Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Fuck, idiot, what do you want to do?

　　 go!

　　Zatou City wants to growl like this.

　　 If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he almost wanted to sift the idiot's range with an anesthesia gun, and then beat him severely. It's best to be paralyzed. Don't get into trouble again, please! Is it bad to be alive?

　　 As a former companion, as a close friend at first sight, he should have done this.

　　 But now, he can't stop Sasaki's behavior.

　　As a samurai, he couldn't help but feel... proud of his friend's loyalty and determination.

　　 In silence, Zatoichi pressed his own knife handle: "If this is the case, let me..."

"Do not."

　　 Sasaki interrupted him and said softly: "The next thing, please be sure not to intervene-this is my duty, it is my mission."

"……I know."

　　 Zatoichi nodded unwillingly, and handed the saber: "Then use it, Sasaki, you are worthy of it. This is the only one, don't refuse."

　　 It is the sword held by the blind swordsmen of the past, Zatoshi, and is known as a famous sword that coexists with the bones of Yingzhou.

　　 At the moment it fell into Sasaki's hand, the long knife called "Pure Blade" buzzed and trembled, bursting into a deep cry, as if cheering.

　　 This is the time to practice the chivalrous way and end grievances!

　　 Jiujing's expression is still calm, staring at those eyes full of killing intent, nodding respectfully and politely.

　　 "It's been a long time, Mr. Sasaki, really... greetings for a long time."

　　 "Didn't you just see it before, Lord Jiujing."

　　 Sasaki stepped forward with his broken leg, standing ten steps away, and asked softly, "Why be so hypocritical? By now, there is no need to call "Mr.", right?"

"You used to be the enlightenment teacher of my swordsmanship. It's not too much to call "sir"." The young samurai narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed: "You are the samurai who once loyal to Satomi family anyway? Any reason to do it to me?

　　 "Because your smell can't be concealed anymore, wrong murderer!"

　　 Sasaki slowly drew his sword, and calmly told him: "If you don't kill you here and let you destroy Satomi, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

　　 "What's wrong with this? Even a family like Mr. Sasaki, who would be exiled for survival, was destroyed in this way. Isn't it bad?"

Jiujin shrugged and looked around at his ugly and hideous scenery, which was hidden in the dark by the Satomi family, "Such a place that only hides dirt and dirt is simply destroyed. Is it Sasaki? Haven't you thought about that, sir?"

　　 "Since being exiled, there hasn't been a day without thinking like this."

　　 Sasaki answered calmly: "As a samurai, I have such resentment towards the former master, I am ashamed, but I can't restrain such thoughts and feelings.

　　 But even so, I can't forget the kindness that my old family master once bestowed on me.

　　 If you want to destroy all of this, please step over my corpse. My life was given to me by Satomi family, so now let me repay this life here. "

　　 In the silence, I saw Jijing’s smile gradually darkening, leaving only a cold.

　　 "You are not Satomi's samurai anymore, Sasaki Kiyomasa."

　　 "It doesn't matter, when you became a murderer, didn't you also give up the glory of Satomi?"

　　Sasaki nodded and replied in agreement: "I think it's very good, very good-now, it's just two unregistered ronin fighting here."

　　 Regardless of victory or defeat, this is just a struggle between two wild dogs.

　　 Without sacrificing the clear name of Satomi.

　　 Just like that, he raised the blade and pointed it at his face.

　　 Until the end, Sasaki was grateful and proud of it.

　　He said: "Please draw your sword, you are wrong about the murderer!"

　　 At that moment, Jiu Jing closed his eyes in disappointment.

　　 When the eyes were raised again, they lost the calm and smile that they used to cover up in the past, leaving only the deadly darkness and coldness.

　　 The last disguise is removed, and the face of the evil beast is revealed here.

　　 The blood-stained blade lifted up.

　　 Amidst the melting frost and dried blood on the ground, a biting murderous intent rises.

　　 There is no need to use any language to express and speak. At the moment of making up your mind, it is destined to have only one result-between the wrong murderer and the Ronin Sasaki, there will only be one person who can leave alive.

　　 Other than that, there is no possibility.

　　 The air froze in the cold light of the blade.

　　 It seems that the hands of time have stopped.

　　 The world is silent, and even the sound of breathing is quickly going away. Those dizzying phantoms, dry mouth groans and tense wailing, depressing fragrance and heart-piercing stench have all disappeared.

　　 Pure killing intent cut all these trivial things to pieces.

　　 is left, only the eyes of each other, the sword in the hand.

　　 It is clear that there is not a short moment, but in the senses, it seems to be a long and endless, turning into a terrible torment like hell.

　　 Until the light burst.

　　 There was a tyrannical thunder whistling from the sky, tearing his self-contained diaphragm, frantically stretched his body, and spreading into the fiery thunder light.

　　 fell from the sky!

　　 The roar that overlapped in one place burst out suddenly, mixed into the loud noise of thunder.

　　The samurai draws his sword.

　　 across a long distance, that fierce duel ended in an instant.

　　 The evil spirit has crossed with the samurai.

　　 Only the blood gushes out from Sasaki's chest.

　　 The indestructible pure blade fell off his hand and pierced into the soil. Then, a crimson torrent gushed out from the crack in his chest.

　　 there is a bad move.

　　He was slow for a moment.

　　 The outcome is determined, and life and death are divided.

　　 "Unexpectedly, the last person who came to ask me in place of Satomi's family turned out to be a wild warrior who didn't even have the right to declare his name..."

　　 See Jiujin turned his head, glanced at his fallen opponent, and sneered: "It's ridiculous, Sasaki. Hasn't anyone told you--your swordsmanship is never worth mentioning."

　　 He seems to have said something.

　　 But Sasaki can't hear it anymore.

　　 The familiar trance and sleepiness struck again, hugging him, trying to pull him into the dark side of eternity.

　　 It seems that someone is shouting something loudly, but it is too far away and too vague.

　　 He closed his eyes gradually.

　　 "Stand up, Sasaki!"

　　 In the darkness, a solemn and old voice rang from my ears: "Stand up for me, immediately! How shame do you want to give up before you give up?"

　　 Teacher!

　　 At that moment, he finally remembered where he was.

　　 Who is he?

　　 "I'm... Sasaki, Kiyomasa!"

　　 He opened his eyes and stared at this rapidly darkened and collapsed demon world, staring at the enemy's back.

　　 exhausted the last strength, propped up the body.

　　The broken soul screamed, carrying blood, and climbed up from the ground again, even if it could not get up, it still groped and searched for its own weapon.

　　 showdown, it's not over yet!

　　 "Come on, Jiu Jing."

　　 He said, "I'm here."

　　 Jiujing's footsteps stopped abruptly and turned back slowly.

　　 On that face that looked like a fox, the mocking smile gradually darkened, annoyed and ferocious.

　　 "It's really lingering..."

　　Suke Wrong Murderer grinned, turned around, his expression became ugly and crazy: "This time, I won't forget the last steps, Sasaki."

　　 Stepping on a pool of blood spreading on the ground, Satomi walked forward quietly and raised his sword.

　　 was not angry, nor did he lose control or neglect.

　　 Instead, he waited in full battle, unhurriedly, and even went all out to deal with this dying opponent, leaving no negligence or a chance to comeback, and simply and neatly gave him the final break.

　　 Cut off all the pain and worry.

　　 Even if Sasaki has no strength to get up, he can't even see his appearance anymore.

　　 The moment of returning to the light has passed.

　　 Now, the pure blade of Zatoshi is pierced in a pool of blood, and there is no more sword in his hand. As if foreseeing his passing, Pure Blade trembled and let out a faint whine.

　　 But Sasaki didn't feel a pity.

　　 Just like Jiu Jing said, his swordsmanship is never worth mentioning, nor is it worthy of such a sword.

　　 Even before, he knew it all.

　　 "You are, deadwood."

　　 This is the most cruel truth and the most painful result that the old man hailed as the swordsman once made.

　　I don’t know how many times, the irritable old man scolded, “Why don’t you give up? Is there only one way to repay kindness?”

　　 "I want to follow that adult...I want to be like that adult."

　　 The former Sasaki knelt on the ground, paying respects, and prayed from the bottom of his heart: "Teacher, please forgive me—please, teach me!"

　　 But in the eyes of the old man, there is only pity and regret.

"Sasaki Kiyomasa, you don't have the talent or talent. Give up, no matter how hard you work, Kendo will not favor you." He said, "If you want to win, swordsmanship and life, you can only choose one of them, even if Is it so, doesn't it matter!"

How should 　　 describe the moment of ecstasy and peace?

　　 It is as if the wish of a lifetime has been fulfilled, and all the efforts have been rewarded.

　　 Look, this is not a dead end, how generous this world is, even a blunt person like himself can receive hope!

　　 He wept with gratitude, and kept kowtowing: "It's really great...I can finally live up to the kindness and expectations of that adult..."

　　 After a long silence, there is only a pitying sigh~www.ltnovel.com~ Then, this is the last skill I can teach you as a teacher-how to give up my life. "

　　 This is the last teaching that the old man left for him, everything that happened after that, everything that he learned after that, everything that he inherited after that, has long been engraved in his bones and soul.

　　 day after day, year after year.

　　 Twenty years of painstaking practice and waiting, I don’t know how many painful to tears and incontinence experiences, at this moment, now, finally ushered in the reward.

　　 At that moment, he raised his eyes and stared at the long silence that was close at hand.

　　 smiled.

　　 From the shattered body, a bright light rose to the sky.

　　 That is the light that has been confined for twenty years bursts out of the soul.

　　 A majestic phantom rose from his remnant body, showing the terrifying majesty of King Ming, and the flames of killing in his eyes, along with his soul.

　　 During the freezing time, the mighty running streamer shrank into a single thread, and the will and determination in the furnace turned into steel. Reversing the boundary between life and death, stirring the axis of heaven and earth, everything is shattered!

　　——The boundless sea of ​​bitterness and freedom!

　　 This is only once in a lifetime, draw the sword!

　　 Cut!

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