My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, a young man who served as the leader in the Shimabara Rebellion, an uprising in the early Edo period, and an uncrowned saint.

Fuma Kotaro, the fifth generation of the Fuma ninja group who serves Hojo, is a masterpiece of [ninja] mixed with three bloodlines.

Although many legends have made them famous, it is obvious that neither of them is good at frontal combat.

It is not funny at all to expect a judge who is responsible for commanding and an assassin who is responsible for assassination to fight with others.

But that young man was so upright that people couldn't find any excuse to escape. When they reacted, the two young men were already lying on the chariot, being pushed by the soldiers towards Uruk.

There was silence all the way. Ba Yuqian rode on his horse to escort the convoy, while the soldiers pushed the chariot, their faces tense and expressions heavy.

Finally, Amakusa couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, why is the atmosphere so solemn? We are just paralyzed, not dead."

After the words fell, the soldiers' eyes moved slightly and they exchanged glances silently. Although they still didn't speak, their expressions became relaxed. Tomoe Gozen looked at Amakusa and Kotaro sympathetically, and took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"General Amakusa, you seem to know Mr. Sakuzuki?"

"Ah... um." The wounds on his body hurt, but none of them hurt his vitals. Amakusa turned his head and looked at Fuma Kotaro, who was unscathed but knocked unconscious, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, " I really don’t want to admit it if I can.”

"It seems that there is a difficult memory." Ba Yuqian tilted his head slightly, his silver hair tied into a high ponytail falling down, with a hint of girlish playfulness in his gentleness, "But you also trust him, right?"

"Trust?" This statement was so unexpected that even Amakusa was stunned, "Why would you say that?"

"Well, this is probably the intuition of a warrior." The girl general covered her mouth and chuckled, "After all, when you were fighting (one-sided beating), I could feel that General Amakusa was very happy."

"Pfft..." Low laughter came from the surroundings. Amakusa's face was dark, and Tomoe Gozen looked natural, but actually looked black when cut open.

What does it mean to be happy when being beaten?

It’s not like I have masochistic tendencies!

"Please don't say such ambiguous words, General Ba." The young saint said depressedly, "I admit, I don't think Shuo Yue will kill us, but this is not the reason for me to be happy."

After a pause, Amakusa gave the real answer.

"I feel happy because [revelation] tells me that Shuo Yue can solve the crisis in Uruk."

Enlightenment.

As a saint and a judge, Amakusa's inherent skills are applicable to all decisions related to the achievement of goals. Thanks to this skill, Uruk has avoided a large number of traps and crises, and has improved its combat power. Retention plays a vital role.

But now, God has sent his favor again.

After understanding what Amakusa was talking about, Tomoe Gozen's eyes lit up: "In other words, as long as we convince Lord Shuo Yue to let him join Uruk..."

"Give up." Amakusa already understood what Tomoe Gozen wanted to say, "This is impossible."

"Eh? Why? Your Excellency Shuo Yue is clearly expelling monsters like us, right?"

Facing Tomoe Gozen's question, Amakusa raised his head and looked at the boundless sky. The sunshine in the Two Rivers Plain was bright, and the glow of the Garden of Eden fell in the young man's eyes, making his eyes reveal a sense of longing.

"You know, some birds are not meant to be caged. Every feather of theirs shines with the light of freedom."

"But, but, we don't want to bind Mr. Shuo Yue with responsibility, we just want to fight side by side with him..."

"Even a bird doesn't want to stay in a cage, let alone Sakutsu, how can it be just a flying bird?" Recalling the assassin who reversed everything in the Holy Grail War, Amakusa sighed, "He is a dragon. Soaring in the sky, a noble fantasy of freedom and arrogance.”

"In his eyes, the so-called Uruk is just a bigger birdcage. How can it be such a narrow world that makes him willing to stay?"

"...Sounds like a vagabond." Tomoe Gozen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh, "I also made a promise with Yoshinaka-sama to wander around the world together after everything is peaceful... However, this wish did not come true in the end. accomplish."

"Aren't the so-called wanderers just people who call the world their home and wander around in all directions?" Amakusa said with a smile, "Although this is an unrecognized way of life, for us, sometimes we really envy those who are unscrupulous and carefree. Where's the guy?"

"Although I don't want to interrupt your discussion, I'm sorry, the breath-breathing technique has its limits." Kotaro didn't know when he woke up. No, it should be said that he woke up long ago, but he kept trying not to interrupt the conversation between the two. "Lord Amakusa, can you move your butt? I'm about to suffocate."

"Hey, Kotaro, when did you wake up?" Amakusa asked subconsciously, and then quickly realized, "Ah, I'm sorry, so I was lying on your chest the whole time!"

He wanted to move, but Shuo Yue was too 'enthusiastic' towards him, and his hands and feet were still unable to move: "General Ba, the matter is urgent, can you help me?"

"Oh, oh, here we come to help - hehe!" Tomoe stepped on the stirrup, leaped into the air, and landed heroically in the carriage. Then he grabbed Amakusa's feet and started to pull.

Click.

"General Tomoe, don't break my legs, they're going to break!"

"I'm sorry, but I've given my body to Lord Yoshinaka. Apart from him, I shouldn't have too close contact with other men, so I can only use this method..."

"Is this the time to worry about this? Kotaro has already started rolling his eyes!"

"Uh... (sound of someone dying from being out of breath)."

The discussion about Sakutsuki came to an end. The three powerful heroes were in a hurry, and the noise was more lively than a war. Seeing the rare embarrassment of the generals, the soldiers who had been holding back from the beginning could no longer hold back. Soon someone trembled, turned his head away, and then laughed.

"You're going too far. I've been putting up with you for a long time! You, yes, you!" Amakusa said angrily, "Don't think I don't know if you don't laugh out loud. Your hands are shaking when you push the cart!"

"You're obviously laughing at me. You haven't stopped!"

"Yes, I'm sorry. We've been strictly trained by General Leonidas. No matter how funny it is, we won't laugh..." The ferocious-looking man's face turned the color of liver. He kept holding back, and finally covered his mouth desperately, squeezing out a hint of explanation from the smile that was about to burst.

"Unless they can't help it."

"Let them laugh if they want to, Amakusa." Kotaro's tone was calm, and if you listened carefully, you could find the despair hidden in his tone, "Since I was awakened by your butt, I have no hope for our good reputation."

"Kukuku..." With the general's permission, the soldiers were completely stunned, laughing one after another, the convoy was still moving forward, the laughter was scattered in the time that would eventually pass, only the roar of the disgraced saint would probably stay here for a long, long time.

He said——

"Damn Shuoyue ah ah ah!"

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"A-choo."

The third magician obviously did not have the function of being sick, but Shuoyue still pretended to sneeze.

"Is someone talking about me? Is it Amakusa? Or Shiro?"

As if he could sense someone's resentment, Shuoyue waved his hand indifferently, standing on the hillside, looking at the country entrenched on the earth.

The first thing that caught my eye was the city wall that rose from the west to the east, from one side of the mountain, stretching for thousands of miles and enclosing an entire plain.

Inside the wall, there were green grass, houses and roads, people running, and palaces and towers high on long steps.

Outside the wall, the monsters were running on the barren and bare red land. They couldn't wait to pounce forward, wanting to swallow the fresh flesh and blood into their stomachs, but they were greeted by only slings and spears, as well as whistling magic shells.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The distance was too far, so far that it seemed that all this was not so real. The warriors risked their lives to protect, and the monsters charged at the cost of their lives... It was as hazy as if they were separated by a layer of fog.

But when he recalled the memory of standing on the shoulders of giants and taking the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops with the silver-haired and red-eyed general, the scene in front of him suddenly became vivid, as if the battle between humans and monsters was close at hand, and even the feeling of blood splashing on his body was so clear.

What he and Tomoe Gozen did would be repeated countless times on this front every day until one of the humans and beasts was completely extinct.

And before that, it was a fight to the death.

"This is the northern defense line of Uruk..." Shuoyue breathed a sigh of relief and opened his arms.

Looking north to the majestic pass thousands of miles away, the magnificent and long wind is magnificent.

Although it was a poem written thousands of years later and thousands of miles away, the same magnificent passion transcended time and space and resonated with each other.

The young man couldn't help but let out a long roar.

"Wuluhou——!"

The dragon-like roar raised layers of air waves. A soldier beside the wall of Uruk heard the sound and looked up in surprise, but only saw a flash of blue light in the distance. Then, under the shouts of his comrades, he re-entered the battle line against the monsters.

And Shuoyue had already sneaked into the city of Uruk quietly.

Then, he suffered unexpected disappointment.

"It's not very clear from a distance, but now if you look closely...that's it?" With his face covered by a black robe, Shuoyue looked at the low reed houses, which were scattered in twos and threes like broken vase fragments. Even the few brick houses looked embarrassed under the pile of debris. The haggard refugees fled from the city gate, and when they saw the strange man in a black robe, they avoided his eyes in fear.

The wind whistled past, blowing up the garbage on the ground, and the stench was overwhelming. It was blocked by the invisible barrier, squeezed, and turned into debris bit by bit.

"Is the so-called Uruk only this level?" Under the mask, the young man's face was completely gloomy.

It was completely different from the neat and uniform battle cities seen in games and animations. The scene that greeted Shuoyue's eyes was completely in line with the situation of a war-torn country with a declining livelihood -

But it shouldn't be like this!

The country under the rule of Gilgamesh, the capital ruled by a wise king with clairvoyance, should not be such a dilapidated scene!

"...Is the king still not resting?"

When Shuoyue frowned and was puzzled, he heard the two people's hurried conversation.

"No, he has been working non-stop since yesterday." He was a man dressed as a priest, and the one whispering to him was a woman wearing a green robe, a white headscarf, and a lavender veil. Even though her face was blurred, one could still feel wisdom and peace from her eyes.

"Alas, even diligence has its limits."

"Although the king has anticipated the fall of the northern city, he has no way of knowing the exact time. When the news came, the king was replanning the urban structure of Uruk." The gentle female voice sighed, "There are too many aspects to deal with, even the king is overwhelmed... But what we lack most at the moment is time."

"That being said." The male priest's tone was full of worry, "But the king should also take care of his body. If he returns to the underworld due to excessive fatigue, then Uruk will be completely finished."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of the king."

"Lord Siduri, after Lord Enkidu left, you are the only person the king trusts." The male priest said earnestly, "Please be sure to protect King Gilgamesh on our behalf."

The two figures disappeared from then on, and in the alley at the corner, a figure in a black robe appeared stealthily.

"So that's how it is, I actually forgot the time of my arrival..."

The anxiety of the situation being out of control disappeared from his face. Shuoyue watched Xiduri's slender back disappear in the crowd, and nodded in understanding: "At this point, the goddess of Warcraft has just invaded. Jin Shanshan is exhausted to accept the citizens of the northern city, not to mention the future battle city that has only been designed halfway."

"Hmm, he is worthy of being the oldest king of death from overwork. So many things are on his shoulders, and he is working overtime... Is he so anxious to go to the underworld, is he going to sleep with his good friend?"

Shuoyue complained like this, but he did not intend to show up and run to the temple to laugh at Jin Shanshan who was about to die from overwork. Instead, he lifted his cloak and disappeared in the city of Uruk.

Since Uruk has not been built yet, the exploration information has lost its value. Instead of exposing it hastily under the eyes of the wise king, it is better to leave and collect information in more valuable places.

For example, he raised a beast tide in an attempt to destroy the temple of Gorgon, the goddess of Uruk.

"Although I really want to wrestle with the goddess in the jungle in South America... but now is not the time to do these things."

Restraining his desire for battle, Shuoyue chased the earth veins and flew all the way, and then stopped in front of a deep temple.

Embedded in the mountain, the towering temple opened, like the big mouth of an evil beast, waiting for ignorant intruders.

"Well, I'm in~"

Shrugged indifferently, Shuoyue stepped into the darkness.