Those days in Honmaru

It has been a long time since that battle, but it left me with the deepest memory, yes, it makes me care more than hundreds of years of swordsmanship.I asked Zong San and Xiao Ye that their dreams were memories of the past.Since they occasionally have the same dream, such an experience is not worth paying attention to for them.But I can't do it, if I can, I don't want to see similar scenes in this endless Fusangshen's life.It was just too painful.

The master has always hoped to unravel our Fusangshen, after all, we all carry hundreds of thousands of heavy memories.So, I can't let the master find out about this matter, that person is really perceptive sometimes, if he finds out, I won't be handsome at all.

——Candlestick Kirimitsu Tadamotomaru's diary, Mr. Tsuru, keep it secret for me

The short distance between Natsume and Zongsan is not as easy to get close as he imagined. As Butterfly Jing said, it is Zongsan's inner instinct to resist being approached by others, but because Natsume is his master, this Just give Natsume the chance to do it.

When he was only two or three steps away from Zongsan, Natsume found that he couldn't get close to him anyway, so he could only call the other party's name loudly: "Zongsan!"

As Natsume shouted, Zongsan seemed to wake up suddenly, he turned around a little bit, Natsume saw Zongsan's face was quite bad, melancholy and painful, it seemed that he still had remorse, Zongsan barely showed a smiling face like usual Looking at Natsume: "You are here too."

Natsume looked at the other party worriedly, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zongsan, he lowered his head, let the scattered hair cover his face, and said softly: "It's really strange, I didn't expect that even the master would appear here In my dream. I thought that was the only thing bothering me."

Only then did Natsume realize that Zongsan didn't realize that he was a real person at all, and thought he was still dreaming, although it's true to say so...

Natsume spoke a few more words with Zongsan, but Zongsan didn't look at him at all, and didn't reply, completely ignoring Natsume's existence.

No way, Natsume had to try to get close to Zongsan again, and unexpectedly found that although he couldn't get close to him, he could walk to the edge of the cliff smoothly. Natsume looked down the cliff and found that there was an ancient building. There is a conspicuous hall and an empty square in front of it at a farther position.

This place should be a part of a town, and it obviously appeared here based on Zongsan's memory, because there is only a blurry shadow left in the farther place, and nothing can be seen clearly.

In this place, there are almost no ordinary civilians. Almost all the people who appear are wearing military uniforms and holding weapons. The whole town is as silent as if no one exists.

Natsume also sharply saw some suspicious soldiers hiding in the corners of various buildings, but from such a distance, to be honest, he couldn't see clearly what those people were trying to do.

Zong San didn't know when he came to his side, and suddenly said: "This is the last place where the two masters Fudo Xingguang cares about the most exist."

Natsume looked at him in surprise, Zongsan didn't care what Natsume was thinking, he also looked at those buildings and sighed: "If Fudo Xingguang is here, he must be more impulsive than me. "

"Fudo Xingguang?" Natsume murmured the name he had never heard before.

Zongsan gave a wry smile, and hugged his knife to his chest, "The master probably hasn't seen this scene before."

Just as Zong San said this, the sky suddenly turned dark, Natsume was stunned for a moment and then looked up, and then realized that the world in the dream would follow the changes of the owner's consciousness.

As the sky changed, the originally quiet town suddenly became noisy, filled with the sound of killing, and those voices came to Natsume's ears at once, and Natsume watched in shock as the originally peaceful town suddenly fell into a sea of ​​flames.

Natsume suddenly understood where this place was, "The change of Honnoji Temple..."

"That's right." Zongsan's right hand slowly touched the handle of the knife. Although it is now hidden inside, Zongsan's handle is engraved with "Yonglu three years, May [-]th, Yoshimoto's reparation engraved with the knife Oda Zhang Shouxin" The words "Long" are the souvenirs specially left by Oda Nobunaga after he got him.

"The demon king who was always praised by Fudo Xingguang was finally buried here, so I should be thankful that it is not that impulsive child here."

Zong San put down his knife and looked at the Innōji Temple in the flames. Those flames reflected in his strange eyes, "Otherwise, he would definitely rush over to rescue those two people."

Natsume looked at Zongsan, and the other party's face returned to his usual calmness, but Natsume could easily find a little mist in his eyes, and understood his true thoughts deep in his heart: "Actually, you want to do this too, right?" .”

Zong San subconsciously shook his head: "I won't do this, if I save him, it will be no different from the time retrograde army."

Zongsan warned himself more than once in his heart that he must never have such an idea, even if he did it only once, when the future really stands on the track of history, he is not sure that he will not do the same thing under impulse .

He said in a barely audible voice: "Even if it's just one time, if I do this, it will destroy history. In this way, I will not be eligible to stay."

Those words have turned into his obsession, like invisible shackles firmly trapped him, so he can only stand here again and again, watching the same scene repeat itself.

"No!" Just as Zongsan fell into his own world again, Natsume's voice pulled him out, and the young man held his arm tightly, "This is your dream, and the dream is just to indulge yourself. A place that exists to do what you want to do."

Natsume somehow got the strength to pull Zongsan over, forced Zongsan to look at him, and said seriously: "I used to always have nightmares, and I kept avoiding them at first, until someone told me to face them. "

"What's more, it's okay to just be presumptuous in your own dreams. No one is qualified to dictate your dreams. Give yourself a chance to relax once in a while, so that you can face all this better."

Natsume's words seemed to break the shackles Sosan had set for himself. Sosan looked at Natsume hesitantly, and then looked in the direction of Honnoji for a while, "Is it really possible?"

"Of course, you don't want people like him to die like this, do you?"

Natsume paused for a moment, then continued: "Besides, Sosan will not really change history, don't forget, we are by your side."

Zongsan was silent for a long time and did not move. It was so long that Natsume became a little anxious, and then he said: "Think about it every day and dream at night. I always have the same dream, which means that I am still thinking about it." In this matter, the person who really imprisoned me here is not the Demon Lord, but myself..."

"I never thought, it turns out that I can have other choices."

Zong San suddenly showed a bright smile, and asked again: "Master, is it really okay, let the caged bird fly out with your own hands?"

"Eh?" Sosan's tone changed obviously, which made Natsume question involuntarily.

The surrounding scene answered Zongsan's place. The Honnoji Temple, which was still burning just now, suddenly disappeared, and the cliff they were standing on changed into a flat ground. Not far away, Xiao Ye suddenly found that she could move, so hurry up Xiang Zongsan ran over.

Zong San looked at Xiao Ye and said apologetically, "I made you worry, Xiao Ye, obviously I am the older brother."

Xiao Ye shook her head and said, "It's just as long as Brother Zong is fine."

"What's going on..." Before Natsume could react, Zongsan looked at him helplessly, then turned his attention to Butterfly Spirit and Nightmare Eater who were still standing in the distance, and said lightly, "That's the one." You two keep me in a dream."

In this regard, Butterfly carefully moved his eyes away, and the nightmare-eating tapir was trying to hide himself behind the Butterfly.

Natsume coughed, helped Butterfly out of the siege, and asked, "So Zongsan, are you all right now?"

Zong San said nonchalantly: "Well, I just didn't expect to be harmed to this extent by the monster's tricks."

Apparently, they are still tied up.

"In short, in short, only Candlestick is left, so go find him."

Butterfly Spirit and Nightmare Eater led the way, Xiaoye followed closely behind them, looking back from time to time, Natsume and Zongsan were at the end, chatting softly.

"So, in fact, you have always been aware that you are in a dream?"

"Well, I understood it as soon as I saw that scene, but I didn't expect this dream to repeat so many times."

Natsume was a little puzzled and said: "Is this okay? You didn't choose to save Oda Nobunaga in the end, obviously you can do it in such a dream."

Zong San shook his head: "That is a nightmare for me, and it is also an indispensable memory. I don't want to change it, as it is now."

At the end of the talk, he smiled slightly: "Besides, I really don't want to see that person at all. If there are any tasks related to that person in the future, don't let me participate, master."

"You really are a stubborn person, Sozo."

"Hehe... This is also inherited from the former master's traits."

Candlestick didn't know how long he had been running, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he was only focusing on tracking the blood, but ignored Natsume's spiritual power, and now he could only sense a faint connection, It was impossible to clearly understand where Natsume was.

So far, Candlestick Che can only continue to walk along the blood trail.

And he finally found some sense of disobedience.First of all, Tsurumaru and Hasebe were with Oda Nobunaga, and his direction should be opposite, but the things of these two people appeared immediately behind Sosan and Saya.

The human army will not rashly attack at night, and it has nothing to do with their swords and swords, so the only conceivable attack on them is the time-traveling army.

Speaking of Sosan and Saya, the time between the two of them arriving at Honmaru is not very short, and Natsume also fully considered when arranging the team, so that the gap in strength between everyone will not be widened too much.

To let those two people be seriously injured quietly in a short period of time, in normal times, Zhu Keqie would not believe this at all.

But along the way, Candlestick could not see any trace of the enemy. Although the night battle was not good for him, the problem was that this disadvantage was shared by both sides. They can't do this kind of thing.

The most important thing is that until not long ago, Zhu Keqie didn't notice anything wrong at all, as if in his consciousness, these clearly abnormal states were normal.

"What's going on with me?" Zhu Keqie slowed down a little, shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

At this moment, the mutation happened again.

"Wake up, Xiaoye..." Natsumu's voice came faintly from afar, and it was the first time Candlestick heard that young man uttering such a desperate cry.

Candlestick's heart trembled, and all those previous thoughts were left behind by him, and he quickly ran towards the direction of the sound: "How could this happen, it shouldn't be like this, didn't Mr. He say...!"

Along the way, he could hear Natsume's voice intermittently from time to time.

"Why are there so many..."

"What to do... Zong San..."

"do not come!"

Natsume's voice suddenly cut off, and the surroundings fell into silence for an instant. Candlestick Kiri's footsteps were confused for a moment, and then accelerated again.

Finally, he saw the figure of the man at the end of the bloodstain.

"Ha...ha..." Candlestick panted quickly, forcibly controlled the legs that had stopped due to loss of strength to step forward again, and walked to the person's side.

The brown-haired boy was lying quietly on the ground, his snow-white hunting clothes had been dyed red, the fox mask was broken in two and fell to the side, and two knives, one long and one short, were stuck straight into the ground, covered with cracks.

"Xiaoye...Zongsan..." Candlestick knelt down powerlessly on the ground, reaching out his trembling hands to touch the boy's cheek, "...Master"