[Comprehensive] Happy Immortal

"Goodbye." The black-haired boy said, and put down his right hand that was raised like All Might.

The resonance of power erupted at this moment, and the tornado brought up could not even make people stand normally, until the gray stones brought up by the last wind scattered, and the hero standing in the pit raised his hand representing his victory, only There is only one person left.

All Might, it seems that the whole world is shouting his name, but this hero turned his head with difficulty, looking at the position beside him.

——It seems that there should be someone beside me.

The hero who has reached the limit thinks so.

IBM looked at the weak human being in front of him. Its owner had been recycled, and it had completely lost contact with the world, so it couldn't exist for a long time, and its body had already begun to dissipate into black particles.

【goodbye. 】

It imitated the words of its master, said so, and finally disappeared completely.

What is the power of OneForAll?

The balls of light of various colors collided fiercely and flew fast, but when you touched them with your hands, they were extremely warm and brought a soft touch. It was hard to imagine that the power I collected from OneForAll would exist in this way In the space created by the slate.

In the back is the standing sword, which is the body of Sin Song and another body made by him. The huge black monster sits cross-legged on the stone slab, and the ball of light transformed by the power of OFA surrounds them. Leaning on his body, stretching out his hand to play with those small balls of light, IBM stretched out his paws towards Zuige who was gradually trying to get close to his master in displeasure, and opened his mouth ferociously, Zuige once again Changing into Haruka's appearance, he made a face at IBM as if to fight back.

One is a black monster without much self-awareness, and the sword whose world view has completely collapsed, began to make noise like elementary school students.

"Slate, what will happen to the world after I leave?"

[Eliminate your existence, the law will modify their memory. 】

"Is it……"

After being silent for a long time, Yao stood up and waved his hands. Behind him, IBM and Sin Song roared in protest at each other, and then turned into two beams of light, one black and one red, and returned to Yao's body.

"Slate." He stood in the center of the slate, waved back the OFA light ball, and then put on his hood, seemingly indifferent to everything in the previous world.

"Let's go to the next world." He said this, but the small ball of light around Yao paused, it seemed to feel something hitting itself, it was transparent, it seemed to be some kind of liquid, but With hot temperature.

The black monster appeared again, lightly touching the boy with the hood and bowing his head. It looked at the transparent water droplets on its sharp claws for a while, and the wings behind it opened suddenly to wrap the boy in it. No longer letting anyone see the young boy's distressed side, he sent him into the teleportation circle around him, but Sin Song didn't follow. He poked the stone slab with a knife, and the stone slab jingled. , still cursing something in pieces.

[The laws of the next world limit...]

"Shut up bastard Slate..."

[I thought you wouldn't let IBM go. 】

"I'll just let that guy... the big monster who can't even speak... tsk..." Song Song, who was said to be the center of the matter, didn't deny it, he snorted disdainfully, playing with the knife casually in his hand, The other hand made a middle finger, not paying attention to the stone slab.

"And..." With the knife in his hand back into his body, he imitated Haruka's movements and hugged his legs, shrunk himself into a ball shape, and finally turned into the main sword, standing on the stone slab.

"I don't know how to comfort people, but Haruka is very sad."

The loved one left, and the site of sin song fused with the stone slab was covered with cold snow again, the red light symbolizing sin song's activities dissipated, and the body of the sword was once again covered with snowflakes.

——If you don’t go to Sicily, it’s like you haven’t been to Italy, because only in Sicily can you find the source of the beauty of Italy.

With cliffs on one side and ocean on the other, the wonderful fusion of hills and oceans forms beautiful Sicily.

But obviously, although the people living here highly praised the beauty of the island, they cared more about survival than admiring the beauty of unknown ages.

During the war, Sicily had already lost its natural and classical beauty, and the war with various reasons covered this place with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, and in the slums, the crime of this place was even worse To cover up, children without any attack power can only hide in the cracks of roadsides or alleys. Older children or adults are often killed or injured in order to snatch territory and food.

The dirty child opened his eyes and slowly got up, his recognizable blond hair clinging to his sweaty skin, and the slightly thick clothes fell off his body, he quickly grabbed them out, It took a long time to identify it before realizing that it was his "roommate's" clothes.

"Yao..." He opened his mouth and shouted softly, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with gravel, hoarse, and painfully worn. He touched his throat, but felt his own abnormal body temperature.

No matter how young a child is, he knows that in the slums, illness means death, not to mention cold and fever, which had a very high mortality rate for ordinary people at that time.

"Giotto." The small house made of messy wooden boards was only less than one meter high, and a black-haired child who was also covered in filth crawled in through the tiny doorway, holding a blackened half-sectioned bread and a piece of bread in his arms. Small glass of water.

The bread and water were kept warm, and the food, which is rare in the slums, was randomly delivered. Looking at the chapped and purple lips of the black-haired child, Giotto thought about his body that might collapse at any time. Push away the food in front of him.

But in the next second, he was firmly pressed to the ground. Although he wanted to resist, his body, which had already begun to weaken, surrendered without a little strength from the opponent.

"Eat." Like Giotto, Haruka's voice was a little hoarse due to not being in the water for a long time. He stretched out his hand and pinched the position of the other's cheek, then stuffed the blackened bread into it firmly.

"Giotto, eat." Yao looked at the blond child in front of him for a moment, and when he finally saw that he was willing to eat, he slowly got up.

Others are trying their best to survive this winter, but this child picked up by him, a child from the East who can't speak Italian and seems to have lost his memory, is not only struggling to survive, but also struggling to survive. The perseverance of imagination allowed him, a patient who was destined not to survive, to survive.

Giotto coughed a few times, took the bread and swallowed it whole with water, not only his stomach was filled, but his spirit seemed to improve a lot, but the symptoms caused by the fever still existed, and he suppressed his urge to vomit Impulsively, he lifted the blackened quilt on his body.

"Come here." He pointed to Yao, then pointed to the place next to him, made a greeting gesture, and then paused every word, trying to pronounce his pronunciation to the most standard level.

Yao tilted his head, blinked his eyes a few times, those overly beautiful eyes were unbelievably clear, the newborn cub imitated his blond brother, trying to make a sound, a bit nondescript, he lay on the blond child's bed Beside them, the two came and went, practicing words that were too simple for the Italian people, until sleepiness fell, and the two little angels from the slums huddled together and rubbed each other, then closed their eyes.

As long as one survives the most unbearable winter, the other seasons will be much easier, but the premise is that one can survive this cold winter that can take the lives of others.

However, Giotto has been suffering from a high fever and a slight cough. Now it seems that he is about to cough up his internal organs. The body temperature was not very high, but now it is a little hot.

He is going to die.Having struggled in the slums for many years, Giotto, whose mind has already matured, is just a little bit unwilling, but he has accepted the reality that he is about to die.

Maybe at this time, everyone would try to find ways to make themselves feel better, but even Giotto himself found it strange that his mind was now full of thoughts about that dirty black-haired kid.

If I die, what about that black-haired kid, he has no common sense, no speech, no memory, and he looks good. Giotto carefully counted the places where he was worried about being alone, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, but he couldn't help but laughed again.

"Idiot..." He exhaled a few hot breaths, and forced himself to sit up on the ground, but it seemed that he was about to faint from such a simple movement, but he held on forcefully, his pitted nails bitten hard He poked it hard into his palm, and the pain made his brain sober up in an instant.

"To live." He grabbed a blunt knife hidden under him, then hid a fork in his cuff and walked out of his final perch.

Quilt, food, water source, heat source.

He still has a lot of things not ready.

The blond child who had lost his mind due to the high fever picked up the wood next to him, hid in the shadows, and looked at the people moving around everywhere with suspicion.

If the stick was broken, he would use a knife, if the knife was taken away, he would use a fork, if he lost all his weapons, he would scratch and kick him. Even if he could no longer move his limbs, he still had teeth and a forehead, which he could bite and hit.

Yao held the bread he had snatched, and carefully hid the bright red fruit in his arms. Although the fruit was broken, it was very fresh. He quickly ran out to his small board room. You will feel at ease when you eat a little bit.

He lifted the wooden blocks blocking the front of the small wooden house, grabbed the food and quickly climbed in, only to heave a sigh of relief. He called Giotto's name, but he couldn't see the familiar figure.

The food that was regarded as a treasure just now was randomly thrown on the ground, and he crawled out in a panic to look for the blond companion.

Streets, alleys, ponds, searched all possible places where the other party might appear, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Was it left behind?He was grabbing the hem of his clothes, tugging uneasily, his eyes were flushed, but his face was extremely pale.

He lost his memory, couldn't understand other people's words, and he was the only one left in such a strange place.Such a thought is already unbearable just thinking about it for a while.

The black-haired child became more and more anxious. He yelled and roared. He stepped on some icy places with his bare feet. He fell down without noticing for a moment, and his nose hit the potholed ground. The smell of blood filled the whole place. In the mouth, Haruka casually wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and the tip of his nose, and didn't care if he got his hands dirty.

Until finally he heard that soft, but like the sound of nature's call.

In the narrow alley, there seemed to be a man in a cloak waving his hand. His exposed hair was beautiful golden, and his voice seemed a bit vague, but he tried his best to say the most standard pronunciation: "Come here."

Giotto.Haruka's lips moved, only to realize that his voice was too hoarse to say anything. He stepped forward and stood in front of Giotto. Before he could get used to the dark environment and see Giotto clearly, the thick cloak covered his entire body. The cover was tight, and a lot of things were stuffed into the hands.

The line of sight was completely blocked by the large cloak worn by the adult, Yao tilted his head, the body slightly taller than him leaned against him, and Giotto's head was buried on his neck.

"Live well." He heard the blond child leaning on him say so.

Then, he felt a stench, but the somewhat viscous liquid was extremely hot.

"Giotto?" Haruka carefully said his name, and the items in his hands were scattered all over the floor. He hugged the blond child's body tightly with one hand, and took off the cap of the cloak covering his head with the other.

Red blood and black and gray dust were intertwined in the golden hair, just looking at the beautiful soft golden hair, he already gasped violently, calling Giotto's name softly , with a strong crying sound, he looked down slowly, and the food and supplies rolled into the pool of blood made him gasp for breath.

With one hand, he took off his cloak and put it on Giotto's body, and then used all his strength to hug the blond child who still weighed a little bit. The night has fallen, and the only doctor who can save Giotto is not there. in the slums.

Yao ran wildly and didn't dare to stop. It seemed that if he stopped for a moment, the blond child in his arms would die. The soles of his feet almost reached the calf, which had turned purple, which was when the human body was too cold. situation that will arise.

The exposed part of his body has gone from being aching from the cold to the point where he is about to lose consciousness now. He ran from a slum lit by only a few fire lights at night to an urban area where every house is lit with lights. He tried hard to identify the sign of the wooden sign hanging at the door, but Since I can't read, I can only look at the above graphics.

He eagerly knocked on that doctor's house over and over again, chanting the word "please" non-stop.

The doctor opened the door. He thought it was a guest, but he saw two little beggars. His smiling face collapsed in an instant. He seemed to be swearing something, never looked at the kid as tall as his waist, and closed the door tightly.

But the door was blocked by something, and the extremely thin black-haired child kicked open the door forcefully, and then put the child in his arms on the soft hospital bed.

Haruka grabbed the doctor's hand, and blurted out the mother tongue engraved in the deepest part of his soul, which merged with the Italian he had just learned a few words. He kept shouting the words "medicine" and "help", because His voice was already hoarse, and the voice of those two words was intermittent.

The doctor who felt that he had been provoked was even more furious. He cursed words that were more dirty than those in the slums, and even kicked and punched Yao, trying to throw these two dirty wild dogs out of the house. own door.

Being beaten and insulted, he didn't fight back, and he didn't scold back. Anyway, he was so cold that he lost consciousness, otherwise he couldn't understand what the other party was saying. The black-haired child whose mind was extremely confused just kept, Begging the doctor to save his companion, he took out the coins and the most valuable items on his body, but the doctor who treated the people in the slums as human beings spurned him even more.

The coin was kicked out of the door by the doctor's toes. Seeing that Giotto, who was in a coma, was about to be grabbed and thrown out, Haruka, who was lying on the ground and beaten all over his body black and blue, suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed the bandage on one side, and the cub of the wild wolf, which was cornered, bared its sharp teeth. Yao took the bandage and wrapped it around the doctor's neck fiercely. He lay down on the doctor's neck. On his back, the word "save him" was repeated over and over again, and every time he said it, the bandage around the doctor became tighter.

It wasn't until the blue-faced doctor begged for mercy with a snot in his nose that Yao let go of the straps and jumped down, but he didn't relax, holding the scalpel gleaming coldly in his hand, he followed the doctor step by step, his red face The bloodshot eyes did not blink, staring at every movement of the other party, occasionally growling, as if to warn the other party not to make any small moves.

Clean, apply medicine, suture, bandage.With a knife on his head, he tried his best to make every step right. It was obviously winter, but his back was already damp with cold, and his curly hair was even more close to his face.

The treatment lasted almost a whole night. Before dawn, the doctor put on the last piece of bandage, but before he could respond, he felt a dull pain in his head, and the sky was dark in front of him. The tall and thin doctor fell straight to the ground. There was a loud bang.

Haruka hangs the sharp scalpel on his waist. Thanks to his powerful memory, he has completely memorized the medicines used by the previous doctors. It was already daylight, but he still couldn’t see clearly. He packed the medicines and bandages, turned over He wrapped Giotto in the doctor's warmest clothes, took away most of the coins hidden in the cabinet, and then hid in the side alley with the blond child on his back in the dark.

Unable to go back to the slums, and unable to hide in crowded places, he quickly checked the surrounding shops, avoiding the sight of early risers, but one or two carriages carrying wine barrels came into his sight.

He put Giotto behind the wooden box on the side, spread thick clothes to prevent him from touching dust or muddy water, dragged a clean wine barrel from the car, and hid it behind the wooden box.

If he didn't rest all night, he couldn't cause any major damage to the doctor. Even if he fell into a coma, it would only be for a while, and before that, no one would find them. As long as the carriage started, they would be able to leave this place. City.

He carefully fiddled with the medicine he was carrying. Fortunately, Giotto's injury only looked serious. In fact, it was the high fever that affected him the most. He touched his forehead. The temperature didn't seem to change, but he seemed to be better than before a lot of.

He had the money and the medicine in reserve. He anxiously grabbed his finger, watched the darkness of the sky gradually being driven away, saw the sunrise in Sicily, a ray of sunshine began to shine on this beautiful city, and there were more and more pedestrians outside. After getting up, the driver of the carriage and the servants of the hotel moved the wooden barrels that had already been filled with wine, and the number of soldiers patrolling outside also began to increase.

Seeing that the remaining wine barrels were getting less and less, Haruka picked up Giotto and put it down in the wine barrel. There was still a big gap in the wine barrel for the young child, and the soft clothes were at the bottom. Feeling much more comfortable, he threw the medicine and the money bag in together, and then completely stuck the lid of the wooden barrel, leaving some gaps for ventilation.

Then he kept his eyes on the position of the carriage, waited for the coachman to sit in front and the people from the hotel left, then he ran up with Giotto.

But the reality is always not as expected...

The police officers patrolling the avenue suddenly became anxious and noisy. They exchanged words with each other, and changed their walking pace to running. This change caused the surrounding pedestrians to discuss in a low voice. He stared at the position of the carriage.

Hurry up... Hurry up...

He anxiously urged, watching the number of wine barrels placed on the door button less and less, until the coachman left, and then the hotel clerk also left, he desperately picked up the heavy wooden barrel, which was somewhat beyond imagination, Muscles have started to ache, and the wounds on his body that were beaten by the doctor before echoed and began to declare his existence. For a while, he couldn't tell where he hurt and where he didn't.

The carriage started to drive, at a slow speed at the beginning, and then gradually accelerated. The child whose feet were already covered with bloodstains from small stones was chasing after him holding a wine barrel bigger than him, and then he pushed the barrel with all his strength. Throwing into the carriage, but when he turned up by himself, the sound of a whistle came from behind him.

The man in patrolling police/police clothes chased after him. He whistled and waved the gun in his hand, and behind him was the doctor who had been knocked unconscious by Haruka.

Yao grabbed the carriage and jumped into it. He poked his head out and looked at the soldiers chasing after him for a while, then shrank back and touched the wine barrel containing his companions, and then gently knocked on the door as if knocking on the door. He knocked on the wooden wall of the wine barrel, and before jumping off the carriage, he carved a few crooked characters on the barrel with a scalpel.

He said: ありがとう. 【Thanks. 】

The author has something to say:

The third world is "Family Teacher", but the background is in the first generation

There is a reason why Haruka lost his memory, and he will write it later.

I seemed to say that this world is very sweet, but I was wrong.

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