"Words and ......"

Yan Yin lay unconscious on the white bed by the window in the infirmary.

Barlow sat in a chair beside the bed with his head in his hands, Nas with his head down and his back against the wall, wondering what he was thinking.

"Recurrence of injury?" Nas looked up and asked suddenly.

"Judging by the injury, it is true, but it is more like ......" Barlow paused, still not saying the next sentence.

"Grief-stricken." Nas continued.

"No, it's anger." Barlow hung his head and shook his head, and continued, "He can't be grief for a girl who hasn't seen each other for long. ”

"Really? Or are you really sure? Nas asked rhetorically.

Barlow jerked to his feet, scratched his head hard, and walked out, Nas sighed, glanced at the still sleeping Yanyin, and followed.

"How I wish it was me who stood in the way of the tongue of death." Barlow waited until Nas came out, then gently closed the door to the infirmary, and he said lightly.

"Then you're going to die."

"How can you possibly understand my feelings!"

"As the leader of the squad, I definitely don't want any of the members to have an accident."

"Huh...... Team? ”

"Since the headmaster has taken the initiative to register our squad with the 'Hunters', then it is impossible for us to disband before we graduate from the secondary military academy!"

"Okay, so tell me, what's the use of this bullshit 'Inquisitor' squad right now?"

"Take back your words, you're also part of the squad."

"Yes, no problem, then you, no, it's you, please use the team to cure our member Yanyin!"

"You ......"

"Huh...... I? ”

"Good, good! Do you know about purple moongrass? ”

"I know, a mysterious female professor who named herself 'Zihuang Yue' found it, and it can ...... Wait! What are you doing! ”

"No, what you're supposed to ask is what we're going to do!"

"No, absolutely not!" The headmaster suddenly appeared, and in an extremely serious tone, instantly interrupted the conversation between the two of them.

"Even if I go to pick it, it's more than lucky, and that's definitely not something you can think of."

"I ...... I agree," said the infirmary, the door of the infirmary, leaning against the wall, as if he could fall down at any moment.

"Yanyin, your behavior in the 'Verdict' today is a little strange, please explain." The headmaster's eyes froze, and at this moment he looked like an inquisitor was interrogating his criminal.

"I don't know...... It's just that the pain in my chest is too ...... Uncomfortable...... Moreover...... I didn't think of it either...... The friend I just made would be like this......" Yan Yin covered his chest with his right hand, and he spat out the words with difficulty, even as if he were spitting out.

"That's a good explanation, then you take care of your injuries, I guess you'll have to lie down for at least a semester, Barlow, help him back to the dormitory to recuperate." The headmaster's expression relaxed, and then he walked away.

"Come" Barlow handed over his shoulders and let Yan Yin hold him.

Yan Yin shook his head and walked away slowly step by step alone, but under the sunset, a boy walked like an old man.

Before the flowers bloom beautifully, they are about to wither.

For the rest of the year, he spent nearly the rest of the semester in his dorm.

The sky obscured by the biological barrier was cloudless, but the snowflakes slowly drifted down in the air, one by one, like small white flowers falling slowly in the air, remembering and remembering some unforgettable past.

Yan Yin was wearing thick black clothes, a black scarf, and he was dressed in black, but he was jokingly told by Barlow that he was wearing mourning clothes, but Yan Yin only replied lightly.

"There are some people who deserve my life to remember them with mourning clothes."

A white "little flower" fell on his hair, today is the first time he has come out after his injury, he is the only one in the academy, and he is only allowed to live in the academy alone during this holiday, except for the occasional principal who comes to the school, he is a robot, today he feels a little stuffy and panicked, so he walked out by himself.

The snow seems to be falling heavier and heavier, and the weather forecast is indeed accurate, after all, they are in control of the weather.

The small white flowers bloomed on Yan Yin's black hair, and quickly withered again, and suddenly his handful of hair began to slowly turn white from the roots to the ends, and soon his full black hair turned into a head of white hair.

He suddenly felt a force in his body that had not appeared for a long time.

"Golden Eyes・Darken"

The golden pupils instantly replaced his black pupils, and he felt how kind the snow around him was.

He caught a snowflake with his fingers, and instead of landing on the glove, the flakes were suspended on the tips of his fingers and slowly swirled.

The unwillingness and sadness in my heart were instantly washed away by the joy at this time.

He took off the glove of his right hand, raised his right hand and grabbed it in the void, and the snow in the air seemed to be pulled by invisible gravity, forming a huge snowball in front of him, and then his right hand clenched into a fist.

"Ice."

The snowball instantly shrunk to the size of a fist and turned into a ball of ice hockey.

"Wind."

The air flow began to rotate rapidly around the puck, turning into a wind blade around the puck.

"Ray."

Stripes of blue thunder appeared on the puck with arcs bouncing on it.

He smiled slightly.

"Darken!"

Suddenly, the puck, the wind blade, and the arc seemed to be stopped by time for a few seconds, and then suddenly began to change violently.

The aura of darkness completely enveloped all three in an instant

"Damn, people have a bad memory when they're old, I thought I brought that document back," the principal complained with a pat on the head in a freshly driven car outside the school gate.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he quickly opened the school gate and drove into the school.

He walked to where Yan Yin was, and at this time Yan Yin was facing him, looking at the sky with his hands behind his back.

"Yanyin, your hair ......" The headmaster was taken aback.

Yan Yin shook his head, and then continued to look at the sky, as if thinking about something.

The headmaster was stunned for a moment, then walked away consciously.

A black ice hockey ball in the right hand behind Yanyin is suspended, the purple pattern on it is bright and dark, and the purple arc is beating, even if you will be fascinated by its beauty at a glance, but its danger will only be known by Yanyin.

It only lasted for a moment, and the darkness disappeared, leaving only the original color of the Wind and Thunder Ice.

And "darkening" can no longer be released.

The puck shattered, and Yan Yin fell to his knees, but a fiery blood-colored flower bloomed under the ground in front of him.