I Don't Want to Be a Heroic Soul

"Is there anything else you can do, Kirihara-san?"

Kurote Ikki secretly glanced at Okita Souji, whose face became increasingly gloomy, and his eyes also showed a little unkindness.

"Don't exclude me so much, Kurogane-san, we are old friends."

The smile on Kirihara Shizuya's face was a little thicker.

He wanted to see Kurogane Ikki in pain, and he wanted to see Kurogete Ikki's helpless struggle.

But during this period, no matter how he tortured Kurogete Ikki, no matter how hard he tortured him, Whether it was verbal slander or attack, Kurogane Ikki endured it silently. He was the only one who acted like a clown.

So, he hated it. He hated Kurogete Ikki, especially today. He also saw a very beautiful girl next to Kuroyuki Ikki, and after seeing Kuroyuki Ikki's vigilance towards him, Kirihara Shizuya felt proud in his heart, because he felt that he had learned about Kurogete Ikki. Things you care about

"I suddenly discovered that, Kuroyukitsu, there is such a beautiful girl next to you. I have never seen her before. Is she the new school girl? I just heard Kurogane-san calling you Souji. It’s a really nice name."

Kirihara Shizuya flipped up her hair coquettishly, then covered her chest with one hand like a gentleman, bowed slightly towards Okita Souji and said:"I wonder if I can have that honor. I know you, my schoolmate. What about his name?"

Before Okita Souji could react, Kurogete Ikki took the lead and pulled Okita Souji behind him.

"Kirihara-san, what do you want to do?"

By the way, be hostile to me, Kuroyuki Ikki. The more hostile you are to me, the more it proves that you care about this girl."

"What do I want to do? I just want to get to know this school girl, but Kurogane-san, what do you want to do? Kirihara Shizuya looked aggrieved,"Do you think this school girl is your girlfriend?" Even if she is your girlfriend, you are too lenient, right?"

Hearing Kirihara Shizuya's words, the female students surrounding him were also busy expressing their opinions.

"That’s it!"

"It's her honor to get to know Kirihara-san. Why should you, an F-level waste, stand in the way?"

"If you ask me, this loser must have low self-esteem and worry that the girl will abandon him immediately after meeting Kirihara-san."

"Isn't that a matter of course? How can an F-level trash compare to Kirihara-san?"

"That girl was also blind, and she was willing to be that loser's girlfriend."

The chirping was like a swarm of flies hovering in his ears, and it was annoying to death.

But their words greatly satisfied Kirihara Shizuya's vanity, and they even pretended to be compassionate and explained to Souji Okita.

"This school girl must have been deceived by Kuroyukitsu-san. If she knew Kuroyukitsu-san's true identity, she would definitely not be with a loser like him. Don't blame her, she just doesn't meet people. Just kind."

Then, he directly ignored Ikki Kuroyukitsu, and said to Souji Okita with an arrogant look of"it's your honor to know me":"It's too rude to ask the girl's name, so I'll do it first. Let me introduce myself. I am Kirihara Shizuya, a C-level knight from Class 3, 2nd year. I was also the chief freshman of the previous class, and I was also the representative of last year's Seven Star Sword Dance Festival. I am not the same as the 'Failed Knight' next to you. totally different."

While boasting about herself, she also didn't forget to belittle Kuroyuki Ikki. Kirihara Shizuya felt proud in her heart.

She seemed to be able to see that the next moment this school girl would look at her with admiration and shock. After all, he was in A genius who qualified as a representative of the"Seven Star Sword Dance Festival" in the first grade must be mediocre if he is willing to stay with the"Fallen Knight". To them, he is a truly favored son of God.

However, he is. Disappointed, because he didn't see any change in Okita Souji's expression.

Those amber eyes didn't make any waves because of his words, which also caused a smile on Kirihara Shizuya's face. become a little stiff

"……You may not know the true face of Kuroyuki Ikki. Maybe he has been acting handsome in front of you, but those are just what he pretends to show you. The real him is just a coward who is afraid of fighting me and runs away.……"

"Phew!"

The muscles were cut open, and blood leaked out with vigorous vitality.

The field of vision was dyed blood red, and every breath was blocked by the disgusting smell of blood.

What happened?

"Gaah——！"

When Kirihara Shizuya came back to his senses, he found that he was squeezing his neck with both hands, standing tremblingly more than two meters away from Okita Souji and Kuroyuki Ikki.

The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, and there was embarrassing saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.

What just... was an illusion?

The neck was cut open, and even if his hands tightly strangled his neck to block the incision, blood still gushed out from between his fingers.

I wanted to ask for help, I wanted to question, I wanted to roar, I wanted to scream, but all that came out of my mouth was hot blood.

Such a real death...you tell me this is an illusion?

"Can you please stay away from me?"

Kirihara Shizuya subconsciously met her eyes. The next moment, he felt that his soul was about to be frozen.

What kind of look was that? No timidity, no excitement, no anger. No emotions can be seen in that chaos... even the anger of humans and creatures seems not to be felt.……

"I can't help it, I'll draw my sword and kill you"

……Like a dead person.

How many deaths do you have to witness to have that look in your eyes?

How many killings do you have to have committed to have that look in your eyes?

That is not a look that humans can have, but a look that can only be possessed by a murderer who can face a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood without changing his expression.

Just as humans take breathing for granted, she took taking life for granted.

This kind of her, this kind of Okita Souji... makes Kurote Ikki feel scared and far away.

"Director General……"

So, he subconsciously reached out to her and called her name softly.

Her hand was suddenly pulled, causing Okita Souji to look back. Her cherry-pink shoulder-length hair swayed slightly as she shook her head.

"Um? What's wrong, Ikki?"

The familiar Okita Souji has returned from the other side that is out of reach.

Pure amber eyes without a trace of impurities, and fair skin like a blooming snow tree.

But the one before was not an illusion, it seemed that he was going to The life around him was completely deprived of a strong sense of death.

Kirihara Shizuya had already run away, and was scared away by Okita Souji in a very embarrassed manner. The girls naturally followed him and left, wanting to question Okita. Souji, but he opened his mouth but didn't know how to ask.

"How many people have you killed, Souji?"

Even Kurogane Ikki doesn't know. If you just kill people... you can really have that. Such a terrifying aura?

Moreover, even if he had experienced it personally, it was difficult for him to connect the current Okita Souji with the"murderer" just now.

His head was now very messed up.

"So...Ikki, how long are you going to hold my hand?"

It wasn't until Souji Okita said these words that Kuroyuki Ikki realized that he was still holding his hand, and he let go in a panic.

"Yes...I'm sorry!"

"Well, I don’t mean to blame you, Ikki."

Okita Souji looked unconcerned, as if he didn't regard himself as a girl or Kuroyuki Ikki as a boy at all. He walked over and patted Kuroyuki Ikki hard on the back.

"That annoying guy just now was your opponent, Ikki, right? Then you have to teach that annoying guy a lesson on my behalf. I’m optimistic about you."

"No...actually, I'm not that sure"

"Isn't this me? I told you I would help you"

"Don't push me, I will go on my own!"

Thank you, Souji, for being willing to believe in me.

And Stella, Shizuku...

Although Kurogane Ikki had a bitter smile on his face, his heart was very warm.

The road ahead is still full of difficulties, but this time, He is no longer alone.

When he falls, there is someone who can pull him up. When he hesitates, there is someone who can push him behind.