[Three-year Class E] Asagao

Before Xingzhi reached out to touch the Taidao she had thrown just now, Xue Li had already swung it far away with a wave of her hand, and landed not far from the high platform where Kazuno was standing.

As for herself, she smiled lightly while stepping back.

Xing Zhi raised his eyes to look, the other party's face remained unchanged, his eyes were full of interest in waiting to watch a play.

She understood that she was forcing herself to take out a thousand fines.

Show your weirdest and ugliest side in front of the people you cherish.

Let everyone take a look, Miss, you have a demon sword in your body.

Shirley's eyes said so.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and Xingzhi's smile was slightly mocking.

—What do you think I am afraid of now?

——Important people are by my side, within reach.

——Always feared and hated by them, but now...

The girl spoke suddenly, but she didn't look back.

"Thank you, Teacher Kill."

"Ashamed?" I was a little confused at first, then Master Sha waved his tentacles, "You're welcome, Xingzhi."

Thank you for giving me the desire and courage to try to touch and protect.

——But now, apart from death, I have no reason why I can't protect them.

The thin ring on the ring finger of his left hand started to feel faintly hot, Xingzhi was still smiling, and approached step by step.

Seemingly understanding her determination, Xue Li raised the corners of her mouth, turned the blade, and suddenly attacked the unarmed Xingzhi, and her figure quickly disappeared like a ghost.

The moment she jumped high, the surrounding air seemed to stop flowing.

Only that girl raised her face slowly, her rouge lips curled up, and she smiled even more.

"Ding--"

The sound of metal clashing in the next second was deafening, and the waves created by the piercing sound gathered enormous strength, making it almost untenable.

Teacher Sha protected Akabane who was beside him in time, and through the gaps of those yellow tentacles, the boy's scarlet eyes widened in disbelief.

In the scene reflected in his eyes, the unarmed girl raised her slender arms and forcibly blocked the silver sword that was slashed down vigorously by the opponent.

There was no blood flowing out, nor any hideous wounds, only a small hole was torn from the clothes.

Xingzhi's eyes were closed under the shadow of bangs, and he couldn't tell his expression clearly.

She exhaled lightly, gathered the five fingers of her left hand into a fist, and swung her arm forward fiercely.

In the few seconds that separated Shirley, the girl grabbed her left wrist with her right hand and quickly pulled it outward, facing the knife that struck again in front of her, and swiped hard.

After a dazzling spark, Akabane saw clearly the slender object in Xingzhi's hand.

The red-gold blade is smooth and dazzling, with intertwined tassels and chains.

The blade was soaked in the clear moonlight, sharp and cold.

It was the thousand punishments on the painting that Xingzhi showed, and what he had seen on that school trip.

The moment Mr. Sha let go of him, the girls on the field raised their heads towards this side as if they sensed something.

The aura around her is naturally quite different from the gentle and harmless appearance before, but the most shocking thing is not the change in aura.

Instead, under the broken hair blown by the night wind, a pair of eyes reflecting the moonlight were so still that there was no wave.

It was as red as blood.

"...This is what you have been looking for, my secret."

The moment the eyes met, the girl's calm voice sounded in Akabane's ears, and beneath it were so many turbulent pains and suppressed emotions.

"Unless the next blood relative appears, or the owner dies, the sword will not change hands."

He seemed to be unable to describe his current mood. What he wanted to know about her was such a heavy secret, but in the end she talked to him like a common meal, even with a smile on her face.

His understanding of the existence of "Qingshui Xingzhi" is simply an unqualified answer sheet.

She was never a complete person in that classroom.

The boy frowned, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.

"Ah, as expected of you, Miss—" She clapped her hands and stepped back, but Shirley threw away the ordinary sword in her hand, the sound of the blade touching the ground was harsh, "But miss, your penalty is too much. Got it--"

"Isn't this also forcing me to use my trump card—" The woman jumped with her hands behind her back, approached the bottom of the huge machine where the old man was lying, and pulled out something from it.

Even Sha-sensei and Akabane, who knew nothing about this kind of thing, felt something was wrong with this sword-like thing.

He Jiu in the stands couldn't help exclaiming: "Ghost beam?!"

Hearing the surprise and fear in the woman's voice, both of them were suffocated.

The Shinohara family has a long history, and they belong to a large number of demon swords. In terms of power, the first ones bear the brunt of the "Chong Ye" and "Thousand Punishments" passed down by the previous family heads.

The power of each knife is different, but the most dreaded and dangerous knife is the "ghost beam" that should be sealed but appears here.

The moment he holds the sword, that person becomes an accessory of the sword, a murderer who is not controlled by self-consciousness. This is a sword inhabited by demons, hence the name "Onibe".

Seeing the monster's dark purple blade pulled out from the scabbard by the opponent, the ominous color that almost merged with the night made Xingzhi's blood-red eyes stained with anger.

She finally understood why this old man who was desperate for strength, after a long time, instead of trying his best to make himself better, turned into this walking corpse.

She couldn't help but wonder, was he really only going to stop her at this step?

In order to prevent this, at the expense of the hard work of the second half of his life and the almost depleted life span?

As if affected by their fight, the night sky covered by dark clouds poured down with rain.

The rainwater slid down the tip of Xingzhi's hair, and the cold touch soaked through the girl's whole body, as small as a needle-pricked feeling reaching to the bottom of her heart.

As if feeling the girl's mood swings, there was a sound of metal rubbing against the cold equipment in the darkness, followed by the old man's dry and piercing laughter, which was unpleasant.

"Hahaha she...is just a...made...doll..." As if slightly surprised by Xingzhi's reaction, the voice added, "You actually...have feelings for a mere puppet... ?”

"Don't make it sound like you..." The corner of Xingzhi's mouth was pulled coldly, the words that Xingzhi was about to blurt out were cut off by Xueli's unusually fast and ruthless attack.

Lifting Qianfu to block the blow, her tiger's mouth was sore and numb from the shock, and she almost couldn't hold the Taidao in her hand.

Shirley, who was holding the ghost beam, launched one attack after another, faster and stronger each time.

Shirley, who completely entrusted the control of her body to the knife, has greatly improved her speed and strength, while Xingzhi is completely at a disadvantage because she always retains her own consciousness.

"What are you going to do?" Although the words came from Shirley's mouth, she was very sure that what she was talking to now was not a real and complete human consciousness, because a strange similarity appeared on the woman's face. Like a tattoo.

"It's almost too late—"

The girl who was forced to retreat steadily raised her eyes towards the high platform upon hearing the words.

Through the bean-heavy rain curtain, she could still see that the black aura was about to pervade the lower body of the boy on the stage, and it was about to burst out. The defense line she had set up earlier was already vulnerable, and just Relying on Yiye's remaining will now, I'm afraid it won't last long.

She bit her lower lip and looked at the thousand punishment in her hand.

--what to do?now...

The red-gold sword in his hand began to buzz abnormally, and a voice that he hadn't seen for a long time broke into Xingzhi's brain.

"Your mother's harmony, but it's okay, it controls me very well."

"And you, such a weak enemy can't be defeated."

—Mother... Mother...

"You are still the same..."

— But I am not you after all.

——But even so, I also...

The raised left hand was stained with warm liquid other than the rainwater flowing from the cheek, and the thin ring on the ring finger flashed a gleam of light, and instantly became hot.

As if aware of something, the voice sounded again, with a little disbelief and interest.

"Huh? Then let me agree, your power."

Before the different imprints of the same color as Xue Li's face stained Xing Zhi's face, Qian Punishment began to tremble violently, almost falling out of her hands.

"!" She stretched out her left hand almost subconsciously, trying to hold down the trembling Taidao, and the moment her fingertips touched the blade, she felt something strange.

Finally, the trembling of Qianfu stopped, but the left hand that should have returned to its original position froze in mid-air.

In the girl's wide blood-red eyes, two extremely similar red-gold knives were reflected.

Except that the blade transformed from the left hand is slightly translucent, as if it is an unfinished product.

In Xingzhi's hand, there are two thousand punishments.

Hejiu in the stands easily recognized that it was the trick used by his sister as the killer's trump card after controlling the thousand punishments.

However, there are still some discrepancies with Xingzhi's current appearance.

What Harmony can use is shorter than the two swords in Xingzhi's hand, and the use of the sense of punishment is also weaker.

At the moment when the girl was stunned, Xingzhi heard something while the light purple coat of arms spread across her cheeks.

It wasn't Qianfei's small and gloomy voice, but the voice that she had forgotten once, so gentle that it almost made her cry.

"My dear boy, you don't have to be like anyone."

"Xing Zhi, you are strong enough now, but also gentle enough."

"You will never lose to anyone like this."

——Even so, I still want to protect it.

In an instant, the red-golden light blazed, almost driving back the raindrops in front of the girl.

She smiled lightly, ignoring the woman holding the ghost beam, but went straight to the boy on the high platform.

In the torrential rain, Xingzhi put his hand on Yiye's shoulders, the shoulders were trembling under the cold cloth wet with rain and sweat, but calmed down because of her approaching.

While concentrating on suppressing Chongye to assist Yiye, Xingzhi's back was defenseless, and the door was wide open.

Even if she is controlled by the knife, Xue Li is not ignorant of thinking, how can she let go of such a great opportunity.

With the power of the ghost beam, she jumped up from the ground, and she approached the top of the high platform at an extremely fast speed.

The black thing that was originally wrapped around Yiye was suppressed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally it was constricted into smoke and branded on Zhongye's knife.

In the next second, a ray of light flickered in the hand of the frowning boy, and the raindrops that were blown away fell straight onto the empty knife holder.

Xingzhi opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes was the figure of the young man in front of him who was slack and collapsed because the ceremony was over.

She withdrew the thousand punishments, and spread her arms to catch the wild that was falling towards her.

As the other party knelt and sat down, Xingzhi knocked on his forehead angrily: "...I still want to come in the end, you irresponsible brat."

"I don't know how to be considerate of your hard-working elder sister."

As if hearing his sister's complaint, Kazuno unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth.

"Xingzhi! Behind!!" The woman in the stands who was slightly relieved was naturally startled again, but the girl sitting on the high platform with her back to her knees turned a deaf ear to He Jiu's shout, her head was lowered as if in a trance.

——The ceremony is over, and the old man is probably powerless.

——Then what is manipulating Shirley now is probably only the killing consciousness left in Dao itself.

However, judging from the time spent on the high platform, Shirley's speed was much slower than when she was fighting against Xingzhi.

——If her own consciousness is holding her back, then the current situation...maybe it will work.

Exhaling a breath, he pulled off his hair tie and wrapped it around his palm, Xingzhi bit his lip, suppressing Qianfei's subconscious stress reaction of wanting to show up.

A chirping sound was the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh, and the bright red liquid was diluted by the heavy rain into a very light pink, flowing down the girl's white left palm to the woman's hand holding the knife.

On the back of the hands, there were small wounds that had not yet healed.

For some reason, Xue Li took a few steps back as if terrified, and Xingzhi also stood up, and the dark brown color of her eyes exposed to the sunlight from the shadows faded again.

The golden light ignited the bright colors in the girl's eyes, and she raised her eyes to see the eyes of the other party gradually changing into her own in the struggle, she said softly with light eyes, her voice was slightly hoarse: "...Xue Li, it's time to wake up. "

With the help of Xingzhi, the woman who regained her self-awareness let go of the ghost bundle in her hand while terrified, and fell to her knees due to the exhaustion of energy and physical strength.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she opened and closed her lips and uttered a sentence that made Xingzhi's eyes twitch.

He clearly felt the conflict between the two auras in his body, but the power of Qian Punishment was undoubtedly overwhelming. Xing Zhi frowned slightly in discomfort, and walked down the high platform while holding the knife with his bare hands.

The torrential rain had gradually subsided after the ceremony, and the viscous blood stained the light-colored hairband in the girl's palm as a barrier, drop by drop following her steps down the stairs.

This wasn't a long journey, but it was enough to wake up all her memories so far. Countless faces appeared and disappeared in her mind.

In the end, it was fixed on the portraits of the members of group E who have spent the shortest time together for three years and the generation of the Shinohara family that I haven't seen for a long time.

Xingzhi understands that it is all that she cherishes now, she...should be counted as keeping the promise.

Bending down to pick up the scabbard and cloth cover of Ghost Beam on the ground, when she pulled it out of her palm, she heard a voice that didn't belong to Qianpu.

"You won't be able to escape for the rest of your life."

"Everything here."

"So what." Amidst the rumbling sound of the high platform descending, the girl glanced over the bright red and bright yellow on the stands, and the purple and black on the side, and smiled lightly, as if she was relieved.

"Because that's all me."