Killing an old enemy

A figure suddenly appeared in an alley just a few cities away from Yokohama.

This young man was wearing a strange attire that didn't fit this era, and he didn't know where he came from.

What his eyes saw was the night, a viscous dreamland that made it impossible to detect the breath.

"Arjuna..."

When he was at a loss, a small and shapeless voice brought him out of such darkness.

Like a drowning man grabbing Wei Wei's straw, he clings to it as hard as he can, and then suddenly opens his eyes.

Impression, it seems that someone called his name like this.

It was the voice of someone he hated, feared but wanted to overcome, like a mirror that he wanted to smash to show an ugly appearance, it was an existence that frightened him extremely.

……

It turned out that his name was Arjuna.

A hero bestowed by heaven, born with everything, a heroic spirit who descended into the world as an Archer.

Confusingly, he looked around and found himself standing in a strange place, but it couldn't be said to be completely strange...

He has been to this land, and the foreign words on the advertisements around him...it is Japan.

...It turned out to be Japan.

Arjuna stretched out his hand to cover half of his face, unable to see the specific expression clearly, supported the wall with the other hand, covered with a pure blue bow and arrow, and staggered to his feet.

Immediately afterwards, a new mystery surfaced in his heart.

——So, why, why did he appear here?

——Is it to pursue someone?

Suddenly, an uncontrollable sneer escaped from between his fingers covering his face, and his chest heaved violently due to the vibration.

Arjuna himself was puzzled that such a gloomy and narrow smile would come from his mouth, but he knew very well in his heart that there had always been a despicable and sinister "black" hidden in his perfect personality. Surfaced and occupied his body.

And because of this, the imperfect he got the answer.

——He appeared here because of a person named Karna.

——It was to defeat him again, to surpass him, and this was the purpose of Arjuna appearing here.

——Karna, that was his fateful enemy.

This name completely disturbed Arjuna's heart, he couldn't help clutching the piece of clothing on his chest, feeling stagnant for breathing.

Being watched by God, loved by people, favored by father and brother, he got everything easily, but for some reason he didn't care.It's better to say it's cold-eyed... It's scary to be like this.

Lovers, don't care about being loved, long for celibacy, and if possible, would look to the Holy Grail that can fulfill everything for eternal solitude.

No one is allowed to walk into his heart, and he will kill anyone who sees his evil smile without hesitation.

And ignoring the love of the gods, being loved and cherished by everyone, he is full of the must-kill emotion towards Karna that cannot be shaken off by reincarnation.

This is not a joke made by fate, but based on his own hatred, he has forgotten where this complicated emotion came from.

This name filled all his thoughts, Arjuna let go of his hand, and the almost black personality regained consciousness.

...but only almost.

Arjuna took a deep breath, stood up straight, put a calm and indifferent smile full of distance on his face again, and suppressed that despicable personality.

Almost thinking of the hatred towards Karna made Arjuna tremble all over, and he could not help but squeeze the longbow in his hand tightly.

He was still wearing the exotic white and blue cloak, and the heroic spirit's weapon was taken back by him.

Arjuna walked out along the alley, and at the moment when the evening sun shone on him, he raised his head, and those dark and bottomless eyes stared at the uppermost sky as if feeling something.

A huge king sword hangs in the sky.

Its whole body exudes an aura of imminent destruction, anyone who looks directly at it will feel extremely fearful, but Arjuna just looks away blandly, indifferent—or rather, his cold gaze is no longer there. It stays on.

It wasn't because he felt the sword of Damocles, nor the strange pyramid, that he raised his head and stared at the sky.

just because of……

This dusk and sunset scene.

Like the keenest hunter, Arjuna seems to have seen through this gigantic sword hanging high and collapsed... the scene that that person will appear in a few days. This is the reminder given to him by the gods, so eye-catching The sun is finally about to enter the range of his bow and arrow again.

Is that so...so ah.

Then he, Zhou, just stay here quietly.

Even if you appear in a different form this time, and you don't even understand this feeling... you will definitely beat you.

Please... just look at me.

……

After Nishizawa finished eating the egg tart, he ate the meal that Haraya had cooked, and then sat on the sofa again.

Although Heroic Spirit does not need to eat anymore, and he does not need food to provide him with magic power, human food is always so attractive.

It wasn't until after dinner was settled that Hara realized the room allocation problem.

"I would have called the part-time worker if I knew it earlier," he said a little annoyed, "The other rooms have not been tidied up."

In fact, Yuan Ye’s house is quite big. After all, as a cadre of the port mafia, he is considered one of the rich. It’s just that he doesn’t have the habit of letting people live in his house, and he doesn’t usually have friends with such a relationship. His own bedroom and other rooms are empty.

An empty room didn't exist for Hara, so he didn't tidy it up.

In the remaining rooms, there is not even a bed, and it is impossible to live in them.

"Well, I'll sleep on the sofa first." Yuan also made a decision, "If you don't mind, you can sleep in my room."

It is certainly impossible for him to let the king of the Hittite Empire sleep on the sofa, so he can only temporarily wrong himself.

"Yu doesn't need to sleep to replenish his strength." Caesar said, he is a heroic spirit, theoretically speaking, "Is there anything interesting here?"

Fun...thing?

Yuan was also lost in thought.

If Caesar was really the monarch summoned by him thousands of years ago, then everything should be novel to him, right?

But Nishizawa seemed to be very familiar with many things, such as seeing the vehicles driving on the street and the display screens of high-rise buildings, without any surprise.

So what exactly is fun for him?

"You're thinking wildly again, too." Caesar said, he knew his inner thoughts with a glance, "I want to see the iron box."

"..." Yuan Ye, "Do you mean the TV?"

"That's it." Caesar thought for a while, "And then there are games, so you can go to sleep, and the rest is the rest of the time alone."

That's right, he planned to play games directly at night.

Regarding the obsession with games and comics, Nishizawa can feel justified. After all, there is no rule that Heroic Spirits cannot be the oldest otaku in mankind.

Although Nishizawa's tone of voice was lightly commanding, as if everything he said was taken for granted, but strangely, it didn't make Haruya feel disgusted.

Speaking of games...

Yuan also thought about it, sat next to him, picked up the TV remote control on the coffee table, and was almost a little restless, so he organized the wording: "My apartment used to have games here, but it was cleaned up last time." I'm sorry, I can only watch TV."

In fact, he is also a game fanatic, but some time ago... In order to prevent Osamu Dazai from prying open his apartment and destroying his games as revenge, Hara carefully saved all the games, and then moved to Hong Kong Hei The offices of the building were hidden.

If you go to Dazai Osamu's staff apartment, there may be various games, after all, it's that guy...

"I understand." Caesar said.

Yuan Ye: "..." Wait, what did you understand?

He tried to recall his brain circuit just now, but he didn't know which sentence Caesar was referring to.

But Nishizawa did not answer his words, but took the remote control in Haraya's hand and jumped to a news channel.

Yuan also cheered up: "If you want to watch this..."

Before he finished speaking, Caesar had already jumped off the platform decisively, jumped to the channel of a popular TV series, and watched it intently.

"..." I really can't figure out the character of this cohabitant.

But, rather than news, do you like idol dramas more? !

Yuan also sat next to him and watched TV series with him for a while, but he really couldn't catch the point of the love idol drama, and began to feel drowsy, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Nishizawa watching with that overly delicate face seriously. His serious face gave him a sense of déjà vu that he was watching some important national event.

Very, very cute.

Hara also felt that he lacked interest in the TV content, so he simply turned his face and focused on Nishizawa's face.

I have to say that it is really beautiful, and it can completely reach the point of killing people with their faces.

It's just... Yuan Ye frowned, before, were there two red lines under the corners of his eyes?

Facing his probing gaze, Caesar did not respond.

"...I'm going to get ready for a rest, good night." In the end, Haruya chose not to ask anything, but said, "If you feel bored, you can go to the study room, there are probably some books to pass the time, you can browse casually. "

Caesar nodded perfunctorily, his eyes still focused on the TV.

This guy……

Yuan also laughed, took one last look, and left the sofa.

Although he knew that the other party's identity was terrifyingly powerful, perhaps because Caesar was not hostile to him, he was quite easy to talk to in a sense, and he didn't have much practical feelings.

Therefore, apart from being surprised by his origin, and still feeling like a dream, Yuan didn't regard him as a scourge.

If I have to say... Haruya is actually full of unspeakable secret curiosity about him. After all, he himself is not a human being, but a container for things like Rage God.

Hope they can live in harmony.

Thinking of this, Yuan Ye's figure disappeared at the stairs.

Caesar watched TV for a while, until he had finished watching the broadcast, then stood up with unsatisfied intentions, stretched his waist, and narrowed his pure gold eyes.

Looking up at the clock hanging on the upper edge of the room, it is now - ten o'clock in the evening.

Caesar walked to the window, pushed open the window door, stepped on the edge of the window and rolled out, floating in mid-air, lost in thought.

Just now, did Hara say that Osamu Dazai has a lot of games?

— Then go and play games with him.

Anyway, didn't this guy secretly say in his heart before he left, if he didn't satisfy him, could he come to him?