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My sister's glances and smiles, every bit of life, are constantly appearing in my mind like a fleeting glance.

However, it was just when Agni was almost falling into that tranquil happiness.

He suddenly remembered that night when Luna stretched out her little fist on the bed and made an agreement with him to survive.

"........"

in a blink.

The picture stopped at the scene that made him feel most desperate.

Luna, who had turned into charcoal and was dying, came to him and touched her fists:

"Live."

"........."

To be honest, after seeing a large part of the flashback episode in the second episode of Fire Fist, Yu Tsugawa, who was still grilling next to Mochizuki Ri, started to feel numb.

Raising his head almost subconsciously, Teacher Dayou looked at a certain abstract cartoonist who was still carefully tasting the oysters, his eyes filled with sluggishness.

".......what."

Realizing that his hair was staring at him blankly, Mochizuki put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but stretched out his palm and shook it in front of Teacher Dayu:

"Haha, are you okay?"

"........"

Teacher Dayou, lost response.

"Hey, can't you?"

Seeing that simply waving her hands didn't seem to be of much use, Mochizuki began to wave her hands in front of Fa Xiao.

Thanks to this, Teacher Dayou's dullness was finally broken at this moment.

"...Get out of here."

Slightly embarrassed, Tsukawa Yuu moved away Mochizuki's hand, and recovered his energy and gave a curly child a white look:

"What are you doing? Just be normal."

"...No, the main thing is that your expression seems a bit abstract, I just care about you."

Mochizuki scratched his head and pondered for a moment before saying:

"What's wrong? It just felt like your brain was shut down...Did you see some interesting plot in "Fist of Fire"?"

"Look at my expression?"

Seeing Mochizuki define the plot of "Fire Fist" as interesting, Tsugawa Yuu was already a little confused:

"No, don't you have a habit of hurting readers? In the first episode, my sister already packed lunch, but in the second episode you have to add some hard work to it, for fear that this b-plot is too warm and not healing enough, right?"

"...Well, after all, that's the style of "Fire Fist". You just need to get used to it."

"What about you? This is too dark and terrible. The level of underworld at the beginning is far beyond that of "Chainsaw Man"."

"After all, it's the end of the world. It can't be as humorous and light-hearted as "Chainsaw Man"."

"?I think you are quite humorous, Teacher Dali."

"...I just thought you were complimenting me."

While scratching his head in embarrassment, Mochizuki responded quite seriously:

"Thank you for your support. I will work harder in the future to bring you a better experience."

"...I really can't stand you."

Seeing that Mochizuki was deliberately trying to make fun of himself, Teacher Tsugawa Yu couldn't help but sigh, and after a while he said this:

"Forget it, do whatever you want... From the perspective of Heishenzan, your adjustment is to destroy your light novel called "Life in Another World from Zero" - —I really don’t know what kind of stuff is in your brain, but you can actually come up with such outrageous things..."

"......Teacher Dayu."

When Yu Tsugawa finished speaking, Mochizuki Ri also spoke:

"I want to remind you of something."

"?Elaborate."

"If you think Yan Fist is outrageous now, the subsequent plot may exceed your understanding even more."

Having said these words quite seriously and objectively, Mochizuki issued a strategic reminder called HBIWARNING:

"Although I originally thought I shouldn't say these words, since your reaction is so subtle, I would like to remind you: If you continue to read, I hope you are prepared."

"...You kid, are you starting to make disclaimers?"

Somewhat embarrassed, Jinchuan Yubai rolled his eyes, but in the end, because of a little curiosity in his heart, he gently raised "Fire Fist 1" and continued to savor the plot mixed with boundless malice.

"Hu, huh..."

Breathing heavily, Agni clenched her fists and finally woke up from the illusory memories.

When he came to his senses completely, he saw the soldier who had been beaten beyond recognition and was covered in charcoal. He also stopped punching and raised his head to stare into the distance.

The snow was falling heavily, and in front of Agni's eyes, there was only the bridge standing in the cold wind, and quite a few charred corpses.

Because Agni's rescued slaves told Agni that as long as they could cross this bridge, they could reach Besim Druk's territory.

"........"

Faced with the information the slaves told him and their gratitude for his saving act, Agni's expression did not change at all as he stood in the wind and snow, his whole body burning.

As if he wanted to distance himself from the justice and redemption imposed on him by the world, Agni just left a faint sentence:

"I never thought about saving people. What I did just now was just to kill someone I wanted to kill."

After leaving these words, Agni did not continue to care about the slaves who had been rescued because of him. He just stepped forward and prepared to leave along the bridge.

And just when the man whose whole body was burning was about to leave, a young slave followed his footsteps.

After catching up with the flame man who saved him and successfully walking side by side on the ice and snow, the young slave told Agni that his name was San and introduced his favorite food loudly.

"........"

Facing this weird guy, Agni had no intention of paying attention to it, and just walked towards the depths of the snowy night as always.

Seeing that Agni continued to move forward with an indifferent expression, Sang still seemed to be unwilling to give up and continued talking to himself, panting and following.

"You must be a god!" Sang said happily, his bright eyes sparkling, "I just asked God for help, and you came to save me like out of nowhere!"

".......No, I am not."

After all, he still had the goal of revenge in his heart, so Agni just continued to go against the wind and snow, and his response was quite perfunctory:

"Didn't I say that I didn't want to save anyone at all? Don't think too much about it."

"......"

Speaking of which, if it were anyone else, they might have given up.

However, in this doomsday, hope is the most precious wealth.

In order to allow himself to continue following Agni, Sang took the initiative to take out his treasure:

"Today is a special day, so I can give you a lick!"

After that, Sang also took out a small bag of granulated sugar from his bag and handed it to Agni, wanting to exchange the sugar for his companion. However, it backfired. The cold wind howled on the bridge. In just the blink of an eye, the sugar in Sang's hand was gone. Then it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"........."

The sugar was blown away, but Agni still ignored it and continued walking forward without paying any attention to the boy behind him.

..... This stalemate has been going on for quite some time.

In the distance, Beshim Druk's soldiers also picked up binoculars to observe the whereabouts of the two people on the bridge.

"Oh...? Did a fire-type blesser scorch all our warriors?"

"There's a kid following me...yes, I can do it."

While watching the situation in front of them, they murmured to themselves in a low voice. The soldiers looked calm and seemed determined to capture Agni.

Of course, because they didn't know Agni's details, for the sake of safety, the soldiers decided to wait until later and take advantage of the night to take action.

"......"

Seeing that the manga has progressed to this point, when the soldiers recognized Agni as the fire-type blesser, to be honest, Tsugawa Yu was really a little nervous.

"Ali, you do have a sense of humor."

Feeling that he was almost digested, Teacher Dayou picked up a bunch of leeks and started showing off with big mouthfuls:

"The flesh-type characters live like elemental characters. It's a bit too outrageous to be honest."

"...Is it outrageous?"

Mochizuki tilted his head and sounded a little surprised:

"I thought this would be cool... Don't you think the protagonist who is on fire is cool?"

"...You didn't think it was cool, so you created a pile of flames on Agni, right?" Yu Tsugawa became alert.

"That's not true, I just think it's interesting."

"....Okay, I think this reason is not as good as you think it looks cool."

After sighing twice, he realized that it was really difficult for him and a certain curly-haired primary school student to get together in the comics field. Teacher Dayu also gave up on arguing, and instead focused on the "Fist of Fire" where the war seemed to be about to break out. 》Above.

.......The sky is getting dark.

The world covered in ice and snow is now shrouded in unknown terror.

Sang was still following Agni, but due to exhaustion, his body began to stagger, and he gradually began to lose strength, and finally fell on the snow.

His cheeks were hot, and his consciousness gradually blurred... The boy watched the burning man gradually disappear in front of his eyes, and his consciousness returned to the time when he had not left the village.

He still remembered that the elders of the village had told him at that time: God had given him a will to leave the village and live on his own——

However, Sang's brother said that it was all a lie.

Everyone drove Sang out just because the food in the village could no longer support the needs of more people.Sang is so young and he acts silly all day long, so feeding him is a waste.

However... Even though my brother said so, he still urged Sang to live well at the moment of farewell.

.....The dream about the past has ended.

Sang opened her eyes full of tears, only to find that her surroundings were very warm——

Looking up, it turned out that Agni was sitting next to him.

After carefully understanding the situation, Sang learned that the man he regarded as a god had taken him to an abandoned house not far away for resettlement.

After thanking him, Sang asked Agni to help light the fire - but Agni said that the flames on his body were very dangerous and there was no way to do such a thing.

With no other choice, Sang had no choice but to pick up a piece of firewood - Bilibili's lightning flashed, the firewood was lit, and the bonfire began to burn.

At this moment, Agni realized that Sang was the blessinger of electricity. Although he was weak, he already had the ability to use it.

It was time to sleep. Sang got into the sleeping bag. After thanking Agni again, he got ready to sleep.

Before going to bed, the boy did not forget to talk about the things he did not want to forget no matter what: his brother, sugar, everyone in the village... and sugar, these are Sang's favorite things, so he I don't want to forget it, and I don't want to erase it from my mind.

After hearing what Sang muttered before going to bed, Agni couldn't help complaining that Sang only had sugar twice - Sang responded by saying that it was his favorite thing to eat and asked Agni what he liked.

"........"

At this moment, Agni fell silent.

After a long time, he spoke slowly and told the boy in front of him that he liked stew and meat.

Having said this, Agni stood up: he told the boy that he would leave before dawn, and that he should not continue to follow him until then.

But...Sang didn't respond.

He had fallen asleep peacefully under the warmth of the campfire and Agni's gaze.

Looking at such a peaceful sleeping face, a touch of gentleness appeared in Agni's cold eyes.

However, at the very next moment, Agni felt a burning pain from his body.

Even after years of enduring the burning, the pain still surfaced whenever Agni relaxed his nerves...