to eternal night

39.

"...sin is deeply rooted in each of us."

The young prison temple Hayato heard himself on the other side say.

The self on the opposite side looks a little old, not to say that his appearance is old, but his eyes and the aura around him don't look young anymore—especially when he himself is depressed.Prisoner Hayato knows who he is—in this empty spiritual world, the deepest part of his own consciousness, facing himself in the parallel world.

They stood facing each other for a while, neither of them speaking first.

The older silver-haired man looked at himself in another time and space, silent.This may be his only chance to come here across countless parallel worlds.When Takeshi Yamamoto came back to announce it, he had been looking forward to it so far.Perhaps he should, like Takeshi Yamamoto, seize the opportunity and apologize to that person face to face, but when he came here, he suddenly realized that he was afraid to meet that person anymore.

Although it is ridiculous to say that, he is no longer young. It sounds ridiculous that a man in his 30s is afraid to meet a teenager, but he really thinks so.

He was afraid to see him.

Afraid to see that boy who was ruined by his stupidity and selfishness in those long ten years, time stuck forever at 14 years old.That kind of fear is not fear of his sarcastic remarks, nor is it fear of his revenge.

... He was afraid that he would forgive him.What if I possessed the young self in front of me and knelt down in front of that person and confessed to him?

That person never changes, even in different worlds.

He would be silent, and then casually say that I'm fine, it's okay Prison Lord.

Hayato would rather that he ignite that powerful and pure flame and burn him up angrily.He'd rather hear him berate, swear, taunt, or whatever, or just punch him in the face, than hear him tell him it's okay.He dared not hear that sentence.For him, guilt and regret have been tormenting himself for a long time, but it seems that relief and redemption are close at hand: go to him, apologize, and be forgiven.

But he was already afraid of being redeemed.

Sorry, I don't deserve it.He said in a low voice in his heart. "Of course he is! It's us...it's us who are sorry for him. Whether it's the beginning or the end, he will always be like that... always, and tolerate our stupidity and selfishness." The silver-haired man clenched his fists. "He never said much about what he did, always will, but I want to tell you, this is what I must do, I can't allow...can't allow his sacrifice to be unknown, you have to remember Hold on—" He was almost paranoid, and he pinched the boy's shoulders heavily with both hands, and the expression on his face was a little crazy: "——You must remember, this is what you owe him, this is what you owe him -"

Countless fragments of memory rushed into the mind of the Prison Temple boy like a torrent, countless scenes flashed before his eyes, and countless fragments of mixed emotions exploded in his mind. He had a splitting headache, and than that What was more painful was an inexplicable emotion that rose from his heart, despair and despair.

sorry Sorry……

In his dazed mind, he seemed to hear his older self crying bitterly.

Finally, he raised his head in a daze. The scene around him was a flat metal ground under a glass cover, and outside the glass was a distorted space, like a dream.That person was standing on the high platform in the middle of the flat ground, still the same, with his eyes closed and his expression calm.Hayato noticed that he was wearing Mirufiore's uniform, with light flowing in his hands, and huge power surged around him, causing his brown hair to move without wind, blurring his expression in chaos.That's 73 resonating in his hands, and it's the power that can rival the gods after the cornerstone of the world gathers again.

Someone was shouting, someone was crying bitterly, those voices were drowned in the sound of the wind, making it indistinct for people to hear in a daze, and someone's tears had already flowed down and were crushed in the strong wind.

please don't do this...please...please don't...

Such inexplicable words kept echoing in his mind. Even though he didn't know where it came from, Hayato was infected by the great grief and immersed in pain.

The boy on the stage opened his eyes.It was a pair of purple eyes.He looked over from afar with an inexplicable expression.It was only then that Hayato noticed the people around him. The young version of himself was standing next to him, with a confused look on his face. Looking into the distance, the boy with brown hair and brown eyes looked up at himself on the high platform in astonishment. Purely harmless.The older Takeshi Yamamoto had a solemn expression on his face, staring at the figure on the high platform, his black eyes filled with disbelief, while the younger version of Yushou stood next to him, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The same person from two time periods appeared here at the same time.

Hayato Prison Temple suddenly realized where this place was.

Here is the "crack".Without all the rules and restrictions of the real world, time and space are no longer meaningful here, and here, the person who controls the power of 73 is the closest to the gods.

What is he going to do?Hayato was a little confused for a moment.

But he suddenly realized what was going to happen next.

Tears burst out of his eyes involuntarily, such despair and grief prompted him to move forward desperately, resisting such unstoppable force, trying in vain to get close to the person standing on the high platform.

please...please don't...

"Sawada-kun, please bid me farewell by my full name." The boy with purple eyes stood on the high platform and said lightly, 73 flew out of his hand, turning into three huge light wheels in front of him , the flames churned endlessly on it. "It's been a long time since anyone called me by my full name."

The boy with brown eyes, who was as timid as a rabbit, looked like he was about to cry. "...Goodbye, Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun." He murmured out the name that this person shared with him.

"...Goodbye." The purple-eyed boy said.He suddenly smiled, closed his eyes and laughed softly at himself: "I don't want to meet you again." ————— TBC—————

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