"Where will my fate end up?"
Arielia didn't know her fate, but Yasuo didn't know his fate either. Gazing at the haggard and dispirited face in the water bucket, Yasuo, who had just woken up from a hangover, buried his head in the well water that he had spent a long time to raise. Without any hesitation, he soaked his head in the water in an attempt to make his dispirited face more energetic.
However, when his face was completely immersed in the water, he suddenly couldn't feel the coolness of the well water. Instead, there was a warm and sticky feeling. His nose and tongue also smelled a trace of the familiar smell of blood. He opened his eyes abruptly and found a trace of blood at the bottom of the bucket. Then, Yong 'en's pale face suddenly appeared in front of him. He was bleeding from his seven orifices and his eyes were full of hatred.
Yasuo tried to break free from the bucket in horror, but Yong En suddenly stretched out two red arms from the depths of the water and firmly grasped the back of his neck. Yong En then whispered in Yasuo's ear with a voice full of resentment. "Don't be afraid.
"You're the one who killed me!"
Yasuo's eyes suddenly widened. He tried to struggle, but Yong En's arm grabbed his neck and suffocated him. At the same time, the faces of his fellow disciples who had died tragically appeared in the bucket. They used the same emphasis as Yong En and told Yasuo the words that terrified him the most.
"You're the one who killed us!"
Yasuo couldn't bear the fear anymore, but he couldn't break free. When he thought that he was going to be killed by the evil spirit, he suddenly sat up in bed, panting and sweating profusely.
"… Is this a dream?"
He looked around blankly and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that he was in his own home. Then, after being in a daze for a while, he picked up the wine gourd beside him and drank two mouthfuls, trying to numb his nerves with alcohol.
The effect was very good. The taste of the low-quality liquor made his brain temporarily dizzy. He looked at the moon in the sky and lost all his sleepiness. He first glanced timidly at the hazy courtyard under the moonlight and heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't find any evil spirit. Then, he looked at his mother's room with shame and sadness. He got out of bed and habitually reached for the sword under his pillow.
But he felt nothing. He turned his head in confusion and found that his sword was stuffed into his urinal. The hilt of the sword was also wet. It was obvious that he had done something.
He forgot when he did it, but he didn't feel anything at all. There was only a 'Ah, it's over there.' Then, as he drank, he staggered to the side of the well in his house. First, he closed his eyes and prayed. Then, he reached out his hand and tried to draw the wind to bring the bucket over so that he could wash his face.
However, nothing happened. Things that used to be as natural as breathing could not be done at all. In the past, the wind that had always been around him had completely disappeared. He could only stagger over and fetch a bucket like a farmer before fetching water.
When he was washing his face, he looked at the bucket with fear, but when he gathered his courage, he only saw a bright moon and a face that was as haggard as it was in his dream.
"Those who betray their masters are like maggots. Those who betray their brothers are worse than pigs and dogs. "
He used a poetic tone to recite an Ionian proverb to himself in the water. Then, he looked at his dispirited appearance and mocked himself with a title.
"Pi li."
Pi li was something that people hated. It was a calamity, misfortune, and everything that was bad.
She thought about her life. If she hadn't been born, then a mother with only one child would still be able to find a good family. But she was born. And if he wasn't born, his elder brother wouldn't have to deal with the troubles caused by his fights in addition to working and practicing his swordsmanship. As a result, he often couldn't go to the dojo to practice and couldn't concentrate during practice. If he wasn't born, they wouldn't have died and no one would be so sad. Besides, their sad families would have to comfort him, the culprit.
"If only I wasn't born …"
He was still mumbling to himself like he was reciting a poem. Then, he knelt beside the well and plunged his head into the water bucket. He didn't struggle out of it for a long time, as if he wanted to drown himself in the bucket.
"Yasuo! You're fighting again! "
"Yasuo! Can't you let Mom and me worry less? "
"Yasuo! You can't make Mom sad anymore! "
"Yasuo! It's time for practice! Not time for you to drink and play! "
"Congratulations, Yasuo! But you can't be so sloppy anymore! "
…
Yong En's voice was getting more and more mature, which made Yasuo more and more uneasy. Yong En's voice was getting more and more mature. Then, he heard the voices of his former brothers.
"Yasuo! There's a super beautiful new daughter-in-law in the village next door! "
"Yasuo! You're a genius in swordsmanship! "
"Yasuo, you're amazing!"
"Yasuo!"
"Yasuo!"
"Save me! Yasuo! "
…
Who am I?
Should I really live?
Yasuo's mind was in a trance. But at this moment, a white-haired elder barged into the small courtyard. Before the two young men behind him landed on the ground, he grabbed the back of Yasuo's collar and dragged him out of the bucket. But this wasn't the end. Because at the next moment, he gestured a sword with his free right hand and chanted a secret incantation.
"Reveal yourself!"
In less than a second, before Yasuo could react, the spell was chanted and the Spirit of Speech was summoned. A longsword shining with bluish-white light flew out from the old man's back and slashed at Yasuo with his fingers and arm.
"Slash!"
Yasuo instinctively wanted to resist and fight for his life under this sword so that he could support his mother. But at this moment, Yong En's bloodied face appeared once again. Not only that, but his senior brothers who died tragically also whispered in his ears.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Yes, as long as I'm dead …
Yasuo gave up resisting, and the blue sword shadow pierced through his body at this moment. However, the scene of flesh and blood didn't appear. Instead, a little demon with a scarlet face shrieked and fell from Yasuo's body. It tried to escape, but it was a pity that the blue sword penetrated its head and turned it into green smoke.
"You almost turned into an evil spirit because of your negative emotions! Young man! You didn't even have Azakana to guide you! You almost turned into an evil spirit! Do you know that you'll bring shame to your family and Master?! Who is your Master! I have to have a good talk with him! "
After slaying the demon that was about to take shape, Ku Shuo stared sternly at the dispirited Yasuo and grabbed his shoulder forcefully. After waiting for a while, Ku Shuo didn't receive any response from the dispirited Yasuo, so he didn't wait any longer.
"Shen, Jie! Take him with you. We'll visit Elder Suma. He was the one who called us here. He should know something. "
Therefore, his son and disciple picked up Yasuo, who was as soft as mud. Before Yasuo's mother realized what had happened, they had taken Yasuo away from his home.
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