[Tutor Skylark] The blue sky is like glass

?...Maybe, he couldn't tolerate the feeling of being looked down upon by others.

That woman, looking at him with that "so you are this kind of person" eyes, seriously violated his dignity.If it were anyone else, he would teach that person on the spot until he felt comfortable, but that woman had been with him briefly some time ago.He promised her that he would guard the prototype box, in exchange for her not being entangled with her organization anymore.

He doesn't care if the organization behind her becomes a hindrance, he commits because he agrees with her principles.The weak guy also has a strong way of self-protection and survival.

That should be respected.

After the woman misunderstood him, he was very upset and felt like he had suffered a big loss.Even teaching her a lesson, or simply ignoring her, couldn't get rid of that depressing sense of frustration.And Skylark always likes to speak with actions, so he simply brought her here and asked her to open her eyes to see clearly—what exactly is he doing.

He approached the antique window again, raised the veil-like curtain with his long fingers, and looked down, the tall figure sank into the depths of the greenery, the morning breeze was coming, the branches and leaves were high and low, her shadow was among the branches Jumpy.

The wind brushed the hair on his forehead, and the fluffy hair fluttered.

……

When Hibari Kyouya came down, she happened to meet Mitrell who had finished her morning run.

The mountain wind makes the layers of branches and leaves rise and fall for a while, the leaves rustle, and the dew and broken leaves fall one after another.Mitrell, who was covered in sweat, naturally didn't mind being messed up, but when she looked up, she suddenly saw a slender figure appearing in front of the path, and she was a little surprised to stop.

She stared at him for a while, not sure whether to speak first, she wiped her face with her sleeve stiffly, and then looked at him.

Skylark is dressed in casual clothes, mainly in light gray tones, and a pair of tall black boots under his feet, giving the overall feeling of refreshing.He stood at the intersection where she had to go back to the house, looking at her with those cold eyes, as if thinking about something.

Myrtle wiped off the leaves from her ponytail, feeling uncomfortable.He opened his mouth to say something to break the silence.

No sooner had she moved her lips than Lark spoke.His voice was as cold as ever, like a puddle of ice water.

"You, go back and change your clothes, I want to take you to a place."

Mitrell realized that the place he was talking about was the key, she agreed repeatedly, ran past him and returned to the room.Skylark didn't have much patience, but her speed was faster. Before he got impatient, she had already finished her outfit and jumped in front of him—really jumping, over the railing of the corridor of the villa.

In about 2 minutes, she dressed herself up like a climber, with long clothes, trousers and high-top boots, her hair was recombed, tied into a ponytail, and thrown behind her head.

She still had a piece of thick toast with strawberry jam in her mouth, ate it dry, and smiled heartily at him: "Okay, let's go."

Skylark really walked away.She followed his steps closely, and after only two or three steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around, his pretty eyebrows were furrowed: "Your face."

Mitrell patted her cheek reflexively to wipe off the crumbs of the toast, and then Skylark strode straight without any opinion.Looking at his back, she thought, is he... cleanliness?

The path is getting higher and higher, and there are traces of steps dug by people, buried under moss and ferns. Although it is slippery and difficult to distinguish, it can still be climbed.They slowly climbed up from the foot of the mountain.The higher you go, the sparser the vegetation and the hotter the air.

It would be strange if we didn't talk all the way.So Mitrell thought about it carefully, and chose a non-dangerous topic: "Where's Mr. Sokabe? Why didn't he talk to you today?"

That capable Mr. Kusakabe is Hibari's capable subordinate. She thinks that with Hibari's character, she will be left to Mr. Kusakabe to manage.Unexpectedly... She peeked at Skylark.

After climbing the mountain for an hour, there was no tired skylark, not even sweating, his breathing was steady and his eyes were cold.Hearing her question, he didn't ignore her.

"He's busy with what I've asked. Why, haven't you gotten enough information from him these days? Huh, you can ask me directly." Mitrell turned her face away, facing the sea breeze blowing in front of her and the shining eyes. The golden sea.

"Please excuse my professional habits, Mr. Skylark."

A person who knows current affairs is a hero, she understands.

"I'm allowing you to ask questions now, just ask while I'm in a good mood." Skylark said generously, with a slight smile in his voice.

Mitrell glanced at him and cleared her throat: "What do I need to do next? What do you need me to do?"

Skylark raised one eyebrow, obviously not expecting her question.He paused: "No need for anything. I thought you'd be more interested in other things."

"Well, that's right." Mitrell would just honestly admit in front of him that even if she was good at infiltrating missions and living in lies and falsehoods, she wouldn't dare to show off these skills under his nose now. "But you have already said that there is a reason, so I believe your reason must be convincing to me. So I won't pursue it. These days, I really just have an occupational disease attack, and I definitely didn't deliberately pursue it."

Yunque looked back at her: "Very good." He smiled lightly, with a clear smile, "Then, I also believe that you got involved unintentionally this time."

Mitrell immediately put on a bitter face: "I am really innocent." She explained the matter from the beginning to the end, emphasizing that it was a coincidence that she got involved in order to help a girl named Julie.

Skylark listened quietly, showing a cool smile. "Wow, what a touching story."

...The tone is really cold and thin.

Mitrell was discouraged for a moment, then regained her composure:

"I don't know that the things behind it are so deep. Besides, if someone is asking for help in front of him, should someone with some ability turn a blind eye?"

"Is your ability strong enough? Besides, weak guy, if you don't save yourself first, expecting others to lend a helping hand, it's really lazy and stupid."

"If everyone is as strong as you, how can you become a strong person in people's eyes?"

"……uh-huh?"

"... Cough cough. I mean, you are the strongest of the strong, how can you understand the situation of the weak, you must be desperate, desperate and helpless, and you will ask others for help."

"Then, why didn't the girl you mentioned just throw away the hell ring early in the morning and let it control her? Anyway, it's others who are wrong, and she is always a victim. She is so stupid as to treat it as a souvenir left by her parents." .”

"She's just a child, you can't demand anything from her."

Skylark's face became solemn: "If it wasn't for you, she and her only remaining relatives might die. It's not that I'm demanding, it's that the reality is cruel. The weak should recognize the reality and strive to survive, and only passively rely on the strong to save them. They are just a group of cowards." waste."

Mitrell choked for a moment, staring at Lark silently.

After being stared at by her for a long time, Yunque became impatient: "Hmm, it seems that you have no objection."

Her eyes drifted away from him, her emotions fluctuated, and her deep eyes were a little foggy. "...I, I, I was also..." It is also a weak and insignificant person who can't even protect himself.

Skylark said "Huh?", and cast her inquiring eyes on her.

"...No, I'm sorry." As soon as she met his gaze, the momentary hazy emotions evaporated like morning dew. She woke up completely and restrained her expression in time, "Although I don't agree with you very much, but what you said makes sense." She Hastily perfunctory, bowed his head and stopped responding to him.

Yunque smiled slightly, "You, you have a very hard mouth." This woman kept her posture low, but her personality was quite stubborn.

They stopped talking after that, and after another two hours, almost noon, they finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

Sure enough, as she expected, the gap on the top of the mountain was covered with volcanic ash.They stood on the ridge, facing this natural active crater, as if they felt the active magma flowing under their feet.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

The skylark figure firmly led her forward, and the crater was in front of her. Although she hadn't entered the active period, she still instinctively wanted to stay away from this dangerous place.She already felt that the hot magma was approaching.

About 100 meters away from the crater, Skylark suddenly stopped, turned around and said to her, "Come here."

Without the slightest doubt, Mitrell passed as promised, and she walked to Skylark.

Then I saw Skylark take out three A-level fog attribute rings from his shirt pocket and put them on his right hand one by one.His fingers are really beautiful, long and thin and white.She was distracted for a moment.Immediately afterwards, the flame lit up, and the space in front of him fluctuated like water ripples. He stepped forward and disappeared behind the water ripples. She regained consciousness immediately and followed.

She crossed the illusory boundary, and the blowing foehn almost suffocated her defenseless.

Behind the fog attribute door is another world of flames.

The scorching heat licked her skin, she was taken aback and gasped in surprise.The dry air rushing down her throat nearly burned herself.She coughed.

"Useless guy." He said lightly, unlike taunting, he just said something flat, but it was more damage than taunting.

Mitrell raised her head and chest, tried to hold her breath, and never flinched even when her face was flushed.At this time, she passed the skylark, and finally noticed the birthplace of the fiery heat current.

It was a huge flame gate.

Mitrell's gaze moved upwards slowly, her red lips parted slightly.

In a rugged mountainous area, a rock wall several hundred meters high rises suddenly between the strange rocks. The scorched black stands like a scorched stump, pointing straight to the sky. The sky is a cloudy and dark sky, illuminating the chaotic space All that was left was the raging fire that shone from the inside of the rock wall.The huge dragon-like magma is tumbling, surging, and bursting inside, roaring with fury as much as possible. An arc like a medieval arch is burning with flames, and a huge opening is fiercely split in the belly of the rock wall. It allows people to directly see the magma inside from the cross-section. The strange thing is that the magma did not leak out from the open arch, as if it was blocked by some invisible imprisonment, and kept rolling behind the invisible imprisonment.

However, that terrifying scene was like eighteen levels of hell, and at such a close distance, it seemed that it could swallow up the insignificant human beings at any time.

That's the entrance to hell, the gates of hell. ?