messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 51 In the Name of the Messenger
"So."

A maple leaf fell from between the two, reflecting off their blades.

Jizo raised his lowered eyes, his pupils tightened, and passed through the gap in the bamboo hat, leaving only the reflection of Sakura in that eye.

"I am coming."

"Step!" Ksitigarbha stepped forward, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled up and stayed in the air along with the swordsman's path.

And Jizo's knife passed the maple leaf and stabbed Yingzi, with an indomitable determination to move forward.

Reflections of maple leaves, maple trees, rocks, and hills flashed across the blade.

The knife seemed to be clanging, as if it wanted to cut off everything that stood in its way.

With just this sword, Yingzi has almost no room to parry.

Dizang is a swordsman. He has been with the sword for countless years. He only has the sword in his heart, and the paranoia that has almost become an obsession.

Yingzi will not be his opponent, because Yingzi has too many things in her heart.

"when!"

Surprisingly, this sword was blocked by Yingzi with difficulty.

But in the end it was Yingzi who blocked the sword, or Jizo deliberately stabbed the sword on Yingzi's sword.

No one knows, not even Yingzi, she is far from Jizo.

Yingzi gritted her teeth and retreated, but the rusty knife in her hand turned around at the same time and slashed at Jizo's shoulder.

Jizo casually pulled the knife in his hand away from Yingzi's knife.

He looked into Yingzi's eyes from beginning to end, which forced Yingzi to look into his eyes too.

Those silent, empty eyes.

"The second sword, received it."

This time, Jizo's sword was raised above his head, like a mountain peak rising from the ground, looking down on the world with a majestic spirit that pierced through the clouds.

This sword carried endless pressure, which gave Yingzi the urge to abandon the sword and run away.

But she stopped walking back.

Because the person in front of her destroyed everything about her, she would block the sword and kill him.

Yingzi's eyes turned fierce, and the rusty knife in her hand suddenly lifted up, like a monster, resisting in front of the mountain.

"Z!"

The two knives touched each other, and sparks sparked from the friction.

This time the two backed away at the same time.

As the wind tightened, the red maples all over the sky were scattered in all directions.

The two rushed towards each other at the same time.

In a short period of time, the two played against each other dozens of times.

Every time Jizo put pressure on Yingzi, it would increase by one point, but he never hurt Yingzi.

Until even Yingzi found out that Jizo's every attack was intentionally cut on her knife.

"when!"

There was another sound of blades touching, and Sakura took a few steps back.

"Are you fooling me?"

She asked pantingly, with an unconcealable hostility in her eyes, and the rusty knife in her hand seemed to be getting more and more mottled.

Dizang stood still and did not move. He just held his knife and asked in an attacking posture.

"Have you made up your mind yet?"

Yingzi raised the knife and didn't speak. At this time, she only had the killing Jizo in her eyes.

"I asked you if you have made up your mind!!"

Dizang roared loudly, his eyes widened with anger, his pupils seemed to be burning with flames, carrying a frightening power.

Sakurako was stunned, in front of the roaring Jizo.

What consciousness, she does not understand.

Jizo didn't go on, he would answer with his sword.

That is the awareness of picking up a knife.

That is the awareness of killing and being killed.

That is the awareness of facing people who are more villainous than youkai.

It was the realization of being alone and facing the endless ugliness of this world.

He gathered his knife, bent down, and put his palm on the handle.

In Hongfeng, he looked at Yingzi opposite.

He has already made up his mind.

And he understood that Yingzi did not.

"Crack."

Jizo held the handle of the knife with his hand, and then pulled out the blade in an instant.

On the sharp blade, it seems that it has crossed the world in an instant.

Under the poignant beauty of Maple Leaf, Jizo drew his knife and slashed at Yingzi.

Yingzi was still in a daze, until Jizo's knife fell in front of her, and she stabbed hastily.

"Pfft!"

After a sword.

Jizo's knife stopped in front of Yingzi, and Yingzi's knife pierced Jizo's chest.

At the last moment, Jizo stopped the knife in his hand.

The blood flowed through Yingzi's rusty knife, and the dark red blood was immersed in the rust, and then dripped on the ground.

"cough."

Jizo coughed hoarsely, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The broken bamboo hat on his head was tilted and fell to the ground, revealing his face. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.

Regardless of the sword piercing his chest, Jizo raised his head and looked at Sakurako.

He asked in a low voice intermittently.

"Have you made up your mind? If not, don't use knives again in the future."

Sakura stared blankly at Jizo, and let go of the handle of the knife in her hand.

Jizo, who had lost his strength, fell slowly and fell into the red maple on the ground.

He used his last sword to tell Yingzi this realization.

He also used his last sword to persuade Yingzi to put down the knife.

"Why?" Sakura asked, she didn't understand.

Jizo's eyes crossed, and he looked at Yingzi with the little strength left, and he smiled dryly, which was uglier than crying.

"You have no karma, I can't kill you."

Yingzi has never killed anyone, she has no karma, and it is impossible for Jizo to kill her from the beginning, and this revenge is destined to end with Yingzi killing Jizo.

Dizang himself knew it, and Shao people knew it too, only Yingzi didn't know it.

"what······"

Jizo took a deep breath, he could feel himself dying.

"Meow." The wild cat on the side ran to Jizo's side, rubbing his beard against his cheek.

Jizo's pupils gradually dilated, and his lips moved slightly.

"For the rest of my life, there will always be a time to pay back."

Just like in the fire four years ago, he said this sentence.

I don't know if it was to Yingzi or to himself.

The maple trees in this autumn are extremely fiery red, like the color of blood.

Yingzi knelt and sat on the ground silently, while Chu stood aside all the time.

I don't know how long it took, Sakurako asked that question again to Chu who was behind her in a dazed manner.

"At the beginning, what is evil?"

This time, Chu was no longer just silent, she was thinking about the answer.

What is evil, is Hillman's war for a better world a crime?

Is it a crime for Yingzi to kill Jizo for revenge?

Even said, is it a complete crime for Ksitigarbha to kill people for the principles in his heart?
It seems to be both.

Are they all villains who are burdened with these crimes? It seems that they are not.

Unable to find the answer at first, she raised her head and looked at the evil spilling from Yingzi on the hillside.

The evil raged in the air, like a shrill laugh.

Laughing at her, at the world.

She could feel Sakura's pain.

If you take this away, Sakurako will be better, right?
first thought.

She was ready to do the only thing she could do for Sakurako.

Facing the evil that covered the sky, Chu stretched out his hand.

If so, evil will always exist.

If so, someone has to pay for it.

Let me, then, bear your sins upon you.

in the name of the messenger.

(End of this chapter)