Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

[A specter, a nihilistic specter, haunts hell. 】

"Although I am a member of the enemy alliance, I don't want to attack students." Oda said and raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of attacking.

"But it doesn't seem too good to let you go like this?"

He looked at the three teenagers in front of him, one was a comatose burden, one was a named target, and one... How should I put it, I always felt a little concerned.His red pupils wandered back and forth between the three of them, as if some conspiracy was brewing.

"Well," he said, "How about we sit down and chat?" He suggested with a smile, pointing to the open space beside him.

"If you will meet your companions, I will let you go, and if you meet people from the enemy alliance." He stared at the two people who suddenly became tense in front of him. .

"Bakugo Katsuki stays, how about the remaining two letting you go away safely?" He opened his mouth, admiring the tension and suppressed anger of the person opposite him viciously.

How would you choose?Did you choose to fight me regardless?Or choose to pray and wait for the favor of an unknown fate?Do you choose to keep one person in exchange for the safety of the two?Or do you fight with your back and fight recklessly?

What will you do?Is it a hero or a layman?Is it resistance or compromise?

Tell me, hero.

"Are you kidding me?! You're so noisy, you pink eye!" Bakugo Katsuki couldn't hold back his anger, and rushed forward quickly despite Hong Jiaodong's stop, and the violent explosion hit Oda .

"Don't act like you're doing your best, you bastard! Chatting? Wait to go to hell and talk to Laozi!" He rushed in front of Oda, a violent explosion accompanied by thick smoke from his palm issued, but was easily dodged.

Oda sideways dodged Katsuki Bakugo's attack, reached out and quickly grabbed his knuckles and twisted his arms behind his back, while attacking his lower body with his legs and pinning him to the ground.He used his knees to restrain Bakugo Katsuki's cut hands, and with his free hands, he took out the tachi, held the vermilion scabbard of the tachi, and held it up high. The erect knife was aimed at the back of the boy's head, and his red eyes gleamed in the darkness distorted light.

"Hell?" He chuckled under his breath. "Didn't I stay there all the time?"

The scabbard fell and hit the boy's back hard. The dull sound echoed in the night light, and the ghost from hell raised the knife again.

"Stop!" The cold ice, the white ice, and the clear band of ice attacked him angrily.

The red-eyed ghost's hands holding the scabbard changed positions instantly, and the huge sword drew a full moon under the moonlit night. He drew the sword, and the snow-white blade collided with the ice edge, making an ear-piercing friction sound, and then the ice edge shattered, and the ice edge shattered. Crumbs flew in the air.

Oda held up his knife, and looked at the boy who was panting heavily through the curtain of ice debris in the air.

"Don't you want to chat, then come on." Hong Jiaodong straightened his back and stared at the man holding the knife, his different pupils shone with a strange color in the semi-dark shadow, staring at him firmly.

what is that?Oda thought about that look in his mind.Like a beast that has suddenly made up its mind to transform from a prey to a predator, like a desperate man who throws away all his worries and fights to the death, he throws away those things that should be cared about and counted, throwing away The right best choice, to speak up for a wrong thing he had to do.

"Don't you want to know about that man named Sanada Shinzo?"

The boy on the other side looked at the red-eyed ghost, thinking that he had caught the other's weakness, so he waited for him to step into his conspiracy.

"That kind of thing has nothing to do with me." Oda was not interested, but he still stopped, put the knife back into the scabbard, let go of the suppressed Bakugo Katsuki, his face lost his smile, and only showed indifference to everything calm and sensible.He has no curiosity, no suspicion, he knows there must be some story in it, but he refuses to know it all.

"However, I still like chatting." He looked at the boy who was stiff due to miscalculation, and finally put away his indifference and cruelty, and comforted the boy who was placed in the range of protectors with a kind smile.

No matter what it is, whether it is war or revenge, or belief or massacre, underage students should not be involved in such cruel things.Adults' matters should be resolved by adults, and those who have nothing to do with it should not be implicated.This is the unique belief and responsibility of samurai. They shoulder the obligations of all those who belong to them, firmly resist all disputes and death, let all blood and pain end with them, and keep hope and peace. To whomever they bear.

"You are also a warrior." Hong Jiaodong sighed.

"Of course I'm a samurai, what's wrong?" Oda walked up to him and smiled gently, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"He's a samurai too."

"I'm not him. I should have explained this more than once." Oda frowned and put away his smile. "At this point I don't think we have much to talk about."

Hong Jiaodong looked at the frowning young man who was a little anxious, but kept silent and stopped talking.

"I thought we could talk about something else?" In the end, Oda gave up thinking about it and changed the subject abruptly.

"So," Hong Jiaodong hesitated, "What is the purpose of the enemy alliance?"

"Ah, this." The red-eyed boy seemed to feel relieved that there was finally a topic that both parties could talk about. In his opinion, this topic was not a confidential or difficult question, so he relaxed and his tone changed. become brisk.

"Well, how should I put it, although it is an alliance, it doesn't actually have its own creed. Although everyone is attracted by Stein, but, to be honest, I don't think there is Stein in the enemy alliance. He's here." The red-eyed boy shook his head in disappointment.

"People here have their own beliefs, their own goals, and they stay together just because this place is a place where malicious people gather." He turned around, found a tree trunk to lean against, and idly counted with his fingers pointing at Hong Jiaodong.

"The words of Shikaragi are what you all know before. They want to create a world without All Might and tear up the illusion of peace. To me, it is probably just pure insanity and anti-social. Dabi claims It is to inherit Stein's beliefs, but who knows how?"

After counting Oda, he stopped.He felt bored. The ideology and creeds of these evil parties did not excite him or fill him with yearning. Facing these powerful beliefs with a strong sense of existence, he only felt bored and tired.It seems that a simple sophomore boy is bewitched by some trendy ideas, and then he does not hesitate to regard the other party as a masterpiece, and takes those ridiculous ideas that seem to be ideas but are actually illogical and ridiculous as his own, and then he is proud Exaggerated, exaggerated, and practiced to attract attention.

Boring, so boring.Oda saw only boring things in this newly rising power, in this supposedly revolutionary organization, but nothing that could move his heart.

Why is this so?He couldn't help thinking.Probably because he has stayed in hell for too long, because he has seen the cruelty that people who grew up in these peaceful times have never seen before, he has seen death and blood, he has seen war and power, he has seen poverty and disease, I have seen calculations and frauds, I have seen the corruption of rich people's wine and meat, and I have seen the hypocrisy of joy.

He's seen too much in hell, he's been in hell too long.

He has seen too many people and too many ghosts.So gradually he understood that there is no difference between humans and ghosts, and that the chaos and absurdity in this world are real, and the so-called good and evil are just a historical vaudeville.

"It's so boring." In the end, he could only lean on the tree trunk and sigh.

Hong Jiaodong looked at the young man who was leaning against the tree trunk weakly. That man was confused and wandering, different from Sanada Shinzo who only regarded death before, and also different from his later life towards death, and even more different from his careful gentleness.

This person does not see too narrowly, but too broadly, so that in such a wide span, he cannot find any laws and laws, but only sees various realities and unpredictable fickle human beings.

So he regards all truths as temporary things, and all good and evil as specific forms. He sees that people live according to forms, according to prescribed morals and laws, prescribed ideas and truths. In the chaos of reality, good and evil cannot be seen under the skin, and everyone is just the same thing.

He has seen too much, so in his eyes there is no collective or absolute, only the existence of individual individuals.Hence all the struggles and revolutions.All defenses and wars are irrelevant to him.He is like a ghost that has been walking in the world for a long time.

"Then what about you? Why did you stay there?" Hong Jiaodong suddenly wanted to know, since everything has no beliefs about good and evil, then why did he make the choice, why he lived, and how he lived.

"Me?" The red-eyed boy was obviously taken aback, but he hadn't thought about this question.

"My words... probably just want to find a place to stay, and the enemy alliance happens to be that place."

"Then you don't agree with their ideas, do you?"

"Barely this is the case." Oda tilted his head and thought for a while. "Actually, it doesn't matter where I am, because I will not change, so even if it is an enemy alliance, I will not do what I don't want to do, and I will mercilessly kill things that do not conform to my beliefs." .”

"Then why!" The boy on the other side was suddenly excited by his indifferent attitude, and shouted at him, vaguely Oda thought he was crying. "Then why don't you come back?!"

Oda stared at him blankly, caught off guard by the sudden outburst of emotion.That look, full of unwillingness and grief, full of despair and sadness.That kind of eyes that ignored his strength and his penetrating insight, only saw weakness, immaturity, and the soul calling for help from him.

"Why do you pretend you don't care when you're in despair, why do you pretend you're not hurt when you're covered in bruises, why don't you let go when you want to forget it?"

Hong Jiaodong questioned, approaching him step by step, the distance gradually shortened, Oda saw his eyes under the moonlight.

Full of sorrow, it is the cowardice of those who are played by fate, unwilling and powerless when they are unable to resist.

why?Oda didn't know either.

Because everything about him was born of fire, he killed his enemies in the fire, made his name in the fire, and destroyed everything in the fire.

He suddenly felt that he had seen such a look somewhere before.The eyes that seem to indicate everything to see all tragedies, the eyes that always looked at him with pity and sorrow, the eyes that always sighed when he was triumphantly celebrating his fame, and the eyes that at the end, filled with resentment and helplessness The eyes of leaving.

who is it?He felt panic and fear, he wondered and mourned.

Why are you looking at me like that?

The author has something to say: I updated late because I got up late qwq I didn’t get up until almost twelve o’clock_(:з」∠)_

[A specter, a nihilistic specter, haunts hell. ] Adapted from the famous party manifesto. (I always love Marx!)

Oda: I can't fight, I want to chat with my boyfriend hehehe (o﹃o?)

Bakugo Katsuki: Bastard!

Oda: (▼皿▼#) Disturbing someone's relationship and killing him!

Hong Jiaodong: Don't hit me and let's chat :)

Oda: All right, I listen to you!

Boom and freeze: Sanada Shinzo he...

Oda: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!look at me look at me! orz

hhhhhh sand sculpture today↑

For the trick of smashing and blasting Hao Shengji, refer to the trick of the Drifting Samurai Zhongsa (township) Mo Warrior.Knock someone on the head with a scabbard hhhhhh Actually, you won’t get dizzy with one blow, but considering that Oda doesn’t want Bakugo to disturb his relationship, so I just...

hhhhhh I always feel that I am so pitiful here, I don’t have a role, not to mention that I finally got a role and I was hhhhh (sand sculpture author online sand sculpture)

The last paragraph that Mr. Hong said also explained Oda’s mental state: Although he is very empty, he still wants to believe in something to support him. Although he will not struggle in hell, he still secretly rubs his heart and wants to be redeemed.

Probably because the mouth dislikes the integrity of the body ←_←

That's why Boss H looked at him with complicated eyes like looking at a staff/sand sculpture/bear child.

Then Oda was seen through his heart: (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

In the end I decided they had a good relationship www a bit...sweet?

Hope you like it!