I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

At that moment, Westerners thought of the Messiah, while Easterners thought of the Buddha.

Then they all shook their heads violently, tears of blood streaming down their faces.

Heresy.

That is Mara, the demon Buddha, Satan incarnate.

When you ask them to explain the differences between these two ideas, they can't.

All we can do is keep shouting, "Heretics!"

"Stop talking, he... is here."

At the entrance of the base.

Like a reflection of the cold moonlight in the sky, the figure slowly stretched out his hand, and countless pale white, flowing fluorescent lights gathered towards the sword of compassion in his hand like swallows returning to their nests. Then, he gently raised the sword.

"escape!"

Kazuma roared.

In an instant, a group of people used their most secret skills to smash through the base wall and flee for their lives in all directions.

A beam of sword light, like the moon falling from the sky, plunged into the center of the base.

Then, straight sword marks radiated outwards from that point.

The entire coastline seemed to be shaking, giving one the feeling that the sky was about to fall.

It felt as if a suffocating pressure was brewing underground.

This worry soon became a reality; the sword marks spread to their limit and then erupted with a roar.

The ground was torn apart from below, and the entire base was cut apart and disintegrated amidst the tremors.

One after another, disheveled figures emerged from the dust and smoke, using every ounce of their strength to flee.

But this is not the end.

The burst of sword light suddenly disintegrated, transforming into countless thin, living sword lights.

It was really just a very thin glint of sword light, and its momentum was not great.

But it really is light.

Light is reflected...

Having just escaped with all his might, Xia Youjie only needed to make eye contact with a sorcerer before the sword light in the sorcerer's pupils reflected back at him.

This sword technique is called: Reincarnation!

.......

"woke up?"

A young woman's voice.

"He's really awake! Dr. Shinichi, the patient is awake!!"

With hurried footsteps, a man's excited voice rang out.

"She's really awake? My God, what a medical miracle!"

"His head was smashed, and he woke up after being in a coma for twenty years? This is a medical miracle!!! Hahaha, Shinichiro is going to be famous. Wait, I'm going to write a few papers now."

That usually magnetic voice clearly lost its composure, becoming incredibly excited.

You... you scum of the medical profession, shouldn't you have checked my condition first?

and many more.

What am I saying? My head hurts so much.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes, somewhat bewildered, confused, and even... flustered.

A hospital bed, a ventilator, an open window, a gentle breeze, and... a vibrant city under bright sunlight.

Is this... reality?

I...I am...Xia Youjie? No, I'm not Xia Youjie, I should be...I am...who was it again?

Xia Youjie felt somewhat lost; he couldn't recall that name at all, as if it never existed.

For a moment, his mind went blank, as if a machine had malfunctioned and suddenly stopped working.

But soon, more memories surfaced.

His name was Xia Youjie, an ordinary high school student in Beika Town. Twenty years ago, he was murdered by a store clerk who held a grudge because he did not queue up.

Of course, he didn't die, but remained in a vegetative state for twenty years.

What kind of bullshit motive is this for murder? I wouldn't kill someone so irrationally... Wait, I have killed people before.

And I should be alive...

They must have lived for a very long time.

Xia Youjie stared silently at his reflection in the window, seeing his aged and haggard self.

Well, he's quite old now.

I closed my eyes at seventeen and woke up to find myself almost forty.

But before he could think about it further...

Soon, an elderly man with gray hair and a haggard-looking woman, led by a young, handsome doctor, excitedly ran over.

She even tripped and fell on the ground because she was so excited, but she got up and rushed over to hug him without caring about her injury.

"Xiao Jie, Xiao Jie....."

He couldn't utter a complete sentence; instead, he choked up and tears streamed down his face.

He didn't know what to say, and a strange sadness welled up inside him. His hand stiffened for a moment, but he still gently patted the old woman's back.

This must be what family love feels like, right?

Xia Youjie sensed that unfamiliar emotion within him as he pondered.

These are his parents.

She got married very young, and is actually not even sixty years old, yet she looks so old.

During the twenty years he was in a coma, he probably suffered every day.

Moreover, he remembered that his family was well-off, so why were they dressed so plainly?

Because I'm sick?

He looked at the obviously expensive special ward and guessed the reason.

Just as he was trying to recall...

"Uncle, is this the older brother who was attacked twenty years ago?"

suddenly.

A little boy's voice, seemingly trying hard to appear young, came through the phone.

He looked up and saw a little boy in a blue suit and glasses, smiling at him.

It looked strangely familiar, as if I had seen it twenty years ago.

However, twenty years ago, this little boy was at most seven years old, and his parents were probably only teenagers.

He chuckled and shook his head.

Soon, a detective named Kogoro Mouri and a high school girl with hair that looked like it had long horns also arrived.

He apologized while punching the brat.

"It hurts so much, Sister Xiaolan!"

.....

"Xiao Jie, it's time to eat."

The mother cried out helplessly.

Because her son woke up, she seemed to be much healthier.

"Hey hey hey, coming right away."

His memories are still from his high school days, so even though he's almost forty, he's still as youthful and energetic as a teenager.

The guy in the next bed, named Yosuke Shima, was in an even worse situation. He had been in a coma for seventeen years, and only his nephew had come to visit him.

......

"Xiao Jie, shouldn't you go out and get a job?"

Sweet times are fleeting.

As he gradually recovered, just like a parent whose child has been on vacation for a long time, the mother found fault with everything he did.

"Right away, right away."

He chuckled.

.....

"Uncle, where should I put this?"

factory.

He picked up a pile of things.

opposite.

The dark-skinned shop assistant, Amuro Tooru, looked at him speechlessly: "Don't call me 'uncle.' I'm only in my twenties. How old are you? Are you over forty?"

"Hehe, I'm forty-one, but I was in a coma for twenty years, so I should be twenty-one now."

That's really unfortunate.

"No, I am very lucky. I have a loving mother and father."

.......

"The Black Organization? The Watchers of the Night? What chuunibyou? I'm a sorcerer who's lived for a thousand years! Wait, what's a sorcerer?"

......

"That's right, my memory is correct, the little boy I met twenty years ago was him—!!!"

.......

“He noticed me, he noticed me, I have to move out.”

......

"dad...."

.....

"Mother....."

......

"Dead, dead, all dead. Amuro Tooru is dead, Akai Shuichi is dead, Tina is dead, Kuroba Kaito is dead too..."

......

"How much longer are you going to play this game? Forty years! You monster!"

...

"Give me freedom!"

......

reality.