A little......

Let's go back to the earlier days.

Between a bastard father and a sensible son, if there is anything to say to each other, it will definitely not be the father who starts.

Minamoto does have a lot to say to Uesugi Echi.

The identity of "father" is not simply an extension of blood relationship.

It's a life, a companionship, built up through countless memories.

Young people are well aware of ......

The so-called son's love for his father does not exist in his own heart.

Raised with his brother in an ordinary family in the countryside, the middle-aged man who raised them is said to be a gangster, and may be more like his father than Uesugi Koshi.

"If it weren't for Mr. Shun, I might not have known for the rest of my life that there are other relatives alive in this world......"

"Father, sister...... I don't know much about you, and I might even say that I am a stranger. ”

"It's not your fault, father."

"Without your blood, I couldn't have been born into this world."

Holding a mechanical scabbard in her hand, walking on the street that was no longer empty, Gen Zhinu said to the man beside her.

The man is still dressed as a ramen chef.

It's just that his waist is straight, and his eyes are deep under the white turban that wraps his hair, as if there is a black vortex coiled in them. Only by noticing these eyes can you realize that he is actually a very noticeable person, like an old wolf entrenched in the forest, whose weather-beaten fur cannot hide his former bravery.

"I ...... At least want to do something for you. ”

He said to the young woman, his voice was dull, with the bitterness peculiar to middle-aged men.

The source girl couldn't help but be silent.

After a while, he replied sullenly, "Actually, I don't need you to do too much...... Father. ”

After he finished saying this, the outsider saw that it might feel like a father-son relationship between a grandfather and a granddaughter, and fell silent again.

Gen Zhinu is a man without a father.

Uesugi is also a man without a father.

This is perhaps the biggest common denominator between their father and son.

"I'm an old man who doesn't know anything......"

"But if you want this old bone to cut people, it can still help you a little."

Speaking again, Uesugi Yue's voice sounded inexplicably humble.

After decades of incognito, he has learned something that the "humble" "emperor" does not have.

But now he is not just an old father who is at a loss, and something more intense is pushing his footsteps to move forward with the source child.

The feeling of "apology" was like a bucket of accelerant, poured his heart.

His mother, Sister Charlotte, had no other family, and it was unimaginable for a woman who was alone at a young age to have a child. She had no choice but to hide the fact that she had a child from the church, so Uesugi entered the church's nursery as an abandoned baby.

He grew up in a church school, and he used to go to church to pray just to see his mother more.

But he couldn't tell anyone about their relationship, he could only secretly call her mom behind his back like the other children in the orphanage, and spend every lonely night like this.

That's why he can understand the source child.

There are no parents, only his brother accompanies him, and the two grow up together.

But even if it is such a life, in the end, it cannot escape the fate of being played with. Ordinary people can't imagine what kind of despair it is, they are manipulated by some invisible palm to commit an incleanable crime, and in the end, they can't let their brother kill their brother with their own hands and bury everything.

The story that Yuan Zhinu told him was almost like some kind of ...... A mockery of Uesugi Yue's life.

"The man who made you the way you are...... You shouldn't live in this world. ”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt anger rising in his chest.

A pair of eyes were as bright as flames, and as cold as a beastmaster.

Uesugi clenched his fists, and the muscles on his powerful arms rose up. The power of inhumanity is contained in it, full of the most primitive violence, and shocking people's hearts.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, compared to the young girl who looks white and pure, and is more beautiful than many girls, Uesugi Yue at this time is more in line with the meaning of the word "emperor".

But Uesugi knows better than anyone how weak he is.

Hate will not become permanent torture, because hate will always come to an end one day.

But [love] will.

Because of his stupidity, he personally promoted a vicious war, and once loved his mother so much, that he cursed him with his life to eternal purgatory......

He still lives on the day he learns of his mother's death, and he endures a torture that will never end.

For this reason, he chose to escape, spent his whole life on escape, anesthetized the guilt in his heart with a humble life, and let aging and hatred punish him.

To this day, the "past" catches up with him.

Gen Zhinu told him that there was a battle that he wanted to witness as a "father", and that there were some damned people who needed his strength to give them a little help.

- There is no escape.

Uesugi knew he couldn't refuse the request.

If he hadn't seen Minamoto and Eri Uesugi, Uesugi Yue, who had been a ramen chef for decades, might still be able to think about escaping.

But now, Uesugi only wants to know who used his genes to shape the three children.

No matter what he wanted to do with the three siblings, the enraged Uesugi would cut open his stomach and let him experience the feeling of being strangled by his own intestines.

He looked at his son, with his head held high and his steps steady.

"His name, I don't know."

Yuan Zhinu's voice was flat, but there was a faint dreamlike demonic nature: "All along, the other one I have called 'Wang General'. ”

It was a name that was once weak and would have been feared from the bottom of his heart just by hearing it.

Even another self who is dominated by the dragon's blood is full of jealousy of it.

"After being impaled in the heart by my brother, I didn't really die because of another me...... It was at that time that a man opened the dry well where my brother had sealed my 'corpse' and rescued me, hoping that I would become the 'Dragon King' of the Fierce Demons......"

The so-called "dragon king" and "king general" are both a kind of chess pieces in Far Eastern shogi.

Thinking about it now, it may be a kind of arrogance of the people behind the scenes, he treats everyone as pawns, and he himself is the only chess player.

"The Devil ......"

Even Uesugi knew the name, after all, no matter how ridiculous he had been, he also knew this group of evil spirits living in the shadow of the Snake Qi Eight Family.

Due to the high purity of the bloodline brought by the White King's bloodline, the mixed races in the Far East are extremely prone to unstable bloodlines, and there is a high probability of mental illness.

If the bloodline gets out of control, 'ghosts' will be born, but in order to gain more powerful power, the snake Qi Eight family has always pursued a stronger bloodline, so more ghosts will be born from their shadows.

"The fierce ghosts worship the strongest ghost as the king, and that is the 'Dragon King'."

"Until I became independent from the other self that occupied my body, they always planned to bite the deadliest bite on the body of the snake Qi Hachiya at a critical time......"

Yuan Zhinu said softly, "But when I broke free from the shackles and looked at it from the perspective of a bystander, I realized that the other me was nothing more than a marionette. ”

"The real person in charge of the Fierce Ghosts is the 'King General', who has used another ego to lead this group of thugs, and wants to use it to complete his unspeakable calculations in the shadows."

"I suddenly lost control and killed a lot of people for no apparent reason...... The biggest possibility is that I was manipulated in some way at that time. ”

"What do you think?"

He looked at the black-haired figure on the other side of the street, hidden in the shadows that the light could not reach: "The other me." ”

Ruri Kazama held the famous knife named Boy Che Angang, and stared indifferently at Gen Zhinu on the street, and a snake-like coldness appeared in her golden eyes.

He took a step forward and stepped into the dead silence of the street.

(End of chapter)