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Rashomon Riverbank.

The humble gate hides the stench coming from the slum behind the door.

Fallen Hime... Who gave it the name?

It's ugly.

A thin young man covered in dirt and with strange black scars on his face was standing with his head bowed.

In front of him is his sister, who is the opposite of himself.

“… Plums. The prostitute Taro was carrying a sickle, and he looked at Mei and opened his mouth slightly, just about to say something.

But hesitated.

Odd?

He blinked his eyes and scratched his unkempt hair in confusion.

I...

What were you doing?

"Brother?" Mei also looked at the prostitute Taro who was frozen in place.

After taking a look at his sister's dirty and tattered kimono, the prostitute Taro suddenly seemed to remember something.

Oh yes.

- I'm going to collect debts today.

Although his body is thin and weak, he is unexpectedly very capable of fighting, and by collecting debts, the difficult days are getting better day by day.

His gaze stopped at Mei, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook.

And a sister who is so proud of herself.

With that in mind.

The prostitute Taro tugged at the hem of his simple clothes slightly, squatted down, and let his eyes be level with his sister in front of him.

He gently patted his sister's shoulder, hanging eyes, as always:

"Mei, listen up, today is the first time you've stayed home alone."

"If you encounter something, you have to strike before it is taken away."

Although the prostitute Taro is young, his voice is still hoarse and terrifying, and just like his appearance, he is called a monster by others.

He softly comforted Mei, who looked a little worried:

"It's okay, you can do it too."

When Mei heard this, the idea of wanting to continue to ask just now was gone, she nodded with some concern, and her eyes stayed on her brother's tired face:

"Hmm."

"I'll be back soon." Watching his sister's gradual growth, the courtesan Taro nodded slightly.

After tidying up Mei's clothes and touching her head, he stood up:

"Gone."

Walk across the banks of the Rashomon River.

Looking at the back of the prostitute Taro gradually moving away.

Mei, who had been holding a tight little face, pursed her lips, and stared at the back of the prostitute Taro, raised her hands slightly.

It seemed that she had never had the courage to speak, and her face was flushed, so she took a deep breath and shouted at the back of the prostitute Taro:

"Brother——!

"Be careful on the road!"

Hear the words.

Trample.

"Hmm." Taro, the prostitute who was walking in front, stopped, the corners of his mouth raised, turned sideways slightly, and for the first time a smile called "happiness" filled his face:

"I'm leaving!"

Mei looked at her brother's smile, her heart jumped, she raised her hand high, smiled cheerfully and lively, and waved her hand in the direction of the prostitute Taro.

The young two said goodbye to each other.

Then.

Smack.

“…？”

The older prostitute Taro had a surprised expression, he was holding a meat scythe in both hands, he was tall but rickety, his arms were wrapped in red and black ribbons, and he suddenly appeared as a ghost.

and stood between the two who were gradually moving away.

With [Shangfeng] engraved in his eyes, he looked sideways at his happy smile when he was young.

No.

It's not right—

His pupils reflected the back of his young self as he walked away, trembling slightly.

Blind to what you are proud of, you!

Just a little bit of happiness, do you get carried away!

Don't leave!

Give me back!

The prostitute Taro stared at himself as he walked away, and he wanted to move his steps, but he found that he couldn't move a bit.

He opened his mouth and tried to shout, but he could only choke up, making a strange sound in his throat.

His eyes grew agitated.

This is the time!

After he left, his sister listened to him, resisted, and stabbed a samurai in the eye with a hairpin.

As a result, it was set on fire by that damn guy.

When I came back, I only saw Mei lying in the pit, burned and unable to see her human form.

My sister.

If you want to save her at that time, there is no other way than to become a ghost.

In fact, his greatest wish is nothing more than to live with his sister.

Watching the back of his young self disappear from view, the prostitute Taro turned his head.

looked at my sister who looked forward to it and stood at the door for a long time and didn't want to leave.

"Uh-huh!" Mei clenched her little fists, her little face flushed with excitement, and she nodded vigorously, looking very cute, she said to herself:

"Get everything ready before my brother returns!"

As she spoke, Mei's expression became a little resentful, and she turned her head away with a snort and walked in the direction of "home":

"Stupid brother, I still call me stupid every day, obviously I forgot that today is his birthday."

Hear the words.

- Birthday?

The prostitute Taro was slightly stunned, he didn't remember that he had taught his sister such a concept.

It was a useless luxury for a rich man, and he hated it.

Recalling his memory, Mei suddenly asked excitedly one day when he was born, he choked in place and said a day casually.

Did you learn about it from someone passing by?

The body trembled more and more.

Plums...

My sister is a clumsy, but very upright and serious person, but it is difficult to take care of herself.

Stupid sister.

Such a person really can't let her live alone with peace of mind...

She's different from me.

If she was born somewhere else, and not her own sister...

If, she lives happily ever after...

The prostitute Taro looked at the young Mei in a daze.

Surely more people will be saved...

— just like me.

The memory gradually whitened, and everything around him slowly glowed with a soft white glow.

The prostitute Taro shuddered suddenly.

Oh, yes.

Actually, he was very happy.

Memories of the summer blue sky, accompanied by the breeze carrying the falling green leaves, brushed the prostitute Taro's distracted face.

……

Reality.

Dark clouds swirled in the dim sky.

"Ahem!"

The prostitute Taro's eyes rolled as he shuddered and turned his gaze back quickly, finally staring at the knife that was approaching his neck.

He looked sideways at Mei's head, which was being carried in his hand by Essence Tengen.

At the moment, she was crying loudly, shouting something this way.

【Plum】

The prostitute Taro stared.

【Your life.】 】

[Than mine.] 】

Laugh at!

The blade of the knife touched his neck, and the position of the epidermis suddenly made a sizzling sound.

- More weight!

"Roaring ——!!" The prostitute Taro didn't struggle, he just raised his head suddenly, and the fierce green tendons suddenly spread all over his body!

His unkempt dark green hair danced, and his eyes widened and he roared with all his might.

The already skinny body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the meat sickle in his hand instantly turned to ashes.

The vitality of being [the third of the first wind] disappeared in an instant!

The next moment.

Tanjuro waved his arm vigorously.

Swish!

The red-colored knife slashed neatly across the neck of the prostitute Taro.

His head flew high, but there was no remorse or surprise on his snarling face.

The prostitute Taro only opened his mouth slightly.

And then.

"May!!"

The prostitute Taro twisted his head in mid-air, choked his throat, and shouted at his sister:

"Run——!!

Hear the words.

Tanjuro, who had just cut off his head, froze in shape, and he twisted violently, and the force made him turn around and look behind him in the sprint.

"Huh?" The weeping Mei opened her eyes in confusion, and her gaze was resting on the head of Taro, a flying prostitute who was constantly dissipating.

She didn't notice herself in the slightest.

Broken under the neck.

- The body that has grown again.

"What?!" Essence Tengen looked at his side in horror, he subconsciously clenched the Hinawa Knife in his hand and slashed straight at the neck of the fallen hime!

Swish!

While!

But the blade of the attack was suddenly resisted by the belt raised on the body of the fallen hime!

“… My body...? Mei lowered her head in confusion, she was stunned for a moment, and the regrown body and the surging power in her body made her dazed.

Tanjuro glanced at the head of Taro, a prostitute who had fallen on the street and was gradually turning to ashes.

He slammed on the roof, and his figure quickly rushed in the direction of Yu Marrow Tianyuan.

I realized what had happened.

- Taro, a prostitute, transferred all his power to Fallen Ji in a split second just now.

It's almost suicidal - making the two ghosts who are one brother and sister the only one who has all the blood.

Such a consequence will directly lead to the death of the prostitute Taro himself.

However, it can really give my sister a glimmer of life.

The moment Tanjuro, who was a bystander, realized this fact, Mei, who really felt the power, also reacted.

"Brother—" Her pupils trembled violently, and she looked straight at the headless body of the prostitute Taro in front of her.

In a trance, I saw the moment when the body of the prostitute Taro began to turn into ashes.

May's emotions spiraled out of control.

Her neck was a little swollen, her eyes were sour, she gritted her teeth, lowered her head slightly, and unparalleled anger welled up in her heart.

"Ho-ahh!!h

She roared hysterically, and the sash behind her rose into the air and waved all over the sky:

"Die! Die!! ”

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!!

Countless clothes and belts poured up from the streets, breaking through the rooftops and running straight into the sky!

The rubble and dust were raised, and the surrounding buildings suddenly turned into powder, and the nearest Universe Essence Tianyuan was directly hit hard.

The sharp belt of clothes brushed the left hand wielding the Nikula knife!

Poof!

Blood splattered!

Seeing this, Tomioka, who was standing beside Umeji, hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Ume.

Click!

The blue Richaun knife in his hand was instantly unsheathed.

【Breath of Water: The Shape of Picking】

【Nagi】

Swish!

The dense blue sword light was hidden under the calm surface of the lake, and all the clothes and belts that passed through the range of Tomioka Yiyong's arm were suddenly cut off!

However, the range he can take into account is only within a zhang that his blade can touch.

Behind.

Umiji Tengen covered his left arm, and he looked at Tomioka's back in surprise.

……

Kyogokuya.

The proprietress stood in the shattered room, looking through the pierced walls at the soaring belts of clothes in the distance.

“… What, what's that?! She stepped back in astonishment, the revolver in her hand trembling slightly.

Suddenly.

Sand...

In the corner of the room, a strip of clothing stripped slightly across the wall.

！

The next moment.

Bang!

With a moment of firelight, faint wisps of smoke drifted away at the muzzle of the gun, and the proprietress held the revolver with trembling hands and looked at the corner.

There, there was a charred bullet hole in the blank space of the ribbon with the portrait of Xiao Yu on it.

Smack.

The belt fell weakly, as if its owner had no intention of taking care of this side.

……

Not far away.

Bones.

Taro's head was rolling to the ground, slowly turning to ashes from his neck.

He lay down his head and looked at the countless clothes belts rushing into the sky, and looked in the direction of the clothes belts to the roof not far away.

“… What a stupid sister. The prostitute Taro's tone was a little helpless, and his voice was still so hoarse and weird:

"This power... It's not for you to use to fight back. ”

“… Run. ”

But the residual strength in his body was no longer enough to support him to shout loudly.

I could only watch, Tanjuro on the roof, holding a trailing strip of dazzling sunfire, and went straight to the roof with a belt of clothes.

……

Stomp Tread!!

Tanjuro held the red-hot wedge pill in his hand, and he ran quickly, his mouth overflowing with white steam, and the scenery beside him quickly retreated.

He stared at the belt of clothes that kept stabbing at him.

Swish! Swish!

The moves in his hand change, and the reed name swordsmanship is mixed with the breath of the sun, constantly dodging or cutting off the belt.

In the field of vision, the name above the head of the fallen queen blurred for a while.

In the end, it was changed

- [Upper Winding Three] Mei.

There is only one of the two red dots left.

"Hiss——!"

【Breath of the Sun】

Staring in the direction of Tomioka and Umami, who were covered by the clothes belt.

He didn't know how long Tomioka would be able to resist such a deadly attack.

It takes too much time to cut the clothes layer by layer and move forward.

In a hurry.

Tanjuro gripped the hilt of the knife hard and took a deep breath.

Puffy!

The sun flame rose vigorously from the root of the blade, and the dazzling light accompanied the rapid swing of the knife and turned into an extremely stretched sword.

Kick your feet down!

Whoosh – bang!

The breath of the sun went from the type of one to the type of pick-up, and he wielded it completely and with all his might.

It's just a blink of an eye.

Trample!

He stepped out of the countless clothes that had been shredded in an instant, held the red-hot wedge pill high, gritted the root of his teeth, and appeared in front of Mei with a stunned expression.

"Brother..."Mei tilted her head back in fright, she shouted subconsciously, but suddenly choked, and the tip of her nose was slightly sour.

Tears overflowed from the eye sockets, and when they touched the hot Hedao, they were instantly evaporated.

Looked at.

Tanjuro closed his eyes slightly.

"Rest in peace." He said.

The knife in his hand slashed hard!

Swish!

The blade slashed easily across her neck.

Poof!

The white-haired head flew high in the night sky, and the pink-purple ribbon of clothing turned to ashes.

Mei's green eyes gradually turned blue, and she stared at the bright moon in the sky, her eyes slowly clear.

Then.

Bones.

It rolled down next to the head of Taro, a prostitute who was turning to ashes.

The brother and sister glanced at each other.

"Brother..."Mei's eyes turned red, and she was about to cry.

"Why don't you run." The prostitute Taro's tone looked helpless, and he drooped his eyelids: "If you escape, you can live." ”

Without waiting for Mei to answer, he wanted to ask:

"With that kind of power, run..."

Mei puffed out her cheeks at this moment and interrupted the prostitute Taro loudly:

"If my brother isn't there——!" She closed her eyes, and her voice trembled with a cry:

"There is no point in living like this!"

Mei's clear voice echoed in the slightly empty flower street.

The prostitute Taro's expression was stunned.

……

on the roof.

Tanjuro was stunned, and he blinked his eyes.

Just now, he felt a new battle memory.

It's not with a fallen brother and sister.

Rather—

- Memories of the Battle [Ji Guo Yuan I].

(End of chapter)