"Puff~"

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

The beating of the heart, one after another, was like a war drum before the battle.

Knocking on and knocking, the warrior's heart, little by little, tightened tightly.

Crowded, oppressed, contracted.

Until, the blood full of blood, suddenly boiled.

Kazama raised his feathers, hit a fierce spirit, and suddenly came back to his senses.

I tried not to look at the ghostly strange flowers.

Inside, there seems to be a voice that is constantly shouting, go over and look, go over and look......

It's like, something, whispering.

It's like, an extreme temptation, which makes people sink.

However, it was rejected.

After all, it was clearly admonished.

After all, the top priority, and even more important, is the safety of your companions.

Yes...... Unconsciously, I used this word, I don't know, what does the other party think of himself...... Passers-by who meet in the water? Or, the oil bottle that had to help? Or, a bastard with a bad heart who deserves to be thrown away as bat feed, but in the end he is still a bastard who was saved by himself because of his soft heart?

No, it doesn't matter which one it is, right...... There are so-called, only now, nowadays, they are companions who must support each other.

Yes, whether it is a companion or not, insufficient has become the standard of companions, in fact, it is very simple, it is not how long you need to know each other, not how long you need to get along, and it is not the smile on the surface, shouting and asking for warmth...... Rather, stand by your side at a critical time, when others need you, when your own interests and even your life may be dragged down, and at the same time, you will be at the same time, by his/her side, that person...... Such a person, we can indeed call it, a companion.

Life.

The corners of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile, Kazama Takeha tried to get up, gently, helped the woman to the side, and lay down flat.

"O fire of passion, obey my wishes, and manifest in the world with your rebellious soul - fireball technique!"

The left hand, slightly poked out, and between the soft chanting, a firelight, "stabbed" the ground, rushed out.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a fireball the size of a head, and burned "hulala".

The blazing firelight, jumping gently, reflected the surroundings brightly.

The darkness faded swiftly, along with that, the strange unnamed flower.

Only in the darkness in the distance, there was still a faint fluorescence, beating slightly.

It's like a ghost fire.

As if he had finally put his mind at ease, Kazama Shoha breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, bow your head.

In front of my eyes, it was the unusually white face.

It's so white that it's almost melting.

Just like the snow in winter, at the moment when the morning sun rises, it finally begins to show its fragile nature.

The misty eyes, trembling slightly, seemed to be enduring great pain.

Even with the slender eyebrows, they frowned slightly.

Just like now, Kazama is raising feathers.

His eyebrows tightened, and he quickly looked towards the woman.

One, two, three, four......

Nine scars, nine shocking.

It's like "cruelty" with a capital letter, inscribed on the porcelain called "skin".

People couldn't help but stretch out their hands like this, gently, towards the red.

Then, retract like an electric shock.

Shaking his head violently, Kazama quickly looked around left and right, as if looking for something.

But no.

Nothing, nothing.

In the empty cave, there are only scattered rubble, scattered randomly around the rock wall, with the jump of the firelight, dancing, demonic strange shadows.

With a helpless sigh, Kazama lowered his head again, glanced at his dirty robe, and then shook his head quickly.

His eyes were distracted, but his eyes lit up.

Slowly reach out your hand, and then, twitch gently.

The strap, which had been torn apart by the attack, was pulled out like this, gently.

Revealing a section of snow-white lotus root arms.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a chuckle, and Kazama leaned over, but suddenly paused.

Because, he saw it.

See, the thing that is entrenched in that part of the lotus root.

"Ahh

Subconsciously, I jumped up.

Then, he took a few sharp steps back.

As soon as his feet slipped, Kazama almost fell from the waterfall at the entrance.

Standing firm in fright, but a pair of silver eyes stared at the lotus arm for a moment.

Staring at it, it seemed to be wriggling, strange scales.

It's like, some kind of reptilian, body.

Slender, cold, carrying, an evil posture cursed by all myths.

Is that...... Snake?

No, rather, snake-scales, to be exact...... Tattoo?

Although, it's still weird, although it's still cold, Kazama Yangyu still sees clearly, the existence that scares him a little bit.

It wasn't a real snake, but, like a snake, a tattoo.

There is no head and no tail.

Only, the lifelike scales, as if wriggling, terrifying and penetrating.

With a hint, indescribable, weird.

The long, sinuous body began where the left arm had been covered by the band, and extended to the bottom of the collarbone, and finally submerged into the straps on the chest, disappearing.

Taking a deep breath, Kazama struggled to force himself to calm down.

Tattoos or something...... It's understandable that girls have a bit of personality......

Thinking like this, Kazama took a step by step, returned to the woman's side, and then sat down on his knees.

Leaning over, the strange scales became clearer.

At that moment, Kazama Yang Yu noticed that the existence like snake scales turned out to be, one by one, a butterfly?

Yes, butterflies.

Fine, delicate, with a faint shimmering scale.

It seems that it will flutter its wings at any time.

One by one, one by one, in an orderly manner, arranged together, as if there was a great migration going on, as if it were guiding something, leading to a place that no mortal should touch.

And this is the convergence of hundreds of butterflies, turning into that section, a strange snake body.

The cold snake scales that shone slightly, but they were exactly that, the most beautiful fluorescent.

Slightly, shaking his head, Kazama Rising no longer looked closely, trying to free his mind from the strange and beautiful snake.

At this time, you should really respect the privacy of the other party, and you should not see anything at all.

Concentrating on the wound is what your companion should do.

With a slight movement of his mind, a stream of water quickly slipped in through the curtain at the door.

It's like a little water snake, bobbing its head and tail, cruising through the air.

Then, all of a sudden, he pounced on the bright red, wound.

Roll quickly.

"Woo ......"

As if from the pain caused by the wound being washed, the woman groaned slightly.

Frightened, Kazama raised his feathers, and his heart trembled violently.

The water snake, which was originally happily rolling, splashed and scattered with a "whoosh".

Only one bloody wound remained, clear and bleak.

Can't bear to watch closely, Kazama quickly bandaged it.

Although the left hand can only be operated with one hand due to the maintenance of the fireball technique, it can barely tie the dead knot with the teeth.

Water snakes, one after the other, bandages, one after the other.

From the left arm, to the palm, from the ankle, to the knee.

The wounds are shocking again and again.

Fine beads of sweat, little by little, poured out from the forehead, making the vision begin to blur.

But Kazama Yangyu, but he still looked preoccupied, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would make the other party hurt.

One, two, three......

Same operation, same care.

It wasn't until that moment that Kazama didn't understand why this cold-looking and conservative-looking guy would choose bandages, a strange costume that can be regarded as extremely hot in a sense.

Because, not only the left arm, but even the right leg, which was completely exposed by the bandage, also entrenched in the strange snake...... It started at the ankle and extended to the base of the thigh, submerging into the ununcovered strap.

And what about the rest of the place, the rest of the places covered by the straps?

Already, there's no need to guess, even if you don't have to snoop, the truth is revealed as a matter of course.

It's just that such a truth is nothing more than the mystery of another mystery.

Kazama Yang Yu smiled slightly bitterly, no longer entangled in other people's stories.

What should be known, will be known after all, and what should not be known, even if it is forced, it is only self-inflicted.

So, sometimes, being quiet and doing yourself is the greatest achievement......

The shocking wound bandaging was finally coming to an end after nearly an hour of tossing and turning in Kazama.

Eight wounds, eight bandages.

And the one that is still exposed to the air, the one that is placed in the end, the difficult task, is......

The gaze slowly wandered away and fell on, above the slightly undulating chest.

There, a shocking wound, and in this way, impartially, the bandage that was wrapped around it was torn into a small gap.

Revealing a patch, slightly raised, skin.

For a moment, it seemed that even the air had become turbid.

In the chaotic light, there was a sudden mixture of a few hints of pink, making Kazama's vision even more blurry.

Something in the throat began to burn.

Forcefully, swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Swimming against the current, it was like a burning and dry.

Fiercely, he shook his head, Kazama raised his feathers, and took a few deep breaths.

Then, his eyes widened suddenly, and he slowly approached with a deathly expression.

The skin is still as white as mutton fat, but it reveals a touch, an unusually bleak color, which makes Kazama Yangyu's flustered heart unconsciously calm down.

With a little sadness, with a little heartache.

With a slight sigh, a water snake quickly shot over, and then rolled slightly.

Perhaps because of some itching, the woman's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly trembled slightly.

A red cloud, silently, climbed up, making the pale cheeks slightly stained with a trace of blood.

But Kazama didn't have the heart to pay attention to any of this, because he was now struggling with a problem.

Is it to bury your face in a place that can never be forgiven and bandage it with your teeth and your right hand? Or give up the fireball spell and complete a mission in the name of darkness that could also be defined as a crime?

Survival, or death, that's a question.

Light, or darkness, that's the same question.

And the so-called choice is to find out your own answer in such a confusion.

So, Kazama found out.

Like all two-dimensional protagonists.

He chose, greedy.

It's like shouting words like "It's good if everyone lives together" when someone has to sacrifice when it's clear that someone has to sacrifice, Kazama Shoha chooses to carry out this in the light, this is an impossible task.

With the right hand, quickly drumming, the strap is passed through the shoulder and armpit.

Layer by layer, carefully covering the wound in the middle.

Then, hold one end tightly.

At the same time, the middle and ring fingers of his left hand reached out and clamped the other end of the strap.

Then, pump tightly.

That's it!

Just do it again and you're done!

Happiness and joy made Kazama raise his feathers and instantly speed up.

At the same time, it also accelerated, GG......

Flame.

Red flames.

In an instant, galloping.

It's like dry wood meets fire......

No, there's only fire, just a raging fire.

Faintly, it was reflected in the eyes of Kazama's feathers.

Along with it, the scorched ...... in that moment Bandage......