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The floor of the cherry blossoms, the ladder of the cherry blossoms, the cherry blossoms bloom.

The surrounding paving is all drama and atmosphere.

Only seven points like Yakumo purple and three points like blue can be deserved.

With the unique warmth of a smile in her eyes and a knife charm ghost, Melissa stood quietly on the steps of the White Jade Tower.

Marisa blinked, and pushed one finger on the edge of the hat, and the eyes were slightly misty: Mom, it's really you......

Melissa was dressed in an elegant lilac kimono, and she was stunned to wear it, not to attack the charm of the White Jade Tower.

I haven't seen you for six years, and you've become pretty.

Marisa felt so beautiful that she was going to lose her mind, perhaps, that was ...... What her future looks like.

The Hakurei shrine maiden on the side did not speak.

The beauty of Melissa and the shrine maidens of the first generation is a different type of beauty.

Even if some things are decayed, even if heaven and man are separated forever, but, contained in the pupil, looking at the daughter.

It is unchanging—love.

……

The Witch of Hakurei walked past Melissa, for only the White Jade Tower was her battlefield.

There was no hindrance, no words.

Just because.

Humans and ghosts, swords, magicians, and swords to charm ghosts.

Marisa and Melissa.

Even so, the cherry blossoms are scattered and the petals are flying between the two sides.

But nothing can be hidden, and the pupils of both sides reflect only each other's figures.

A mother who once died, a mother who became a ghost, a mother who returned to the world, a mother who had no freedom......

Marisa.

Biting her lip, Marisa, she stepped forward, one step, two steps, three steps.

Sighing, Melissa, walk down the steps, first, two, three.

Until.

The distance of five steps is also the distance that can draw the sword the most and the distance that can use the palm sword.

Here you are, my mother...... Who is it that killed you?

Marisa, I'm sorry.

Melissa, although she understands that Usami Renzi has bad intentions and even bad taste.

But in order to watch a good show, Melissa was allowed to move freely.

It's autumn at this time.

Usa saw that Lianzi was in order to give - six years have not seen, the most beautiful meeting of mother and daughter.

As soon as the spiritual power was released, the withered cherry blossom trees around the white jade tower bloomed.

- For the sake of this play, the mother and daughter kill each other, this is a wonderful play.

Melissa's fingers picked up the cherry blossom petals around her.

Gently twisting is also a gentle refusal.

In this world, there is only a thin line between right and wrong, I can't say it, it's just ...... I don't say.

What is my father's real job, yes, I didn't expect me to say that.

……

Melissa's subtle stiffness.

Marisa is seen in the eyes.

I know it's definitely not so simple, how can someone's dad and some monsters mature this virtuous and say, when I'm stupid, why did my mother die...... Maybe it has something to do with my dad's job, right?

Marisa, who hated Daddy Misty Rain because he didn't have time to return.

Marisa, who was sent to Rinnosuke because of Melissa's death.

Marisa, because she hates loneliness and loneliness, has also searched for the truth.

With excellent insight, she tried to find the murderer, but found out.

- The Misty Rain Group is no ordinary human organization.

- Father Fog and Rain, not just an ordinary father.

Although the actual answer, Marisa has not found out.

He won't say what he does, naturally...... Mom, you won't say that you are all stubborn like this—I won't ask!, but I know that there is always a fire in his heart, and he must want the truth......

Yes.

The real answer, Marisa hasn't found yet.

But it doesn't prevent Marisa from being able to understand Daddy Fog and Rain, who is not very good at father-daughter communication.

Understand how much fire is burning inside him.

Melissa, sighed.

But I can feel the deep emotions from it.

Marisa, Rentaro will respect my decision.

Even if my dad avenged his mother one day - accidentally broke his bones and accidentally died?

…… That's my man, don't underestimate him.

I'm not a child anymore! I'm your daughter too, don't underestimate me!

Marisa gritted her teeth, her magic boiling and stirring.

The blonde hair looks golden because of the excitement.

You don't tell me anything, and I don't want to lose anything......

There is the one who has been lost - Mom.

There's something you can't lose—Dad.

There is something that you don't want to lose again – everything you want to catch yourself.

Regardless of men and women, in the face of principles, there must be things that cannot be compromised, and this is the way of fog and rain.

Marisa and Melissa are both foggy and rainy.

The heart has its own way of fog and rain.

Moment.

At Marisa's feet, the fallen cherry blossom petals are scattered around the center of the circle!

Originally, it was necessary to use the elastic explosion of the magic power of the feet, but with the speed and power of the impact of a comet, it turned into a drawn sword, Blazingstar, a comet sword.

Nothing is without distance, without speed.

So.

Marisa gained experience from the duel of the Red Mist Mutation, absorbed experience, and finally turned into nourishment to give back to herself.

Instead of drawing the sword with the speed of the explosion, the action of drawing the sword is turned into the speed of the explosion.

The magic strengthens the sheath of the broom, turning it into the barrel base of the cannon, and the joints of the body are protected by elastic magic.

Boost, speed, and turn the sword that can only be used with the speed of running into a sword that can be drawn with the speed of direct explosion.

Then, use my sword......

The sword light broke free from the sheath, that is, gradually approaching the speed of milliseconds!

It wasn't a sword that was pulled out, it was like a light that shone through the underworld!

Sungrazer – The Sun-Skimming Comet Sword.

-- Ask for the answer.

The sword was like the pride of the sun.

Even a ghost can surpass a sword!

……

Turned into a ghost, turned into a hand knife charm ghost, for the sword like the sun, more sensitive than any species.

What's more, Melissa has the skill of the guilty bag hand knife, and swinging the knife vigorously with her eyes is a basic skill.

- It's impossible not to see this sword.

Melissa, however, didn't move.

Because.

A sword that is faster than drawing a sword at the speed of God...... It's long since it was unsheathed.

It was, a knife in the hand – a gentle knife.

Unsheathed knives.

──！

Marisa's sword drew and slowed down.

It's not so much slowing down as soft-heartedness, and once the heart is soft, the hand holding the sword is no longer firm.

Because I thought of a lot of counterattacks, but I didn't think of ...... Why Melissa didn't fight back.

Then.

Melissa didn't have an unsheathed knife.

Because, the hand knife - a gentle knife.

It's just that there is no knife.

Marisa's sword is soft in heart and hand, and even the head is weak.

The sword that was originally stabbed to the throat was, just, just, just......

- Pierced Melissa's shoulder, and didn't even have time to force it to stop.

After piercing, it even swiped to the side.

Blood that was not like blood flowed from Marisa's sword.

Melissa with the uninjured shoulder, the other hand.

Holds Marisa's sword.

Marisa, you really want to kill me......

I...... No.

Marisa, however, let go of the sword in her hand as if she had been stabbed in her wrist.

Even the heart in the chest was clenched like an invisible big hand.

Yes, the hand knife – a gentle one.

Melissa didn't go with the knife.

It's because he didn't make a sword, so he let Marisa draw his sword.

With no resistance, he made full use of Marisa's psychology.

Pierced in the shoulder by Marisa, with words and gentleness with heart, turned into a knife out of the sheath

My daughter, at last, is going to kill me.

I...... No!

Marisa bit her lip, and a red streak of blood flowed from her lips called pain.

That's not accountability, it's gentleness.

When Melissa's gentleness turns into a knife that hurts Marisa.

Marisa's gaze no longer dared to touch Melissa's face.

Her palms couldn't stop shaking.

Her knees had already collapsed to the ground.

Melissa stretched out her palm and tossed the witch's black-pointed hat aside.

With the bloody palm of the inhuman, he pointed at Marisa, who was slumped on the ground.

Melissa rubbed her long bright blonde hair.

Don't feel guilty, Marisa...... You have to kill me.

Fang Cai's sword pierced through his shoulder.

Unable to restrain the sword from moving sideways, he naturally pulled the kimono aside.

I'm dead after all.

What is it......

Marisa's horizon.

Melissa - seven points like Yakumo purple, three points like blue, such the most beautiful woman.

In order to be good at life, such a natural body is biased towards straight legs and rounded buttocks.

The beauty of women in the East does not lie in plumpness.

Rather, it is a firm, crispy, firm pepper with exquisite proportions that are intoxicating to play with.

Presented in the eye, in the horizon and in the horizon.

It's her, the kimono room that is stretched apart.

Pale bulge like a dead man.

A miserable white bulge that has lost its blood.

The central line is embedded with a wooden peg.

This is the wooden nail of the Westward Wanderer......

West, Westbound Demon ......

Marisa had seen it in Pache Teau's collection.

That's, youkai Sakura, the extremely vicious Sakura demon.

The twigs turned into wooden spikes that pierced Melissa's heart.

Yes, I who was transformed into a ghost, not a human me, the wooden nails of the Westward Demon will continue to hurt my soul, but also keep my soul in this world, and my charm also comes from the demonic power of the Westward Demon.

Don't say it......

Marisa clasped her ears in her hands.

But.

Melissa's voice passed.

Well, that's right – I can't reincarnate anymore.

Life is a helpless reality.

Such a reality should give people hope in life.

But.

Melissa's request.

If it is our responsibility for our parents to give birth to you, then it is your responsibility to say goodbye to your parents for the last time.

…… Kill me, Marisa.

-- It's not cruel anymore.

– It's too cruel.

Such cruel words.

It's from Melissa to Marisa, for these six years to make amends.

I understand, you're not like Rentaro, who has a lot of stories in life...... Marisa you are a stubborn word throughout your life, but this is too dangerous, in order to prevent you from interfering in the future.

- Even if I cut off one of your hands, I would do it.

You have to grow, you have to be strong, you have to ...... Kill me.

This contact is inherited, received, explained, and carried.

Marisa...... Maybe you'll grow up to be a great adult.

Melissa, Hearn.

I have expectations for Marisa.