Rebirth of Japan's Sekiro Legacy

Chapter 89 The Man in the Alley
The scene changed, Nozomi Arakawa returned to his room, and the guardian bell stopped ringing.

It looks like it should only be used once a day.

Looking at the Yueyintang in his hand and the floating white paper figurine, Nozomi Arakawa felt a little complicated.

It's okay to talk about Yueyin Tang, it's over after nibbling, but how to use the paper doll?
Nozomi Arakawa knows that there are two ways to use paper figurines, one is to enhance the power of one's own skills, such as Wei Ming's cross cut and dragon flash.Another way to use it is to play the function of ninja prosthetic hands, such as ninja tools such as shuriken and blowing torch.

Arakawa Nozomi observed the paper figures carefully and found that some of them had signs similar to shurikens painted on them.

[Floating white paper man.It is not limited to human beings. If you miss something, your thoughts will sometimes appear in the form of phantoms. Paper dolls are necessary to activate prosthetic ninjas and other actions, and they will be consumed every time they are used.]

Arakawa thought for a while, and threw one of the paper figurines towards the corner.

The moment the paper figurine was released, it turned into a shuriken and flew out, sinking deeply into the floor, and then dissipated.

"So you don't need a prosthetic hand to use ninja tools?" Nozomi Arakawa was surprised.

He was just doing an experiment, but he didn't expect it to succeed!
He looked at the paper figurines floating in his hands, and there were about three left. Although one was missing, he got useful information, and Nozomi Arakawa felt that it was not a loss.

He grabbed a paper figurine and inspected it, and found that the symbols drawn on it were all random, including a shuriken, an umbrella, and a blowing torch.

"Does that mean I can only use it three times? Can this paper man be made by himself?" Arakawa Wang was a little unwilling.

The ninja prosthetic hand is an extremely powerful auxiliary tool. Let alone the bells and whistles such as shurikens and mechanism umbrellas, as long as Arakawa Wang has the claws of the ninja prosthetic hand, he doesn't need to take a taxi and run around. Spider-Man is gone.

He let go of his hand, and the cute paper figurine was suspended in the air like this, dangling.

He stretched out his hand again, and the paper figurine floated over and hovered in his palm, like a bird seeing its master coming home.

"It's better to have something than nothing." He turned his wrist and put the paper figurine away. "Let's ask the wolf later."

He looked out of the window, the city was full of lights, and there was a full moon in the sky, which was a good weather for going out.

But before he groped out quietly, he had one more thing to do.

... * ...

Qiu Xue was leaning on her big dark blue bed, holding a book with a red cover in her hand.

Maybe it's because she's been reading for a long time, her eyes are a little dry.

Putting down the books, she casually took a photo frame on the bedside table.

The photo is a group photo of four children, three girls and one boy, two of them look very similar, one standing shyly, one smiling, and a little girl with a white hairpin shyly hiding Behind the little boy, facing the camera, timidly reveals half of his face.

"Brother..." She brushed the photo with her pale fingers, and murmured softly.

dong dong dong.

There was a light knock on the door.

Qiu Xue pinned the photo on the table with her backhand: "Who?"

Although she was still waiting for Qiuye to bring her milk, Qiuye would never knock on her door like this.

"It's me." A male voice sounded from outside the door.

"Brother?" Qiu Xue froze for a moment, "Please come in."

Arakawa Wang pushes the door and enters. What surprised Qiu Xue was that he was holding a cup of hot milk in his hand.

"That... I heard that you have to drink a cup of hot milk with sugar every night, so I brought it to you." Nozomi Arakawa looked at Qiu Xue's room. The neat red cedar bookshelves and European retro-style decorations look like In the room of a medieval aristocrat, the crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the ceiling, and the soft bed with light blue gauze curtains adds a little warmth to this room, just like the boudoir of a princess in a fairy tale.

"What about Autumn Night?" Qiu Xue asked.

"It doesn't matter. It's what I want to do. I'll stay in this house all the time. If I don't do something, I'll feel bad."

"Brother obviously doesn't need to do anything." Qiu Xue took the hot milk and held it gently in the palm of her hand.

"It's just warming up a cup of milk for my sister, it's normal."

"Thank you, brother." Qiu Xue's voice softened.

"Well, then you should go to bed early. You have to go to school tomorrow." Nozomi Arakawa said.

"Okay, brother, please go to bed early."

Nozomi Arakawa felt relieved for the time being, if he would bring Qiu Xue a cup of hot milk every night and watch Qiu Xue lie down and rest, he would feel much more at ease.

Father, mother, and Qiu Xue... These are the relatives he finally got in this world. He regards them as treasures and will never allow anyone to hurt them. This is his precious cake. If anyone wants to grab it For his cake, he will fight desperately!

"The mistakes of the previous life will never be repeated in this life." Wang Arakawa said silently in his heart.

He turned and left the room, but was stopped by Qiu Xue.

"Well, brother wants a game console, right?" Qiu Xue sat on the edge of the bed in white sleepiness, staring down at her cute big toe, "If you want it, I'll ask a servant to install it in brother's room tomorrow."

"This matter..." Arakawa Wang smiled, "Let's talk about it later."

He closed the door.

That's right, after a while the gate of ghosts will be completely closed, and it won't be too late to install a game console at that time.

Back in the room, it was almost ten o'clock, and Qiuye and Qiuyue had already rested by this time.

Nozomi Arakawa took out the courier's clothes from his satchel...

... * ...

The terrain of the alley is intricate, a woman is running desperately, holding a seven or eight year old girl in her arms.

Her throat was dry and she couldn't help but shed tears, her teardrops dancing in the air.

How could this happen?
She couldn't figure it out.

"Don't run!"

"Stop it you bitch!"

There was a loud noise from behind, like a mad dog barking after someone.

run!run!
The woman was running barefoot, and she had kicked off her high heels a long time ago, they were too much of a hindrance.

"Mom..." The girl didn't cry, but just held onto her mother's skirt tightly.

The alley was very narrow. The woman rubbed against the trash can and fell to the ground. The trash can was mixed with sewage and stained the woman's clothes.

But she couldn't care about any of this now and could only run, as far as possible.

Better get out of Japan, out of this country, so these people can't find her!

The little girl was in pain, but she didn't cry, because her mother was crying, and her mother would be more sad if she cried too.

The woman tried her best to get up, but was thrown to the ground by a stick. She was so painful that she even forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Damn it, keep running!" Several young men held her down with grim smiles, and one of them held her head in front.

"Bring that little girl here!"

Someone grabbed the little girl's arm and dragged her back.

"Mom!" The girl panicked.

"Let go of her! Let her go! You scum!" The woman stretched out her hand to her daughter with disheveled hair, but the distance between the two was getting farther and farther.

So the woman frantically bit the young man's ankle, trying to make him let go so that he could save his daughter.

The long-haired young man's eyes turned black from the pain, he was enraged, and he slammed the iron rod on the woman's head hard, again and again.

"Fuck! Die, die, die, die, die!"

The little girl stared blankly at all this, watching the woman gradually loosen her grip on the young man's calf, and blood slowly oozing from her head.

"You bastard!" Someone kicked the long-haired young man's ass, "I didn't tell you to beat her to death!"

"What are you talking about? She's going to bite my feet to pieces!" The long-haired young man was not to be outdone, and the blood-stained iron rod in his hand was still bleeding.

"Stop arguing, isn't there still this girl, get it back and do some business!" Someone fought.

But the girl in the dress just walked to the woman's side silently and leaned on her body, wanting to hear whether the woman's heart was still beating.

"Mom?" she asked quietly.

The woman was motionless.

"Hey, you, go and take this girl away, lying on the dead man, it looks disgusting."

"Okay, okay! Brother!"

The young man who was not very high in status silently picked up the little girl.

But when he raised his head, he froze.

There was a tall figure standing silently in front of him. It was a man wearing a gray kimono and standing empty-handed.

　The third shift, if nothing unexpected happened, there would be three shifts every day.I know that my writing is poor, but I can only try my best to write well. I have edited and deleted some words in Chapter 14. Some things are not written according to my original intention. I have a habit of writing things, that is to follow the big plot Just write it down, don’t ask questions first, whatever you write is what you write, and then slowly change it later.If not, I will only have one chapter in a day at most. It is really difficult to write web articles. I really forgot to change some places. Forgive me... Everyone wants tickets.)
　　
　
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