[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

If it was XANXUS a few years later, probably this kind of thing would not be done.Tyranny is tyranny, he actually has no interest in meddling other people's business, as long as it doesn't hinder him, he doesn't bother to do anything; this is very different from his Balian subordinates.But the situation was different at that time. He was less than 17 years old when the "cradle incident" happened. After 8 years, everyone has moved forward to 8 years old, only he is still stuck in the past juvenile period.The suspicion of his surroundings will make him a hundred times more vigilant than usual. No matter how passionate, loyal, yearning, infatuated and unrepentant Squalo is, XANXUS will not let down his vigilance.After all, to him at that time, even Spelby Squalo was at best an ordinary acquaintance who had not been together for more than half a year.In other words, the shark hasn't passed the new hire inspection period yet.

About that noon, as I have said, I remember many details.After XANXUS finished that sentence—that order—the atmosphere of indifference, irrelevance, and schadenfreude suddenly became stronger, and almost everyone showed more or less optimistic mood.If you change another time and another event, Squalo would probably have simply and neatly killed the idlers standing here, and then impatiently drove these people away with a bloody sword, yelling that there is nothing to do. Go to work overtime, but at that time, he just stood there blankly, and then turned his head to look at me little by little.

So I thought, what a pity he didn't have to.Then I thought, it's rare for a swordsman like him who has been called a "genius" since he was a child to have such a mechanical movement, and it's worth using a camera to capture it, so that he can laugh at him at any time in the future.Just like when I bit two rows of bloody tooth marks on his shoulders and stained his white shirt red, I would bring up this incident from time to time, laughing for many years.He would yell and rage and swung his sword out of a phantom; the surrounding dust would fly, the grass and trees would turn into debris, and a moist fragrance would float in the air.

And not like now.The heavily confinement Balian Building was brightly lit. He stood in front of the boss he had identified for a long time. Under the watchful eyes of his chosen companion, he slowly turned his head and stared at me with a stiff expression and unblinking eyes.The distance between us was not too far, and I could see his eyes clearly; those gray-blue eyes gave me the illusion of being tightly shrunk.

He's struggling and I know it.The distance between us is very close, and I know it.So close that as long as he is willing to raise his hand, as long as he is willing to show the blade, the tip of the sword is enough to penetrate my body.Maybe not fatal, maybe fatal, how can this be assumed.But it must have been stabbing enough; we've been fighting for so many years, how could I not see it.

...how could he not see it.

I look at him.If you look at him in the warm light, his long silver hair will be a little bit warmer, very soft and beautiful, but at that moment they are messed up by wine and ice, wet and sticky, not so good-looking .What a pity, why didn't he hide.At that moment, I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he ran desperately to challenge the sword emperor Durr, and he obviously won, but he cut off his left hand and showed me that he could truly understand the way of swords.That year, I slapped him hard, thinking you little brat knows what a fart, how many people want to have healthy limbs but can't, why don't you cherish it.People also said at the time that this stupid and conceited brat was doomed and ruined his career.

A few years later, he became a fearsome killer, known as the second generation sword emperor; people no longer mentioned the past, but praised and aweed him, saying that this is the top swordsman who is really infatuated with swordsmanship.No one felt that it was wrong for him to cut off his left hand, just like he was standing here upright now, and no one thought it was wrong for the boss he chose to surrender to throw a cup on his head casually.He didn't feel wrong either.

I'm the only one who still feels that nothing is right.I really want to slap him again and scold him for cherishing his body, just like I did back then.But, I won't.One simple question, and I finally figured it out—I should have figured it out a long time ago—was that what Squalo was going to do had nothing to do with me.It doesn't matter, life is like this, many things that you think are extremely important are as light as a feather to others, or even lighter, lighter than dust.

At times like this, just accept the reality.

At that noon, I looked into Squalo's eyes and thought about such boring things.

Thoughts seem trivial and boring when they are described one by one, but in fact we only looked at each other for a few seconds.When I thought about it clearly, I turned my gaze to XANXUS. That violent tyrant with frostbite on his face also stared at me with indifferent and firm eyes.I see.I was wondering just now, do you think this person has no brains? Which mafia boss would force his loyal and capable subordinates to kill his lover?If you want to show your authority and intimidate your subordinates in this way, then who will do it with you? No matter how loyal you are, there will be cracks.Didn’t you see that the BOSS who knew how to be a man in history always tried every means to get money, power, wine and beautiful women for the younger brothers, and then it was their turn to release the military power with a glass of wine.

But, so it turns out.When I looked into XANXUS' eyes I knew that this man was not stupid.Those were eyes that were always full of murderous intent, but when he looked at me, there was no more murderous intent in them than when he looked at other people.He doesn't really want to kill me. For him, I have no interest or value in killing me. In comparison, he may hate those Balian who want to use him to kill me.

And the reason why he would say that to Squalo...

Squalo looked at me, motionless.He's struggling, and I know he's still struggling.

"I sincerely suggest not to kill me." I said sincerely, only looking at XANXUS, "The Nine Generations are probably controlled by you, right, but it's not suitable to make a big fuss now, otherwise the news will spread, and the leaderless group will only lead to civil strife in Pengo Lie. And when I came here in the middle of the day, many people in the headquarters knew that I was considered a senior cadre anyway, and I disappeared after I came in, no matter how I thought about it, it was not right."

The tyrant grinned coldly, saying that rubbish like you also wanted to threaten me, so I quickly lowered my stance and explained no, no, no, I just made a sincere suggestion, absolutely no threat at all, I regretted my life, and ran out ten times Mi can't run 100 meters or 1000 meters, so I must shut up and stand up, so that I will not go east if I go west, and I will never make unnecessary resistance.

"Scum." The tyrant looked at the traitor's lackey with disdain, but the sneering silence was acquiescence.I grabbed my hair and felt very helpless, alas, I obviously never wanted to be a loyal little brother mafia, why do these people always use their own values ​​to judge me?

There was a slight hum of disappointment, and the person who made the noise was immediately knocked to the ground by something thrown by XANXUS.I saw the blood on the floor and I thought some people are so stupid to see that their bosses don't give a shit, not even Squalo.

Ah, yes...

"...Hey, are you kidding me just now!! It's time to waste time, arrange tasks well, rubbish boss!!"

Squalo was like a fish stuck in the throat, and after escaping from birth, he swam around excitedly, jumped up and down, and smashed out a series of angry complaints in rapid succession.But I think, probably everyone can hear the relief behind his voice.I saw XANXUS' eyes; the irony of that cold indifference intensified.

By the way, where did I just say, did I mention why XANXUS asked Squalo to kill me?To play him, as Squalo accused?Bad enough to use other people's pain as a pastime?

neither.

He just intends to see how much boring emotion his most loyal little brother has retained, and whether this boring emotion will affect his—they—their ambitions, which require many killings and bones to achieve. Ambition that may be accomplished.

He saw it.And, he let me see it too.So he succeeded, easily.

The author has something to say: there is another chapter in the back