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After the death of the master Yanagibei Eijuro, many things no longer matter to Yamato Ichisuke. What a big green mountain, what a black mask, just floating clouds. He was originally a helpless orphan, and now, at most, he has only returned to the starting point.

But the man known as the Snow Dog is more or less an exception.

The middle-aged man was thinking about such a thing, and not far away, another man was talking.

"Come on, kill me......"

"The entire Black Mask is yours."

The handsome young man from the black mask had his arms outstretched, and he held the black knife between his fingers, hanging upside down on the ground.

"Black Kamen?!"

"Stay and bury you."

Yamato's face was expressionless, his right arm was bent back at the elbow, his left arm was straight forward, and the tip of his middle finger was exactly at the tip of the knife, cutting across a large area directly in front of him.

This action made him look like he was pulling the spring for the pistol, and the skin of his left arm retracted to the hilt little by little with the blade, and the middle-aged man in Edgeworthai slowly closed his eyes, and a line of black hair slipped through the scattered extension between his eyebrows, adding a sense of uninhibited and loneliness.

……

When he was fifteen years old, Yamato Kazusuke once suffered a serious illness that almost killed him. I can't remember the reason for my illness for so many years, but in that dream, which was confused, hot, and cold, Yamato met the man named Snow Dog for the first time.

Whether it was schizophrenia or not, Yamato Kazusuke didn't know, and in the winter of that year, he accompanied the snow dog for a long distance.

At that time, the road was leisurely and long, and the snow dogs, who were also young people, stood in the mountains and rivers of the snowy fields, looking at the frozen dilapidated villages in the distance, where Yamato Ichisuke and the snow dogs were born, and there were men and women who sat peacefully and calmly in the courtyard after a day of heavy physical labor and looked into the distance.

After so many years, the memories have been covered layer by layer, like snow falling in the sky, covering everything in silver. At that time, Yamato Ichisuke had long forgotten the dilapidated village, and the faces of the old couple who seemed to be serene and seemed to be ferocious in their vague memory.

But all this, Snow Dog remembers.

He lived in this wasteland, day after day, watching over the ruins.

That year's snow dog had clear eyes and was as silent as an iceberg on his back.

Many years have passed, and people have changed and changed, but in the arms of Yamato Kazusuke, the snow dog who always shows people with a pair of chatter and viciousness in front of people has been sitting on the cold snow cliff from beginning to end, silently watching the silent young man in the distance in the orange sunset.

Yamato Kazusuke sat beside him, drifting by in the distance of cooking smoke and trivial gossip, he smelled the dry smell of grass and wood smoke in the air, but there was an inexplicable bitterness in his mouth.

When the glimmer of light shone into his eyes, Yamato Ichisuke opened his eyes in a daze, and he saw that it was the gentle elder brother, sitting on the edge of his bed, and sending a white spoon with potions and syrup to his mouth little by little.

Of course, this was also many years ago.

And when the leaves in the treetops turned yellow and green, the snow dogs would occasionally come out of the snow and watch the men and women walking around with swords under the dilapidated dojo of Edgeworth.

Perhaps in the depths of Snow Dog's impression, there is not much portrayal of this dilapidated gym, and all his memories are left in that ice.

But there was an old man, with a dry body and a skin on his face that looked like a windswept hill, which the snow dog recognized.

From the first meeting, the old man's silent and unsmiling eyes were impressive. He would sit beside him, leaning against the porch and silently looking out at the verdant mountains in the distance, like those homeless children, much to the sadness of Snow Dog, who thought they were sympathetic to each other.

For the way of the sword, Snow Dog knows that he has never been as talented as Yamato Ichisuke.

The old man had said that unintentionally.

In this way, the silent old man knew a lot of things, including his relationship with Yamato Ichisuke.

But since then, the old man never talked about this, and Yamato Ichisuke didn't talk about it, so the days passed like this.

Yamato liked the dilapidated nature of the gym, while the snow dog was concerned about the ice field, although sometimes, Yamato would invite the snow dog to the gym to 'live' for two days, but more often, the snow dog was still alone, standing quietly on the cold stones of the snow mountain, refusing to leave.

It's not a deep feeling, at most it's a little bit of an intersection of years. Griffith killed Snow Dog with a knife, and Yamato Ichisuke still wanted to say something for Snow Dog after all, for the sake of that few feelings.

Yamato Kazusuke slowly opened his eyes, and there was an abnormal flush in his cornea, like the western sky that had been rendered in the evening.

The long knife trembled in the middle of the night, and the hot wind swirled from the tip of the knife, forming a pale white tornado around the blade.

"Then use the long knife in your hand to tell the story."

The tip of the knife pointed directly at Griffith, and the blade and eyes of Yamato Ichisuke's long knife were connected in a line.

"Zero-

A horn of the tooth process!! ”

The light shimmered like stars in the dim night, and the cold brightness cut through the curtain and cut a white line.

The black knife stood at the end of the light, like a solid wall, and the tiny light shone silently on the black wall.

Griffith swung his high-tech black knife vigorously, and between the shadows of the knife, the white line was like a bamboo.

The figures staggered, the knife in the big demon's hand raised weakly, he turned his head to look at the man behind him with both hands together, straight forward with his back to him, his pale lips moved subconsciously.

"So fast."

Blood flowed, and a wound in the heart area of the chest erupted, piercing the front and back of the body.

The whole body shook weakly, and Griffith slowly knelt down on one knee with his knife on the ground.

The corners of the big demon's mouth were tightly pursed, but between the teeth and the lip line, there was already bright red blood, seeping out drop by drop.

"Hah, just a human ......"

……

All the machines in the world that can move on their own, he needs engines, they are the source of energy. Cars and buses running on the streets, generators for power generation, pumps for pumping water......

The human body is the same, a large part of the reason why people are still exercising is because the engine in your body, that is, your heart, is still beating normally.

Among the humans Griffith has seen so far, only the elder on the Genma side, Mr. Chalunkun, uses his unique dango ability to paste the hole in the heart after being pierced like a Band-Aid, and then fights people to the death as if nothing happened.

Others, who were pierced through the heart, were given death notices.

The same is true of Griffiths at this time, his heart is pierced by a corner of the tooth like light, and the power of his whole body is gradually flowing away with the small gap, and his body is like an empty shell, and it is difficult to be as thick and flexible as before.

Yamato's move is obviously similar to Griffith's 'Mystery and Two-Way Void Thought', which is the ultimate killer move forcibly stimulated by a large amount of overdrawn body.

Zero - a corner of the tooth process, although because of the knowledge, the pattern is not as grand and bold as the two-way void thought, but it is also full of power.

Therefore, after Yamato Ichisuke made this move, his body was also stiffening. His flesh was not as good as Griffith's body, which had been modified by Douglas's original substance, and the load generated by forcibly urging the killing move at this time was more destructive to Yamato.

The heart was like a punctured balloon, and the blood was bursting out of the broken gap, getting weaker and weaker.

The man with a blood line hanging from the corner of his mouth subconsciously touched the puncture on his chest, he looked down, and his breathing paused here.

Is this the end of it?!

His Royal Highness the young regiment commander turned his head to look at the stiff back behind him, his face was swollen red from blood loss, his eyes gradually blurred, but in vain, he laughed out loud without knowing the so-called 'hehe'. Griffith slowly pulled out his knife and slowly stood up with the hilt.

"Good knife technique......

It's just a little lighter. ”

Yamato Ichisuke, whose body had eased a little from the huge load, looked at the young man behind him in surprise, and the wind and rain of the chaotic river blew his hair obliquely at this time, sticking to his face. The man looked up, his eyes shining wildly through the gaps in his black hair.

"Just a wound, how to make me fall!"

"Too light, too light, too light......," he muttered repeatedly, his voice like it was about to melt into the wind.

And the wind and rain of this time rushed again with the man's murmuring, and thousands of raindrops fell between the two, forming a hazy and hazy thousands of rain lines.

Griffith's figure swayed in the rain and mist, and where the rain splashed over the lake, blisters of crystal clear water held up small umbrellas in the dark night.

The demon's wet clothes and hair were flung to the side of his body in the storm, and the blood on his chest blurred and stained his upper body red, and the body from the high-level quadrant finally showed his strong vitality at this time.

The picture began to shake in the wind, the long black knife was lying between the wind and rain, everything around it was desperately deviating to one side, the north wind was raging, and the middle of the lake was rippling. The demon's body and the knife in his hand were the only things that were as steady as Mount Tai in all of them.

"It's over......

Yamato-kun. ”

……

Hundreds of kilometers away from the center of Rongcheng City, the suburbs with yellow vegetation and few people.

Zhenshui Yanyi took dozens of elites and experts and engineers from the Daqingshan headquarters to go through a long journey. They had seriously misestimated the strength of the Black Mask before, and they simply walked when they found that they couldn't win it.

The head of the black mask obviously didn't have the habit of letting people blow up the headquarters and retreat calmly, and Miss Masui led everyone to retreat to the suburbs overnight, but she was still followed by the man.

"I don't know what to do, since I'm in a hurry to die, Miss Zhenshui, let's give him a ride."