The fish struggled on the tip of the pole, oozing blood. [.

The pupils of the blood pupil contracted suddenly. He saw it......

Just a moment ago, the fish just jumped out of the water, which was a normal action. But suddenly a current splashed up in the waves, pushing it towards the fishing rod...... Is it a coincidence, or something else?

The blood pupil couldn't be sure, but one thing was undoubted, the fish had been put on a fishing rod.

Looking at the fish that was still struggling, the face of the blood pupil sank. Raise your head and gaze on the magnificent sea.

It's just one fish, but how many more fish are there under this ocean? Are all the fish swimming in zìyóu, happily jumping out of the sea? This is just the simplest, most instinctive movement for them. But who knows if there will be a sudden splash of water at the moment they leap out of the sea?

Fishing is not fishing.

It's fate.

The blood pupils suddenly shivered in the depths of his heart, and he felt an incomparably cold.

Destiny!!

This was not the first time he had come across this term, he had heard it more than once from the refugees of the last days, from his own suzerain, from the mouth of Rhea. To this end, he constantly honed himself, training with hellish intensity. Just to gain the strength to control his fate, he gradually became stronger. His **, jīng god, will, experience, and even instinct have all grown from a small ant to a powerful meteorite-star warrior through repeated training.

Blood Pupil had thought more than once that he could change his fate. Take your destiny into your hands. But it wasn't until today, when he saw the fish on the rod, that he realized that he was still a fish waiting to jump out of the water.

Perhaps, he is only stronger than the average fish......

"Are you ......" Blood Hitomi asked with difficulty as she felt her throat a little hoarse. Who is it? ”

"Me?" The old fisherman shook his rod and threw the fish on his spines into the water. He replied like a dream. "Can't you see that I'm a fisherman?"

"But you can fish." The blood pupil said something stupid.

Of course fishermen can fish. But fishermen don't fish. If this sentence had been placed before, Blood Pupil must have thought that his head had been pumped. But after watching the scene just now, he knew that his head had been pumped even if he hadn't been beaten.

Fishermen can fish. But he will not decide fate. It is even more impossible to catch a fish with a rod without a fishing line.

Even if that fish is a stupid fish.

So Blood Pupil could only stand silently behind the fisherman, watching him stretch the rod out to the surface again.

The waves were rough, and a ** sea cháo surged towards the reef with a thunderous sound. The old fisherman waited quietly, his wrinkled face covered with the vicissitudes of time.

He was waiting, waiting for the next fish to leap out of the water. He has been waiting for a long time and has waited for the results. But he still has to wait, because this is fate, it is the fate of the fish, and it is also his ......

Time passed little by little, and on this vast coast, both the Blood Pupil and the old fisherman seemed to have lost interest in talking. Behind them, nearly a hundred exclusive warriors and Robbie and others stood silently. It's like a group of wood carvings and clay sculptures.

The sun has gone down and the sun has risen......

Day after day.

The blood pupils didn't move, and neither did the old fisherman. They stood on this reef, watching the cháo rise and fall, listening to the sound of the sea. A fishy sea breeze blew across their faces. Brushed up their hair. Unconsciously, the blood pupil felt that his body no longer existed, and the life that had plagued him burned away from him, and his body stiffened, and he no longer felt it. In the cool sea breeze, it was as if he had only his soul left. For the first time, I saw this world from the perspective of a third person.

At his feet, there was a vast ocean, endless waves. He and the old fisherman stood on the reef by the sea, as small as ants. The gaze was enlarged again, and the blood pupils expanded from the ocean to the entire dynasty, and tiny figures were seen. Some of these figures are farmers, some are officials, and some are students and Meiji. They were busy with their own work, the farmers were farming, the officials were doing things, and the students were studying hard......

Everyone has their own mission, and it is constantly going on, and maybe for them this is called life. But in the eyes of the blood pupil, he clearly saw inexplicable trajectories.

There are countless intersections of this trajectory, countless futures. But it's about everyone's life. Or the parties are not aware of the existence of the trajectory, but they still follow the trajectory. There are no exceptions......

The field of vision zoomed in again, and the blood pupil saw the ocean again, and saw countless fish, which also had trajectories.

In magnification, I saw the whole planet, and the trajectory was also all over the place.

The universe is full of trajectories.

Zoom in again......

A sharp pain hit the sea, waking him up. The blood pupil was surprised to find that his whole body was soaked with sweat, and a little blood oozed from his temples. A ** dizziness flooded into his mind, making him feel sad and want to vomit.

When you look up again, the fisherman is still a fisherman, and the sea is still the sea. Where else is there a trajectory? The only thing that is, a fisherman who is not covered, a hard, smooth reef, and ...... A fishing rod without a fishing line......

The blood pupil finally understood that the reason why the fish jumped out of the water was not because of how active it was, but because it wanted to see its own trajectory. Because for it, the ocean is its world, but what about outside this world? It wants to see the scene beyond the world, why not want to break free from fate?

It's just that it doesn't know the way, and no matter how hard it tries, there will still be an invisible trail behind its tail. But that doesn't prevent it from choosing, as it does. It's a fish's struggle.

The struggle of a small man.

Suddenly, Blood Pupil thought of Lestero's chessboard again. His pawns may be confined to his own realm, just like this fish. In his life, he will never think of anything outside his own world. Because this is the fate of the chess piece, and to get rid of such a fate, it will be worn on a fishing rod.

However, why did you fight at the beginning, so that a chess piece would jump off the chessboard?

Blood Pupil suddenly thought of this scene, and her heart twitched violently. When you look up again, you feel the presence of your body again......

It hurts, all over the body, **jīng god, there is no place that does not hurt, and there is no place that does not hurt. But Blood Pupil's heart was excited, because he finally found an answer. A question that had plagued him for a long time and never came to fruition.

Can fate be changed?

Can a piece jump off the board?

He jerked his head up and looked at the old fisherman beside him.

"Master Boya!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? The old fisherman opened his faint eyes and asked in a daze. He really looked like an old confused old man.

But the blood pupil didn't talk to him, but waved his hand suddenly. The blade of his palm swept like a knife over the old fisherman's neck.

The next moment, the old fisherman's head flew up from his neck and tumbled into the sky.

"It's time to wake up...... This nightmare! ”

The blood pupil said in a deep voice, with a bright gaze flashing in his eyes!