Thousand Blades of Death

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...That's good, it will be extinguished when it rains.

I finally exhaled deeply and looked at the dark clouds.

It's uncomfortable to breathe.

I spit out these words frankly instead of those who can no longer say this sentence.

Painful, painful, and afflicted while alive, then it would be better to simply die.

In the dim consciousness, I extended my hand meaninglessly.

I didn't want to ask for help.

I just think it's naive.

The last thought is only this idea.

Consciousness was about to disappear, and the raised arm snapped to the ground.

……Do not.

It should fall on the ground.

But a big hand held it.

...I still remember his face.

The man with tears in his eyes, who was happy from the bottom of his heart because he found the survivor.

—He looks so happy.

It seemed that it was not me who was saved, but himself.

then.

What touched me almost was that the man said something to me as if he was grateful, thank you.

He said it would be nice to find you.

He said that even if only one person could be rescued, I was very pleased. Then, he seemed to be thankful to somebody and showed a happy smile.

Volume 4 End of Infernal Flames

Next day

Various channels of the TV are reporting the fire of Dongmu Xindu last night.

Today, the breakfast table of the Mackay family is also shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The table without one person was a little empty. The male guest who has been staying at home since these days has returned home yesterday due to an emergency. He asked Weberdai to thank them for their care these days and apologized for not being able to say goodbye to them in a hurry.

"Alex should have returned to the UK safely"

Mrs. Massa whispered worriedly. Weber nodded as if to appease her.

"He called back from the airport once this morning. Really, I don't know how to think about jet lag."

Weber's face was a big lie. But in fact even he himself was surprised by his cheeky face.

"Did he ever call? I didn't notice it at all. Ha ha, but this is like his style."

Glancing gently and nodding, the lady turned her gaze back to the TV screen, and her expression gloomed again.

"Despite some regrets, there has been a lot of commotion recently. But maybe this is not entirely a bad thing, at least those who are not sincere tourists may change and form it."

""

Weber felt ashamed of watching the miserable wilderness burned on the TV screen.

If it does, it may be possible to prevent the incident from happening. So it is difficult for him to restrain his regret.

But there will never be a similar tragedy in the future. Although it ended in the worst way, the weird events that threaten Dongmu will never appear again. This fourth victory cup war, which sacrificed countless innocent people, ended completely last night.

Recalling the tragic situation at the time, he even felt it was a miracle that he could live now.

"That, grandpa, grandma, I have something to discuss with you, okay?"

Hearing Webber's slightly different voice than usual, the old couple put down the coffee they were drinking.

"what happened?"

"Well, I actually want to take a break from school for a while. This is also the decision I made after discussing with my father in Toronto. I want to do other things now than my school work."

"Oh."

"Oops."

Suddenly hearing the grandson's unexpected speech, the old couple couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"But why shouldn't you hate going to school so suddenly?"

"No. It's just that I haven't had any interest in anything other than studying so far, so I feel a bit regretful. So um, I want to travel. I want to visit the outside world. This way I can understand before deciding my life. More various things."

"Is it is it."

The lady seemed to happily close her hands and smiled slightly.

"Did you hear that, Guran? Weber, he even said something like Alex."

After hearing this comment, with a trace of happiness and a little loneliness, Weber smiled bitterly.

"Anyway, do all kinds of preparations first. It is necessary to do your homework in advance. Do you start to work first? However, there is a problem here. If you don’t speak English in Dongmu, you can’t work? "

Uh, Gulan Ye's arms crossed his chest with a thoughtful look.

"There are also many foreign residents from Japan in this town. If I go to ask my colleagues, maybe I can find a solution for you."

"So Weber, are you going to Japan for a while?"

Looking at Martha with a happy face, Weber nodded.

"Well, if it doesn't matter, won't it cause trouble to the other's family?"

"Of course not."

Madame Martha, who was almost happy to jump, couldn't help clapping. Gulan, who was sitting next to his wife, solemnly cast a look on Weber with the expectation, and the teenager straightened his spine back slightly with a serious look.

Weber, who went back to his room alone, reexamined the room where he bathed in the morning sun.

Eleven days is just such a short time, this room has been stained with the color of someone who has lived here.

I read the magazines and pancake bags that I randomly thrown away after eating. And there was the empty whiskey bottle that rolled down the corner.

These are all traces left by another person who once ate, drank and rested in this room. This is not a color of Weber.

Is it a ghost, or an angel. Thinking of these absurd things, Weber fell into a trance. This is not a joke. If it is only the soul, how can we leave such a bright "color"?

However, this "color" will never be stained in this room again.

From now on, only Weber will live here, and only Weber's personality will be contaminated. The previous colors will be gradually erased. This is inevitable.

Although I feel pity and loneliness, I cannot refute that the color to be repainted must be very vivid. Only in this way can the color of that person stronger than anyone be concealed.

Weber sat down by the bed and found the hardcover "Iliad" in his backpack.

However, in just 11 days, the pages have been blackened by repeated flipping. No matter how many times I read this book I still find it difficult to understand, the face of the man who always smiles appeared again. The man who inspired himself with the adventure of the hero Achilles, and challenged himself with it, and eventually made his life a legendary man. ,, ..

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