Jizong and their children how beautiful his mother is.

But I picked up the pen a few times, but still put it down.

He has no way to paint a portrait of her again, even the portrait he once painted of her stayed in Italy.

Because in his mind, there were only the sad eyes when she left, the tears that gradually fell, and the hand that he couldn't hold.

No matter how many portraits you draw, what can you do?

No matter how similar the painting is, it is just a painting.

So several times when he picked up the pen, he only drew a rose on the scroll.

Bright red.

beautiful.

Everlasting.

--rose.

Every time Ji Zong would put away his paintings, and then suddenly spoke one day. "This is the one hundred and first rose painted by my father. My father really likes roses."

101 roses, the 101st time I want to paint you.

He stared blankly at the finished rose in front of him, and smiled slightly bitterly.

Time is really a good thing, it can make people forget.

Rose has a slightly fuzzy texture, just like the image of you in my mind.

It's not that I have forgotten, but I still remember it hard.

It's just been too long, too long...

The eternity I thought was not eternity after all.

He moved and sat on the wooden bench, watching Ji Zong put his painted scroll into the room, and looked at the roses planted around him.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

Before dying, he clearly pictured her posture in his mind for the last time.

——Never forget.

— I swear to you.

What he made with the ring was a soul contract, so after his death he returned to the ring, and in the posture of a soul, he returned to the appearance she had when she signed the contract with the ring.

Instead, the ring went around and returned to his blood, the hand of this little Vongola Judaimu.

This is the kid who always said "I don't want to be a mafia".

This is a child who seems to be very similar to him between the eyebrows.

Will you explain by his side that this child will inherit my will?

Or in other words, from the very beginning, are you desperately wanting to give birth to offspring for me just for this child?

He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead while she was sleeping.

Because it is a soul body, there is no worry that she will find out at all.

But now he is only a soul, so he no longer has a body to hug her.

Then let me look at you like this, as long as I look at you like this.

After he unlocked the power of the ring, he fell into a short sleep.

Maybe it's just that I don't want to face your departure again.

But the power of the earth crushed the ring, forcing him to wake up.

The momentary pain is not comparable to the expression you showed in front of you, saying sorry to me.

--do not say sorry.

He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he couldn't even do such a simple movement, he could only pass on the flames, wanting to warm her.

In fact, when the Avenger took the key, he put both his and her memories in it.

So Tsunayoshi Sawada and the others saw not only his and Cozart's past.

Among the memories are images of her quietly leaning in his arms, and memories of when she left after giving birth.

So one day Tsunayoshi Sawada will know the truth, which is just inevitable.

[Can you find her? 】

Sawada Tsunayoshi asked him so.

And at this time, it has been a full six years since she left again.Different from saying "goodbye" the first time, and saying "thank you" the second time, this time, she left nothing behind.

She would live on, perhaps just as he did.

But maybe he can't be asleep like him, but awake.

This is the most painful.

Sawada Tsunayoshi freed him from the ring, and he assumed the contract with the ring on his behalf, and let him go to her.

Can you find it?

Why not?

She, too, has a soul contract with the ring, and they are already connected.

Now, even more so.

"The worlds you have been to and the things you have participated in are just a dream I gave you."

He saw the man say that to her, giving her eternal hell.

He saw that her dark eyes had lost their luster, and she was extremely lonely.

but--

How could it be a dream?

"Axi," he said softly, making the back of the woman sitting like a puppet stiffen, and then slowly turned her head.There seemed to be fluctuations in the dark eyes, and then they gradually closed.

He reached out and touched her cheek lightly, and the real touch made her open her eyes again.

He gently embraced her in a daze, and kissed her cheek.

"It's not a dream, I'm right here, isn't it?"

She didn't speak, but stretched out her hand, and hugged him gently, as if a warm liquid had soaked the place where she leaned against him.

"Ashi" he called her name softly.

Citria, was the name he had given her.

But he is also Sawada Ieyasu, so she is also Sawada Nozomi.

"Ash," he called again.

Remember what the power of your fire is?

Remember the soul contract you made?

"Axi..." He stretched out his hand, ran across her hair, and hugged her tightly.

He didn't catch her.

He's got her.

【Don't let go anymore】

Our souls are connected, so as long as you exist, I exist.

For eternity, a person is too sad.

In terms of eternity, if two people face it together, they may be able to support each other.

"I love you"

So, I accompany you.