After the momentary glory and shine, dreams and life burned out together.

Only dust and ashes fell from the sky.

The world gradually collapsed and disappeared without a trace in front of us.

Everything was quickly gone, and I waved goodbye.

It was too late to confirm the result of that sword, but that kind of thing didn't matter. Perhaps he had been extremely uneasy and fearful about everything in this world, but he would not doubt this sword alone.

Because it's over.

Whether it is the other person or yourself.

In the rapidly dark world, countless flashes of light flashed in front of Sasaki's eyes.

The tiny essence accumulated in the long life flies in front of you, and what it brings is not anxiety and fear, but indescribable fulfillment and gratitude.

It's like, returning to the past again, everything becomes so real under the past chats, language, wine glasses, moonlight and flowers.

The phantom of the past emerged from the dust, standing quietly on both sides of the road, silently saying goodbye to him.

Those familiar faces kept emerging and their eyes were warm.

Master Douzhen, teacher, Miss Amber, Zuotou City... Professor, Principal, and Mr. Huai Shi...

At the end of the darkness, Sasaki looked back and bent down gratefully, expressing his final gratitude to the people who have accompanied, encouraged and helped him along the way.

I have been taking care of it all the time.

"Thank you..."

Sasaki Kiyomasa closed his eyes with satisfaction and went with his dream.

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In the dead silence, I heard the cracking sound for a long time.

A tiny sound rang out from inside his body and spread out... until the end, along with the blade in his hand, shattered inch by inch, turning into ashes.

It is unbelievable that there is such a dazzling and shining sword light in this world, as if it is entrusting a person's life on this sword.

With the spirit of nothingness, he outlined the incarnation of the Ming King and brought down the thunder like heavenly punishment.

Then, it's over.

He was stiff and lowered his head, and saw the cracks spreading rapidly on his hands and the shell.

At that moment, his life, will and soul were destroyed by this dazzling sword, and he exerted destruction without mercy.

There is no room for maneuver or possibility.

it's over.

So abrupt.

But Sukiko's murderer Rimi Kushiki's mood was extremely calm.

I didn't feel absurd, nor did I think incredible about why I died here. Even if the hatred has not been vented, even if the plan has not been completed...

Just like a wild dog dying in an alley, he accepted this reality calmly and calmly.

Even if I have some spare time to think about what kind of hell the sinful self will fall into.

But where is hell in this world that will remain for yourself?

After a person dies, the source substance will dissipate, and the clear source substance will rise, washing away the painful memories and returning to the vast sea of ​​silver. The world after death does not exist, there is no hell, nor heaven, but only a piece of nothingness.

Death is ugly, just like myself.

I should have such an ending.

In the trance brought about by this dissipation, he heard the sound from the past.

That was the first time I was holding a sword, and I heard words.

"You're Jiujing, are you?"

The young samurai with a shaved beard squatted down and looked at the child in front of him, "For the first time I met, I am your swordsman, just call me Sasaki."

He smiled kindly, but his grinning looked like a monkey, so funny.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "Swordsmanship is actually very interesting!"

"Really?"

The child looked up at the adult in front of him and was skeptical: "I heard from my father that swordsmanship is difficult and dangerous."

"Although it's a little bit, it doesn't matter."

The man, who was a little uncontrollable, held the wooden knife and waved it hard twice. He looked back and seemed to show some treasure: "Did you see it? It's not difficult at all."

"The sword path is magical. It will hear you speak. As long as you make a wish for it and move forward persistently, it will definitely be realized!"

The warrior put his hands on his waist and suddenly asked, "Jiu Jingjun, do you have any dreams?"

"I have no idea."

"Hey? Aren't you a scientist or an astronaut? It's so rare...what is the job you want to do?"

The child shook his head: "I can't think of it."

"What about that, what must be done?"

The teacher bent down and asked seriously: "That kind of thing must be true? Everyone should have thought about it."

Jiu Jing was stunned, dazed for a long time, and finally got the courage: "I want to protect everyone. Is this kind of thing a dream?

Father, father, brother, Ryunosuke who is always bullied, Asuka who loves to cry, Maki and Mieko who like to play the most, and... Miss Amber!"

I never thought about being invincible in the world, nor did I think about becoming a powerful figure.

Just want to protect them so that they will no longer be afraid.

I want the lonely princess to stop worrying and smile.

Want to make them happy...

"Is such a naive thing a dream?"

In the long silence, the child looked at his future teacher uneasyly, without the expected ridicule and contempt, but instead saw a serious and serious face.

"It's obviously a little devil, but my dream is the same as me. Jiujing, you guy should not be underestimated."

The warrior suddenly burst into laughter smugly, reached out, rubbed his hair, and told him: "From now on, you will be my competitor! Come on together!"

"Um!"

The child nodded vigorously.

Something was shining in his wide eyes.

In this way, in the morning light, I held the teacher's hand and walked away step by step, disappearing.

Only the lonely murderer was left in place, staring at them in a daze, smiling bitterly, and lowering his eyes.

"It's really stupid..."

In the silence, I fell to the sky and fell down without any more sound.

Death comes.

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Outside the mountain, the old Ape Kamakawa who was drinking did not speak anymore.

It seemed that I was still savoring the sword light that was so solemn that it was like a god and a Buddha.

After a long time, he looked up and drank the wine in the gourd in one mouthful. Finally, he glanced at the smile remaining on the corner of the deceased's mouth, sighed and turned around and left.

Never look back.

And above the clouds, Hattori still looked down and looked down, smelling the remaining burnt stinking left by the thunder whistling in the air, and his brows slowly frowned.

After the news of Ashikaga's death was leaked, Lu Mingguan could not wait any longer. Otherwise, he would not have been so hasty about throwing out the ace in his hand.

The lightning that fell from the sky just now was not a natural celestial phenomenon... On the contrary, the arrogant and indulgent person turned into lightning, crossing the present situation, and ignoring the ban, probably only one person was attacking the Lijian clan despite the ban.

Among the wind and thunder walls, the fourth-level sublimator holding two miracles inscribed in his hand - Kanda Aoshi!

There were two miracles of Tiandong Taigong and Wretched Maul engraved in hand, claiming that one person's power was enough to destroy an entire border and create a famous "Thor" in hell!

Through the secret instrument, he turned his whole body into thunder, broke through his free membrane, and broke into the Lijian family. He was afraid he had already started to kill people and silence them, creating evidence for the next step of division?

After the superficial skill was useless, he pulled off his high-sounding mask and began to swallow the corpse impatiently...

Those decadent old things have indeed become an obstacle to the great cause of the Supreme Emperor.

Just as he was thinking, a firefly flew through the air and fell into his hands.

That is the command from the 'seat'.

However, when the fine fluorescence unfolds, the command inside does not allow you to take action in secret, but allows you to continue to stand by and watch.
To be continued...