Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

The branches lightly tapped the eaves of the roof, making a dull sound.

There was a wind outside the house, blowing through the quaint temple gate.

The rising sun passed over the distant hills unchanged.

Retracting the hand holding his chin, Mizukawa closed the window in front of him and turned to look inside.

"How?" The hair loop in his hand gathered the scattered long hair, and he lowered his head slightly, revealing his slender neck.

"Not great." Mizukawa shook his head and casually picked up the hair loop on the desk:

"If that thing doesn't run out of my sight, it's not bad."

The hand tied with the hair paused for a moment, and after looking at Mizukawa with a blank look for a while, he sighed helplessly:

"I'll come, you hurry up too."

Seeing that Mizukawa still tied his long white hair indifferently, Junzi opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Closing the door behind him, his purple eyes quietly fell into the distance and staggered into the dead body of the torii.

But in his eyes, there was a trace of abruptness and loss of concentration.

[However, if it is a shitsune, you should feel this way.]

We don't belong here, where we don't know....

Absolutely, there are definitely people waiting for us to go back...]

The memories of last night flooded into my mind.

The moist wind blows through the treetops, driving the leaves to make a 'rustling' sound.

The sun is still shining in the thin mist.

But Yanzi's eyes became more and more empty in the gaze.

Even after a night, Shuichuan's voice still appeared clearly in his ears.

In order not to expose his weakness in such a world, Tsuko has been forcing himself not to think and not to remember, but....

And how she doesn't know....

This disaster is too abrupt, like an empty bubble suddenly stuffed into something by someone from the outside, as if something has been taken away.

These days, Tsuko is not without doubts about today's world.

That day, after the kendo department opened his eyes, he was strange and unfamiliar with everything familiar in front of him.

After leaving the department, the first reaction when discovering the dead body was to save a school doctor who did not know each other.

Obviously he has long been accustomed to it, but he will be disgusted from the bottom of his heart for the good feelings shown by a junior?

And also... Mizukawa.

Leaning against the door behind him, Junzi bit Zhu's lips lightly, his brows wrinkled slightly, and his eyes were full of puzzlement and doubt.

Mizukawa is the heir of the Mizukawa family who grew up with him, a best friend who has never been separated since childhood, and a girl who is very pitted, but has fought together many times, and can trust each other.

This is what the memory in the mind tells Rinko, and there can be no mistake.

But....

Isn't Mizukawa home coastal? Why is it never separated? Why don't you have memories of growing up together? Since they grew up together, why did she appear in front of her as a representative of other universities at the conference? Why did he suddenly invite her to dine with him at that time? Why did I change my way to that coastal city after the conference? Why is it that she is obviously a close friend, but she needs her personal telling to know that her parents have died? Why does she live in her own home and take it for granted?

Why, do you have the illusion of being dependent on her in battle so many times? Have you really been involved in combat over the years?

The sharp aura was fleeting from in front of him.

Tsuko returned to his senses.

In front of him, Mizukawa threw away the sticky black blood on the long knife with an unhappy face:

"What are you doing!" Did you come out and dispose of yourself? The

long knife was sheathed, and the slow figure in front of the two fell heavily to the ground.

???... I'm sorry. After a moment of silence, Junzi held his arm with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and looked to the side.

In his clenched right hand, a black bead loomed.

And also... What is this....

Why does Nagase also have....

Why do I feel a little dissatisfied every time I squeeze it....

It's like... This thing itself should have a lot of the same....

"..." Scarlet eyes lingered for a moment on Junzi's clenched hand.

Mizukawa tightened his grip on the scabbard's hand, pursed his lips, and withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go, didn't you say you were going to Gaocheng's house to get the seeds?"

???... Well. "

............

Inside the underground fortress.

Michiko turned on the switch on the light in the observation room.

Look at the crack below that ravages the entire void.

A satisfied smile appeared on his pale face.

Immediately, the feeling of dizziness hit like a wave.

"No, the more I get to this time, the more I can't be lazy." The plump body leaned lightly against the neat glass, Michiko bit her red lips, looked at her illusory reflection in the glass, shook her head slightly, and tried to shake off the dullness in her head:

"The basic disk of this world has been established, with the assistance of the Yukinoshita family, Hiratsuka should be able to easily maintain, and if the master returns, even if he can't fuse the world again, it can provide some trivial convenience."

It's just that... Is it worth it..."

The wrist and palm were covered with cut wounds, recovered over and over again, torn again and again, and the memories in my mind were like encountering rubber pencil handwriting, and after each deep sleep, they were erased in an imperceptible way.

Then, some memories that did not exist in the past were imposed.

The two memories are intertwined, colliding continuously, and every change and memory is like a hideous giant hammer, smashing into the mind.

Remind herself over and over again, reminiscing for Shizune Hiratsuka and others, so that now, occasionally, Michiko doubts whether she is doing the right thing.

Is it true that letting them forget their masters is what the master wants to see...?

"Boom ??????!!"

Dust, falling overhead.

Feeling the tremors from all around, Michiko lowered her head, her scarlet eyes staring closely at the crack below that had exhausted dozens of tactical human forms to open.

A hint of worry suddenly rose from his eyes.

The crack was like countless spiders weaving at the same time, messily tearing the entire underground hollow, and even climbing, covering the entire cliff.

If you let Michiko use an object to describe the barrier of the world.

It's like a diamond with fluorescent light.

Hard, but without the possibility of extension.

Only complete with, shattered....

And Michiko's worries is here.

The cracks caused by smashing the World Barrier with a strong force are too wide, and if they suddenly break at a certain moment.

So, is the broken barrier the piece in front of the humanoid body, or is it the range of all the cracks?

After opening it so rudely, is it a stable and silent void that greets him and the others, or a black hole of fierceness and greed?

"Boom ??????!!"

Without waiting for Michiko to collect her thoughts, the hideous black giant hammer once again smashed heavily on the cracks that were all over the air.

Looking at the black crack in front of him that seemed to widen a little under his attack.

The humanoid put down the giant hammer in his hand and turned to look at Michiko who was staring at himself in the observation room above.

"Hard work." With her eyelids slightly lowered, Michiko spoke softly.

"Nope... I'm sorry. Looking at the piece of tissue that suddenly shattered and dissipated on his arm, he shook his head and looked around in human form.

Of the once hundreds of tactical humanoids, there are now fewer than forty left.

But even so, there is still no way to achieve the goal.

The hideous giant claw rested on the outstretched bone hand.

Looking at the 'monster' who was staring at him in front of him, the face of the bone hand owner Sen Leng revealed a peaceful look at this moment.

Finally, watch it turn into black fluorescence, and attach yourself.