Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

The pupils of the silver-haired boy suddenly constricted, as if he wanted to say something, but in the next second, the flames had already arrived in front of him.

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes.Almost felt the scorching heat, but the next second, the flame suddenly stopped, and the expected heat did not fall on his body. The silver-haired boy frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a circular defensive barrier made of strange bone-shaped frames, the bright red flames were firmly blocked out, this style of weapon...

The silver-haired boy subconsciously looked at the prison temple standing not far away,

why?

"Hmph." Prison Temple just snorted coldly, put down the gun in his hand, and he didn't like the silver-haired boy in front of him no matter what.

He already knew the guy's reaction just now, this guy originally wanted to use his hand to get injured or simply die, so that this guy didn't have to make a choice,

Heh, how could he allow this to happen, how could he allow this guy to escape? !

And he is also hated by Judaime a bit, even if it is Judaime from another world.

"I don't care what you're thinking, and I don't know what you've been transformed by that woman's influence," Prison Temple fiercely kicked the silver-haired boy with a dazed face on the opposite side, "What are you deciding on your own?!"

"Do you think that as long as you die, you can pretend that nothing happened?! You guy has never considered Judaimu's idea until now! Judaimu doesn't need you to help him in this way of sacrificing yourself!" Prison Temple yelled at the silver-haired boy.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was scolding his former self or the silver-haired boy in front of him.Prison Temple's mind was calm and sober like never before, looking at this guy in front of him, he finally knew how irritating he was before.

"Judaime wants to do his own thing, but he has to find a way to avoid you first. You are simply holding back Judaimu!"

"But Judaimu's body..." The silver-haired boy reacted abruptly, subconsciously wanting to refute.

"So what!" Prison Temple interrupted him directly.With a breath stuck in his chest, why can't this guy make any sense? !

? !

The silver-haired boy trembled violently, and looked at the irritable Gokuji Hayato in front of him—his face seemed to say, you have never really understood Judaime at all.

"..." The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth violently, his breathing was a little disordered, and some kind of intense emotion kept boiling in his chest, it seemed to be anger, angry at this guy's preaching, angry at this guy's attitude, but in the end, He was a little helpless,

He realized that the prison temple Hayato in front of him might be right.

"Tsk." Didn't even refute it.Prison Temple clicked his tongue, a little annoyed.

Suddenly, the prison temple took a deep breath and suddenly calmed down. His green eyes were as cold as a cold pool, and he seemed to understand that it was unnecessary to waste time with him. He turned around and seemed to be about to leave. His voice was cold and depressing, with A shudder—he was suffering from Judaime in this world.

"How strong Judaimu is, you guys don't even know."

The barrier that originally stood in front of the silver-haired boy flew to the prison temple in a blink of an eye, and the prison temple jumped directly onto it.

"Judaim has been working hard for you all the time, until now." Heji slowly stood up, standing on the barrier burning with Arashi attribute flames, with his back to the silver-haired boy, not wanting to look at him at all, "You guys Messy thoughts, I don’t want to know, and I don’t want to know what you have done before.”

Because that would only make him want to bury all these guys.

"But as a right-hander," Guiji snorted coldly, with his back straightened, he has been working hard to be the right-hander of Judaime, to be able to stand beside Judaimu, and he is full of awareness, which is not the case at all. The way the guy looks now is understandable, "You're not qualified yet."

As if he finally didn't want to talk nonsense with him, the flames on the barrier under his feet suddenly increased, and he rushed towards the direction of the back mountain.

"If you want to stay here, then stay here." A disdainful voice echoed in the streets late at night, and the figure of the prison temple disappeared in an instant.

The silver-haired boy looked at the direction he was leaving. For a moment, he seemed to be frozen in place. After a long time, he moved, staggering like a candle in the wind, but in those dark green eyes, it seemed to fall into a little Xinghuo, like the last struggle of a dying person, looked at the direction of prison temple leaving, but the steps under his feet were getting bigger and bigger.

A certain emotion in his chest was about to explode. The silver-haired boy kept panting heavily, as if he was about to fall down at any moment, but he bit the tip of his tongue viciously. The stinging pain made him wake up a lot.

The silver-haired boy followed in the direction that the prison temple left, and the prison temple just now was constantly reflected in his mind. There was no hesitation or confusion on his face, and the identity and consciousness of his left and right hands were in his green eyes, as if Carved into the marrow of pride and pride, like the most dazzling stars,

Just looking at Hayato Gokuji like this, one can imagine what kind of world that guy lives in.

Unlike him.That is Hayato Gokuji, who has already stood in the sun. He can stand beside Judaime openly, looking at the brown-haired boy with stars shining in his eyes. That is the purest loyalty, without any impurities and impurities. Obscurity, or the pain of self-pity and self-pity—because as long as you stand by Judaime's side, as long as you can help Judaimu, it is already the glory of Hayato Gokuji.

Maybe there was some uneasiness about being left behind, but in the end it will turn into motivation, until I catch up with the brown-haired boy who has unknowingly walked ahead, until I can stand in front of the brown-haired boy without guilt. By his side, follow his will firmly, laugh side by side with him, until he can say casually but with a natural tone that he is the most perfect left and right hand of Judaime...

That is the most sincere emotion, an unbreakable bond,

That is, what he had hoped for.

[Is that loyalty?No, that is love. ] This consciousness flashed in my mind again, as if someone had been repeating in my mind, 【Kujiji Hayato loves Sawada Tsunayoshi deeply, that’s why he did so many things for Sawada Tsunayoshi. 】

No.

The silver-haired boy unconsciously clenched his fists, the sparks in his eyes gradually ignited, and the blue eyes of Hayato Gujiji, who were originally the same as him but somewhat different, flashed in his mind.

it's not like that.

【no?Then why does Hayato Gokudera do so much? Can you explain Hayato Gokudera's feelings for Tsunayoshi Sawada?If it's not for the person you like, why do you have to do it to that extent... Don't you also know it very well? 】

It's not... like this.

[Then explain?Just like before, find an excuse to refute me, no, because you can't explain how ambiguous you are about "good" Judaime, and you can't explain why you are so happy when you see Judaime , and there is no way to explain why you hate Takeshi Yamamoto and everyone else who is close to Judai, because you are jealous-these are the reactions of people who meet someone they like. 】

no……

The silver-haired boy suddenly covered his head and trembled slightly. The flames that had already started to ignite in the depths of his blue eyes began to flicker again, as if they would go out at any moment. The pain in his brows and eyes became more and more profound.

……?