The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"...I accept it, Flavi."

This is the beginning of their friendship.

Chapter 81: Tears of Flowers

Nock the arrow, take the bow, draw the string.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the arrow pierced the air in an instant, and flew away at a fast speed, flying to the hill not far away, but it was not the same as the marked tree, and it missed the other side of the tree. on a tree.

"Tsk."

San puts down his bow and sighs.

"Flaiwei, it's your turn."

Nodding her head, Flavi stood up and grabbed the big bow that was nearly four meters long. She looked at the target three kilometers away, and shot it almost as soon as the bow was strung.

And in the next second, it was like a missile exploded. Not only was the target tree blown away, but the surrounding trees were also uprooted by the impact force, and a huge crater was directly blasted with the arrow as the center. .

Squinting his eyes and looking at the huge pit, Sang sighed speechlessly.

"Uh, can you control your strength? How can you practice if you blow it up directly!"

Flavi put down the bow and touched her head in embarrassment.

"Sorry, confiscated."

With the bow and arrow in the sauna, I began to hesitate whether I should continue to practice.

Originally, I thought that people would not be overwhelmed by their skills in the world, so I asked Flavi, who is a master of bow and arrow, for advice on bow skills, but the more I practiced, the more useless I felt.

After all, he knows a thing or two about magic and miracles, and the priority of bows and arrows as a long-range replacement is relatively low...

"Lower the center of gravity, use your body to sense the wind direction and interference factors, seize that perfect moment, try again, and you will definitely be able to do it next time."

But after all, Flavi taught very seriously, and he was too embarrassed to say that he didn't want to learn.

The ways of the world are always confusing.

The life of the undead team is very boring. Most of the people in the team are practicing swords and staring in a daze when they are not working. Until the arrival of Sang brought them poker and chess. human nature.

Although I was scolded by the captain for playing too many cards together.

But Sang would occasionally see the captain stay in the room and carve the woodcarving of Artorius with a knife.

Due to the limitations in Fran, Sang often talked with Flavi and asked for some experiments that could not be done normally.

"You mean, the world is round, a big, big ball? Sang, I know you're smart, but that's really..."

"Well, to be honest, I'm not sure. After all, I don't have the opportunity and time to travel around the world to prove whether the world has boundaries, so I ask you for help."

Binding himself to a long arrow, he said to Flavi with a serious face.

"Come on! Shoot me upwards with all your strength, I want to see the scenery above the sky."

Flavi was all worried, the hand that drew the bow was rarely trembling.

"San, I think you might die."

After all, it is neither a dragon nor a crow. In this world, most of the strong can't fly.

"It's okay, I made my own parachute, so don't worry about me, shoot with all your strength!"

What is a parachute?

Flavi scratched her head helplessly, sighed, and obediently picked up the bow, then pulled the string to the maximum, and shot San with all her strength towards the dazzling sun in the sky.

call out! ! !

"Wuhu Huhuhuhu—"

Accompanied by a sound explosion, Sang's figure disappeared in front of her eyes in just an instant, and her face was distorted by the impact during the high-speed flight and made an indistinct sound.

It wasn't until a big hole was pierced through the clouds in the sky that a figure began to fall after more than ten seconds, like an insignificant black spot in the huge sky.

Flavi worriedly watched his falling trajectory seriously.

Until in the middle of the air, I don't know what was pulled away, and a strange mushroom appeared above Sang, and I pulled it up again, and then floated down slowly.

Flavi's tense heart was finally relieved, but not completely relaxed.

Suddenly, the mushroom exploded, and after a brief pause, Sang fell down like a cannonball.

"send--"

The miserable cry reached her ears several kilometers away.

"mulberry!!!"

Flavi hurriedly stepped forward, smashing into a row of trees and obstacles and rushing towards the landing point. At the last moment, she swooped to catch it, and her heavy body rubbed against the ground to draw a long trace.

"Are you okay?"

The restoration light flashed by, Sang twisted his neck, and calmly spat out blood.

"It's okay, thank you."

"It's fine, have you seen what the sky looks like?"

"...No, I can't open my eyes because of the wind. It seems that I have to make more careful preparations next time."

"There's another time!"

Such days often happen, although it seems a bit strange in memory, but during that time, it may be the happiest time in his life.

This kind of joy is different from the relaxation with Dax, and the benefit from getting along with Palotas. It is like returning to the student days, and the pure joy I feel when I beat my opponent in the pinball game.

The important thing is that getting along with her gave him the feeling that he didn't exist in the world of black souls.

There is no evil and dirty darkness, problems to face, and painful choices. At some point, this place has become a safe haven for him to feel at ease.

This is very strange, he is already in his 30s, and in the original world he is the age at which he can be a father, so he should not be so easily shaken.

So, why does Flavi always touch his heartstrings so much?

To get to the bottom of it, he detaches himself from himself and analyzes the past from the perspective of God.

"Oh I see."

While cutting the wood carving in his hand, he suddenly said

"?"

"I used to want to be someone like you."

Unrestrained and irresponsible, a ranger who can punish evil and promote good with his own will.

He thinks that kind of lifestyle is cool and ideal, and he can live freely and die casually.

But from the beginning to the end, he never expected that he would become an evil hero destined to end in tragedy.

But that's fine too, Chinese romance always succumbs to tragic heroism, and he doesn't regret it.

But ah-

A complicated and impenetrable loneliness appeared in his eyes.

The so-called hero should die at the most appropriate time.

A few people he had never seen again appeared in his mind, and their deaths emerged, and he heard Andil's words again. Under the accumulation of everything, the demon with the same voice as himself spoke to him.

Are heroes meaningful to the doomed end times?

He looked up, looked at his friend, looked at his distant ideal, he looked at it for a long time, and felt a little embarrassed when he saw Flavi.

"Sang... what's wrong with you?"

Shaking his head, he put aside the cowardly thought of not being a warrior.

"It's nothing, it's normal, I just want to die suddenly, after thinking about the future, I can't see anything but despair and misfortune."

What is more terrible than misfortune and pain is waiting for misfortune and pain to come.

As for this frustrating thought, Flavi should come out with a logical and positive answer.

"You can't just say what you want to die, people should work hard to live."

Flavi took care of the small bouquet in her hand.

"Life is born into the world, itself is the struggle of hope against despair. Didn't you say that nothing is always like this, and this world will not always be like this. I also believe that in the future world, it will definitely be Surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers."

"Besides, you are so powerful and smart, Sang, you will definitely be fine in the future."

For her who knew nothing, Sang slightly sighed tiredly, and pushed aside the wood carving chips in his hand.

"I'm not that great, and I can't carry too many things. In fact, since before, I have hated things that only I can do."

After being silent for a while, he suddenly spoke again abruptly.

"Born in sorrow, die in peace."

"?"

Listening to the ancient prose that burst out suddenly, question marks appeared on the top of Freiwei's head countless times.

"It means that a person or a country can survive in a state of worry and disaster, but in a state of ease and enjoyment, a person or a country can perish."

Unconsciously, he scratched the wood carving in his hand.

Flavi was still puzzled.

"It's a strange truth. Doesn't this mean that human life must be rooted in suffering? This is too sad."

"The reason is this. After all, the worse the reality is, the more real it is."

"Flaiwei...will you die?"

Suddenly, he called softly.

Looking at the giant with his eyes, he was actually a little weak.

"........."

Realizing his seriousness, Flavi temporarily put down the bouquet in her hand.

"Yes, everyone dies."

Sang smiled twice.

"Hmph, can I ask you to die behind me?"

"It's impossible to say."

"Then you should be careful in the future, don't get involved in some dangerous things, if you die too, I should be alone all my life."

Flavi was surprised when he heard what he said, but she still smiled.

"That's a real responsibility."

As the ostracized giant, her journey was lonely until she met San, because that feeling was really bad.

At this moment, Flavi suddenly handed over her bow and arrow and a small knife.

"This is?"

"It is the tradition of our giants. Let the recognized strong and friends engrave their names on the weapons, which can bless the safety of the journey."

"Well."

Sang reached out to take it, held the knife and thought about it thoughtfully, then made a few gestures in the air, and finally moved the knife after thinking clearly.

He handed the bow back to Flavi, and looked down. Flavi tilted her head in some doubts, pointed to the words and asked him.

"San, what is this—"

"It's my [real name]."

He smiled and explained.

"It's not that Sang is a pseudonym, but Sang is a free translation if you want to count it? Anyway, this is my [real name] written in the language of my hometown."

Since coming to this world, he has never told anyone his real name. After all, he is not a heroic spirit, and he doesn't particularly care about this aspect.

Flavi stroked the word with an inexplicable expression on her face.