Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

【I come from hell, I am going to heaven, and I am passing through the world. 】

"Here is... where?" Oda looked at the door panel that suddenly appeared in front of him, his outstretched hand, the hand that stretched towards the sea of ​​flames, suddenly touched the door panel, and in the next second, screams of resentment, hatred, and flame ghosts filled the sky. Disappeared and turned into a hidden retro courtyard in such a city.

His thinking stopped suddenly, and he could still hear AFO's unbelievable questioning just a second ago, he heard the man under the bite of the evil spirit beyond recognition, and he heard him questioning him hoarsely and angrily.

What is he asking?Oda no longer remembers.They are probably cursing me to die, cursing me to fall into Avici Hell, cursing me to perish forever, cursing me to die badly.

But what's the point?The samurai shook his head with a low smile.

The life, honor, and peace that are valued are all false lies to him. He looks directly at the evil in the world, the filth, and the death. , bring disaster, and then go away cursed.

But what's the point?

Nothing makes sense, nothing makes sense.

It was as meaningless as the blond hero who was shouting out his hand in the blinding fire.

It was as meaningless as half of the teenagers crying and praying for him in that tragic city.

It's as meaningless as the laughing young man who joins the feast of demons dancing in the hell of the demon carnival.

but why?Why did he stretch out his hand knowing that everything was meaningless, knowing that everything was just a joke, just an illusion of nothingness?

Oda looked down at his fingertips, the hand that held the knife all year round was covered with a thin layer of calluses, and the scars of the past were still faintly visible on the palm with protruding knuckles.Why do such ugly, blood-stained hands of a samurai stretch out uncontrollably?

I don’t know, the samurai moved his lips, wanted to speak but remained silent several times, rubbed his fingers several times to feel the vicissitudes of the decayed body but couldn’t stop his heart that was about to move, reveled in the fire several times, laughed and mocked Looking at the glory of the high gods, but couldn't help praying for the coming of the gods while trembling.

He stood in the sea of ​​flames, among the evil spirits, and among the ruins.

He stands in darkness, in self-interest, in nothingness.

The black-haired samurai stood there, watching the people in this world desperately struggling for their so-called beliefs. Some wanted to save him, some wanted to harm him, some wanted him to help, and some wanted him to be hostile.

It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't make sense.He sighed, with a bitter and ugly smile on the corner of his mouth, his fingers used to holding a knife trembled slightly.

Looking at these familiar or unfamiliar people, these people in this world, he suddenly felt that the distance between the world and the world was so far away, so far away that he, an undead, could only stand helplessly isolated on the ruins, so far away that his withered bones could only Looking tiredly at the young people burning with the fire of faith, so far away that he shed tears, he cried, he despaired, he stretched out his hand expectantly to touch the souls calling to him in the sea of ​​flames, but in the end he suddenly touched the door panel .

He stands here, in a clean and ordinary street, the smell of burnt smoke still remains on his body, the tears of despair remain in his eyes, the pounding heartbeat of longing remains in his heart, and the smoky smell on his waist still remains. The familiar eagerness of his sword remains.

He is out of tune with this peaceful and peaceful street in the battlefield.

But it's all over, whether it's AFO or All Might, whether it's Hokage or Shikaki, whether it's those amazing personalities or those dazzling beliefs, it's all over.

Oda looked at his hands, and suddenly understood the abrupt end. The absurdity of the world lies in the fact that when you dismiss this play, it tempts you to indulge in it, and when you finally immerse yourself in this wonderful play Suddenly, at the most exciting climax, when you are about to burst out with tears in your chest, it stops abruptly, allowing you to return to the cold theater.

Not reconciled.The black-haired samurai gritted his teeth, and blood dripped from his clenched fists onto the asphalt road.

"Why do you keep teasing me again and again?" the black-haired boy asked miserably.

Why should I enter here abruptly and then leave abruptly?Why let me be changed here abruptly and let me leave abruptly when I accept this change?

"What's the point of that?"

Don't know, don't understand, don't understand.

The absurdity of the world lies in the fact that whenever you think you grasp his law, his cause and effect, his law, he will reveal his chaotic nature to you, unable to understand and master, unable to follow and deviate from.

"Really." The black-haired warrior laughed at himself. "Isn't this the truth I understood a long time ago? Why are you still looking forward to it now?"

He laughed, his shoulders slumped, his back was oppressed and bent, his tall and straight back became tired, he became at a loss, and he became at a loss.

Oda pushes the door open, and the Japanese-style courtyard is quiet and natural. The wooden buildings and courtyard layout reveal Zen, rockery, sand and flowing water, and screen barriers.The peaceful environment is inclusive and comforting, smoothing out the anger and unwillingness of the samurai, leaving him exhausted and burnout.

"Brush—" He opened the paper door.

"Welcome." A young woman's voice came from inside the door.

A woman, wearing dark red and white camellias, was reclining on a wooden sofa, her long black hair was flowing down her body, and there was wisps of smoke in the delicate and small pipe.

"Long time no see, should I say welcome?" She chuckled, her eyes half-closed, and a charming smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

"You are..." Oda looked at this strange but inexplicably familiar woman, and intuitively felt that something in his mind opened a channel, and the memories of the past flooded in, and he finally sighed, sat on the ground and greeted the woman with a smile.

"Long time no see, Miss Yuko."

Yuko Ichihara, a witch of the dimension, opens a shop that can fulfill people's wishes, and receives different guests from all dimensions.

Once upon a time, the young Demon King stepped into this shop full of exhaustion, fear and ignorance.

"Is there anything bothering you?"

The witch spoke softly, inviting him with the mystery of insight and the danger of bewitching.

"I don't understand, I don't understand anything."

The young Demon King shook his head blankly, the smoke and scorching breath had not dissipated from him.

"Then perhaps I can help you understand."

"What about the price?"

"That will not be collected until you understand it." The witch smiled, leaving a wisp of mist as the pipe moved.

"Please rest assured that we will not make any rude demands."

The Demon King stared at her, his red eyes filled with confusion and doubt, indifferent emptiness and indifferent wandering.

calculating?Benefit?interest?

What's the point of those things?He doesn't understand human desires, nor the righteousness of human beings, let alone the so-called empathy of human beings.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want." He said indifferently, then took the apple handed by the witch, and brought his blurred and suppressed memory to that strange world.

Then he experienced the future enough to withstand the past.

"How? Now you may have an answer to your question?"

Sanada Shinzo looked up and looked at the smiling witch. With complete memory and complete emotion, he looked back at what happened, and a guess suddenly flashed in his heart.

"You... do you know my mother?"

A flash of surprise flashed across the witch's face, and then her sloppy smile resumed.

"Of course I know." She sat up straight, crossed her hands on her knees, the smoke from the pipe drifted, and he lowered his eyes, his tone became sad.

"She is a venerable prophet, born to see everything, born to see everything."

"But...fate really doesn't take pity on her. Being affectionate and loving will only make her sad and helpless forever."

Because of insight into everything, I know what kind of painful darkness my child will experience. Because of compassion, I shed tears for the evil ghosts who cannot cry. Because I know the cause and effect, I know that I am facing an established destiny that I cannot change.

Knowing everything clearly, she can't change it and can't change it, so the loving she can only end her fate in tears.

Sanada Nobuzo opened his mouth, choked up and swallowed what he didn't know what to say, and changed the subject abruptly.

"What is the price I have to pay?"

"Let me think about it." The witch also put away her sadness, restored her cunning, blinked her eyes and looked at Sanada Shinzo with a malicious smile.

"Well, for the price...I've been interested in things from several worlds recently, so why don't you run an errand for me? It's very simple."

Sanada Nobuzo was taken aback.

"Several...worlds? What are they?"

"Hmm... You will know for sure, don't worry, don't worry! Lord Demon King."

"Don't call me that, Miss Yuko." The black-haired boy scratched his face embarrassingly, "I'm no longer the devil king, just call me Sanada."

"Yes, Sanada."

The witch agreed with a smile, and then picked up the fruit plate on the side.

"Fresh fruit, do you want to try it?"

"Then I'll-"

The black-haired samurai smiled and stretched out his hand to take it, and then disappeared before the words were heard.

"Wu luck is prosperous, Sanada."

The witch took back the fruit plate with a smile, picked up a piece of apple and put it in her mouth. This shop, which was invisible to ordinary people, once again restored its tranquility and Zen, and the smoke filled the room again.

The author has something to say: Although it is late, I still updated it as agreed!

Just like that, my English part is officially over, the next volume... Wenhao and Monster Cat, let’s see which one I can come up with first qwq

It will be very busy when the school starts, I will update it every day after I finish saving the manuscript. During this period, I will make up the extra www of my English part from time to time and make up the other two fanarts according to my mood.

【I come from hell, I am going to heaven, and I am passing through the world. 】From Stendhal.

The sentence that is enough to resist the future of the past should come from Akado's "until my huge future smashes my huge past in Hellsing." 】

Emmm, this chapter has talked a lot about it. For example, the reason for Sanada Shinzo’s transmigration is Ichihara Yuko, and the loss of memory is also the reason for the transaction, so the memory given to him by Niigaragi is mapping rather than experience. Then, mother He is a prophet. He and Yuko knew each other (predicted) existence but never met or contacted each other. It can be said that Yuko's choice to help the devil was entrusted by his mother.

Demon King Oda’s incomprehension means that he does not understand the goodness of human nature, because he firmly believes and understands that everyone is for himself, but he feels confused when facing his mother’s tears. He doesn’t understand why she feels sorry for herself, and she doesn’t understand her pity Compassion and kindness made this devil, who was full of evil, feel puzzled, puzzled, and terrified.

And after experiencing My English World, he understands the emotional ties between people, understands the unwilling resistance, looks up to heaven from hell, and successfully wanders in the world.

Sanada Shinzo is finally back!I finally finished writing English!Happy to fly!

Finally, thank you little angels for your support and encouragement over the past month!It is really a very happy and lucky thing to be able to see the comments every day and see that my things are liked by others!

I will also work hard for the next story!

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