Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

always remember.

And again and again and again and again.

You will live forever.

"Then why does it do such a thing? Why does it want to harm people?" The lady frowned.

"Maybe I want to protect you." Sanada Shinzo said.

"Guardian?" The young lady asked in amazement, "How is it possible! Killing my mother and Mr. Asakura, you can still say that you are protecting me by doing such a thing?! Stop joking!"

"But Madam wants to keep Miss in the house all the time, and Miss has always been unwilling, right?"

The young lady nodded, "But I never wanted to have a mother...to have a mother like this."

"I know. But it doesn't think so."

"What's the meaning?"

"Long protection will distort people's hearts, miss." The samurai explained with a smile.

"Every day, every day, I watch you grow up, watch you laugh and watch you cry. It originally just wanted to look at you, but after watching it for a long time, it will have empathy, and it can't see things clearly."

It's like he has been watching his mother, watching her long-term sorrow, so it is difficult to put others in his eyes.

"It sees your resentment, sees your disgust, so it eradicates the things that make you sad for you."

The young lady opened her mouth wide, "So it killed my mother?"

The samurai nodded, "It doesn't want you to leave, so anyone who might take you away must also be eradicated."

"Mr. Asakura..." the lady murmured.

"It's ridiculous, did it just go crazy like this? All these tragedies are caused by this?" The lady suddenly sneered, "Everything is for me? Such a nonsensical reason?"

Ah Bai clenched his hands tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, and the pain made his body tremble.

"It's ridiculous, are there such ridiculous things everywhere in this world?!"

"That's right." The drug seller said suddenly.

"Everything in this world is caused by entangled feelings, isn't it?"

Revenge because of resentment, cry because of sorrow, protect because of love.

All choices are brought about by emotions, and people are just dolls controlled by their own emotions.

"But...does it have to be like this?" Tears rolled down from the girl's eyes.

"It must be."

As the drug seller said, the ghost face of the demon sword in his hand closed his bloody mouth.

"'Reason' has appeared."

Brilliant colors come from all directions, and the strange textures make people unable to open their eyes.

The medicine seller pulled out the demon-repelling sword, and he completely changed his appearance.

White hair, brown skin, black eyes, red pupils.

The weird and coquettish lines on the clothes shifted and deformed, and the huge eyes behind her closed.

Sanada Shinzo suddenly remembered the other party's self-introduction before.

"I'm just a drug seller."

Those who sell medicine, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?

The samurai smiled bitterly, watching the changed drug seller pointing at the black monster like a wizard, watching the sharp blade break from the center of the monster's body, watching the black mist disperse around.

He heard high-pitched dog barking, one after another of sadness and despair, and incomparable anger and resentment.

A strong wind blew up, and the doors and windows around were whistling, and those complicated barks were finally suppressed by the whistling wind, and finally scattered away and disappeared.

"ended."

Sanada Shinzo opened his eyes, the drug seller had returned to his original appearance, and the flamboyant-looking demon-repelling sword had also returned to its sheath.

Is it really over?Is it all over?Sanada Nobuzo couldn't believe it.

"Is everything over?" The lady also trembled and asked in disbelief.

"The monster has been eliminated, and everything is over."

The pharmacist replied, and started packing everything back into his medicine chest.

"Thank you, really thank you."

The young lady bowed to the drug seller in thanks with tears in her eyes. The woman's drooping neck was soft and gentle.

Sanada knew that it was all over for her, that the oppression she had fought so far, the suffering she had protested against, all the bondage that had weighed on her was over.

She is free.

There is no rules and regulations of the ancient demeanor, no love entanglements of infatuation and hatred, and no changes between the past and the present.

There is no longer the old house, the barren courtyard, and the overgrown paths.

No more dead bodies that could die silently in the weeds at any moment.

"Thank you, Mr. Samurai." The lady also thanked Sanada Shinzo.

"Thank you for being with me all the time, really, thank you very much." The lady smiled, wiped away her tears and raised her head to look at the samurai.

"Do you want to stay? If you want, the Fujiwara family has your room anytime."

"Whether it's doing business or studying, this is a good place."

Sanada Shinzo looked at the lady, the woman who had unburdened herself had no worries, and her words were full of thoughts about tomorrow.

But he couldn't stop, the burden on the samurai hadn't been unloaded yet, and he still had to move on to search.

To find those answers, the stories and emotions behind those complicated eyes, the influence of those words that linger in your ears for a long time and never disappear.

He still has a lot to learn, he has to walk more roads, and meet more people.

He will continue to hold his sword and walk without guidance all the way with his name.

"Sorry, miss, I can't stop yet." The samurai smiled softly.

"Ah, it's okay."

The young lady shook her head, bowed again to the warrior and the drug seller, turned around and ran outside, towards the blindingly bright sunlight outside.

"Mr. Warrior—" A woman's drawn voice came from afar.

"There's something I've always wanted to tell you."

Sanada Nobuzo heard some voices.

"Actually, I've always wanted you to stay since the first time we met—"

The sound disappeared.

Sanada Shinzo still stood where he was, looking at the sunlight outside the house and thinking blankly.

It was over, everything he had experienced here—those secret emotions and shameful secrets, those private purposes that were hidden in the hearts of those involved in every possible way.

Everything so complicated finally ended today—under the drug seller's demon-repelling sword.

But there was still something wrong, and the samurai couldn't get the answer after thinking hard.

"Is it really okay to let her go like this?"

"The monsters have been eliminated, it's all over."

Is it really over?Sanada Nobuzo looked at the drug seller who was packing up his things, and he couldn't agree.

"What about that thing? That thing staring at me, won't it hurt Missy?"

The pharmacist stopped packing the box, "It's gone."

"It's gone? What do you mean? Is it dead?"

"No, it's just gone." The pharmacist rubbed his forehead, "Maybe it died, maybe it dissipated, maybe it left—in short, it's gone."

"It doesn't have your mind on it anymore."

"but--"

"No but." The drug seller's tone was harsh and unquestionable. "If it's gone, there's nothing I can do about it."

Sanada Nobuzo was silent, he stared at the silent movement of the drug seller, and he spoke for a long time.

"You haven't seen anything like this before, have you?"

The drug seller stiffened, and the samurai knew he had guessed right.

"What is going on, I must know about it."

"I don't know." The drug seller said bitterly, "I've never seen a monster give up its goal."

"As you know, whether it is a monster or a monster, in the final analysis, it is just an abnormality caused by strong emotions. Because I can't let go of the concern in my heart, I can't let go of the obsession in my heart, so I was imprisoned hard, and I had to do it again and again. To seek, to seek, to lose one's senses."

"They won't let go, at least until I kill them. They won't let go until they achieve their goals."

"But it gave up, didn't it?" Sanada Shinzo asked, "There was only that one entanglement, and then it gave up on me, left and disappeared—why?"

The medicine seller didn't answer, just shook his head silently, picked up his medicine box, and walked across the bright sunlight outside the Samurai Chao's house.

"Why? For, what?"

Sanada Nobuzo did not stop him, he could only hear the sporadic words of the drug seller melting in the sunlight.

why?The samurai thought hard but felt nothing but impotent anger.

He should know, Sanada Shinzo felt that answer was on his lips, right in front of his eyes.

What he should be aware of, all of this—the end of it all, the beginning of it all.

Miss, that tree, that barren yard overgrown with weeds.

"I hope you can stay—"

The lady's last words suddenly flashed in the warrior's mind.

"Abai!"

The samurai shouted and rushed out of the house, rushing towards the mansion isolated from the crowd in the blinding sunlight.

The mansion where everything begins and everything ends.

"Did you know it would end like this?"

The drug seller stood outside Fujiwara's house, looking at the towering tree and asking the samurai beside him.

"No, I do not know."

Sanada Shinzo looked at the big tree, that unusually tall and lush tree.

The branches break through the roof and grow upwards, using the whole house as a paint for the roots.It keeps growing upwards, expanding outwards, breaking through the courtyard, and letting the branches and leaves cover most of the town.

The tree was so familiar that Sanada could easily recognize it as the tree that nearly killed him.

He remembered how deluded he had felt, how he had lost his mind and control.He remembered how the rhizomes snaked up his fingers, how they grew along his veins in his body.

He remembered how his skin had become parched and cracked inch by inch, rough as tree bark.

He remembered how he had put his consciousness to sleep in the dark void, assimilated without knowing it.

"What's that?" the samurai stared at the strange tree and asked the drug seller.

"You know that, don't you? You've always known."

Yes, he knew, Sanada Shinzo knew that he knew.

He should have known.

"That's Miss, Abai."

"That's Mrs. Denghe."

"That's Fujiwara house."

That is the soul of all the women bound here.

The memories of all the women who were born and raised in this mansion.

Those who love it, those who maintain it, those who hate it, are weary of it.

One by one, it records all their words and deeds, every frown and smile, and reproduces them one by one like a slide show.

Good, bad, young, old.

I remember the mansion, I remember everything.

"They are long dead," said the warrior.

"They have been remembered."

The author has something to say: ... The end of the monster cat orz doesn't know why the ending was planned early in the morning but has been delayed until now orz is really sorry.

This is the end of the story of Sanada Shinzo. Although the beginning of the writing was immature and the middle process was bumpy, I am still quite satisfied with the ending?

There will be pitfalls in the overall structure, because I planned to write a lot later but did not write orz

The story of the monster cat chapter is one I like very much =w=, Miss is also my favorite character.How should I put it, although I am not very satisfied, but I still like the structure of the story, the final ending and the secrets of each party. I hope that I can write such a story that I like in the future√

Thank you for your support all the way (bow) I am really ashamed to finish it in a hurry, but recently I have climbed other walls, and my interest in Japanese manga has gradually decreased. Maybe I can regain my passion in a few months and pick up the pen again to continue writing stories. .