Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

[Because we love the same person. 】

Oda was sitting in a cafe, on the second floor by the window.There is old low-key music playing in the store, and you can see the people coming and going on the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows to the left.

He relaxes his body. The fabric of the fabric sofa is warm and soft, and even the skin that touches it feels happy. The unique bitter aroma of coffee lingers in the tip of his nose. Through the window, he can feel the warmth of the morning sun.

Hong Jiaodong was sitting opposite him, and there was also a cup of untouched bitter coffee in front of him, while he was sitting on the sofa, rubbing the walls of the white porcelain coffee cup with his hands, and the residual heat was transmitted to his fingertips.

This is a certain day after the Hesu incident, and there is no news of Katsuki Bakugo who was kidnapped, the arrest warrants of the enemy alliance are still being broadcast by the media in turn, and the students of Xiongying High School are still being watched by people from all walks of life.

But now, the two on the cusp, the two at odds, are sitting peacefully in a cafe.They were silent, as if they were old friends who had been quiet for a long time, and they also seemed to be strangers comforting each other.

Why on earth did it become like this?Boom Jiaodong recalled.

The boy in kimono in front of him stopped him on his way to see a doctor, his wrist protruded from the wide sleeve of the kimono, and light blue blood vessels were winding inside his wrist.

He faced the rising sun, and the gentle light sprinkled on his face, casting his shadow behind him.He smiled softly, with the languidness of insomnia and the weariness of thinking.

"Let's go have a cup of coffee together." The boy in kimono invited him.

Hong Jiaodong should have gone to see his mother, and now he should have been sitting in her mother's ward, combing her hair, peeling apples for her, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun with her.

But now he is sitting here, sitting here with people who don't know who they are, with people who don't know whether they are enemies or friends, and people who don't know what their intentions are, without saying a word.

He should have spoken.Hong Jiaodong understands this.

He should have asked what happened to the kimono boy.What had Shikuragi done to him, what had happened to him, what had he come here for.

He should question him, about his past, about his reasons for alleged mutiny, about his return.

Hong Jiaodong stroked the wall of the coffee cup, the sun shone on the back of his hand, the coffee gradually became cold, and the white porcelain cup wall gradually lost its temperature.

He wanted to speak several times, trying to force himself to speak with reason.But I always hesitate to talk, I don't want to break this mild morning.

"Sanada Shinzo, what kind of person is he?" The person opposite was the first to break the tranquility.

Hong Jiaodong looked up, the young man in kimono was still holding his chin and looking at the gradually increasing number of pedestrians outside the window, he watched boredly, half nestled on the sofa, as if he had never spoken.His index finger lightly stroked the wooden tabletop, and the black kimono set him off very white.

"I don't know." Hong Jiaodong answered his question.

"Don't know?" Oda was surprised by this unexpected answer, he straightened up, walked away from the soft sofa, and leaned against the edge of the table.

"How come you don't know him?" he asked curiously, widening his red, clear eyes.

"I don't know." Hong Jiaodong repeated his answer. "I don't know his past, and I don't know why he has grown into the man I know

I don't know why he didn't come back. "

The dark-haired boy was silent.

"But you should always know the one you knew."

"Well, I know." Hong Jiao Dong picked up some cold coffee and took a sip, the brown liquid had a bitter taste.

"He's a very sharp man." He began to recall that it was the first time they fought, the black-haired boy's knife was sharp and dangerous, clamoring for killing and destruction.

"He is easily bewitched." Bewitched by the madness hidden in his body, instigated by the poisonous snake wrapped around his sword, replaced by the wild dog hidden in his heart.

"But he is also a gentle person." He would feel terror after suddenly waking up, would be drenched in cold sweat, and would regret his mistakes.

He will regret his mistakes and be ashamed of his wrongdoing.He will be confused by it, cry bitterly for it, and grow up for it.

He can see the pain and sorrow in others' hearts, and then carefully avoid the hidden wounds in others' hearts.While feeling sad for the grieving person, he carefully maintains the fragile dignity of the other person.

He is afraid of death, afraid of parting, afraid of flowers and water in the dark.

But he has a knife.He kills death with a knife, cuts off parting with a knife, protects what he wants to leave and what he must leave with a knife, and separates those dark flowers and water with a knife.

He stands in the snow and ice, holding a sword.

He laughed and swung the knife without fear.

"He is." Hong Jiaodong laughed suddenly, the bitterness of coffee was still lingering in his mouth, but he felt the mellow sweetness slowly rising.

He took out two chocolates from his pocket, and the cold air covered chocolate-colored tin foil from his palm.

He stretched out his hand and handed the chocolate to the black-haired boy.

"Do you want to try it, you will definitely like it." He smiled, his eyes were gentle and nostalgic, just like the mild sunshine in the morning.

Oda looked at the boy smiling at him, his face was still immature, but his smile was long and peaceful.

The sun shines on his body, and the same tolerance is in the different-colored pupils, as if the Holy Spirit still loves his naive child who made a mistake regardless of the past.

He was suddenly at a loss. What was the intelligence he planned to collect?What was the original intended question?

All forgotten.

The black-haired boy reached out and took the chocolate wrapped in colored tin foil. The tin foil was the condensed mist of the air-conditioning on his fingertips.

He put the chocolate in his mouth, and felt the sweetness that melted instantly, with the bitterness of coffee, the sweetness of chocolate, and the delicate and serious love.

"Who am I?" He asked softly.

"What kind of person am I in your eyes?" He lowered his head, savoring the sweet and smooth taste in his mouth, and licking the black marks left between the stones.

"You are, just like him."

"Same?" The black-haired boy raised his head, his gentle expression was destroyed by a sarcastic smile from the corner of his mouth. "You still say that so far?"

"How can two individuals with different memories be the same!"

He slammed the colored tin foil on the table, curled his fingertips, and crumpled the tin foil into a crumpled ball.

"What do you think memory is?! Is it something dispensable? Is it something that can be easily lost and recovered?"

"Stop kidding!" Oda yelled through gritted teeth.

"That's me! That's me! How could that kind of thing be him?! How could it be easy to choose?!"

Oda lowered his body, the sun was shining on his back, his face was covered with shadows, and malice was brewing in the clear red pupils.

"What's the difference?" Hong Jiaodong asked suddenly.

"What's the difference between you and him?" He looked at the shadowed man opposite him, the red-eyed boy looked like a ghost.

"Even he almost cut off my head once, even you once saved me from danger. You are all the same person, you are the same sharp and hurt people, and you are also gentle and protective. Surrounded by ghosts, they stretch out their longing hands to the sun again."

He stretched out his hand, lightly clasped the evil ghost's tight hand, separated his five fingers, and smoothed the wrinkled tinfoil in the palm of his hand.

"If a person is just a collection of memories, losing his memory means losing his personality and losing his life."

"Then why are you sitting here now? Why are you looking for me? And why are you so excited?"

"I don't know." The black-haired boy calmed down and said blankly.

"He doesn't know anything." He stared at the tin foil with the chocolate imprint on the palm of his hand, "He doesn't know why I came here, when the forgotten memory was forgotten, and what I experienced in the past I don’t know why it was once targeted by the evil spirits.”

"I don't know anything. I don't know what kind of adventures he has experienced, what kind of growth he has experienced, why he is full of hope in his heart, and why he yearns for the light."

"But you know." Hong Jiaodong looked directly into his eyes.

"I know." Oda looked at him without flinching, with a firm tone.

"I know that we share the same body, and I know that we embrace the same soul. Even if the memory is forgotten, even if the memory is disordered, even if we lose all knowledge and understanding, we will make the same choice."

"Because we're always the same person."

Oda looked at him, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.The haze covering his body disappeared in the sunlight, and his smile was no different from that of the samurai holding a sword.

"Let me tell you everything about me." The black-haired man said with a smile, relaxed and plain.

"Everything about Oda Demon Lord."

The author has something to say: update today!This is how Oda went on a date with Hong Jiaodong after the co-studio incident√

Probably because Oda realized that he and Sanada Shinzo are one person rather than two individuals, but he still found it unbelievable, so he asked Boss To confirm.

Here's Philosophy Amway Today:

There's been a lot of discussion around the question of personal identity (that is, whether the two are the same person).It was the ship of Theseus in Greece at the beginning. I asked whether the ship would still be the original one after replacing the planks of the ship (refer to Baidu Encyclopedia for details).Modern biology also has this ethical dilemma. For example, our cells will always be metabolized soon, which means that we have changed everything inside and out!But why do we think that we are the same person as we were before?Obviously, the cells that make up living organisms are not the same at all! (Later, some people also answered that the genes are the same, so they are the same person, but in this case, are the cloned people and you the same person?) It also includes a series of operations, such as organ replacement, and head replacement surgery.

However, this article discusses less, does not involve the physical body, and only focuses on the relationship between memory and people.I personally think that besides memory, there is also experience that makes up a person. Memory here probably refers to remembered memory (or recollection), while experience is more like conditioned reflex (that is, experience left by unremembered memory), just like seeing A person who obviously doesn't remember seeing him before but still thinks he looks familiar is because this not remembering is actually an implicit memory.

This is a bit like Freud's meaning and unconsciousness (including preconsciousness and subconsciousness). Oda and Sanada Shinzo are people who have a common experience of different memories, that is, the consciousness may be different but the unconscious part is the same.In Freud, the subconscious, which represents primitive instinctive impulses and desires, dominates people.

So even if Oda and Sanada Shinzo have different memories, they will not cause split personality or form two different individuals, because their subconscious minds are the same and their essence is the same, so they are the same person.

Finally [because we love the same person. 】It's my quiet Mimi's private goods!Please put it in Oda's sentence "I know we share the same body, I know we embrace the same soul. Even if the memory is forgotten, even if the memory is disordered, even if we lose all knowledge and understanding, we will make the same choice." read!

Ah, Boss Boom is so nice——qwq is so sweet www

The next chapter is a long self-narration of Oda, talking about his past, and opening his mind. I hope you will take care of me, a person who loves dog blood! qwq