The sound of thumping and banging, under the silent snow, constantly resounded in the open space, and the sound continued, like a broken machine, constantly repeating a dull and monotonous note. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was a snowy day many years ago, and that snow, for decades, a silver-haired boy kept waving his sword in places that were not marked in detail on the map of the moon and night realm.

"What are you doing?" the barely impressed man's voice sounded behind him.

The boy was too lazy to deal with the owner of the voice, for him, what he was doing now was the only thing, as if the world was empty, even if there were more people passing by or talking to him, for him, it was just like the wind blowing the flowers and plants, it was something that did not need to be distracted at all.

The sword in his hand slammed into the huge hard object again and again, it was a large stone, with moss stuck to it, and a thick pile of snow on the top, which looked like a very old guy.

The irregularly shaped dent was on the front of the stone, and the boy swung the sword in his hand on it no longer knowing how many times, and each collision made a violent sound, sparks were struck, and every blow of the boy was very desperate, and countless knife marks were superimposed on each other, which was the reason for the dent.

I don't know how many times I slashed, but the sword in the boy's hand was a little dull.

"Strange boy, why did your sword cut this stone? I don't know how long later, when the boy's ears were filled with the sound of knives again, the sound was once again interjected, and the man had not left.

"It's all the more strange to see you chopping stones by a stranger," the boy felt irritated at the thought of the man who might have stayed there until the moment he finished chopping, "what do I do to you?" The harsh words came out of his mouth, and the boy did not look directly at the owner of the voice, he only hoped that the stranger would get away from him quickly.

"It's not a stranger, since you're here, it means you're one of my subordinates. The man didn't seem to care about the boy's tone, and continued to speak indifferently.

The sword in the boy's hand did not stop, and the man's words made it clear that he was his boss, that is, the head of the fourth regiment.

But for the boy, who his head is, what he looks like, what his name is, has nothing to do with him, there are so many people in the world, most of them are strangers, and they may not be able to meet in a lifetime, even if they meet, it is just a passing by, even the other party's appearance brain will remember for a second, for the boy, the world itself, he treats it as a stranger.

"What the hell are you trying to cut off?" the man continued.

Ah, it's so annoying, the boy can't help but think about it.

"Whoever stands in my way, I will cut them off. The boy spit out word by word, with a faint sense of ruthlessness.

"If you're like this, it doesn't seem like you'll be able to cut anything off. The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and the man spoke again.

"What did you say?" the man's words angered the boy a little, he stopped the sword in his hand, and when he turned around, the blade was pointed directly at the man's eyebrows, "You guy, what the hell do you want to say." He said this, completely ignoring the identity of the other party.

"It's like that rock, you keep cutting it, but it's just a small dent. The man was not angry, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no emotion in it, just an ordinary smile.

"I'm going to cut this stone absolutely open, and one day I'll cut it with one sword, and then there's something even harder," the boy said, glaring at the man, gritting his teeth, "including the world." ”

The man didn't care about the boy's fierce gaze, but looked directly at his pupils, the red pupils were unusually eye-catching, but above the red, there was a gray veil in the trance.

"People who don't have anything in your eyes and can't see anything, what can you cut off, or rather, what can you cut," the man's words were tattooed on the boy's heart, and for the boy, the other party was unceremoniously denying everything about himself, "Don't talk about the world, even if it's a person, there are many that you can never cut off."

"You say something weird, you say I can't cut anything?" the boy grew emotional, and he couldn't help but slash at the upset face in front of him, "No kidding!" he suddenly roared at the other man.

"I'm going to have to cut off everything that's on my head," cried the boy, "whatever it is!"

The man's hand moved to the hilt of the knife at his waist, and under the boy's puzzled gaze, he spoke.

"Then do you want to try it, try to cut my sword," said the man, "don't you say that you can cut through everything, including the world, do you want to try it, whether what you say is true, or is it a daydream." ”

If it were ordinary, the boy would not be moved by a sentence or two from others, because there was no need at all, everyone in his opinion, all of them were "things", and flowers, plants, insects, beasts, and even soil, sand and gravel, all the same, there was only one point of distinction, directly ignored, or to be cut off, that's all.

He has nothing left, the world wants to abandon him, so he deprives him of everything, leaving only the empty house, there is still the last person who can tie his soul in a corner, that is the only one in the world that belongs to him, he only needs to protect him from being taken away by any foreign objects, for this reason, he does not hesitate to freeze his heart, clench his sword, and cut everything that stands in the way in front of him!

It doesn't matter whether this man is laughing at him or denying him, the boy is already convinced in his heart that this man is here to block him, and with that sarcastic language, then there is only one thing left for him to do.

Like everything else in front of you, it's enough to draw a knife and slash it!

"Bastard!" the boy's brow furrowed with vicious words, and anger appeared on his face without suppression, he clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, and rushed towards the man, leaping up, swinging the knife, and slashing down.

The man stood still, as if the boy could not pose a threat to him, even if it was a knife slash, it was only to the extent that the wind blew on his cheeks. And this reaction made the boy's anger increase a little, and the strength of the sword couldn't help but increase a lot.

A flash of silver.

As the sword fell, the boy's body also landed behind the man, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, the boy couldn't help but turn around again, get up, swing the sword, and slash a second at the man's back.

"Are you fooling me, don't even draw a knife!" the boy's angry voice echoed around.

Ignoring any worries, ignoring the identity of the other party, and even less about the consequences that his attack would cause to the other party, the boy swung his sword without hesitation under the domination of anger.

This time, however, he didn't even reach the man's cloak.

"It's not that I didn't draw my sword, it's you, it's too slow, slow is not a sword swing at all. ”

The boy watched in amazement that his knife had broken at some point.

Was it cut off by a man? The boy thought in horror, but he didn't see the man move at all, so his first knife didn't hit the human hand at all, is it really as the man said, he was too slow, and he couldn't even see the other party's action of drawing and retracting the knife?

"Originally, there was some interest and curiosity, but now it seems that it is just a childish child," the man did not look at the boy again, as if the boy did not pay attention to him at first, it was a sign of no interest, he turned his back to the boy and gradually left, in the snow, "not even swinging a sword, just like a child playing a game, there is nothing in your sword." ”

Leaving behind such words, the man walked all the way away, and his pace did not slow down for a moment.

"What is this, damn it!" cried out the boy unwillingly, throwing the useless broken knife in his hand on the snow.

This is the first encounter between Rhine and Wind, in the heavy snow that lasted for many years, in that long campaign, at that time, Rhine was still the boy who put on a cold mask for himself, and he couldn't even fit the world in his eyes, let alone a person, and Winder was not familiar with Rhine, he just knew that there was a strange boy among his subordinates, unlike other knights, who survived every battle, everyone would celebrate it, in that era of war, everyone gathered together to celebrate, in a short and safe time, it was the only thing that could ease the tension, but whenever this time, only that special boy, silently leaving, as if living in a different world from others, or looking at the night sky alone, or holding a sword, constantly repeating the slash.

At that time, neither of them thought that they would intersect again, the rhythm of life was still the same as before, Rhein lived in a world where there was no one, Wende's short contact with himself that day was just a dream that would soon be forgotten, and Wende did not take the initiative to approach the cold boy again, there were too many people under him, and he would not have special contact for an ordinary person.

Towards the end of the war, the main battle force led by Wende suffered heavy casualties, there were few personnel left, and the garrison was silent at some point, and snow fell from the sky.

"Is there something you're looking for me?" That day, Winder stood in the open space not far from the station, looking into the distance with his sword, and there was nothing in the empty distance, and the silver-white horizon was separated by a few dead branches and trees, and the world seemed to be barren.

The boy on the side clenched his fists tightly, his body was wrapped in a large number of bandages, his face was bloodless, the sword in his hand was also broken off, he gritted his teeth, his shoulders trembled, as if he was suppressing something.

"Why don't you speak?" Winder continued, not looking at him, "Is there something hard to talk about?"

Ah, of course it's hard to speak, Rhine had such a thought in his mind.

But he trembled for a moment, but he still said it, slurping, and his words were full of unwillingness.

"Teach me how to get stronger. As he said this, the crimson on his cheeks flashed.

"I'm not a school teacher, take off this armor on my body, but I'm just a ronin who learns swords, why do you want me to seek the art of becoming stronger?"

"I admit it, your swordsmanship is very good, if you don't use a sword I won't look for you," Rhine said, "I almost died in the last encounter," he paused for a moment, the memory of almost losing his life made him feel a burst of anger in his heart, "I don't allow myself to die so easily, now and in the future, I have to be stronger." ”

As he spoke, his clenched hand loosened again, "But now, I can't even cut through the enemy's encirclement." ”

"You were a teenager at that time, didn't I say, now you have a lot of things that you can't cut. ”

"If you don't teach a word, you're really verbose. Rhein glared at the man next to him, his gaze sharp.

"This is not the attitude of begging people," Wen smiled bitterly, and then said seriously, "I don't know how to make a person stronger, I can only teach you how to swing a sword, who makes you swing that stone when you swing a sword, I am also a person who wields a sword." ”