051, Sad Love on the Lake

For idiots, this is exactly the most important factor. After thinking about it, he said, "I keep my hands, but the other party won't. I will die faster..."

"What kind of people do you think are qualified to hold back from each other in battle?"

The girl shook her head—

"Only you are at least twice as strong as the opponent, you have the right to hold back from the opponent in the battle."

The idiot was silent, and after a while, he spoke-

"what do I do."

"It's very simple." The girl said with her hands on her back, "wash out too many murderous intents on your sword. From today on, you must constantly fight with me. Because once you enter the battle, you always want to kill the opponent at all times. So in the battle that starts today, you must learn to suppress your desire to kill the enemy and turn to 'subduing the enemy'. You must know that killing is easier and more difficult to subdue. But in order to practice the fourth sword, you still need to learn."

The idiot nodded, held Anmio and took a deep breath. After he was ready, the girl also reached out and signaled that he could start.

In the drizzle of wandering, the idiot rushed forward again. His training began. In order to learn the most incredible sword, he had to overcome his murderous intent as soon as possible, learn the fourth sword and love.

The process of practicing swords was very slow. The idiot finally realized the difference between someone teaching and no one teaching. The girl held a branch and whenever the idiot's sword was incorrect and the way of love was wrong, she would tap it heavily on his wrist, shoulder, back, etc., and scolded loudly. The idiot gritted her teeth and could only pick up the sword again and continue practicing.

"The sword is too fast! Didn't you tell you that the meaning of this sword is not used to kill the enemy? These swords that stab at the key only show a little sign and force the other party to surrender. Why do you still have to stab the sword?"

"The murderous intent is too strong! Although I can't read the murderous intent from your eyes, your sword move aims at the key points, and there is no more obvious and easier to see through it than this! After your sword comes out, you are completely clear about what you are thinking in your heart. It is easier to guess than the weather in the rainy season! You must gather your will to kill the enemy!"

"Collection of the sword, collect the sword! It seems that you don't understand at all. If it is purely for killing the enemy, the fourth sword love relationship is not necessary to be so complicated. Its complexity and difficulty in cultivation are to subdue the necessary conditions for the other party without killing lives while ensuring the safety of your own life! Your sword should be softer, draw a few more circles, and some places need to be deliberately slowed down. Just like its name "Love", it needs to be entangled and tactful, rather than straightforward! It makes people see at a glance that you just want to simply kill the other party! And here! The correct way here is to stab the wrist, forcing the other party to give up the weapon, rather than stab the lower abdomen in the middle! For ordinary opponents, you may indeed be able to stab the lower abdomen, but then your sword will not be able to recover and face other enemies that are rushing!"

Knight, hiding in the white wolf's belly, stared at the stern girl there in a daze, because she had never seen this sister speak so loudly since before. She looked extremely strict and had extremely strict requirements for that little brother. Is this the older sister who spoke gently to anyone and would make some small pastries for her and other children to eat?

Perhaps, Knight was doubtful, but the idiot didn't think so. As early as that night in the desert ten years ago, he had already realized the severity of this girl. To say she was gentle, she might be gentle. But when it comes to cruelty and determination, he probably had a wrong answer back then, so early in the cave that year, he might have turned into a corpse and could not live now.

He wanted to learn the fourth sword... as long as he learned this sword, the hope of survival would become stronger. As long as he could become stronger... and stronger, he could protect her more effectively in his future life... to avoid any danger...

The small bread was shrunk in the white wolf's hair. She opened her eyes and looked at the idiot who kept working hard but was scolded. After looking for a while, her hands stretched out and drew a circle in the air. The circle was colorless and transparent, slowly floating to the top of the idiot who was constantly running out of the sword. After it expanded, the rain made a clattering sound above the circle.

The idiot's movement stopped instantly. He turned his head and looked at the little bread here. The little bread was stunned for a moment, and he was a little embarrassed at first. But when the idiot nodded at her and continued to draw the sword, the little girl hugged her face, happily retracted back into the white wolf's hair, and looked at the practice over there happily.

From noon to late at night, from the heavy rain to the gradual stop, the first day of practice finally ended.

Just like before practice, the idiot's sword still aims at the key points. There is no way, once he enters the battle, he will kill the enemy, which has become his instinct. For sewer rats, compassion and simple uniforms are things that cannot be understood at all. Therefore, he cannot understand the sword moves that need to circle around, move slowly and softly, and then throw the sword from the other direction. He is not very able to understand how to subdue the enemy with such a slow speed of sword drawing?

The girl didn't force her to remember her sword moves, but the sword intent required a little bit. If she doesn't work today, then tomorrow, if she doesn't work tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow. Anyway, she has time until the idiot practices, and she can continue to practice.

So, when the idiot was already covered in scars and was out of breath, she finally stopped. After watching for a while and confirming that the idiot had indeed practiced to lose strength, she waved to the white wolf over there.

"Tomorrow at 8:00 am, we will continue to practice here. We will continue to practice."

As he said that, the white wolf had already taken the two sleeping little girls out of their stomachs, put the small bread on the ground, bit Knight's clothes in his mouth, and walked to the girl. However, when the white wolf and the girl turned around and planned to go to the boat on the side of the island...

"Master."

"……What's up."

The girl stopped and turned around.

The idiot was gasping for breath. The high-intensity practice of a day allowed him to lose his strength. After An Mie slowly retracted his arm, he had the strength to say: "If the sword in love is simply to subdue the enemy. Then what is the 'story' you engraved in my mind...?"

The girl looked at the idiot, as if she was thinking about something very important. At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing the three bright moonlights and silver lights, falling on the girl...

"Child, do you have someone you like?"

“…I don’t understand.”

"If you have someone you like, then I can tell you about the 'dark love'. But if you can't even understand what 'love', no matter how cruel the true meaning of this sword is, you will never understand it. And I can only teach you the most basic and edge of this sword. Use it as a transition before you learn the fifth sword."

After saying that, the girl stopped answering. She came to the shore, hugged Knight in the white wolf's mouth, and jumped gently onto the boat. The two wolves sat on the boat, rowed across the lake of the grief lake, and quietly left...

On the bare island, only the idiot and the small bread he was holding in his arms.

He wrapped his cloak, wrapped the bread tightly on his chest, and adjusted the way he hugged her.

This girl is getting older and older... Although the idiot doesn't know how long it will take to provide her with a good sleep by holding her, I believe that this day will end soon.

When she was twelve or thirteen years later, she was afraid that even if she wanted to hold her... she wouldn't be able to sleep in her arms...

Bathed in the moonlight, the idiot jumped onto his own boat, picked up the oar, and rowed gently.

Today's exercise made him feel more tired than ever before. The soreness of his muscles made him feel that he was a person who had never exercised at all?... No, maybe for the master, he was just like a person who had not exercised at all. It seems that it would take time to keep up with the master's movements and speed...

The sky looked very clear after it rained. The stars shone in the sky, reflected in the lake water. The entire lake surface looked like it was filled with all kinds of jewelry. When my oars touched gently in the lake water, they broke the brightness.

Sad love to the lake...?

Why does this beautiful lake have such a name?

A boring question accidentally emerged in the idiot's mind. This question is obviously very stupid. Maybe it is because of the real "dark love" mentioned by the master just now, or maybe it is because I am really tired? That's why I began to worry about such a meaningless question?

No matter what, the idiot knew that he was really tired. He raised his tired eyes and looked around. Just as a small island was next to it, there was a small pier. The idiot rowed the boat over and stopped by the pier. Then, he was too lazy to go to find a hotel, but just wrapped his windbreaker and sat on the pier, looking at the flawless lake water in front of him, slowly... closed his eyes...

This is a dream.

A dream that looks at the past life.

In the dream, the idiot looked back on all his life before, thinking that before the stormy night ten years ago, he was just a little beggar. After that stormy night, his fate changed and came to the wind blowing sand.

He thought of many people and many things. It was really strange. If he was really tired, he should not have dreams. But why did he have so many dreams?

The idiot opened his eyes and there was still the silent lake in front of him. Looking at the clock next to the pier, it was already three o'clock in the morning. In other words, he had been sleeping for almost six hours.

The early morning night was really cold, but the idiot didn't feel anything. He had experienced the colder climate than this, and the extreme coldness of the wind blowing sand did not make his fingers slightly numb. For these colds, he just wrapped the cloak tighter. Fortunately, the texture of this cloak was very good and completely airtight. The small bread was still in his arms and sleeping happily, which was the best evidence.

After a sudden awakening, the idiot lost sleep for a moment. He opened his eyes and silently looked at all the worlds in front of him. Just now, a promotional poster floated from there. The idiot who was idle grabbed An Mie and snatched the propaganda poster out of the water, and took it into consideration the moonlight.

It's not a big deal.

Or for him, this is not a big deal.

The content on the poster was exactly what I heard outside Mudu’s room four days ago, about choosing the Bucks General Manager. If you think about it carefully, there should be eleven days left. At that time, I believe that even under such a background environment, Salad City will become very lively.

After reading it, the idiot let go of his hand and let the promotional poster go with the wind and land on the lake again. He looked at the scenery around him, then calculated the time, and planned to close his eyes again and sleep for a while...

He closed his eyes.

But the hand under the cloak was tightly squeezed the Animi.

For nothing else, just because of a figure, he came to his side silently. As if he didn't feel an idiot at all, the man looked at the sky with his hands on his back, and his light pink pupils were full of depth.

"Ah...huh..."

A gentle exhalation came from the side. The idiot lowered his head and his eyes slowly opened. After a slight stroke to the side, he saw a pair of feet wearing high-tube shoes. Upwards, there was a light pink skirt and a slender figure. Then, a girl about sixteen years old with pink hair appeared in his eyes.

Facing the moonlight, the girl's skin looked extremely white. She looked at the lake, as if she had not noticed the idiot next to her. After a moment, the pink-haired girl finally spoke-

"~~ Can you hear it? My voice~~"

…Song?

“~~ Can you hear me singing here?~~”

The idiot lowered his head and stopped looking at the girl. He looked at the wavy lake under his feet and hugged the small bread.

"~~ I used to be so afraid of it, but now, I'm singing here~~"

"~~ With this impossible magic, I finally realized my wish~~"

“~~For you~~”

“~~ and sing~~”

The faint singing drifted along the wind.

The best song that an idiot has ever heard is Ke Luo. On that holy night, the little girl's singing made him unable to help but praise her.

But now, he didn't even have the idea of ​​praise. Amid the singing of the a cappella, he slowly closed his eyes.

Close your eyes in front of strangers. Such a ridiculous act of idiots had never even thought about it before. Because it was no different from seeking death. But this time, he closed it... abandoned the other four senses, left only his ears to listen to the sound.

"~~ Can you hear my willfulness?~~"

"~~Maybe, I can't ask you this too much question~~"

"~~ Even if I will disappear one day, I want to convey this thought to you~~"

"~~This is really an initial and final love~~"

"~~I just give everything to you~~"

"~~ Maybe I'm stupid and dull, I can't understand the songs you wrote for me, and I can't hear the subtext of your jokes~~"

"~~ I might just be hurting you blindly, a stupid girl complains to others that you don't know how to be gentle~~"

"~~ I only know how to sing like this. From the past to the present, if I can't continue singing, I hope my singing can remain in your heart~~"

“~~ Even if the world is destroyed tomorrow, all I can do is sing for you~~”

“~~just for you~~”

"~~For the only love I have in my life~~"

“~~ only for you~~”

“~~ and sing~~”

The lingering sound was lingering. It took me a long time to dissipate in this broad world.
To be continued...