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Even from God's perspective, standing in the sky looking at another sea, one can only see the waves on the surface. Perhaps in the deep sea, invisible whirlpools have already formed. As an observer, one can only feel a chill when the cold seawater hits one's body.
Narrate.
Announcement.
He was simply recounting his own thoughts on rituals, breaking the rules, and how to save Rin.
In fact, saving this is the simplest thing; no matter how incompetent a stigma holder is, they are not weaker than an ordinary person.
If no one supports you, then just charge in, defeat everyone who's stopping you, and rescue Rin—this is a genuine plan that can be included in the backup plan, or even used as the core plan.
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PS: As an ordinary person with no emotional intelligence, I doubt anyone would think that someone would have a good impression of them after being scolded and treated so badly.
Is nobody really planning to cast a vote?
Chapter 72 Sister, are you going with him?
The opportunity that broke this completely disconnected communication came from the faint sound coming from the boy's abdomen.
That was proof of hunger.
It is a boundary that even those who possess the Stigmata cannot cross.
Faced with this predicament, the girl raised her hand once again—
"I brought rice balls."
"May I?"
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Jiang Cheng wanted to maintain his previous strict demeanor, displaying an attitude completely opposite to the gentleness required for winning over a young girl.
—If the belly doesn't show beforehand.
I haven't eaten for over a day.
It's unknown how much time has passed outside, but based on the Sakura Cycle and the Scarlet Sakura arc of the manga, time shouldn't change too quickly. The problem is that in the Stigmata Space, from the time Sakura's father was killed until now, a sunrise and sunset have already occurred, and at least twenty-odd hours have passed without any food.
Those who possess the Stigmata are indeed gradually becoming inhuman, whether in terms of strength, speed, or life level.
Before truly awakening and breaking through to the Heavenly Origin Realm, just like lifespan, there will ultimately be human limitations.
Gazing at the girl who, despite being scolded several times, had been in a volatile mood since the beginning of their meeting—even so, her eyes still reflected the bright sunlight of the lake. Even with a hint of panic and a fear of rejection, she still tried her best to raise her head and offer her gaze, her eyes shimmering like sunlight, a cherry blossom petal falling into them merely a backdrop to the golden light.
The colors of that moment were like those of Raiden Mei, who said "I'm willing to help you" and even touched her ugly, corroded hands when they first met. Only such a description could perfectly capture the girl before me.
The eyes are indeed one of the most wondrous parts of the human body. Despite being such an ordinary organ, they seem to be able to carry countless effects at the same time and express information that is too complex to be expressed in words in an instant.
I couldn't refuse anymore.
There's no denying the girl's kindness.
If I deny it again, the girl in front of me will be very, very sad.
I already refused so firmly before, so there shouldn't be any other problems. It shouldn't matter if I agree now... Anyway, that's how it is.
The refusal that was stuck in his throat was ultimately due to the ruthlessness and determination of an ordinary person. That will, which was perhaps not much stronger than tofu, melted away and became nothing more than fleeting smoke. At this moment, the words uttered by the owner of the eyes that were meeting the girl's eyes, the ordinary man pretending to be a madman, no longer carried any severity.
"--All right."
Thank you for your kindness.
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In the end, he accepted the rice ball that the girl offered him.
That one is perhaps comparable to a head.
Seeing it might even make a teenager doubt whether he could eat one.
What follows is not worth thinking about. Just like the month I spent living in Changkong City with Mei, Kiana, and Bronya, most of the time was actually spent chatting.
Because of the threat of Honkai energy and the occasional Honkai Beasts that may wander from the outside world, ordinary people have absolutely no chance of survival under these circumstances—in fact, this statement can negate any determination to save people.
Because in that environment, people who could survive basically didn't need to be rescued by this group of half-baked individuals.
This led to an excessively leisurely period, and also forced the boy to develop the ability to chat idly.
In reality, it was also used to start a conversation, thereby creating a channel for Mei and Kiana to communicate. If she wanted to become a bridge, she should at least have the basic qualifications to be a bridge. Otherwise, if you just put a piece of wood on it, it would sway and wobble when you walk on it, and it would be unstable. If you walked to the middle, you might roll down at any time. Even a monkey wouldn't go on a bridge like that.
Although she wanted to appear aloof, she unconsciously started chatting while munching on a large piece of rice ball.
It's mostly just some minor complaints about life, and friendships between people are generally based on similar ideas.
Specific experiences that lead to empathy for others' experiences are the bridge to communication. Only when we can understand and recognize each other, and at least share the same views on a certain matter, can we become friends. Otherwise, it is just a casual, superficial exchange of drinks and food, where we happen to meet or happen to have something the other person needs.
Whether it's eating and drinking or simply networking for mutual benefit, these things are not worthy of being linked to any feelings, let alone friendship or the intensity of friendship. They don't even have the slightest right to be associated with any kind of emotion.
It was precisely because he realized that there was room for communication between the two people that the boy, who had been forced to learn communication skills, inadvertently used the skills that had been honed into muscle memory at this moment.
In short, even the girl who had been maintaining an elegant demeanor and taking small bites of the rice ball after it was served was invited to join the conversation.
"So, is it really that strange to use human lives as sacrifices?"
"It's a very strange and abnormal thing."
Are all the things I've experienced and felt that I've disliked so far really irrational?
Is it really not me, that something is wrong, that's strange? Am I really not possessed, or not as devout and docile as those old people say?
That's what those pupils yearned for—to receive, for the first time in their lives, affirmation and recognition, from the eyes of that boy so close, who was now looking at them calmly, a place where all their thoughts were unconsciously laid bare.
Yes.
That touch of cherry blossom color shimmered like water in the sunlight.
It was as if the boy had come to her side and gently affirmed her.
You are right.
The most authentic and undisguised first thought that can be captured in that color, the thought that exists only in that fleeting moment without any attempt to conceal it, is a genuine affirmation and acknowledgment.
Like cherry blossoms falling into a pond, ripples spread outwards, the shimmering blue water reflecting the colors of the sky in every drop, like a seven-colored rainbow.
In what should have been a deathly still world, a sliver of spring color drifted in from nearby, and at that very moment, the girl's eyes sparkled with endless waves.
Only when everything settled in an instant did the vibrant spring belatedly close, feigning the heat of summer.
Ultimately, it was just ordinary-level shrewdness and ordinary-level pretense; once again, the boy, whose facade had been exposed, bowed his head.
"It's not entirely true, since there are still quite a few priests around at this time. But if I had to give you my opinion, it would be wrong for you if the executioner's blade were turned against someone important to you."
"In short, don't worry about right or wrong, and don't care about right or wrong—don't let others control your emotions. As long as you think you're not wrong, that's fine. The key is that you need to realize what's your own. Anyway, most of the things that make you hate and dissatisfied are wrong in your eyes."
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It did not use any meaningful arguments or detailed descriptions to prove how bad sacrifice was.
It was simply based on my own thoughts and experiences, in such a pure and direct way.
Will you feel uncomfortable because of this?
—This is all you need.
Ultimately, everyone's life belongs to themselves, and their lifestyle belongs to themselves. Feelings, love, hate, happiness, and sadness are all their own. Since others can cause them pain, it is only natural to retaliate simply because of this.
That's what's making me unhappy...
"Is it really okay to do something so superficial?"
A slight glint of moisture shimmered in her eyes, and a thin line of drooping eyelids accompanied her hesitation. After much deliberation, the girl finally decided to ask the question—faced with an answer that was almost the complete opposite of what she had been taught in the past.
Given what Raiden Mei experienced, a boy who has already solved a problem once/wiped out the entire school would naturally be able to answer.
"It's very simple."
"When you're hungry, are other people hungry too?"
"Does this experience of hunger belong to someone else?"
The answer to this question can only be...
No.
Because no one in this world can let others feel their own experiences, and it is almost impossible for others to see their own inner thoughts. The inability of people to understand each other is an eternal problem that makes countless people regret it to this day—except for the eyes of the boy who is now carefully raising his head and secretly peeking at him.
some.
Psychology can be understood.
If you're hungry...
Recalling their drastically different eating rhythms during a previous meal, the pink-clad shrine maiden couldn't help but suppress her disappointment and deny the possibility.
It still didn't work.
It cannot be fully understood.
"Since others can't bear your experience, why should you bear their pain... Anyway, I know what I'm saying is a bit rambling. Sorry, I haven't dealt with the aftereffects of what I said before. Let's get back to the topic and talk about something normal."
Subconsciously, I wanted to lecture her, to talk her out of this state where she always blamed her own extreme internal conflict for the problem.
The boy realized his foolishness as soon as he opened his mouth—he couldn't even grasp the basic requirements, yet he wanted to solve the problem once and for all. It was incredibly stupid and foolish.
Even Mei didn't resolve the issue through communication. Instead, she brutally beat up the group that wanted to bully her from the very beginning, then took the Jizo Mirror and hacked away at the school for several hours. At the cost of being shot on the road and having no time to dodge Bronya's attack, she managed to kill everyone in the building.
If a physical solution cannot be achieved, it is ultimately just scratching the surface, much like a person with depression who cannot even manage their environment and yet expects to solve the problem through self-help.
That's like a dream.
Ridiculous.
The boy, who promptly repented, managed to steer the conversation back on track, even though it seemed to have gone astray after he ate the second rice ball.
It was really just casual conversation.
It's simply because the girl knew too little.
She had strict family discipline and no peers to play with. The only person she could see normally from childhood to adulthood was her younger sister—even so, there was an age gap and physical problems.
Because of the difference in status between the priestess and the common people, the other people in the village simply couldn't bring themselves to greet her; they probably would have bowed as their first thought upon seeing her.
She was so easily defeated by Kallen.
Yaezakura...
This pink-clad girl.
How serious can a mental illness become?
The girl reflected in my pupils at this moment, gentle as a Yamato Nadeshiko in the gentle spring breeze, is marked by the dazzling light and shadow. The uneven, dim light spots on her body divide the light and shadow. Beneath her gentleness, to what extent has she been lonely in the past?
Perhaps it's because ordinary people simply can't harden their hearts.
I still find myself thinking about it unconsciously.
It is precisely because they cannot go to extremes, cannot take desperate measures, and always hesitate because of various things that they are unable to completely abandon their conscience and become evil, nor can they become truly good people. They cannot turn a blind eye to the accusations made by others. This is why ordinary people suffer endlessly in the abyss of being neither good nor bad, struggling in the swamp where they neither want to be bad nor can they be good.
If one can absolutely command oneself, absolutely choose good or evil, and always keep one's word and obey orders, even if one's body and mind are being squeezed and tormented by pain, one can still persist from beginning to end without ever repenting... - Zero + Dream One Ling Yin Qi is Jiu is Jiu Ba... Such a person could not possibly be an ordinary person.
The boy could only try to maintain a distant attitude amidst his hesitation, turning all his emotions and unconsciously softened feelings into words unrelated to himself, interesting things, and conversations.
Even if you know it doesn't matter, it's fine.
Even if this is just a copy, it's the same.
If you can't follow your heart while living in this world, then it probably won't be long before you become a monster.
Knowing full well that suppressing oneself will lead to illness, yet still knowingly and deliberately suppressing oneself, one will feel ashamed of the resulting illness.
The heart holds a truly vast place in this world.
The power of the heart also occupies a very wide area.
So unlike the oppressive feeling of the first day, even though they remained separated today, Jiang Cheng didn't experience the same ups and downs as yesterday. His feelings for the girl returned to the normal part: wanting to help.
If I had had this experience when I first met Mei, I probably wouldn't have ended up confessing my feelings later.
Who knows?
No one dares to draw conclusions about the unknown.