Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

Sanada Shinzo opened his eyes from the darkness.

In front of him was the dim and ambiguous lights of the bar, the old musty smell of the wooden floor, and the sound of alcohol and ice colliding.

He was tired, although he had just woken up from a deep sleep and his mind was not sharp.

He dragged his heavy steps, bowed his body, slowly moved to the bar with his knife in his arms, and sat in the corner with a blank expression, leaning against the wall.

"Are you awake?" Black Mist wiped the glass, then handed him a glass of ice water.

"Hmm..." Sanada Shinzo took the glass slowly, took a sip of the ice water, then held the glass with one hand, staring at the ice cubes in the glass.

He saw the ambiguous yellow light cast an unknown color on the water, the light reflected sporadically on the water surface, the ice cubes undulated up and down, and the water surface was wrinkled.

The warm palm pressed against the cold glass wall, the ice cubes slowly melted, and a greasy mist appeared in the palm, and the cold air flowed into the forearm and blood vessels along the palm.

He thought for a while and shook the water glass.

The ice cubes in the glass collided with the glass, making a crisp noise.

He thought for a while, then swung the water glass in the opposite direction.

The ice cubes in the glass made a different crisp noise.

He shook back and forth a few times, and then felt bored, so he put down the water glass and continued to hold the knife in a daze.

His palms are wet, he thought.

Nowhere to dry off.

What had he dreamed just now, he recalled.

Can not remember.

What to do today, he thought.

do not know.

The two people in the bar liked the quiet feeling, the sense of security brought by mechanical repetition, without surprises or exceptions, without fun or fear.

Then the doorbell rang, and the dead handle wooden hanger walked in irritably, clutching his neck.

"Good afternoon, Sigangmu." Heiwu greeted and handed him water.

"Yeah." Nekugaraki responded casually, and then sat next to Sanada Shinzo.

"It's so early today." He asked.

"Hmm..." Sanada Shinzo looked away from the water glass, "It's okay." He was silent for a while, as if thinking about something with his rusty memory.

He felt something was different, he thought, staring at Shikumagi's hand.

Beautiful hands, with protruding knuckles, thin bones, and pale, chapped skin.

Nice hands, he thought.

To cut him down, from below the wrist bone, the cut must be smooth, and cut while he is resting on the table.

The feeling of slightly bending the fingers, the feeling of peace, the feeling of relaxation.

Will the bleeding stain him?

You won't know until you try it.

Want to try it?

forget it.

"I seem to like your hands a little bit." Sanada Shinzo frowned.

"Huh?" Niigaragi looked sideways at the troubled black-haired boy.

"It's beautiful," he struggles to find a way to put it, "makes me want to chop him off."

"Ha——" Sigangmu sneered, "You are really bold, do you want to die?" He said this, and stretched out those beautiful hands like playing.

Dead Karaki's hand was enlarged in front of his eyes, from the fingertips to the palm to the wrist bone, the cold and pale cracked skin was brewing cruel and sweet flowers, like flowers and water coming through the darkness.

So beautiful, Sanada Shinzo thought, staring at the hand that looked like death, while letting him hold his fragile throat.

Shigaraki's fingers rubbed his throat, and the rough fingertips made the skin feel a little tingling, but Sanada Shinzo didn't struggle, didn't resist, and never felt fear or anxiety.

He felt a little strange.

The fragile throat is controlled, life depends on the interests of others, vague shadows are cast by ambiguous lights, the touch of the skin is amplified, and the alcohol has a sweet taste.

The smell of death and blood fascinated him.

Like a plague, the high temperature ignites the cage of reason and turns into fly ash, the hot brain is attracted by deadly threats, and the soul is dragged down by the body and becomes obsessed with immorality and evil.

He saw Dead Handwood's mouth open and close.

He heard his eyes lose their light.

He smelled the beating of the heart clearly and vividly.

He felt reassured, relaxed, and liberated.

He saw himself lying on the boat, with the sword on the side, surrounded by black flowing water slowly passing by, and he felt that he was buried by flowers.

Sanada Shinzo saw beautiful red eyes.

so beautiful.he thought.

Want to goug him out.

So he reached out and stroked that eye.

"Sanada!" Someone shouted in his ear.

Sanada Shinzo stroked slowly, he felt the hands on his neck tightened, his breathing was blocked, his hypoxic brain hallucinated, and the pleasure of suffocation made him addicted.

In front of my eyes are gorgeous flowers, dark water, illusion and intuition.

In a trance, he came to the Buddhist Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

In a trance, he saw that Christ, our Lord, loves the world.

In a trance, he felt his soul leap back to the idea.

"What are you doing, what a disgusting look." Niigaragi suddenly let go of his hand, and angrily knocked down the hand that was caressing in front of his eyes.

As the oxygen returned, Sanada Shinzo was panting slightly.

He came back from the other shore, he fell back to hell from the pure land, and returned to endure from salvation.

Sanada Shinzo sighed, he was tired, both physically and spiritually.

He turned around with difficulty and stared at the water glass on the table. The water flowed on the glass wall and piled up in circles on the table.

He looked at the heaving and falling of the remaining ice, and thought of the hunched back of the dead wood.

"I seem to be sick." He finally spoke.

"Huh?" Shikuragi looked over, "Then it's better to die of illness."

"Okay." Sanada Shinzo replied easily.

The high temperature boiled thinking, and chaos filled the mind.

He can only see pure evil, pure beauty, pure brokenness.

He heard the murmur of the emerging universe.

The author has something to say: the fanwai ovo that came to mind when playing outside is completely self-indulgent, so it may not be sweet qwq

This is the setting of Berserker's Sanada Shinzo (bu) in the enemy alliance.

In the state of being instigated by Buzhan to go astray, regretting the wrong path and being powerless and tired, he wants to get relief through death, but he doesn't want to simply die, but hopes for "salvation".

In the middle of the death (???) I found that being killed by Shikuraki seemed very good, like a relief, showing a saved expression made Shikuragi feel sick, so let him go and let him struggle in hell again.

In the end, he said "it seems to be sick" implying that he has become obsessed with evil and dead Karaki.

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I racked my brains and couldn't write cookies, but this kind is easy to catch (???)

I still like cookies qwq