[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

Yuuri felt like he'd been waiting a century—people around him started whispering, some even laughed.Then he heard a hearty laugh from the other side of the door.

The laughter was very familiar, and it was a joyous laughter that Victor had never shown in front of him, before Chris or Yuri.It amazes and delights Yuuri - he's finally smiling like that in front of him.But at the same time he was depressed - was this a question to make the other person laugh?Yuuri unconsciously adopts the same posture as Viktor on the other side of the door - he's sitting on the ground, leaning against the door.

After finally waiting for the laughter to stop, Yuuri heard Viktor's voice coming from the door again.

"Yuuri. Do you know what it's like to be locked up again?" His voice was deep and full of warmth. "I'm worried about you like last time, but the difference is, I'm happy—because everyone knows we How important it is to each other, that's why they threaten you in this way. I'm proud they understand that."

Yuuri's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.Because he found out that Viktor and he felt the same way - their relationship made them have a lot of difficulties, but it also made them proud - Katsuki Yuuri had never been so proud of himself in his life Choose and persevere.

"Do you know what you just asked was a stupid question?" Yuuri almost held his breath as he continued, "I can't help but always want to care about you, miss you when I don't see you, and be proud of your progress , wanting to do everything with you - and our hugs and kisses... I don't know how to describe it other than love. And you're asking me if I love you now?"

Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov were sitting across a wooden door. They also raised their heads and put their hands on their knees.They were separated by a door—but time seemed to have stopped, as if they were sitting side by side under the vast starry sky, two hearts beating at the same frequency and approaching.

Yuuri felt like everything was gone—the narrow corridors, the blinding incandescent lights overhead, the crowds around him, and the uncertain path forward, as if he had returned to the moment when he first met Victor when he was 12 years old .He seemed to see him smiling at him, and then he heard this confession that filled his heart with confidence and warmth.

"I love you (君のことを爱している)."

At dawn, Katsuki Yuuri rushed into Tokugawa's bedroom with a group of samurai following him.

"I'm very sorry! We really can't stop him without hurting him!" A man said to Tokugawa who was sitting on the bed.

The person on the bed just waved his hands to let them back off, then he got up and got out of bed, put on his coat, and turned on the light on the ceiling.The harsh light hit Yuuri in the middle of the room, which made Tokugawa smile.He didn't wear glasses, and he was still wearing the suit he was most satisfied with among the clothes prepared for him-the same dark blue trousers and inner plackets, and the neckline neatly exposed the innermost white lining.The upper body is a white dress, with red or blue maple leaves embroidered on the white linen.His hands and forearms are still wrapped with white cloth strips, and his feet are covered with black cloth boots--he only needs one or two knives on his waist, and he is a perfect new team taxi.

"So, have you thought about it?" Tokugawa spread his arms at him.

"Yes. I've made up my mind." Yuuri was silent for two seconds, then said in a deep voice, "But I have a condition."

He failed to rescue Victor alone from his family last time, and he once again lost to his own cowardice.He disappointed Victor, but the other party still chose to be with him. After he made a move to abandon him, he still took care of him meticulously, did not abandon him, and even said without hesitation that he loved him .

He has finally matured and evolved completely-if the previous courage to try to change was in his heart, now he will make them a reality.

"Although it's agreed, let your retainers go? That's for sure. What else do you want? Money? People? I can give you everything."

"Mr. Tokugawa." Yuuri pursed his lips, with a cold look in his eyes that he had never seen before, "Compete with me, just like 4 years ago, don't go to the dojo - if I lose, I will go back Hasetsu begged my father to recall all the servants, train the samurai, and fully support your ideals. But if I win—please let us go."

There was a weird, mocking smile on Tokugawa's mouth - Yuuri had expected it, he must have thought he couldn't win him, and was laughing at his innocence - even if he won, he wouldn't let it go easily them.

But I have to try.Yuuri said in his heart.He's going to complete Victor's final test of his sword skills, live up to his expectations of him, and at the same time use his own strength to save him.He looked at Tokugawa sternly, the lines on his face were as cold and hard as a sculpture, and he completely lost the immature feeling that he always gave off as a high school student.He took out a bowl roll from his waist (a white cloth strip with a wide gray □□ in the center. The Japanese use it to boost morale when they are about to do something formally, and at the same time to protect the forehead from external damage) , solemnly raised his bangs and tied them on his forehead.

This is a large flat mountainous area at the foot of Higashiyama in Nagoya.When Yuuri followed Tokugawa and walked slowly towards the center step by step, he understood why they didn't see a single cherry blossom when they came, probably all the cherry blossoms were planted here - the whole mountain seemed to be a cherry blossom forest.

It was dawn at this moment, and the sun was slowly revealing its figure from the distant mountains, and the whole world was a clear and dim yellow.The cherry trees stand in a patchwork pattern on the black land, and the green grass under the roots of the trees sprouts buds.The cool spring breeze blows slowly with the fragrance of flowers, and pieces of pink petals flutter in the air with the wind.

They are standing in the center of this sea of ​​flowers.There was a clearing here, and in the middle of the clearing there was a huge, old cherry tree—it had a trunk as thick as a bucket, and a huge canopy as high as a two-story building.Thick layers of branches and branches full of petals swayed slightly with the breeze, and the flowers formed a huge, pink umbrella standing above their heads, and beautiful petals fell on their heads and shoulders superior.

"The knife you chose looks very suitable for you. The clothes also fit well. I believe you will feel more and more that everything here is suitable for you." Tokugawa was still wearing his black and gray lapel kimono , but tucked the hem of the clothes into the wide waistband of his trousers, "So I hope you don't let me down——Your Beichen's one-shot flamboyance is useless in actual combat!"

Yuuri didn't care about his provocation at all, he nodded his head towards the opposite side to show his respect just like the other party, and then put on a posture, concentrating on holding the handle of his knife with both hands, the previous desperate decision made him quickly enter a state of ecstasy.He stared at Tokugawa—the opponent still hadn't drawn his sword, and was slowly approaching him—the distance between them was getting smaller and smaller.

Yuuri realized that the opponent wanted to use his good Iai slash to determine the outcome with one blow, and of course he couldn't do what he wanted—in terms of the speed and timing of drawing the sword, he was no match for the fifth-dan Tokugawa.So he stepped back and put distance away from him again, moving cautiously sideways.

Tokugawa smiled a little.He stopped and drew his knife.Then he placed the knife with both hands on the right back side, the point of the knife pointing towards the back, and slowly approached Yuuri.

But Yuuri wasn't fooled - instead of slashing the vulnerable left shoulder, he made a neat crosscut to his stomach - and Tokugawa stepped back.

Both attempts on Yuuri failed, which made Tokugawa a little relieved and excited.He backed away slowly, opening the distance between the two of them again, even farther than at the beginning.Yuuri watched the petals flying between them, and started sprinting like the other - Tokugawa held the long knife high, and Yuuri dragged the knife behind to maintain speed - and they jumped up almost simultaneously, sakura trees in the air. The trunks meet at a point.

There was a crisp sound of blades clashing, and they landed back to back almost at the same time, but Yuuri gasped for breath.He understood the other party's intentions—maybe he was better than dexterity, but more than strength—he barely parried the knife in the air, but the jaws of his two hands were already numb from the shock, and it was heavier. , he will be hit by his own knife on the forehead.

And then both sides seemed to be aroused by the jumping blow—they turned around and rushed towards each other, starting a real one-to-one attack and defense.

Yuuri's swordsmanship is very flexible, when he is probing, it is so light that it is hard to notice, but when he strikes, it is so heavy that the cuffs are windy.The crackling sound of blades was heard endlessly, Tokugawa calmly responded to Yuuri's fierce attack, his clogs squeaked and slid on the grass full of morning dew.Yuuri knew that the other party was looking for his gap, so he speeded up his swing of the knife, the cloth belt behind his head was fluttering with the movement, and the beautiful arcs of the sword made people dazzled.

Obviously this surprised Tokugawa a bit, but he quickly adjusted his state - he took advantage of his height and made a sudden high thrust - Yuuri did not hesitate to block with both hands horizontally, but his lower body was instantly exposed It came out—Tokugawa held the knife in a stabbing position, but he leaned over his upper body, his right elbow bent quickly—and he hit Yuuri in the stomach with his right elbow.

Yuuri took a step back and coughed, but the opponent didn't give him a chance to breathe, he stabbed the knife suddenly, Yuuri quickly blocked it with the knife, but the opponent's knife tip picked up and stabbed Yuuri's throat from below——Yuuri He turned his head, but the tip of the knife had already slipped through the skin on his neck.A drop of blood seeped out.

He stumbled back a few steps, touched his neck with his hand, and wiped the blood on his pants.He bent down and panted violently, staring fiercely at Tokugawa.But the other party just showed him a knowing smile, as if to say, "You really lost."

"It's not over." Yuuri straightened up, adjusted his breathing, and then he smiled back at the other party.Tokugawa's smile disappeared—Yuuri's smile was different from his usual childish and cute smile, he raised the corners of his mouth at him confidently and confidently, but there was no smile in his eyes—his demeanor suddenly changed completely up.

Yuuri put away his smile and rushed towards Tokugawa with a knife in his hand.The opponent quickly blocked it, but he found that Yuuri's next sprint was supported by one foot, bent down, and spun in a circle while jumping-his other foot raised in an arc in mid-air. Kicked Tokugawa in the stomach.Tokugawa suddenly realized that he had learned his dirty ways - not relying too much on the sword and using his whole body to defend or attack.He's a little flustered, but a little pissed at the same time - he sees Yuuri start attacking him again with weird moves like the duel 4 years ago.

He started jumping non-stop.Jumping left and swinging the knife, right jumping to strike, Tokugawa tried to find a hole in his dance-like movements like he did 4 years ago-he thought he had succeeded again-his knife almost brushed Yuuri's side, This forced the opponent to turn around.But what he didn't expect was that Yuuri's back was turned to him, and his feet were bent backwards as if they had taken root—the pistol he held pierced straight from his bent body, almost hitting him chest.Yuuri turned around, the corners of his mouth curling up again.

He always believed everything Victor said.So when he says his three paragraphs are enough, that's enough.He doesn't need to fight in the traditional way, he just needs to believe in Victor's purpose of taking him to learn everything - ballet has greatly improved his body flexibility, and he who fights with "love" has never felt like this moment The whole body is light, and he feels that his bones are as soft as a piece of rubber.He had been practicing all night with a wooden stick last night, trying to incorporate ballet moves into fencing.

So at this moment, like a swan, he sometimes holds the knife with both hands, and sometimes switches to one hand, spinning and jumping around Tokugawa with a sharp sword wind.His cloth boots made a sound on the grass, his long white sleeves fluttered with his movements, and the surrounding petals were driven by him to form a more fluttering dance. The red and blue maple leaves stand out in the brightening sunlight.

This made Tokugawa helpless - he always thought that the way he danced was because he was drunk at the time, and his eyeliner couldn't go abroad, he didn't know that Yuuri went to Russia and turned dancing into a means of attack.He managed to catch those blades, and hit Yuuri's knife hand hastily - a bloodstain appeared on Yuuri's hand again, but he continued to dance his body as if he didn't feel it.

Tokugawa distanced himself again, leaping for what seemed to be the final blow from Yuuri—his sprint was fast, with the determination in his eyes to hit the target, and he jumped—Tokugawa squared up and raised the knife—but He noticed that Yuuri landed some distance away from him, and he stuck his right foot forward as he landed, but his left foot didn't move—his legs just kept straight and did a vertical split , slid towards Tokugawa along the slippery grass—the tip of the knife he held in both hands stabbed at the opponent's abdomen.He hesitated for a moment, but he thought of Victor—he used all his strength, and the tip of the knife instantly penetrated Tokugawa's inner skirt and sank into the opponent's right abdomen.

A series of actions were too fast for people to react.Tokugawa looked at the long knife that had sunk into his stomach in surprise, and looked at Yuuri on the ground - he looked up at him fiercely, there was actually a cold murderous intent in his eyes.With a muffled grunt, Tokugawa took two steps back, his body left the tip of the knife, and a stream of blood flowed out, dripping shockingly on the emerald green grass.

"Mr. Tokugawa, you made a mistake in saying one sentence." Yuuri stood up, swung the blade neatly, and blood splattered on the ground. "I'm not like you. You are unwilling to be content with the status quo because of your so-called world, and the reason for my unwillingness to be content with the status quo is very small." He raised his eyelids, and his pupils seemed to be shining brightly under the sun.

"I'm just for one person.