What is a sword?

He asked himself more than once, and he came up with answers that were always a little different, but in the end, these answers always came all the way.

Swords are loved.

He loved the sword, so he was proud.

He loved the sword, so he was humble.

Ye Ran sat on the tram, without any thoughts in his mind, the whole person was still empty, and his bright eyes were closed by his eyes, not revealing the slightest edge.

He was always concerned about Master Mandarin's affairs, and after expelling most of the B-rank demon dreams in the town for the Nase family, he made this request to Izumi Nase, because Ye Ran's actions were a little satisfied, and Izumi Nase just smiled slightly and agreed to Ye Ran's request.

The train was fast, but his breathing was slow, and he breathed long and long, as if he wanted to replace all the gases in his body at once.

Bite.

The tram clanged, Ye Ran opened his eyes, carried the green mold in the cloth bag in his hand, and walked out of the tram.

Transferred trains and bought a ticket to Master Mandarin.

When he got on the train, he was in a calm mood.

What should come will come, and there is no need to be alarmed.

He was the only one in the whole carriage, and for a moment he almost thought he was boarding a ghost train.

He waited.

Then the train arrived at its destination and stopped.

Getting out of the car, he looked at the scene in front of him in silence.

The old station, the squeaky sound of the car plate that had been blown by the gap wind and almost fell, was what he saw with his eyes.

It's a barren place.

His sword heart fluctuated slightly, I have to say that Master Mandarin's scenery was really extremely unexpected to him, looking at it from afar, this original place of residence still saw the scene in his memory, but there was an extra sense of corrosion that had passed through a hundred years.

The whole village was extremely quiet, except for the whining of the sea breeze.

The sea laps against the embankment of the shoreline, and the sound is so crisp and pleasant.

For a moment, he almost thought he was in the wrong place.

Raising his steps and stepping onto the road that turned into sand, Ye Ran walked towards this inexplicable mandarin master.

The road was exactly the same as he remembered, and he walked straight down the road to the old apartment that Mihae and her father had rented.

The apartment has been almost corroded, and all metal structures are in a dying state, which will collapse decisively at the slightest external force, especially the rusty staircase, which will not be strange to break in the next moment.

The sword qi quietly swirled in his body, and Ye Ran stepped on this almost corroded apartment, and every step did not even stir up dust.

Standing in front of the door, it was a covered house, and Ye Ran was a little stunned for a while.

What if you see Mihae's bones?

He thought he was going to be sad.

But what kind of emotion is sadness? Is it the same as sadness? It seemed like he hadn't tasted this emotion for a long, long time.

He pushed the door gently and entered.

There was no creaking, and the door opened quietly.

Then Ye Ran walked in.

The entrance is still a vaguely familiar structure.

He went in again.

Amazed.

When I looked up, there was one thing on the tabletop, on the tatami mats, on the windows, on the walls, and on the cabinets.

Desperate pen written, name.

Ye Ran

Ye Ran

Ye Ran

Ye Ran

…

The seemingly endless names made Ye Ran completely stunned, the poignancy revealed in the winding handwriting made Ye Ran's sword heart fluctuate, although he had never seen this handwriting, but he could know the owner of this handwriting.

Mihai.

For the first time, Ye Ran's breathing was a little disordered.

What the hell happened?

Why would Mihae use such a desperate handwriting to trace his name, is he crying for help?!

His gaze turned to the tabletop, where there was a box.

Walk over to the table and look at the box.

It's the box when Mikai gave him the sword fruit, and it should have something given to Mikai by Mihae's mother.

Picking it up, Ye Ran opened the box.

Inside was an envelope and a book, a book that made Ye Ran dream before, an anonymous book.

But at this moment, Ye Ran didn't pay attention to the book, just picked up the envelope, the top of the envelope was blank, Ye Ran picked it with his fingertips, and opened the envelope.

Then silence.

There is only one line on the letter, written in Japanese, the handwriting is not very correct, and the pen is even more crooked, but from it, you can see something.

Because it says.

Help me.

Whew... The rotten tatami mats under Ye Ran's feet suddenly tore apart in unison, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the swept sword qi spread in the room, constantly cutting everything that Ye Ran was subjected to.

After a while, the diffuse sword qi gradually subsided, Ye Ran raised his head, closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already endlessly indifferent, looked around, searched, and Ye Ran did not find anything useful.

Turning around, Ye Ran's figure flickered, and he kept breaking in and out of various houses that had been uninhabited for a long time.

Clues, clues.

Ye Ran needed clues, what was going on in this place, he needed these clues.

But unfortunately, he didn't find anything else.

His figure still lingers, like a ghost, moving through this small fishing village.

It wasn't until the body stumbled, the whole person rolled on the ground several times, and crashed into a cloud of garbage, that it stopped.

After stopping, Ye Ran realized that unconsciously, the sword qi in his body had been consumed, and the time had gradually entered dusk.

He was silent.

Then he lay on the ground, his eyes facing the gradually yellowing sky.

He patted himself and climbed up, walked to the embankment by the sea, jumped on the rock, and looked down.

No.

As far as the eye can see, there is still nothing, and even the sea village Xilusheng, who was faintly visible in the past, is nowhere to be seen.

He remained silent, then returned to Mimi's house and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He's waiting.

Waiting for that day to come.

He picked up the book, probably because the book had taken too long, and the sword intent on it that was supposed to be terrifying had disappeared, leaving a piece of simplicity.

He opened the book, and on the first page, there was only a simple sword, and he slashed towards Lu.

But he stared at it for a long time, then covered it with the book and closed his eyes.

With his right hand and the finger of the sword, he stopped in the air and could not go down half an inch.

He withdrew his hand.

Then I continued to open the book, and I put it back on again, but I still couldn't draw it.

Ye Ran repeated, repeating these actions over and over again.

Two months have gradually passed, Ye Ran has never wielded this sword, his life is becoming more and more boring and simple, just go out to the beach every day to catch a few fish, after solving the stomach, he returned to Meihai's house and continued to practice.

Then, change crept in.

On this day, Ye Ran was still pranayama with his eyes closed.

Then, the whole person's consciousness was suddenly pulled apart, and then.

Disruption of consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, it was still a wooden ceiling, and the familiar back was busy with him, he was silent, and then even more silent.

……

PS: I worked overtime all night at night, and there should only be one shift.