Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

[Ye Yin. 】

Hong Jiaodong stared at Oda silently, trying hard to digest the incredible thing the other party just said, but there was one thing he still didn't understand anyway.

"So how on earth did you come into this world?"

The black-haired boy froze with embarrassment on his face, and it took him a long time to reply falteringly.

"I...I don't know either." Oda blushed.

"My memory only goes to the fire, and then the enemy alliance. I really don't know how I got here from there." He spread his hands helplessly.

Boom and freeze in silence.

"So you just follow the enemy alliance without knowing anything, are you an idiot!"

Oda smiled guiltily.

"Yeah, it's not like I don't know anything. I can probably sense what that guy Shigaraki has done without telling me, and I can also feel that my memory is not right." Oda hesitated, racking his brains. Think of a more understandable statement.

"It's like watching a movie."

"Watching a movie?" Hong Jiao was puzzled.

"Yes, it's the kind of No.1 movie playing. Although I know what I did, and I know that I did it, but I don't feel it." The black-haired boy tilted his head and played with his half-long hair with his fingers.

"There is always a feeling that someone else made me a documentary, and there is no sense of substitution at all. It is strange that this kind of memory is normal."

"Then why don't you ask him, but turn a blind eye?"

"Because although I know that he has made a small move, it is my memory after all. And I am not familiar with anything when I first came here, so I can only hold back and not use the mobile phone information."

Oda smiled, this is self-confidence in his own strength, even if he knows that Shigaraki may be an enemy, he is not afraid in the face of unknown dangers, this is almost arrogant self-confidence.

"I can be a good leader in battle!"

Hong Jiaodong looked at the person in front of him, his appearance gradually overlapped with that of Sanada Shinzo, with the same almost arrogant self-confidence, the same achievements of bathing in blood, the same despise of everything but gentle heart.

Warriors are always extremely strict with themselves. They must kill the enemy bravely, and take the enemy's head as the glory of life; The lofty personality of Lili, they want to protect the weak and protect the common people from evil.

They are extremely contradictory, clamoring to kill and destroy, while resolutely guarding and protecting, killing while living, and living while dying.

They are hidden leaves, they are scattered cherry blossoms.

"So what are you going to do now?" Hong Jiaodong asked the warrior.

"Go back, I want to get my memory back." The samurai's gaze was firm.

"No one can decide on me. Playing with my memory is a death penalty!" The warrior's red eyes were burning with flames.

"It's too dangerous," Hong Jiaodong frowned, "It's too dangerous for you to be alone, you'd better come with us, All Might and the others will."

"No." The warrior refused without hesitation.

"This is my business, it's just my business, so I have to figure it out." His gaze was determined, with the belief that he must die.

"I have to know why I'm here."

He will stop at nothing for this.

"I won't let you act alone." Hong Jiaodong said expressionlessly, both of them had the same stubborn temper.

"The failure rate of one person is too high, at least let me assist you!"

The dark-haired samurai frowned, displeased.

"All Might and the others have already grasped the stronghold of the enemy alliance, and they will launch an attack in the near future. We need your help." Hong Jiaodong took a breath, "What's more, Baohao Katsuki is still in the enemy alliance now, don't you Save him?"

"...I see." Oda paused, and finally agreed with a frown reluctantly.

He can't disregard Hao Sheng's own life and death, and the lives of his classmates are also his responsibilities, so personal grievances must be compromised.

"If there is anything you need me to do, just ask." The black-haired samurai looked firm.

"No hurry," Hong Jiaodong smiled, "The debts owed by those guys must be fully repaid this time!"

The morning sun is warm and warm, spilling in from the glass window, and the cold coffee sinks quietly in the white porcelain cup without any waves.But everyone knows that an unprecedented huge storm is approaching quietly.

In the evening, the sun had already set, pedestrians also returned to their homes, and the bustling commercial street gradually returned to silence.

Oda pushed open the door of the bar, and the wooden door panel made an old creaking sound.

"I'm back—" He pushed the door open and saw a lot of people gathered in the originally empty bar.

"It's too late, where have you been?" Siganmu turned his head and said dissatisfiedly at him.

"Oh, I went shopping, modern times are really good, there are a lot of delicious things." He said, picking up the convenience bag in his hand.

"Do you want to try it? It's delicious coffee."

"No, I'll kill you if I come back so late next time." Siganmu turned his head and ignored the Amway coffee warrior.

"Where is the black mist? Want a can?"

"No, I'm not very used to things like coffee." Hei Wu waved his hand and refused.

Being rejected, Oda could only open a can of coffee resentfully alone, sat down next to Shikuraki, leaned against the edge of the bar, and looked aimlessly.

"There are more people, Hang." The black-haired warrior sighed.

"Ah, maliciousness has gathered."

The samurai gave a casual hum, and then moved his gaze to the furious boy who was tied up in the corner.

"How is he?" he asked Nekuragi, "won't join us?"

"You take care of yourself." Nekuragi said and waved his hand, motioning for Katsuki Bakugo to loosen his mouth.

"Hey——! You bunch of scum! Let go of me! Let go and watch as I take you trash—hmm!"

Before Bakugo Katsuki could finish speaking, his mouth was blocked again.

"It seems that he just has a bad temper. Really, it's rare for me to think that I can find a way to swell the faces of the heroes." Shigaraki said disappointedly.

"What, you mean instigating rebellion?" Oda took a sip of coffee and licked the water stains left on the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't you succeed in that kind of thing a long time ago, Hang."

The black-haired samurai put the empty coffee can on the table, sat upright and stared at the dead wood, put his left hand on the handle of the knife, his red eyes fixedly stared at the light blue-haired youth with a menacing smile, Watching his lazy attitude be replaced by seriousness, watching him turn his head to look at him with scarlet eyes, watching him stop the hand that was scratching his neck irritably.

"What are you talking about, Oda." There was more obvious and blatant malice in his eyes, as if as long as the answer was not satisfactory to him, the person in front of him would be punished like hell.

But Oda is not afraid of hell, on the contrary, he enjoys it.

"I said, should you return my memory? Hang on." He smiled without any anger or disgust, as if the memory being taken away was just a little joke among friends.

"If this continues, even you and I will be angry."

The black-haired warrior smiled, with a threatening killing intent in his smile. He looked at the young man in front of him coldly, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The cold and sharp malice spread in the house, the poisonous snake with the smell of blood walked on the floor, it bypassed people's legs, the cold and slippery body left a creepy touch, it spit out the snake letter, and looked at it in the dark Prey, ready to wait for an opportunity to move and kill with one blow.

"When did you find out? You won't be easily suspicious just because of Xiongying's little ghosts." Shigaraki asked unwillingly, obviously his plan would not go wrong.

"Don't you know how to repent now? Hang on." Oda suddenly smiled, pitiful and helpless, and his red eyes were full of mockery and pity.

"I knew it from the very beginning. That clumsy memory replica, that clumsy empathy technology, is as disgusting as carrion!"

"Then why! Why didn't you just--" Niigaragi was angry, everything he planned in meditation had already been seen through by the other party from the very beginning, and then he allowed himself to be teased by the other party, but he was still complacent like a child !

"Because I'm bored." Oda shrugged, restrained his momentum and leaned half on the bar counter. "It's so boring, so I can't help but want to play with you, a guy who dares to plot against me."

"I thought the Enemy Alliance would be a slightly more interesting place, but now it seems—" He shook his head, spread his hands, and said in a helpless tone.

"That's all."