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With a final, deafening explosion, thanks to the compassion of the young man who had intervened to help, the man's consciousness finally dissipated after enduring excruciating pain.
The last remaining filthy flesh and blood were crushed into dust by the rapidly increasing force, and the stone slabs were laid on top. Then, a black sneaker stepped over it, as if trampling on roadside weeds—only the faint smell of blood revealed what had just happened.
"I just couldn't take it."
"This kind of historical drama is playing out again."
That's the only assessment of Jiangcheng.
To live is as worthless as grass, to die is laughable.
Its only value is to provide emotional value, making others feel a sense of satisfaction as if they have done a good deed when they are killed.
There was no need to care about the lump of sauce at his feet. The boy, who used to vomit at the sight of blood, had been forced to accept this filth with indifference through self-training. His cherry-colored eyes were fixed only on the pink-haired girl who was still lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
It's hard to imagine how a girl this cute could be related to that good-for-nothing at his feet.
It's even harder to imagine how a girl whose Achilles tendon was severed by her trusted father in real history could have survived.
"Let's move on to the next scene."
Jiang Cheng flicked the blood off his knife, "I hope the way to continue history is not to revive that lump of Yae-chan at my feet and have him cut off Rin's foot."
"That would really disgust me to death."
Really.
Perhaps because the principle of staying away from the plot that I had always insisted on was broken, the teenager is now more self-centered... or 7 Er Yi San Shi (Nine) Qi San Shi said that from the beginning, it was difficult to tolerate some disgusting things, but at the beginning I just didn't have time to hate them. When I hit people back then... I really did have some sincerity.
The good news is that this Stigmata Space isn't really that disgusting. After the mass of slurry under his feet was compacted, the boy felt his vision become somewhat blurry, and the world in his sight distorted, as if he were sitting in the cabin when Raiden Mei tore the plane apart, watching hot coffee fly into the sky, the alloy shell inside the cabin was torn open, revealing a murky and gloomy sky.
The boy now watched as everything that seemed normal was torn apart before his eyes, as if space itself was being sliced open, revealing a black chaos, with indescribable colors of light mixed together, making the limit of what his eyes could see just as strange as motion sickness.
The world spun and turned upside down, leaving me disoriented and confused... When the world became clear again, the female protagonist finally appeared in the Sacred Mark Space.
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……
What appeared before them once more was a dense, gloomy forest—the holy marks behind them, the three comma-like symbols of power, were now burning.
Undoubtedly, its original owner is near.
They should be gathering herbs up ahead.
Deeper into the grove, reaching out to lift a corner of the shade, only here do the lush willow branches reluctantly reveal a girl sitting quietly on the lawn, hidden deep within the forest.
Her delicate buttocks pressed against the ground, causing the unyielding grass to bend over. She was almost separated from the soil by only a thin line of silk. Even with the lace skirt covering her, one could still see that this childbirth was not something that should belong to her age.
Sheer, pure white stockings bound her full thighs, overlapping and pressing together, except for that one area of absolute territory where the fabric stopped. (Indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted, indescribable content deleted.)
Even though her slender, white fingertips, which should have been supporting her face, gently pressed down the hem of her skirt, she was powerless to resist the wind coming from all directions. The edges of her skirt would be blown up from time to time, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin and making people want to imagine the mystery hidden in the darkness.
The shrine maiden's top had no part that could be blown up, and the buttons were fastened tightly—as orthodox religious attire, it was naturally impossible for her to casually display her figure like a woman in the red-light district.
However, her excessive figure was already quite eye-catching in the breeze. The thin fabric clung to her delicate body, and her curvaceous figure was enough to make anyone stare wide-eyed. The slender waist that was occasionally revealed at the hem was also very striking.
Her eyebrows and strands of hair hung down, hiding the girl's face in shadow. Only the continuous shade of the trees could not block the occasional ray of sunlight from breaking through the weak spots and illuminating her gloomy face for a moment.
Almost exactly the same as their first encounter, this time it was another lone girl searching for a place where she wouldn't be hurt by others, all by herself.
Except for those eyes that, upon hearing the rustling of the leaves, gently lifted, reflecting the sun's rays like a mirror—the dim depths were illuminated, dispelling the watery sorrow and leaving only the clarity of a clear sky after the rain, reflecting the figure of only one person.
Although the reason for this reconciliation wasn't as gentle as their first encounter with Mei, because beneath those cherry-colored eyes, the words uttered from the boy's parted lips were—
"Do you need help?"
"I can take you to kill the Spirit [Dream [First.] Hair-Generating Person."
……
"Who?"
Her warrior-like qualities as an excellent priestess were instantly brought to the fore. The girl rolled backward and grabbed the wood-chopping knife hanging at her waist.
"Why are you here? You don't look like someone from the village."
The turquoise pupils were a vivid color.
Serious and tough.
This is almost the complete opposite of the sadness of the previous words.
Even the questioning carried a heavy weight, and the woodcutter's knife, gripped tightly by the hilt, was positioned as if ready to strike at any moment if a single word was uttered incorrectly—though this did not even register on the boy's face.
"If I'm not mistaken, your sister should be sacrificed soon."
"Can you really tolerate your most important family member dying for such a ridiculous reason?"
"Aren't you angry that so-called gods can so easily take away the most important thing in your life just for the sake of pleasing them?"
The only response to this inquiry was still a firm and confrontational one—
How do you know all this?
The girl did not accept this news.
Compared to this suspicious person who suddenly appeared before him, who did not resemble anyone he had ever met before—the matter of the sacrifice was at least a matter for the village itself.
“Perhaps I should use something else to get closer to you, after all, I seem to be very good at these things…” Jiang Cheng finally shook his head, “But as expected, I still don’t want to see Mei appear in front of me again. I already have enough doubts and anxieties.”
Mei?
Who?
The pink-haired shrine maiden, who didn't yet have fox ears, looked warily at the guy who had suddenly appeared in front of her—who was talking to himself like a madman.
The jumbled names and dates that came out of my mouth simultaneously occupied my thoughts.
For a girl who has no education whatsoever, it's better to have faith in her physical strength than to question these things.
She even somewhat hoped that the guy in front of her would show his evil intentions, so that she could directly subdue him with her knife and then properly interrogate him to find out what those words meant.
Although it's not necessary to do so, there are no strict laws in this era, and it's simply out of kindness from the heart—the shrine maiden swung her wood-chopping knife without hesitation.
Calculating the distance, calculating the direction, ensuring that this opportunity would disarm and subdue the person in front of him without causing any real permanent damage... In this barren era, serious injury is tantamount to a countdown to death.
"clang--!"
The result of that desperate strike was—the image of the broken machete in his hand was clearly reflected in those lake-like blue eyes.
What was surprising was that the seemingly young man in front of him had caught up with his attack in an instant.
—The latter approach, because there are far more surprising things than this.
"broken?"
As a tool that a young girl would use every day to chop firewood and gather herbs in the mountains, this woodcutter's knife, even if it wasn't a divine weapon, was certainly reliable in its sturdiness.
But at this moment, this thing, which could even be described as being soaked in that fragrance that resembled cherry blossoms, could only fly aside in a mess, just like the pieces of wood it had once chopped up.
Even after soaring through the air for a while, the residual force could still drive fragments of the machete into the ground.
There was no time to mourn for her tool; all the girl could do was stare intently at the boy in front of her.
The weapon that had just clashed with his own machete.
It's more like a ceremonial object than a weapon.
Just like some of the village elders said, they had seen it at the daimyo's procession, a ceremonial vessel filled with decorations and ornate reliefs that was only brought out during events and ceremonies.
However, even the highest level of imagination cannot compare to the sword before us, a katana with a crimson blade and extravagant reliefs.
—It's swinging violently towards me!
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PS: Jiangcheng has become much less self-disciplined and repressed, and more open-minded.
Chapter 70 Yae Sakura, I'm Here to Help You
cold……
凛！
As if she had encountered a terrifying disaster called a nightmare, the girl lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, her upper body rising and falling violently in an instant. Her pink lips, which had been tightly closed just moments before, were breathing heavily, and the extremely luxurious movements, accompanied by the faint sweat seeping out, clung to her fair skin.
Hoo... Ha...
call……
That shocking fear, which could be vaguely felt even through the eyes, was only slightly soothed by the occasional gentle breeze.
Her slender fingertips gently pressed against the pinkish-white top, suppressing the luxurious softness along with her fear.
Yes……
It was a dream...
I told you Rin wouldn't...
and many more!
Why am I here?
The girl, who had just banished her nightmare—the nightmare of killing her younger sister Rin as a sacrifice at the annual festival—by gazing at the familiar scenery around her, was instantly on high alert again because of the environment that was so different from the place where she had gathered herbs in her remaining memories.
Subconsciously, he reached out to look for a machete or anything else that could be used as a weapon.
However, there was nothing in sight at all.
Not even a single stone could be found.
"Are you awake?"
anyone?
The girl's extreme martial arts training instantly heightened her vigilance, causing her to instinctively flip backward, adjust her posture, and look around warily.
The person who made the sound didn't try to avoid it. He stood not far away, and his blue eyes could clearly see the other person's figure, less than ten steps away.
Well……
Yae Sakura suddenly felt a dull pain in her chest.
There's no free time to lower your head.
However, when I instinctively touched my finger with my right hand, I could clearly see traces of blood on my fingertips out of the corner of my eye.
I……
injured?
Only when she realized this, realized that she was injured, did her thoughts begin to clear, and her hazy consciousness became clear again. The scene that came back to her most quickly was the scene of her previous self being attacked by that sneaky boy.
"This is your retaliation for attacking me."
He walked over here.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, otherwise the cut wouldn’t have been so light. If you hadn’t moved so violently and pulled at the wound, it probably wouldn’t have even bled.”
"As for the matter of me injuring you, I don't think you're the kind of person who would say, 'I can only accept you injuring me, and I can't fight back.'"
no……
There's no doubt that the girl isn't that kind of person.
The girl named Yae Sakura, if viewed from a later perspective, was even at the level of a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman).
The shallowness of the wound was genuine; at least in the last moment of his memory, he had been disarmed. If the boy in front of him really wanted to hurt him, he only needed to cut a little deeper, and he would never wake up again.
Moreover, he was far away from me at the first moment, did not approach me while I was unconscious, and my clothes were not disheveled at all, so I did not feel that my body had been touched.
"who are you?"
This time the questioning was noticeably softer.
Jiang Cheng took all of this into view—the Jizo Soul that he had been holding was also put back into its sheath.
“I’ve said it before, I want to help you. I know the difficulties you will face, and I also happen to know the sadness in your heart.”
"Whether you like it or not, whether you admit it or not, whether you tolerate it or not, I will storm into your village and rescue Rin."
help……
cold?