I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

He simply couldn't believe that he could hear such humble words from that monster, his own daughter Torachiyo.

"Please save me, please save us."

Torachiyo buried his head deep in the ground with great solemnity and repeated his words again.

Looking at his daughter's deeply sunken cheeks, the elderly Nagao Tamekage even had an illusion.

It was as if it was not himself who was suffering from the disease, but his daughter.

Torachiyo put aside her unyielding attitude and asked for help from outsiders...

When he heard that Torachiyo was going to the castle tower in the middle of the night, Nagao Harukage, who had arrived late, hurried to the bedroom and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Is the guy kneeling at his father's feet really the arrogant Torachiyo?

Nagao Harukage's eyes widened.

There was none of the beast-like oppression she felt when facing her at the family meeting from Chiyoko Tsuchiya.

That kind of creepy murderous intent had completely disappeared from Torachiyo at this moment.

All that was left was an extremely fragile and ordinary girl.

"There's no more food left."

Torachiyo continued to speak.

"We finally built the paddy fields, but now the village head, old man Hidezaburo, has fallen ill again. There are still some very young children in the village, and their mothers have already stopped breastfeeding..."

The voice of this Buddhist martial god was extremely sad, as if he was choking with sobs.

"Please, Father, save us!"

Watching Torachiyo kowtow solemnly again, Nagao Weijing supported himself and stood up from the bed.

"Torachiyo, lift your head."

Nagao Tamekage had a serious expression and spoke in a very earnest tone.

“How many people live in the village?”

"Twenty-six people."

Torachiyo raised his head and answered seriously.

"Qingjing! Gather food now!"

Nagao Tamekage used up his last bit of energy and woke up again from the torment of the disease!

This old and already fading traitor of the Warring States Period was intimidating without even getting angry. He raised his brows, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"I command you! From this day forward, you will obey Torachiyo! Now pass on my order to open the granaries and release the grain! You must save the people in that village! Twenty-six people, not one can be left behind!"

After that day, a large amount of food was sent from Kasugayama Castle to this village.

Other nearby villages also benefited from this.

From now on, unless anything unexpected happens, no one in this village will die like grass again.

"Saving them means having to bear their kindness and malice for the rest of my life..."

After hearing this story, Hidesaburo sighed.

"What does saving you have to do with you?"

Axue replied with a smile.

Hidesaburo didn't want Torachiyo and Axue to use their noble status to bring gifts to the village that did not belong to them.

Because if this continues, the lazy people in the village will become even lazier, and these kind-hearted gentlemen will have a group of idle blood-sucking leeches for no reason.

But now, after knowing Torachiyo and Axue, the villagers in the village have changed.

The lazy people who used to give up on everything unexpectedly cultivated the fields and even thought about the village...

Yes, Axue and Torachiyo are now members of the village. They have fought for the village's hope of survival. Why would I sigh?

This is the best ending and the best beginning.

After a long silence, the old man finally asked.

"...So don't hide it from me. I still have a few days left to live. Will I be able to see a good harvest from the paddy fields next year?"

After hearing this, Axue did not answer, but lowered her head and remained silent.

He was not a famous doctor, but from what he could see with his divine eyes, Hidezaburo's soul fire was almost exhausted. He was afraid that it was impossible for him to witness the harvest next year with his own eyes.

This is how old people are. Once their body collapses, they will never be able to stand up again.

Hidesaburo's body is now full of toxins, which are called aging toxins.

The toxin will cause all of his organs to fail until all functions are stopped.

This is Death.

No one can disobey, no one can resist.

This is unique to Hidesaburo...

【Destined Death】.

"Hahahaha! What nonsense are you talking about, old man!"

Torachiyo laughed instead and patted her chest to make sure.

"The doctor said it! It's just a cold! After a few days of rest, you can go back to working in the fields!"

Brother, you lied.

It was clear that the famous doctor from Kasugayama Castle had just taken Hidesaburo's pulse and said with a serious expression that he only had one month to live.

He would never live to see the day when the paddy fields had a good harvest.

However, seeing Torachiyo's confident smile, Hidesaburo finally smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, Torachiyo-sama, that's a very good smile."

Then the old man murmured.

"Master Torachiyo, have you made any changes in this village? I often worry, will this change be beneficial or detrimental to you?"

"Why...are you saying these things suddenly?"

Torachiyo didn't understand.

"You've always lived in a world where no one is stronger than you, haven't you? The reincarnation of Bishamonten, the God of War."

Hidesaburo said softly.

"There are many weak people in this world, but you have never paid attention to them, right? While you are still not paying attention to these weak people, leave this village now."

"What are you talking about? I won't leave this village until the harvest season arrives!"

Torachiyo hurriedly waved his hand to refuse.

"If we stay here, we will be unable to continue fighting, Lord Torachiyo, don't you understand?"

Hidesaburo's tone turned serious.

Yes, just as the old man said.

The strong are like wild weeds that grow wildly.

The weak are like short grass that bows its head and obeys.

The way short grass survives is to bury its roots deep in the soil, so it can survive even if it is trampled on.

The way weeds survive is to plunder the nutrients of other plants and grow wildly taller, and then absorb the short grass growing in its shadow until it withers.

The villagers' job is to protect the farmland and guard the tiny rice grains until they grow.

A samurai's job is to draw his sword, slay his enemies, gain fame, and climb the ladder to the top.

Once I realized the existence of the weak, once I realized how easily their lives could be taken away—

Then, the moment one understands that truth, the strong will no longer be able to take the lives of others at will.

Torachiyo could have drawn his sword and chopped off the lazy man's head on the spot because he had let down Axue's feelings.

But until now, can Torachiyo still do such a thing?

At the same time, Axue quietly left Xiuzaburo's room.

The seven-year-old had his own things to do.

When we were plowing the fields in the past, some nearby residents came to help.

Axue heard from the villagers that during the great famine, some villagers could not bear the hunger in their stomachs, so they fled to the mountains and became bandits.

After hearing about the deeds of Axue and others, these bandits quietly returned to the village and helped them reclaim the paddy fields.

It can be said that without their help, this paddy field would never have been rebuilt within four days.

"Oh! It's Master Manjushri!"

The bandits were particularly happy to see Axue’s special visit.

"I heard that old man Xiuzabulang has woken up? I'm so happy for him. Now the village has food again and such a large paddy field. I'm sure everyone will be able to live a good life in the future!"

"Hahaha! This feels even better than being a bandit! How about we just quit and go back to the village to help with the construction?"

Hearing their jokes, Axue tilted her head and asked, "Are you guys... going back to the mountains to become thieves?"

"Uh...yeah."

The bandits said with dejected expressions.

"Alas, there's nothing we can do. Actually, we are all wanted criminals now. If we stay in this village, we will be a nuisance. So we might as well go back and continue to be bandits. It can be considered as a way for us to get to know each other."

When Axue heard this, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Amitabha, you thief, you will be a thief all your life. Once you make a mistake, there is no chance to regret it."

The seven-year-old child then asked again.

"Have you ever thought about who would be the victims of banditry on a whim? Wouldn't it be the people in the village right now?"

"I-We never robbed our own village! We were always robbing foreign convoys! We were always robbing other villages!"

The bandits were a little unhappy and retorted.

After all, they made a living as thieves and had never robbed their own village. They only robbed people they didn't know.

"Take away other people's food and you will no longer be hungry; take away other people's money and you will become rich; as long as you sacrifice others, you will be saved..."

Only at this moment did Axue understand the Buddha's words, and she couldn't help but lower her head and mutter.

"Rules like this are really annoying..."

"Eh? Little monk, is that a samurai sword on your waist?"

A bandit suddenly discovered that there was a sword on Axue's waist. The sword was almost as tall as the seven-year-old child, and it looked inexplicably funny when worn on Axue.

Because in their opinion, a holy monk like Axue would never be involved with murderous swords.

This is the Buddha who saved this village. Why would he wield swords and guns like these bandits?

"Are you talking about Suzumaru Tsuneji?"

Axue then drew out the evil-destroying Buddhist sword and said expressionlessly.

"This sword is my favorite. I believe one hundred and sixty-seven bandits have died under it. Because of my deeds of beheading bandits, I have been arbitrarily called the White-robed Shura."

"You, you killed one hundred and sixty-seven people? And some White-robed Shura???"

The bandit thought that Ah Xue was telling a joke, so he came forward and wanted to pat him on the shoulder and laughed.

"Master Manjushri, I never thought that at your age, you could still tell such a joke..."

But before the bandits could get close to her, Axue flipped her wrist, and the sujumaru Hengci flew out of the air!

The next moment, the other two bandits' eyes were filled with shock and fear.

Because just a moment ago, that holy monk who was always smiling, the savior of the village, Monk Axue...

He actually used the samurai sword in his hand to chop off the head of his brother who had fought side by side with them through thick and thin!

"I haven't killed anyone in a long time. My technique is not very good anymore."