Dancer of Konoha

Chapter 21 Farewell, Teacher

The old knife was still waiting quietly under the giant tree, until Yanyan appeared. The withered and thick hand bones slowly pulled out the simple knife stuck on the ground. The blade also stood up towards Yanyan from a distance, like a lone wolf pointing towards the new wolf king. issue a challenge.

Yanyan put the Ryuichimonji short sword back into its scabbard, took small steps towards the giant tree, put on a smile and waved to Lao Dao, trying to show Lao Dao that he had no intention of fighting with him.

However, Lao Dao, who was still silent in front of him, did not say anything. With the sharp sound of breaking through the air, in the middle of his breath, Lao Dao's figure appeared in front of Yanyan. The tall figure suddenly slashed out with a sword. It was obviously a simple sword with a light weapon, but it was The whistling sound of heavy weapons being used by Lao Dao.

"It's easy but heavy... Haha, Lao Dao, your strength has improved a lot."

As the whistling sound with wind pressure hit him head on, Yan Yan forced himself to avoid it with a smile, trying to break the tense situation in front of him.

"Stop playing around, Lao Dao, teach me how to lift something light while acting heavy. I still can't learn this trick..."

In fact, it was the first trick that Yan Yan learned to do something light.

Still silent in response.

Pu Dao moved one move after another, opening and closing like a mace. The amplitude was extremely large, but the speed was surprisingly fast. The strong wind pressure surrounded Yan Yan.

However, Yanyan was faster, stepped lightly, and appeared beside Lao Dao at an extremely tricky angle.

He still didn't take action, but his expression became increasingly sad.

"Let's go, Lao Dao, let's kill the other Centurion Heroic Spirits. Look, I'll complete the mission by killing one more Centurion Heroic Spirit. You can come with me."

Still slashing one after another, turning around and slashing with great impact, slashing at Yanyan's vitals. The fierce sword light gradually closed towards Yanyan's throat, seeming to want him to shut up.

"Stop fighting. Did I do something to make you angry? Then how about I come back in a few days?"

In the blink of an eye, Yan Yan dodged and retreated ten meters in front of Lao Dao. Although his quick movements seemed relaxed and comfortable, his pleading tone became increasingly sad.

As Yan Yan retreated, Lao Dao decisively held the Pu Dao in front of him and danced it rapidly. In an instant, a semicircular knife net of sword light was formed. At the same time, it was constantly vibrating the blade, and the blade followed the movement of the blade. The molding of the net was also shaken to the point of being riddled with cracks.

"Ka...cha...canglang..."

I saw the old sword flicked hard, and the simple sword was shaken into dozens of pieces. They flew out of the knife net densely, and shot towards the flames with a whistling sound, and the silver light flashed.

Enyan did not use the "dodge" of the Ryūichimonji short sword, but used the scabbard to easily knock down the fragments one by one like a storm.

His strength has long been far beyond that of Lao Dao. When Lao Dao shot out the fragments, Yanyan knew that Lao Dao was tempting him to use "dodge". When the fragments were shot down, Yanyan saw Lao Dao opening his arms as if to welcome death.

"Lao Dao is really seeking death..."

Familiar thoughts appeared in his mind again.

This is a fact, but Yanyan has been avoiding this fact.

"Why......"

Yanyan shouted sadly.

Lao Dao touched his body with some disappointment, as if regretting that he was not killed by the rebounded fragments of Pu Dao.

The gap in strength was getting bigger and bigger, and it was no longer possible to fool this little man. Lao Dao sighed and shook his head.

Then he saw the sad Yanyan shouting. He couldn't bear it, but he could only stand straight on the spot, clutching the bare handle of the knife tightly, ready to go.

Lao Dao understands Yan Yan's feelings and cherishes their relationship, but Lao Dao wants to die on the way to charge. He hopes his disciples can understand his silent plea for help. He is tired...

Every day here is torture. All the old ghosts are numbing themselves with fighting, and the same is true for Lao Dao.

Until one day when he was coming out of the battlefield, he encountered a pale little skeleton who stupidly wanted to sneak attack on him. The moment he walked out, he was so stupid that he almost laughed, but he still got hit. It was really embarrassing.

The little man made a deal with himself, asking him to teach him sword skills...

Teaching sword skills? This might be more interesting than fighting around, so he agreed without much thought.

As the little man's strength grew, he gradually discovered the magic of this little skeleton. The skeletal spirits he killed never recovered. Lao Dao was surprised to find that these skeletal spirits were finally free... .

But at the same time, Lao Dao also discovered that slowly, not only did this little man regard him as a teacher, he also began to regard this little man as a disciple, but...

He is tired...

He wants to be free...

"Have you truly understood him?"

Athena couldn't stand it any longer, and the cold voice was like cold water that woke up the burning pain.

"Understand? I killed my comrade and my teacher with my own hands. How do you want me to understand?"

Yanyan whispered sadly.

"Have you truly understood the significance of your existence to this copy?"

Damn it, Athena felt like her data flow was messed up, and she no longer wanted to try to understand human emotions.

"You don't know anything at all."

Athena angrily threw the copy introduction into Yanyan's mind, which shocked Yanyan and gave her a headache.

Dungeon introduction: This is a battleground for military strategists throughout the ages, and more than tens of millions of heroic souls have fallen there from ancient times to the present. Iron horses and glaciers, the battlefield is ruthless. Their battle has never stopped. Although their bodies have long since turned to dust, their souls will never fade away. The sky is filled with lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering around. Your appearance has given these countless resentful heroic spirits hope. Only you can help them escape...

"You mean...I am their hope? I want to help them get out?"

Yanyan put away her sadness a little and looked at the introduction of the copy again and again, and murmured in a low voice.

"you are tired?"

Looking at the old sword not far away, holding an empty hilt, staring at Yan Yan, he once again assumed a posture of charging.

But Yan Yan seemed to have truly entered Lao Dao's heart at this time, as well as the hearts of countless skeletons and heroes.

I saw Lao Dao stepping forward heavily, saving his last life and spirit, preparing to launch the final charge against Yanyan.

Yanyan also slowly drew out the Dragon Ichimonji short sword, holding the blade at an angle. Through the reflection from the side of the blade, he seemed to see the bottomless eye holes of the old sword filled with the desire for death.

The two people's eyes were fixed on each other. Lao Dao opened his mandible, revealing a familiar expression to Yan Yan. However, the expression behind it was no longer the sarcasm of the past. It seemed to be replaced by encouragement, comforting Yan Yan's trembling heart.

Yanyan no longer hesitated, nodded fiercely, raised the blade towards Lao Dao, and tried his best to give Lao Dao all the respect.

Lao Dao opened his jaws wide and strode forward with a roar. His steps filled with strength increased from slow to fast, and he launched a charge with a fierce momentum! The momentum is like a rainbow!

Forward...forward...forward...

Speed ​​up...Speed ​​up...Speed ​​up...

Lao Dao died on the way to charge before he was alive. After death... he will still fall on the way to charge!

"Farewell, General... no..."

"Teacher, have a good journey..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yan appeared behind Lao Dao, and the afterimage of the sword's light passed through Lao Dao's skull, barely catching up with the smooth spine of Ryuichimonji's short sword.

As if in a dream, there seemed to be a gap in time from when Yanyan disappeared to when he passed behind Lao Dao.

too fast! Different from the previous violent sword strikes, this was Yan Yan's strongest strike, containing all his energy and extreme speed. There was no sound, as if the light of the sword was chasing behind him.

Lao Dao turned his back to Yan Yan and struggled to hold up his arm with the last bit of strength, gave a trembling thumbs up, and then fell to the ground...

"Wow... Wow..."

Yanyan knelt on the ground and gathered the bones of Lao Dao scattered on the ground, silently.

For Lao Dao, this was a relief, but for Yan Yan, it was heartbreaking to see him kill his own teacher with his own hands.

"He is too tired, you should be happy for him..."

Athena comforted.

"I know, Athena, do me a favor..."

The sad Yanyan raised his hand to interrupt Athena's words, slowly grabbed a handful of small gray-white bone powder from the ground, and looked at it intently.

"what?"

"Make me a mask, using the bones of Lao Dao, make it look like him and mount it on the Ming Dynasty 14-style box. His head is gone. It's been a long time and I'm afraid I'll forget Lao Dao... "

"......,good."

Athena finally agreed to Yanyan, even though such a move would consume some of Athena's few energy.

She couldn't understand human emotions, but when the pain broke through her heart, she also felt inexplicable pain. This made Athena feel novel, and it was worth wasting a little energy.