[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

Even a high-energy genius with the hDEC2 gene needs some sleep anyway.I tried to force (coax) Squalo to sleep for a while, and then found a safe house in Peng Lie in Japan, and connected a prosthetic limb to the uncle who lost his hand.He uses a sword in his left hand, and it would be too dangerous without his left hand. Although the prosthetics in the safe house are very ordinary, they can be used in emergencies.

He's a vigilant killer who never forgets to keep a firm grip on my wrist when he sleeps.I had to use space to isolate the movement around him, so that he couldn't hear my conversations with other people.

I mean, the Cerbero group.

These weird women found me. At first, I felt like I was facing a big enemy. I thought it was all over and was discovered by Milfiore, but then I found that they didn’t mean to take advantage of the situation. Instead, they told me a bunch of world trajectories, Words like the continuation of the rules are incomprehensible.

I listened to it for a long time, and finally made a summary. The central idea is: My power is different from this world, and it is an unstable factor. It should be eliminated, but due to molecular movement or other reasons, I have already messed up with this world. They are inseparable together, but my strength can help to establish rules.

"So... what's the practical point? What do I need to do, and do you pay me?" I asked shrewdly.

"When Miss Luna needs to do something, Miss Luna will naturally know." The pink-haired woman still lacked emotional fluctuations in her speech, "A warning is: If you want to save yourself, don't interfere too much. You are an 'established' Outside the presence, we cannot calculate the consequences of the variables."

I was still dazed and clouded, but Cerbero was gone.I really don't know what it means for them to ask me to say these words.

Don't think about things that you can't figure out for a while.I replenished the medicine, found some water and biscuits, and brought them to Squalo's bedside.The bed in the Japanese safe house was not big, and a tall man like him could only half curl up on it, his face pale from blood loss.I remembered that when I was 14 years old, what I saw when I went back to the dormitory was similar.

Touch his forehead.Very good, the previous mild fever has subsided.

"... Someone came here just now?" Squalo opened his eyes, and the first sentence was too sharp, which did not match his identity as the injured person.

"Passerby." I didn't think it was easy to explain, so I took it casually, "Are you feeling better?"

"Small injuries."

He jumped out of the bed, still looking bullish and terrified, even the way he swallowed the medicine with his head up was like a shark attacking its prey.Then he tried to wave the new temporary prosthesis, showing a disgusted expression of "it's really hard to use and not good enough for me, but I can barely bear it".

In other words, he only slept for less than four hours, and it was four hours after he severed his hand. How could he become so radiant all at once?It's so unscientific.

"Okay, let's meet the boss now!" He announced anxiously, eager to try again, and couldn't wait to rush up and fight the enemy to the death.

"Although that's what I planned too... But let me tell you, is this the scar that heals and forgets the pain?" I kicked him angrily and told him to eat something and drink some water to replenish his strength. , "Who was the one who failed to be a hero and was beaten so badly just now, and told me to get out, if you really get out, you hang up, okay? Wake up, idiot shark."

He was poked at the sore spot, jumped up with a "Teng", and yelled at me for a long time in disbelief, repeatedly emphasizing that he would not die even without me.I perfunctorily "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" and urged him to finish eating the food quickly.He was very angry, glared at me, and then rushed over and kissed me until the night fell.

"...I won't die until I kill those guys, you idiot!" He whispered into my ear, "I swear...I swear to you, Luna!"

When did he swear to me?I was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was not talking about me.

Squalo also reacted.Because he suddenly fell silent, pinching the sheets with his fingers, and pinching his own hair along with it.I glanced sideways and saw that his fingers were terribly white due to too much force, even whiter than his hair.

I try to pull him down and hug his head lightly; he leans against me, his breathing slowly rising and falling.

"Squalo," I asked, "when it's over...will the world go back to how it was? Will the dead return?"

He hugged me tightly, pressed his face into my arms, and spoke for a while, his voice still muffled.

"I don't know," he said. "I don't know, Luna."

Revenge—just like love, is an eternal topic of discussion among human beings.Some people support same-state revenge, some people like to repay it a hundred times, and some people say that revenge will only make people fall into endless emptiness and ruin their own lives.If we want to make a simple division of these different viewpoints, then perhaps those who support revenge value the result, and take actions to pursue the result of "the death of the enemy".People who oppose revenge value feelings, and think that revenge is punishment, comfort from pain, and the pursuit of justice, but this is all fantasy; in fact, "revenge will only make people lose everything", so they prefer to persuade people to let 'smoveon.

I don't know which one Squalo is.Is he chasing a certain outcome?The person who killed "I" at the beginning has been killed by him.Or what he hopes is that when the dust settles, everything will be back to normal, and the lost people and things will return from the end of death?But he told me he didn't know.

So, what he was looking for was just feeling?Grief and pain that cannot be dealt with can only be vented through revenge.Well, I'm a little scared.

I'm afraid he's having a bad time.

"You..." I hesitated, but finally persuaded me cautiously, "Be nicer to yourself and let yourself live better."

Then he laughed.It's a lot like a sneer, but it doesn't seem to be.

"Better?" He looked up at me and asked back, "Who do you think I am, a coward who committed suicide in pain, or a self-defeating piece of trash? What are you kidding, I know exactly what I'm doing. Didn't you see how I was doing What, what, you think it’s not good enough?”

I thought about it for a while.I think he is the combat captain of Balian. He is extremely vicious and feared by others. His swordsmanship has become more advanced, his colleagues have become more harmonious, he has no worries about eating and drinking, and he has been on the path of pursuing his ideals.Yes, he is living a pretty good life. How can many people have such a good life.

"It looks good." I said honestly, "But, I think, it's you who don't feel good enough...it's not good."

Live well or not, who decides this matter?Is it someone else or yourself?If pain is something that only you can feel, then only you can decide whether to live well or not.

Spelby Squalo stared at me.He has a habit of looking at people. He either only looks at people with the tail of his eyes, which seems very dismissive;He was like this ten years ago, but at least he had a row of delicate bangs back then, which could alleviate this sharp temperament, but now his long hair is disheveled, and his sharp expression can no longer be concealed.

He moved the corners of his mouth.An expression that is definitely not mistaken for a smile.

"I don't know how to do it." He said lightly, "And I don't need to know."

I hoped Squalo would make himself better and feel better no matter what happened, but he told me he didn't know.When he looked at me, there was something in his expression that made me feel suffocated. It seemed inconspicuous, but it was heavy and unavoidable.

"Ahahaha..." I said haha, "Then what, oops, don't stare at me like this, I can't help but be tempted by someone with such a good haircut and handsome look like you, hahaha..."

"So, do you want to do it?"

He twitched his eyebrows and pulled out a smile.I was stunned, his hand had already slipped to my neckline, and his knee was pushed up, forming an extremely ambiguous and dangerous posture.

"If you want to do it, do it now." He buried his head in kissing my neck, and his long hair slid down, feeling cool to the touch.

I swallowed, hugged his head, and smiled dryly: "Let's forget it."

If Squalo knew about it ten years ago, he would definitely be mad, absolutely mad.He doesn't care if this is himself ten years later, he will definitely go berserk—absolutely!In order to prevent him from blowing up/exploding himself, I still don't want to die.

"……Fool."

Squalo got up and got out of bed, and turned to show me his back, just like when he was 14 years old when he was traveling alone.It's just that at that time he was full of vigor and high school so that he felt that he could challenge the world by himself. Now, at the age of 32, he has long hair and is far more mature and powerful than when he was a teenager, but somehow... this The back of the idiot who should always be so proud looks stubborn and lonely.

It must be because my literary filter is too thick.

"Let's go," Squalo said, his voice much hoarse than I remembered. "It'll be over soon."

The author has something to say: I regret... the male protagonist is really about to be tortured into a psychopath by me...

And I really want the hDEC2 gene too, alas