king of yokohama

The people who are sure to support you at the moment are not there for you.

You are alone and helpless for a while, and you can't help but feel sad.People who are attracted by your ideals to follow you, as long as your behavior deviates slightly from your ideals, they will correct you in the name of being good to you, just like now.

Liudaokuo seemed to see something from your expression, and was about to speak, but saw that the ninth generation of Pengelie sent a guardian over to ask the port mafia to continue the negotiation as if the time was stuck, so he had to temporarily swallow and change his words Support your words, lost the opportunity to talk to you.

Since you came back from Sicily in a hurry to announce that Hong Kong and Black are officially at war with Pengelie, so far you have not had the opportunity to exchange ideas with the cadres.

"I heard that you and Judai have always been sisters and brothers. Even if you have any deep hatred with Jiaguang, you should also consider it for A Gang." Peng Gelie Jiudaimu, who was still sitting formally, had a kind face, quite a bit It means earnestly.

You squinted your eyes just after taking your seat, and you admitted that you cared a little bit about Tsunayoshi Sawada, but it is absolutely impossible for Pengelie to use this to play the emotional card with you.From the day when Tsunayoshi Sawada became the tenth generation of Vongola, you expected that one day he would be hostile to him.

Peng Lie Jiudaimu's voice paused, and you saw the guardian team lined up behind him neatly make way for a seat, and the brown-haired boy who hadn't seen him for many days came out from behind them and made his official appearance.

Seeing you looking at him with critical eyes, you can see that Tsunayoshi Sawada, who didn't know in advance that the person he was going to meet was you, was off guard. His warm brown pupils were covered with water mist, and he was as wet and tender as Bambi. The bewildered look in his eyes gave people a delicate and pitiful feeling.

Sighing inwardly, you can imagine, if the person who appeared in front of him at this time was not you, he would have a look of supporting the majesty and calmness of the leader of the Tenth Generation of Pengelie.

When you and Sawada Tsunayoshi looked into each other's eyes, Vongola Nine said at the right time, "If you insist on being so unreasonable, Vengola will not just back down." It's good-looking, it's better to rely on the good relationship between the ten generations and both parties, and take a step back.

This old leader is actually very helpless in his heart. It's not that he doesn't give Shidai the opportunity to negotiate and exercise himself, but that such negotiations really can't be used to train Shidai.In fact, sometimes seeing Judai's kind nature, Jiudaimu also doubts whether Peng Gelie's way of choosing heirs based on blood concentration in modern times is correct.

Sawada Iemitsu said nothing.His son didn't give him a look when he arrived at the scene, completely ignoring him, the father who was connected with him by blood, and instead showed an expression of asking for help to Pengo Li's enemies.

But from the father's point of view, he is really not qualified to discipline Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"This is the questionnaire we distributed to the citizens of Yokohama, and there are statistical data on the back." Peng Lie Jiudaimo signaled the hesitant Judai with stern eyes to come forward and hand the questionnaire to you.

Tsunayoshi Sawada complied.He has no way to disobey the meaning of this elder who has always been good to him, just like he is unwilling to be your enemy because he has always been grateful to you before the age of 14.

Peng Lie Jiudaimu sighed, "Miss Yaka, it's been three months, everyone has had enough."

......What's the meaning?What kind of trick is Pengo Lie going to play again?

With such doubts in mind, you hold the poll questionnaire for a while and find that there are indeed signatures of Yokohama citizens’ petitions on it, and you can’t help showing a little disbelief on your face.When you think about how Vongola started the poll from Yokohama City, which you built like an iron bucket, the veins on your forehead almost burst out of anger, and you squeezed the paper in your hand.

Mori Ogai! !

At this fucking time, stabbing you for Peng Lie's knife, the wishful thinking of reaping the profits is well done! !

You suppressed your anger, spread out the crumpled questionnaire, looked at the back, tore the piece of paper in your hand to shreds, then stood up, waved the shredded paper to the sky .

The confetti fluttered down and fell around you.

"Vengley! Do you think I will compromise?!" Just with a mere questionnaire, I want you to bow your head and dream of their spring and autumn dreams!

Thinking of this, your eyes are red.

Is the voice of the city actually the same?

Do you want you to give up revenge and stop this war?

After so many years...how could...how could it be possible to give up...!

You kicked down the chair beside you as if to vent your anger, and slashed at Iemitsu Sawada madly with the sword in your hand.

No one is stopping you.

The people of the port mafia had no time to stop you, the people of Vongola gave up stopping you, and Sawada Iemitsu did not resist.

You have seen Yaodao Zuige cut off Zen's head, you have seen Baishan Yoshimitsu cut off Amano Rei's head, but you have never cut off anyone's head with your own hands.

And now, at the negotiating table, in full view of all opponents, you have successfully cut off the head of the only enemy left in this world.

Fearing that the blade would get stuck in the neck bone, you used [-]% of your strength, and the force returned by the flesh and blood of the strong human beings made your jaw go numb, but you succeeded in the end.

Don't worry about the head that flew out, killing and making up the knife is the most important thing.You calmly pierced the heart of Sawada Iemitsu's still standing corpse with the demon sword sin song, and then smashed that heart to pieces, making sure that even if the king of heaven came, he would not be able to save him.

Something sprayed on your face, you raised your hand to wipe it, and it was bright red.

is blood.

On your snow-white hair, on your clean windbreaker, there is blood everywhere, and when you draw the sword and stab it again, the blood-stained blade of the Taidao splashes out along with the flesh-red broken internal organs.

The strong smell of blood in the air is disgusting.You, who was slashing the enemy with your hands, suddenly lost your sense of reality. Holding the knife, you didn't feel any joy in your heart. You only felt that you should laugh after the revenge was successful, so you laughed, laughing arrogantly and unrestrainedly.

Smiling and laughing, tears fell down, hidden in the blood on the face, no one could find it.

During this period, Pengelie's people watched from the sidelines. In their view, it was not you who killed Sawada Iemitsu, but Sawada Iemitsu voluntarily died to maximize the interests of the family.Therefore, they cannot let Iemitsu Sawada die in vain.

Feeling that your vision is a bit obstructed, you raised the hand that wasn't holding the knife, and gathered the messy hair hanging from your forehead. The sticky blood clotted on it, dyeing the silver hair red.

Flowing fire burns all over you, rejecting other approaches.

You looked back and smiled, and through the dazzling firelight, you said softly to Ozaki Koyo who was staring at you in a daze and still reaching out to stop him, "Sister Hongye, I will not have any offspring."

So, don't worry about when it will be time for retribution.

After making a certain decision in your heart, you looked at Guangjin Liulang again, and your tone became relaxed and cheerful, "Master, I will not harm the interests of the organization."

So, don't worry about what will happen to Vengley.

In the end, like asking for forgiveness after doing something bad to Mukuro, you winked cutely at him and explained, "Muku, I only see this opportunity in front of me."

So, don't persuade you to endure it any longer.

You turned your head, facing Pengo Lie's group, and suddenly made a move that no one present could understand.

I saw you holding the knife in your backhand, put your hands to your mouth, and shouted to the sky: "Book! I want to give my 'uniqueness' to others! If you want to take it! Go find someone else! I won't accompany you !"

Don't let this world be destroyed or restarted because of your death.

The clouds in the sky seem to have gathered into a pair of eyes. The source of the busy world in other time and space seems to have witnessed this scene before. His cold eyes fell on you, and he nodded slowly, agreeing to this exchange.

After doing this, you seem to have lost your strength, the sin song you have been holding tightly in your hand falls to the ground, and the half of the Taidao plunges obliquely into the ground.In the flickering firelight, you closed your eyes, but no more tears flowed.

You finally know what Mori Ogai has always wanted you to know.

"Pengley, listen up!"

You opened your eyes, looked up at the hazy sky, then lowered your head, looking at the group of people opposite as if condescending.

The right hand moved slightly, and the mechanism was touched, and the Hidden Sword popped out instantly. Baishan Yoshimitsu's sharp blade was extremely sharp, shining with cold light, and pointed directly at Peng Gelie Jiudaimu.

"I do things alone! I don't implicate Yokohama!"

You withdrew your hand expressionlessly, stroked the blade of the sword lightly, held the sword horizontally, put it on your neck, and slowly exerted force until the blade completely sank into the flesh, then said in a cold voice.

The blade of the sword, which cuts iron like mud, cut off the few strands of blood-stained silver hair blown by the wind lightly.

The white neck was as fragile as a dying swan, and blood gushed out in an instant.

"Mori Ogai!!"

Blood dripped from your lower lip, and a tear of blood finally flowed from your red eyes, dripping down the blood on your cheeks onto the brightly colored sword with closed eyes.

Has anyone ever heard the desperate cry of a beast?

It's just so sad and desolate.

"Zheng!——"

"Zheng!——"

It was like being hit by something invisible and damaged from the inside, and the sound of the sword breaking sounded one after another.

[Whale carcasses will continue to sink to the bottom of the sea, forming an ecosystem that can provide food for other marine life for hundreds of years.This process is called 'whale fall', which is the last tenderness left by the whale to the sea. 】

So it is... so it is...

When you fell to the ground, the earl's gentle voice seemed to echo in your ears, and you finally understood that the "whale fall" that the earl once told you meant this.

The severe pain in the neck and the sequelae of excessive blood loss came later.

The flames around him began to dissipate, and the golden melting light that turned into a summer firefly slowly rose, merged with the clouds, and turned into raindrops and landed on this devastated land.

Your vision gradually becomes blurred.

Did Dazai feel the same way when he said he was tired?

"Don't sleep...don't sleep! Xinzi, wake up! Are you going to leave Jinghua alone?!"

"Boss, if you die, there will be a big mess in the organization!"

"Xin-san! You can't die! Don't sleep! Please don't sleep...!"

"Sister! Look at me! Look at me!"

The people who surrounded you in a panic didn't dare to touch you who was covered in blood, so they could only keep shouting at you, trying to keep the people who had lost too much blood from falling asleep and try their best to keep you awake.

They all have their own unique names for you, and it is easy for you to distinguish who is calling you.

You struggled to open your eyes, even the bright red of the blood could not conceal the paleness of your face, life was passing away with the blood.

Looking at those familiar faces, you feel a little bit like laughing and a little bit like crying.

Inadvertently making eye contact with the black-haired boy behind everyone who was staring at you blankly, your lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

The neck was cut open by the sharp blade, and the vocal cords were naturally affected.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't have time to look at you until everyone consciously stepped aside.

"......letter?"

He hesitated to call you, and even felt that there was an unknown person in front of him, and he couldn't even recognize who it was when he looked at your face.

Because you have never been so embarrassed in front of him, just like those weak people who died under his power.

His gaze moved down from your bloody face, and when he saw the wound on your neck that kept gushing blood, Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't help closing his eyes.

The sword was deep enough to see the bone.

The skin and muscles have been cut open, exposing the thick white bones, and the carotid artery has also been severed.

There is blood in front of my eyes.

human blood.

your blood.

Finally recovering from his trance, Ryunosuke Akutagawa staggered and knelt beside you on one knee. He covered the wound on your neck with his hand and tried to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't stop it. The blood Instead, his clean and pale hands were instantly stained red.

The smell of blood, so strong, so frightening.

For the first time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke knew that so much blood could flow out of a person's body.

"Don't die...don't die...don't die!"

It seemed that he was having difficulty breathing, he showed a look of fear and pain, like a cub about to be abandoned, he whispered, the hand covering your wound was trembling slightly.

".....sorry......"

so capricious...

You tried your best to raise your lips, smiled at him, and spoke intermittently, choking blood from your mouth every time you said a word, but the dazzling bright red that kept gushing from between his fingers on your neck gradually subsided.

At this moment, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had always had a calm expression, suddenly felt hot in the corner of his eyes, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Because you have no more blood to shed.

He gave up trying to stop your bleeding, grabbed your cold hand tremblingly, pressed it tightly to his cheek, and couldn't say anything.Congealed blood stained his pale cheeks, so enchanting and desolate.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

All in all, sorry.

Your cold fingers moved and lightly touched the boy's cheek, but the eyelids slowly drooped, and the long eyelashes that gradually became still concealed the indescribable tenderness in the purple pupils.

The moment you closed your eyes, you saw——

The fire from death burns your soul and gives new life to this world.