The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

The hateful eyes, the cold tone, the mocking words, all the memories about Yakumo Murasaki filled Takeya's mind, causing his consciousness to be divided and confused.

He couldn't even remember what Purple was like in the past. That kind of confusion blew away all the various emotions in Takeya's heart that started with Purple Yakumo.

It was only then that Takeya finally realized his mistake, but it was already too late.

He had never thought about it, not once. He had never imagined that Yakumo Zi stood on the opposite side of him, hated him, hated him, and could not even change the status quo.

Regardless of whether he is weak or cowardly, Takeru was really relieved when he used the weapon of sin to successfully make Yakumo Murasaki forget about his side as the Dragon God.

He had never really thought about the possibility of confronting Zi.

Without Yakumo Murasaki as a companion, or in other words, what would it be like to stand on the opposite side of Murasaki? Takeya had never thought about such a thing.

Just like the sunrise and sunset, Yakumo Murasaki has already become a part of Takeya's cognition that has never been missing.

So now, facing her as Merry, who has recovered the memory of Yakumo Murasaki as a monster, Takeya feels at a loss.

Perhaps because of the uncontrollable excitement in his mind, Wu Ye even had no idea why he came to this era and why he wanted to fight Adam, so much so that he even forgot what he was fighting for.

It's strange that I can't remember all these important things at once.

Then--

"Hey, Takeya."

That nostalgic and gentle voice has long lost its original warmth at this moment, and has become as unfamiliar as the scale on a measuring meter.

Wu Ye's face was full of confusion. Even if he opened his mouth, he could only utter some meaningless syllables. They were just instinctive sounds and had no value.

Zi stared at her for a long time without saying a word.

That kind of suffering is a million times worse than the physical pain.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wu Ye was finally able to make a complete sound, which was just calling out her name——

"Zi, I——"

Yakumo Purple's face had an unchanging cold smile. Although Takeya's shadow was reflected in her eyes, that was just Takeya's wishful thinking.

She never looked at him.

For Yakumo Purple, everything doesn't matter now, she is just waiting for death.

As a branch spirit, she dies. Only in that way can the future Yakumo Murasaki obtain synchronized memories, remember the true identity of the Dragon God, and remember the person she should really take revenge on.

Takeru was overwhelmed by her momentum and couldn't help but take a step back. However, he tripped over Adam's body and fell to the ground in a panic, only to find Yakumo Purple's eyes following her.

She didn't care at all who the guy who looked exactly like Takeya lying there was. She just kept Takeya in her sight by looking at him.

There is no way to escape that kind of sight. You are clearly not being watched, but you cannot avoid it. You are clearly standing here, but you are ignored like air.

He clearly remembered that he had made a promise to protect her, and the way Yuko begged him was still vivid in his mind. It was precisely because of that that Takeya fought until now at all costs.

In this case, who is this girl in front of me?

Mellie? purple? Who on earth is it? Why is it that the person he wants to protect is right in front of him, but it's so difficult for Takeru to even treat her like Murasaki?

Just accepting the fact that the person in front of him who hates him is Zi is enough to make Takeya collapse.

In those eyes, Wu Ye felt that he was as insignificant as dust, without any meaning, as if he was standing there, but was deprived of the meaning of existence.

He wanted to shout to make her see him, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to make her look away, but he was worried that he would never be able to recover.

The time of the world seemed to have stopped infinitely. I don’t know how long it took before Wu Ye finally heard Zi’s words.

"Hey, why don't you do it yet? Takeya, kill us, just like you have always done."

At this time, Wu Yefangyu understood that sometimes silence is a kind of mercy. Otherwise, why would this familiar voice reach his ears in such a strange tone?

"No - I -!"

Why should she be hated so much? Is it right that the guy who should be hated has already been killed by himself? Obviously he is fighting for the agreement with them, but why?

"Now, why on earth did you do such a thing, Takeya?"

Without giving Takeya any chance to speak, Yakumo Murasaki continued to ask:

"You obviously grew up beside us, you are so cute and gentle, why? Why do you want to be a dragon god? Why do you want to attack Yuko?"

not understand.

This guy obviously looks exactly like Zi, but why does she have to use Zi's face and Zi's voice to express her hatred and murderous intention towards him?

Logically speaking, Wu should save them, and even go so far as to repeat the tragic past again and again for them. He didn't even have a word of sympathy.

So why? Why must he be hated?

"It's all because of this guy, yes, it's all his fault!"

Wu also thought of Adam, as if grasping at the last straw, hoping that Yakumo Zi would pour hatred on this guy like him, although now, even he himself can't think of a reason to hate him.

It's just that, humblely, I hope to transfer my hatred to a dead person who can't speak, so that I can escape from that look in my eyes?

"It's all, all his fault."

Wu Ye pointed at Adam with trembling fingers, and tried to make a sound with the remaining strength: "Without him, everything will be fine, believe me, as long as you give me another chance, it will definitely be saved."

"Hehehe."

A piercing laughter came from Yakumo Purple's mouth. When she raised her face, the smile was no longer there, only the twisted hatred like an evil ghost.

"Are you kidding, Wu Ye, you who have never really given your heart to anyone, why can you say those beautiful words so naturally?"

"No, I-"

Takeru couldn't control the infinitely expanding hole in his heart, and wanted to refute incoherently, but was knocked back to his original state by Yakumo Murasaki's words.

"You are wishfully talking about the agreement with us and the future we expect. It is clear that you don't understand anything. It is clear that no one has any hope for you! You are not needed from the beginning!"

"No. I'm not."

Wu Ye walked with frivolous steps, as if his entire body was distorted and shapeless.

Yakumo Murasaki is denying everything about him, the meaning of existence, and the reason for fighting, but even if these are destroyed, there is still light in his heart, which is like a hollow.

And everyone's memory, and the person who liberated him from the nightmare.

"I am definitely not alone. Onee-sama is waiting for me. I must determine the fate of Hakurei Miko."

However, Yakumo Murasaki once again wrapped the light that Takeya finally discovered in darkness.

"Jinghe, Wuye, do you really think that her love for you is real?"

Crackling——

Fatal cracks appeared in Wu Ye's finally firm heart.