Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Animals like polar bears and squirrels hunt and hoard food in large quantities in order to survive the harsh winter.

Humans are different.

Human beings are never satisfied with the status quo, and their inner greed is always expanding endlessly.

Once you have a little, you want more.

When faced with a creature like a cursed spirit, a homeless person should maintain an attitude of fear and awe.

But as his perspective changed, he felt that this seemed pretty good.

When the real man promised him more benefits, the homeless man agreed to the man's request almost without thinking.

He plunged the poisoned needle into the body of the human who came looking for trouble.

They were both human, and they were there to fight the cursed spirit that had brought them to this state.

But they chose to turn against humanity because of a vague and unrealistic promise.

It can only be said that humans are always far more hostile towards their own kind than towards other creatures.

Just like the world of jutsu where Gojo Satoru resides.

Many people in that decaying place clearly lack the courage to fight against cursed spirits, yet they can persecute humans without any psychological burden.

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Returning to the present, Joseph subconsciously increased the pressure on his hands.

The Hermit's Purple, which had been slightly bent, straightened instantly.

The homeless man, who was being propelled toward Joseph by the force of the scythe, was instantly immobilized in mid-air.

At that moment, he was like a scarecrow in the wilderness.

Blood foam kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, wetting his clothes.

His lips kept moving as the homeless man turned around to look at the real person, as if he wanted to question the other person about why.

But all that came into view was the real person withdrawing their hand and fleeing with their back to him.

You can vaguely see the wicked smile curling at the corner of the real person's mouth.

It was as if, in the other person's eyes, their own death was just a trivial matter.

It's not even a small matter; it just occasionally comes to mind, and then I feel a bit emotional.

Ah, he's dead.

After that, I won't have any other thoughts.

Yeah, this guy is a monster.

Why does this happen?

It seems to have started with one overtime shift, right?

Then it seems like it just turned out like this without me even realizing it.

The homeless man turned his head stiffly, his gaze towards Joseph shifting constantly.

Ultimately, it boils down to resentment and unwillingness to accept defeat.

Why are you only arriving now?

Why should I be the one to experience this?

I can see this monster too, and I have the talent too.

It said that I am very talented.

Why do I have to die here?

The light in his eyes gradually faded, and the homeless man died in the park, carrying his resentment with him.

He may have been unwilling to accept his fate until the moment he died, feeling that he deserved a better future and a bigger stage.

As for those people he killed?

Sorry, he selectively forgot.

Or perhaps this guy has a masochistic personality.

Finding satisfaction in suppressing some of your dark thoughts.

It gives rise to the thought, 'Oh, actually I'm not a bad person either.'

"Does a dying person always speak good words...?"

"That doesn't seem entirely true."

The Hermit's Purple slowly receded, and Joseph looked at the homeless man before him with a complicated expression.

He can probably understand what the real guy is thinking.

Allowing this human to suddenly enter the battlefield would definitely disrupt the existing situation.

If I'm too soft-hearted, I might get killed.

If you don't have a soft heart, then kill this guy. I don't believe Joseph and the others would really be indifferent to watching a human being killed without doing anything.

Indeed, this was the case; Joseph and his men were neither particularly angry nor saddened by the man's death.

But ultimately, some psychological fluctuations still occurred.

Furthermore, considering the distance, Joseph did indeed miss the best opportunity to pursue.

But he still chased after him.

As the real person turned around and began to flee, Rengoku Kyojuro had already given chase, brandishing his long sword.

"Flame Breathing - Third Form"

A burst of hot air escaped from Rengoku Kyojuro's mouth, instantly dissipating far away as he moved at high speed.

With his eyes wide open, Rengoku Kyojuro kicked away one of the charging modified aliens, and then used a second modified alien as a springboard to leap into the air.

"A blazing aura!!"

This sword technique utilizes the momentum gained from leaping up to deliver a powerful downward slash.

If we say that the breathing of water is continuous and highly variable, it can fully cope with all kinds of situations.

So, the Breath of Flame is to use powerful slashes to crush all enemies in front of you.

"go."

The real person, whose legs had transformed into deer legs, suddenly bent over and vomited while running.

It vomited out several finger-sized, jerky-like objects.

These are the humans it compressed after its modification; they are the last remaining stock.

He casually pointed behind him and spotted several cyborgs that rapidly expanded in mid-air to the size of a normal adult's calf, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Rengoku Kyojuro.

It blocked Rengoku Kyojuro's attack route.

"whispering sound."

Left with no other choice, Kyojuro Rengoku had to strike with his sword.

Although he was not injured, his strength had been dissipated.

Bye-bye~

Turning his head, he smiled maliciously.

It seemed that he had successfully escaped.

After all, it's only four or five meters away from the sewer, a distance it can easily cross with a single slide.

It's no different from successfully escaping.

It believed that these people wouldn't stop chasing it just because they found the sewers dirty, but it had already run far away while they opened the sewers and came down.

Thinking this, the smile on Zhenren's face deepened.

"Bam—"

Suddenly, a strange sound entered the ears of the real person.

Before it could even react to the sound, the immense force sent it flying backward, crashing straight into Rengoku Kyojuro.

A large amount of blood sprayed out, forming a strangely beautiful picture in the air.

what is this?

The real person was thinking somewhat blankly.

It didn't hurt much, meaning it didn't attack the soul.

He slightly raised his head, but the real person saw nothing.

There was no one ahead.

Or rather, there was no one in its line of sight.

"That was a very accurate shot."

"Don't underestimate me as a member of the Wu clan."

In the distance, a short-haired girl with a lollipop in her mouth put down her sniper rifle and chuckled.

Wu Fengshui is a member of the younger generation of the Wu clan.

I currently work part-time in a government agency.

"Thank you, young lady!"

Rengoku Kyojuro laughed as he raised his long sword, and a dazzling burst of fire seemed to erupt at that moment.

"Flame Breathing - Ultimate Technique - Ninth Form"

The next moment, flames erupted.

A fiery dragon roared through the night.

"Purgatory!"

Chapter 649 Once you accept your own weakness!

"Haha, girl, your marksmanship is amazing!"

Rengoku Kyojuro patted Wu Fengshui's shoulder forcefully and laughed loudly.

He's just a straightforward person.

"Brother Purgatory, be gentle, be gentle."

Wu Fengshui, who was being slapped hard by Rengoku Kyojuro, said helplessly, almost dropping the lollipop in his mouth to the ground.

Although she also had a good impression of this warm and generous man, who was like a flame, she sometimes felt a little overwhelmed by him.

Especially the other party's habit of speaking without considering the person's perspective.

I don't know where he was looking when he spoke.

To be honest, this was the reason why Brother Bianzao almost had a conflict with Brother Lianyu.

For those unfamiliar with him, Brother Purgatory's way of speaking is too easy to misunderstand.

Wu Fengshui thought to himself with a sense of helplessness.

"Whoa, cut in two!"

Not far behind Kyojuro Rengoku, Joseph, who had once successfully contained a real person, was stuffing the body of the real person, which had been cut in half, into a containment box.

Even at this point, the real person is not completely dead.

Although there isn't much difference between not dying and dying in this situation.

It was only kept afloat by the mechanical devices it had.

If it weren't for research purposes, this guy would have been left to fend for himself long ago.

"Speaking of which, why did you join the organization in the first place, you feng shui girl?"