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Although the most brilliant and dazzling moment was not the stupidity of those people, but rather the fact that Yae Sakura had once again repeated the same mistake and killed her own sister.
what……
What a miserable sight that must have been!
The body wrapped in the shrine maiden's robes sobbed silently, not daring to utter a sound. Even the act of crying seemed ridiculous, so she could only lower her head and sulk alone. The tears that slid down her cheeks through her swollen eyes looked as if they had revealed the lake in her pupils, as if the ocean within had been drained.
Only the thin film covering the outside remained, harshly reflecting the color of the sky, leaving behind only the hollow reflection of the spirit sword—its own comical and laughable face.
Her slender fingertips were clenched tightly, causing her distinct knuckles to turn white from the tension, as if she wanted to imprint her fingerprints and all her emotions on them.
Unconsciously, I would gently bite down, or the lips that acted as a barrier between my pearly white teeth were not caught in the middle for the first time—because my sharp canine teeth had already pierced my tender flesh with bright red marks in the very first instant—this was not just for show, but real blood, the act of biting was truly beyond instinct and caused me harm.
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Chapter 79 Your attack, is it over yet?
This should have been stopped by instinct, just as a person cannot suffocate and will faint when they reach their limit. However, it caused harm in a subconscious act that the girl herself did not even realize, when she was in a daze.
Hard to understand.
Incomprehensible.
Can't understand.
Even an observer like Erosion would feel inexplicably annoyed by this scene. It was supposed to be a scene of the perpetrator suffering the consequences of his own actions, which would normally make her extremely happy, but every time she turned her gaze to that face that was all too familiar with the figure in her memory, she would feel a strange burning of anger in her heart.
This emotion, which has no reason or cause, or rather, is rootless and unfounded and one is unwilling to find a cause, even leads to an inability to find someone to shirk responsibility.
It's all Jiangcheng's fault.
It would be so much better to just follow the plot quietly.
Anyway, what happened in the past isn't difficult to understand. All we need to do is wait for that woman to arrive and then help her out.
These are all histories from 500 years ago. Who would be so idle as to think about changing history that has already happened?
Jiang Cheng will likely see the truth soon enough, realizing that nothing he does now is meaningful and nothing can be changed, so he should just stand by and watch.
Definitely.
How could anyone be so stupid?
In my heart, I slapped the nameless fire aside.
Erosion muttered to itself—in stark contrast to its usual bored demeanor, it turned its gaze once again to the scene that was now in the past.
Even though she refused to believe that there was no hope, not even through precognition, and that there was no way to resolve the past, she inexplicably hoped for a miracle like Mei's... Her shimmering eyes betrayed her completely.
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What an absurd farce.
I feel like I'm about to throw up from disgust.
Jiang Cheng, who regained his mobility around the moment Yae Sakura started crying, felt extremely irritated by everything in front of him. He couldn't help but want to swing his sword and kill everything in front of him, or punch the world to pieces and destroy everything that displeased him.
No.
I don't have that ability.
Going crazy at will will only result in being disliked by everyone, and you might even be kicked out of the Stigmata Space, with your Divine Key and Stigmata being taken away as well. If that happens, you're really doomed.
Jiang Cheng took deep breaths again and again, trying his best to suppress his emotions. He gripped the Jizo Soul in his hand, took another step forward, and once again asked the person involved—
"Is this the ending you accept?"
I didn't expect to get a response.
Because it's over.
But unexpectedly, although she still didn't raise her head, the kneeling figure, still weeping, gave a tearful reply.
"It has already happened..." (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context.)
"It's impossible to rewrite it now."
Everything that is happening now is just a replay of the past. That massacre by incompetent people ended five hundred years ago, and afterwards, even the remaining villagers were killed.
I killed my sister.
I killed Rin with my own hands.
What were you thinking when you said those words?
The fact that Yae Sakura didn't take her anger out on the boy is already a testament to her excellent upbringing.
But she didn't know how much longer she could endure it. She didn't know how many more words she could say without blaming or venting her emotions on someone who was theoretically innocent but kept frowning, interfering with her own emotions, and not even giving herself time to grieve for others.
These are things you know are wrong but can't control. It's like when you're extremely angry and there's a mosquito buzzing around you, or someone keeps trying to dissuade you. Even if you know your anger has nothing to do with that person, you still can't help but want to curse or beat up the person who's trying to dissuade you.
In reality, she—Yae Sakura—still held onto the idea that Jiang Cheng would continue to condescendingly try to save her.
Because that's always been the way I've always done it, from the very first meeting, even when I'm being very strict.
But...
sorry……
You're too late.
All I can do is restrain myself.
Suppressing all emotions.
From the very beginning, all the faults came from myself, and the only one who can atone for them in the endless long period of time is myself.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for any possible dissuasion from the boy, and preparing every word that could shut down any attempt to persuade him.
Unexpectedly, there was no sound from her ears. There was no Jiang Cheng's voice, nor the hand reaching out to save her. Everything was so calm, except for the cheers that rang out beside her ears. The noise, louder than a mosquito's buzz, continued incessantly.
Yes……
Have you given up on me?
so good……
This emotion must not be vented on innocent people, especially not—absolutely not on Jiangcheng.
People like that shouldn't be associated with me; kicking me, this piece of trash, away is the best option.
Anyway, Jiangcheng probably knew this outcome from the beginning.
He has the ability to predict the future.
He probably already knew everything I had done.
Yae Sakura lowered her head completely, utterly accepting that everything about her was sinking into the deep sea.
The pupils dimmed further, as if they had fallen from the vast ocean into the dark and terrifying depths, and the beautiful, radiant water seemed to be leaking light.
Even the chaotic cheers and jubilant praises that accompanied them seemed insignificant at this moment.
Even the most turbulent tides cannot cause any ripples in the deep sea, a world filled with pressure, darkness, and terrifying monsters.
It fell...
It fell...
The fallen Ba Jiuling silk + Ling]"...
But beneath this deep sea, where even sound cannot be heard, and where the eye cannot see even a tiny bit, the oppressive seawater fills the throat, enters every orifice, and engulfs the entire body in a despairing abyss—the ocean, inexplicably, sounds as if the air is being cut open appear once again.
That was absolutely not the kind of sound that should be heard at a celebration, or even here; it sounded like machines colliding with each other.
For reasons she herself didn't understand, the girl who had sunk into the deep sea subconsciously raised her head and witnessed that moment of brilliance.
—It's Jiangcheng.
The sound came from Jiangcheng.
To be precise, it came from his right hand, the steel prosthetic he had witnessed when they first met, which was now deforming and creaking, like Karen's large cross.
"------"
Yae Sakura cursed herself for her weakness.
No matter how much I blame myself for being so useless, I still feel genuinely sad when I see it.
That was a boy who was utterly disappointed in himself, no longer willing to be saved, and no longer able to be touched. He had already drifted further and further away. A gentle breeze blew through his hair, and in a moment of daze, all that could be seen was his blurry silhouette in the sunlight.
The figure was so far away that you couldn't even reach out and touch it. The few meters between you seemed to separate you from another world, from an entire universe.
The only lingering trace on my fingertips is that familiar voice—
"You're finished, so... it's my turn."
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"why?"
"Why are you continuing?!"
"It's clear...it's clear that nothing matters anymore!"
Unable to understand the boy's words, unable to understand the actions of his right hand that seemed to be adjusting itself, moving forward step by step, getting closer and closer to those eternal nightmares that remained in his memory and could never be erased—this was clearly a thing of the past.
"The ending is irreversible, but your heart can."
"I said I would change all of this."
"If I can't do that, then I'll kill all the culprits, even if it's just for my own pleasure—I'm here to solve the problem!"
"If you have to find a reason, then it's that I want to. I just don't want to see Rin die. I want these guys I hate to die."
"For me, whether I die at the hands of that mob of disciplined people or am sacrificed, it's enough to make me furious, upset, and want to slash someone with a knife."
There was no looking back.
He still didn't turn around.
Only the sound remains—that incomprehensible yet exceptionally resolute sound.
The boy, who was running his fingers through his hair and unconsciously tidying his right hand, seemed to glance back unintentionally at a certain moment, revealing his profile for only a brief instant.
Those pupils, seemingly the same color as cherry blossoms, possessed an almost dreamlike brilliance, their pink hue, seemingly deepened by the smudging, resembled falling petals.
The light on the horizon was very bright, without any clouds or shadows to obscure it. Everything in sight was dyed golden. A beam of light followed Jiang Cheng's forward steps and shone on his somewhat slender and thin body, as if a dazzling cloak woven from light had been blown up. If one looked directly at it, it would surely sting the eyes and make them feel as if they were about to cry.
The stray hairs blown by the wind and scattered behind me truly seemed to evoke the image of someone waking from a summer nap, still groggy and with blurred vision, staring blankly out the window at the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, their leaves shimmering and swaying gently in the breeze.
The moment you reach out, your arm is shrouded in a halo of interwoven light and shadow, swaying and moving as if imprinted with the direction of the wind.
It felt like stepping back into the height of summer, chasing and playing with the bell that was running ahead of me, and even when I was exhausted, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
No matter how much it hurt, I couldn't help but want to keep watching.
I want to lift my head, I want to widen my eyes.
Even though Yae Sakura instinctively tried her best to look at the moment she turned around, with tears streaming down her face, she could only vaguely see a blurry face in the light and couldn't make out the hem of her clothes being blown by the wind.
The naturally formed structure is like a beautiful memory of the past, blurry and hazy, as if it were a precious memory that is shining.
Subconsciously, the group reached out, but couldn't even find the black shadow at the fingertips. Only for a moment did it seem as if it could vaguely touch the reflection.
distant……
It feels as distant as the past, impossible to return to.
It's like a blurry photograph from the past, so distant.
Perhaps it was because his imagination was too powerful, but the figure shimmering in the pale yellow light evoked some echoes of the past. These were the solutions that the boy had told him just a few weeks ago, the solutions to all of this in the daily routine.
It was a cool, familiar voice.
Like a fireplace lit in winter, or a hot drink being cooked.
No matter how cold and desolate it may seem, it cannot conceal that concern.
Can you really tolerate your most important family member dying for such a ridiculous reason?