Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

Chapter 35 The first knife

[Multiple indications, I can't keep this body, I will go to Huangquan alone. 】

"When I was born, it was in the Edo period. At that time, the Tokugawa shogunate was unifying the various feudal clans in Japan. And I was born in the Oda family, a family that was prominent because of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven and gradually declined because of him. "

The black-haired boy rubbed the handle of the coffee cup, the white porcelain was cool and smooth.

"I was born as the posthumous son of my father. He died fighting for the family before I was born. And my mother and I lived in shame relying on the relief of the clan."

"Until that day," his eyes became slack, and he was already lost in thought of memories, "that day the bandits came, they were riding on horseback, wielding swords in their hands. I couldn't see their faces clearly, I just remembered It was a vague darkness, they were waving cold white swords with scarlet blood sticking to them, they rode towards my mother and me, their red eyes staring at my mother's neck."

The black-haired boy's fingertips trembled slightly, and the brown liquid in the coffee cup reflected waves.

"I saw death on the tip of the knife, I saw the eternal parting, I saw the greatest sorrow in life. I was afraid, I was afraid, I was sad."

"The devil grinned grimly and wanted my mother and me to rush forward. I could see the flying soil splashed from the horse's hooves. I could feel the ground shaking under my palms. I could hear the rubbing sound of my mother's clothes. sleeve over my eyes."

"That was the first time I faced death, and it was also the first time I brought death. I killed the bandit with the wakizashi my mother gave me. The sword pierced his throat, and the warm and sticky liquid dripped on me. face, and then brushed off by the mother."

"All the murders and abuses start from here."

Oda picked up his cup and took a sip of the cool coffee.

"After that, I was accepted as an apprentice by the head of the family because of my bravery. I followed him to learn swordsmanship, worked for the family and then earned money. My mother and I no longer needed to rely on other people's charity to get by. We escaped that shameful time."

"The head of the family is my benefactor. He taught me swordsmanship and asked me to do things. He treats me like a son, maybe better than a son."

The boy in kimono put down his coffee cup and leaned back on the sofa.

"Then, everything changed."

"In order to restore the glory of Oda, the head of the family united with the Onmyodo to resurrect the sixth day demon king Oda Nobunaga. They... want that man to come back to the world, and for this they need a fresh body."

The red-eyed ghost nestled on the sofa, with a cold expression, disgust and contempt, ridicule and hatred, and the absurdity of the world and fate.

"My teacher, Patriarch Oda, the 'father' who taught me as a son, sent me to hell and dedicated me to the Demon King."

"What the hell is going on?" Hong Jiaodong was surprised, whether it was Oda who was born in the Edo period, or the resurrection plan of the devil king, everything Oda told far exceeded his cognition.

"That's the way it is." The red-eyed ghost mocked, "Human desires, extravagance, greed, and unscrupulous means for profit, isn't this normal? There is nothing surprising. Besides, haven't you seen it before? Isn't that also the case for personality marriage?"

Hong Jiaodong was silent, indeed, for the sake of an excellent offspring, in order to create a strong personality, his father also threatened and persecuted his mother, and also made the person who had a strong personality and was originally an excellent hero Mother, turned into a demon maddened by hatred.

He raised his hand to caress the burn scar on the left half of his face, and the boiling water poured down. The scalding water was poured on his face along with the steam, and the boiling water eroded his skin. The steam caused second-degree burns, and the water flowed into his eyes. Mixed with tears from the corners of the eyes.

Hate is a terrible thing.As Hong Jiaodong recalled, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his back.

"Don't worry," he heard someone say to him, and the hand covering his eyes was covered by another.

"It's okay, everything will be fine."

He looked up, and saw the black-haired boy smiling gently, with soft brows and eyes, with love and pity in his eyes.His palm was warm, and his fingers were covered with a thin layer of calluses from years of holding knives.

"I'm not worried." Hong Jiaodong took the young man's hand down and stroked the thin calluses on his fingertips. He looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar person in front of him, and the scar on his left eye no longer screamed for dull pain.

"Because everything is fine."

Everything has passed, he no longer fills his heart with hatred, and his mother no longer becomes the shadow of guilt in his heart.

"And then? What happened next?"

Oda looked at Hong Jiaodong, and suddenly felt tired. He had carried the hatred and guilt for too long, and the cries of the resentful spirits and the screams of the evil spirits made him breathless.

He suddenly didn't want to hate anymore.I don’t want to sit tiredly on the cliff of hell and look at the red sky silently, I don’t want to recall the fire that burned down the New Edo Castle in my dreams at midnight, and I don’t want to wander around the world like ghosts anymore.

"When I opened my eyes, I found that I had come to hell. I saw the suffering people there. They were grim and painful, but they still did not forget the ugly way of harming others and benefiting themselves. I wandered there for a long time and saw the inevitableness of history. When we saw the absurdity of fate, we saw the egoism of human beings."

"But I have never met Mr. Nobunaga." Speaking of this, Oda suddenly felt funny, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, I just thought it was funny. They sent me to meet the devil. I saw all the little ghosts but I never saw the devil." He chuckled.

"But when I returned to the human world, I found that I had already become a demon king."

"I became the same as that man, no, maybe I'm even worse." Oda turned his head to look at the sunny time outside the window, all kinds of people had smiles and happiness on their faces.

"Because I see the absurdity of fate, I act recklessly and lawlessly, and because I see that everyone is self-interested, I no longer believe in the conscience of good and evil."

"They thought I was born as Lord Nobunaga, so they worshiped me, believed in me, and wanted me to lead them to rebel."

"You did." Hong Jiaodong said with certainty.

"Well, I did." Oda whispered, that dark, reckless time made him ashamed, made him feel guilty, and made him afraid to face Hong Jiaodong directly.

"I led the Oda clan and other united clans into Edo Castle. We massacred the samurai, burned the city with fire, and forced the general to commit seppuku. Then the Oda clan established the new Edo Castle. Qi Xin Changgong is more prosperous!"

The black-haired boy lowered his head and finished speaking, then stopped talking and just stared at his fingers quietly.

What would he think?Will you hate me for my cruelty, will you hate me for my tyranny, will you spurn me for my massacre?

I don't know, Oda can only remain silent, waiting for the trial with an uneasy heart.

"It's more than that." Hong Jiaodong said, looking at the person whose body became stiff, "If that's all you are, you are nothing more than a lunatic, a murderer, or a demon king, what made you become what you are now? "

The boy in kimono remained silent, resisting to answer.

"What turned you from a demon king into a ghost!" Hong Jiaodong stood up suddenly, knocked over the coffee cup on the table, and the brown liquid flowed down the edge of the table, contaminating his clothes.He grabbed the collar of the black-haired boy with a hideous and terrifying face.

"Tell me! Tell me what the hell it is!"

Oda opened his mouth, his voice trembling, he became cowardly and a coward.

"I..." He was forced by the scorching momentum, so he could only speak intermittently, "My mother hanged herself to death."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have been greatly frightened, trembling with fear, and fell into unspeakable terror.

"I don't know why, but she refused to meet me when I returned home with glory and military exploits."

The immature samurai returned home full of victories. He was bathed in the blood of the enemy with his military exploits on his body. He held the highest glory of the samurai in his palm and dedicated it to his dearest mother with joy.He longed for his mother's admiration, longed for her gratifying smile, longed for her proud tears.He longed for the pleasure of his only true love in the world.

But he failed.The self-righteous child only gets the sad face of the mother, and the sad tears run across her face that has been tempered by the years but is still quiet and beautiful. The woman in the exquisite twelve singles hides behind the screen and covers the sobbing tears with her sleeves.

She was in so much pain that a young child could not comprehend the pain, could not comprehend the portent seen in the mother's eyes.

"Let's go," he heard his mother sobbing softly, "Let's go quickly." He only heard his mother's sad refusal.

"I don't understand, that's the only thing I don't understand and I'm confused." Oda said.

"After the establishment of the new Edo Castle, her grief was even worse, and she even washed her face with tears every day."

"At that time, the new general, that is, my master, was suppressing me. He was afraid of my reputation more than he was afraid that I would replace him. He spread rumors about me, sowed my relationship with other people, and even joined forces with Onmyoji to say that I was Demons, not demon kings."

"It's ridiculous, Jiao Dong." The black-haired boy smiled ironically, mocking the absurdity of fate. "What he thought was important seemed worthless to me, and he was scheming lest I should compete with him for the rubbish."

"I didn't want to talk to him at first, because I knew his ambition from the beginning, and I had no idea about his precious general position. I just wanted to understand why my mother was sad."

But the absurdity of fate is that the peace you seek will always be destroyed maliciously.

"But my mother hanged herself. No one knew why she committed suicide, and no one guessed that she would commit suicide. Except for the horrible doubts she left me, there is only one deadly poem."

Oda was thinking, and opened his mouth softly, with the sadness and resentment of a woman in his tone.

"Much foreshadowing, I can't keep this body, I will go to Huangquan alone."

"She died, and the general led people to kill me, an evil ghost, but I didn't want to die yet. At that time, I suddenly heard a voice whispering in my ear. It cried bitterly and told me that history should not be like this. Absolutely at a loss, it hates, hates and hates to the sky, it resents and weeps and begs me for help."

"So you saved it?"

"Yes, I set a fire, sent the Oda family who violated history into the fire, and sent the rebellious general to the guillotine, and then I came here."

"I just saw you."

The author has something to say: ah, this chapter is Oda’s self-reported experience, there is nothing to look at but a bunch of vulgar rotten stalks qwq

But I really like my mother-in-law. I wrote the desperate poem by myself, "I can't keep this body, I will go to Huangquan alone" is a poem I dreamed one day. I don't know if it exists. The original poem qwq but I remembered this sentence when I woke up, full of grief and helplessness.

Ah, my English part is almost finished, I can finish it immediately after I finish playing afo! ! !

However, I am about to start military training qwq I don’t want military training.

The wild part... I haven't read the book yet, and I haven't written the plot of the character design. I plan to read the outline of the character design after I finish the English and Japanese updates, and then save at least half of the manuscript before opening it (otherwise the ghost knows I will waste it. What is it like!)

So this means that I will stop updating after I finish English...well, probably...I don't know how long qwq (a conservative estimate is two weeks?) Then the update situation will be...very confusing, I don't know What the hell will happen.

Well, that's it for now, I hope you like it!