My youth story cannot be a knight war

Kyoto Prefecture, Uji City.

"Wow..."

The high-pitched cries seemed to blow away even the thick clouds thousands of meters above the ground, and the surface below was slightly blown away, echoing in the deserted city, penetrating every corner of the sky, underground, and even the surface of the earth.

It is clearly the cry of a bird, but it possesses an unimaginable majesty and heaviness. That sense of majesty is like the totem worshipped by the ancient Egyptians in the pyramids of the pharaohs, which depicts the god Horus rising to the sky and shining brightly, transforming himself into the scorching sun to bring light and life to the world.

Then the light really appeared, a golden glow rising from the sky above the city and beneath the clouds. The light was like thousands of sharp golden swords piercing through the clouds and wind. Every piece of glass in the city reflected the glare, and the combined daylight was comparable to the moment of supernova destruction. The boundless light and heat tore apart all the darkness and evil.

If someone were to look down from a height near the Earth's thermosphere, they would see a golden circular ball of light with a diameter of hundreds or thousands of meters rising from somewhere under the boundless white clouds. The intense light could not even cover the darkness of the universe.

In ancient times, there was a man from a small country who worried every day that the sky would fall. His deeds became more and more popular as time passed. Finally, some people even equated him with the country he lived in, and added the country name "Qi" before his personal name, thus creating the idiom "Qiren Youtian".

However, this idiom is full of derogatory meanings. It is actually used to mock a person whose brain thinking is different from that of ordinary people and who can only fantasize about delusions that are impossible to happen in this real world. It is usually used by people today to describe other people's wild and unrealistic thoughts. It can basically be understood as the same meaning as paranoia.

But if those ancient people who first invented this word saw what is happening now, I am afraid that the true meaning of "杞人忧天", the earliest derogatory idiom, would undergo more than a 180-degree reversal and become a compliment to describe the foresight of the ancients.

Because this scene was really like the sky falling, the sun hanging in the sky fell to the earth, and the breathtaking ultimate divine power was enough to shatter anyone's worldview. Even the most eccentric rock youth could be directly converted into a devout believer.

After a few minutes, the light that seemed to illuminate the entire world gradually dissipated, and the clouds and mist swirled back into the hollow area that was originally evaporated by the high temperature and strong wind. Due to the heat generated by air friction, thick cumulonimbus clouds quickly formed.

The sudden and heavy rain was completely beyond the previous weather forecast. People on the street had to run into nearby buildings to take shelter from the rain. Housewives hurried back to their homes, trying to put away the clothes and quilts drying on the balcony before they got wet by the rain.

"Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden? Didn't the weather forecast say it would be nice today?"

The blond young man hid under the eaves of a shop, watching the rain falling from the eaves in a continuous curtain. The corners of his eyes, which were filled with indifference, wrinkled slightly, and he reached out to rub his half-wet hair.

Everyone in the city was complaining about the sudden heavy rain, but no one responded to the strange phenomenon that happened before the rain.

And in another place that people cannot observe, the drastic changes have come to an end at this time.

Rainwater poured down, and the deep pit melted by the high temperature made a harsh "sizzling" sound when it came into contact with the water. Thick white fog rose from the deep pit, which covered an area of ​​at least hundreds of meters, burying everything inside.

"Uh...wu..."

A weak scream arose from the bottom of the deep pit. A man in black clothes, dressed in mechanical-style clothes, fell in the middle of the deep pit with his body charred. He lay on the ground and gasped faintly. His almost unfocused eyes watched the sewage flowing in front of him. His palms, which had been completely burned into charcoal, did not feel any pain after being soaked in the sewage. It was obvious that even the nerve endings had been burned.

Snap.

A pair of black leather shoes suddenly stepped on the sewage stream not far away, and the splashing water hit the man's scarred face. The cold feeling made him barely maintain his consciousness that was about to dissipate, and he tried hard to look sideways.

A pair of deep black eyes met the man's gaze, and the fluttering corners of his windbreaker then obscured the scene in front of him.

"Life is really tough."

A calm voice came from the black-haired man's mouth. He lowered his head to look at the man at his feet who was almost out of breath.

"You are indeed the most troublesome of you all, but your resistance is meaningless."

"And your time has come."

sizzle-

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange change suddenly occurred in the man who fell to the ground. Countless tiny particles rose up disorderly from various parts of his body. At the same time, a strange noise was heard, as if someone was scratching the window glass with their hands.

Watching this scene, the black-haired man turned around. The other party's fate was already determined, and there was no need for him to stay here.

But before he could take a step, he dropped it again. The man lowered his head again, and a dark hand was tightly grasping his ankle.

He shifted his gaze and saw a pair of already blurred eyes staring at him intently. The fallen man had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth along with the rain, but he still tried his best to ask.

"Why... why..."

"Even if you know, what's the use?"

The black-haired man looked at the dying enemy in front of him. He did not kick away the hand that was holding his ankle, but calmly threw the question back to the other party.

"You're almost gone, so just shut up and behave yourself. Otherwise, it will only speed up your death and make the process more painful."

"Why...why would you do this..."

The man didn't listen to him, but kept asking. Even though his body had gradually disappeared from his legs, he didn't let go of his hand. Some kind of strong persistence overwhelmed the intense pain in his body at this moment.

"You...why would a hero like you...do such a cruel thing..."

"……hero?"

The dark eyes were not moved at all by the death happening before their eyes. The indifference in the black-haired man's eyes was like a stubborn stone that had not been weathered for millions of years, cold and hard.

"Don't get me wrong, that's just wishful thinking on your part. This title means nothing to me at all."

"Besides, I've had enough of you future people."

The foot slowly lifted up, and the bruised arm finally fell to the ground. Looking at the black figure disappearing in front of his eyes, the man's palms tightly grasped the burnt black soil.

"It's... not... over yet... There will definitely... someone who will stop you... "

Before he could finish his words, the scene before him completely fell apart, and the man's palms that were holding onto the soil slowly lost their shape in the flying particles.

"...stay...alive...please...please find...Asahib..."

The sewage flow, without any obstruction, rushed down, quickly filling up the human-shaped indentation on the spot, and then flowed to the bottom of the deep pit below.

……

just now.

"The fate of all of us has actually been determined long ago! Hahahaha..."

The man threw his head back and laughed out loud. The malice and despair in his laughter were creepy, just like a group of snakes surging and entangled on the surface of a lake, and every ripple was filled with terror and darkness.

"Nothing matters anymore, everything..."

The crazy laughter slowly died down. The man's face was expressionless. If it weren't for the two clear blood and tear marks on his face, it would be hard to imagine that he was the same person who laughed loudly just now. His eyes were as empty and lifeless as a puppet.

He numbly glanced at the open space in front of him, then looked up at the edge of the pit. The gathered tribesmen were waiting for him there, each of them with an expression of desire and hope, as if they were waiting for his leadership as usual.

At the front of the group, a woman who was already skin and bones due to hunger was standing there holding a young girl. Among the Gurongi people whose mental states were generally haggard and weak, the little girl was as healthy as an ordinary person.

That was because all the tribesmen shared their little remaining food with her, ensuring her nutritional supply. The little girl's face was rosy and fair, and her pair of quiet big eyes met the man who raised his head from the bottom of the pit.

When he saw the little girl, a faint flame burned in the deepest part of the man's empty and dead dark eyes. At this moment, his dead soul seemed to be injected with a stimulant and barely welcomed a last-ditch revival.

"...At least, I can still choose revenge."

The shimmering light had dissipated at some point, and the relic of his wife, once cherished like a treasure, was now carelessly tossed aside. The man took another step, turned, and walked towards the black and red boulder behind him. His back was as ethereal as a ghost, along with the sound.

"Even if you will hate me so much in the future, I still hope you can survive..."

"Baruba."

“Wait a minute!”

Before Zaimokuza could recover from the man's words, he suddenly saw him walking towards the ominous boulder again, and alarm bells immediately rang in his heart.

[At the same time, he was in disbelief. Why? He had clearly interfered with the past through so many coincidences and tricks, but why had nothing changed? ? ?]

The man's words echoed in his mind again, and Zaimokuza clenched his teeth.

【This is what is called fate?】

「──What a joke!!!」

[“Aaaah!”]

"Stop right there! Stop it!"

Zaimokuza struggled to free himself from Miou's grip on his arm as she screamed. He didn't care about the girl falling backwards and rushed towards the man. Since communication was impossible, he would force him to stop!

But what has happened will happen again. Under Zaimokuza's wide-eyed gaze, he once again passed through the man's body, unable to create the slightest resistance.

[“Damn it! Bracelet——”]

He fell to the ground again, and after standing up, he eagerly tried to find the man's bracelet with his eyes, wanting to try to use the same method to make contact again.

【But Zaimokuza's gaze froze when he saw the bracelet discarded on the ground, and the man had already walked past him.】

"It's no use, KUUGA."

The man spoke without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the boulder. In the bright red vision, he suddenly seemed to see a familiar figure standing in front of the boulder.

But her face no longer had the smile that once moved him the most. There were only tears all over her face. Her eyes filled with tears were looking at him, and her trembling lips were silently telling him something.

——Don’t come over.

Through years of tacit understanding and love, the man easily understood the other's lip language and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"It's okay, I'll be there soon. You will always live in my heart, and we will never be separated again..."

No matter what it becomes, a world without you is already the scariest hell in the world for me.

If this fate is a punishment from God, then I will gladly accept it, and I will become the most violent demon to take revenge on the angels who took away our destiny.

[“Stop it now!”]

An angry roar sounded in his ears, and the white figure once again passed through his body in vain, and the figure in front of the boulder disappeared without a trace the moment they passed by.

The curve of his mouth disappeared, and the man lowered his head expressionlessly, watching the figure in front of him, which no one except himself could see, rushing towards him again.

"Everything you do is meaningless. No matter how hard you struggle, you'll eventually understand this... Even if it wasn't meant to be you, the ending wouldn't have changed."

"I've seen more than you have. Your fate, your ending, even the ending of your four friends—sooner or later, you too will have to make a choice."

"That moment is not far away for you."

The black-red light melted in the wind, blowing the pale hair on both sides. Facing the huge rock right in front of him, the man slowly raised his hand and reached out to it.

Countless memories emerged from his heart at this moment, but none of them could make the man hesitate in the slightest. His hand finally covered the surface of the boulder.

At this moment, the dark red stripes covering every inch of the boulder lit up with a fiery, intense light like magma, and the entire stone gradually began to crack with a dangerous sound. Under the gaze of everyone, the boulder collapsed in a burst of red light.

boom--

A black and red circular shock wave radiated towards the entire earth with the crater as its center. Countless black fragments shot up into the sky from the broken stone body. These fragments drew trajectories in the air that were completely impossible to appear in the laws of physics. Including the man, these fragments wrapped in thick black mist rushed towards all the people standing there.

It didn't take even a second to travel from the bottom of the pit to the edge. The rubble reached the woman standing at the front of the pit, and before anyone could react, it sank into the girl in the woman's arms. These rubbles filled with an ominous aura sank into the girl's body like stones falling into a lake, accompanied by black ripples.

The remaining members of the tribe didn't even have time to scream as countless similar pieces of rubble sank into their bodies one after another. Sharp screams rang out immediately, and all the Gurongi people fell to the ground with expressions of extreme pain, their bodies twitching violently as if they were having an epileptic seizure.

The little girl fell to the ground with a distressed expression as the woman's hand loosened. Her small body also curled up on the ground and trembled slightly. Then, a thin black mist began to rise from the surface of her body.

"Father--!!!!!!"

The faint, confused murmur twisted into a pitched voice that was completely indistinguishable in the second half. It was no longer a sound that could be made by a human—but by a monster.

Torch-like red lights burst out from the bodies of the fallen Gurongi people. Regardless of gender, age or status, the voices of all the tribesmen turned into different strange howls, and their eyes glowed with crimson light.

The black mist grew thicker, and the forms of all the Gurongi slowly twisted within the red light and black mist, their sharp claws and black skin replacing their original appearance. A demonic wind howled violently from nowhere, and the once clear sky turned pitch black. Thunder and lightning streaked through the dark clouds.

It was as if the heavens were angry about everything that was happening. In the evil red light, beings that had lost their human form stood up one by one and roared towards the heavens.

This scene was just like a devil breaking free from the shackles of hell and finally coming to the human world. From then on, the world would never be at peace again, and evil and disaster began its first chapter.

As the first person to touch the stone, the man was no exception. The black rubble, which far exceeded the number of his tribesmen, poured into him when it exploded. His body was even completely submerged at one point. As the stones completely merged into his body, an extremely painful roar came from his throat.

The man who had lost his beloved and whose soul was dead today stretched out his hands towards the sky. His body twisted and changed as the red light spread. His clothes were torn by his bulging muscles, his back muscles bulged violently, and his figure instantly rose to more than two meters tall.

He howled and cried, but the human voice gradually left his mouth. In the end, all that was left was a howl filled with endless violence, and the sound was as terrifying as a ferocious wolf.

The evil black mist lifted up the soles of his feet, completely covering his body. Only through the mist could one vaguely see a figure with a human body and a beast head, raising his head and stretching out his hands to the sky in the surging black mist. His ferocious claws seemed to be able to tear everything apart.

The man who used to be a human is completely gone. The only one who exists here now is the original chief of the Gurongi clan, who is also one of the original Gurongi and even the original king of the clan.

“N-Gamio-Zeda… This is His name.”

A low murmur of loss echoed, and Miou, with a dim look in her eyes, slowly walked over to Zaimokuza. She looked at the scene before her, a scene she had seen countless times before, yet she had never felt the same heaviness and sorrow in her heart.

[“He is the first king of the Gurongi clan, and also their first victim.”]

【“…”】

Zaimokuza slumped to the ground helplessly. He looked at the terrifying figure before him, and the familiar ominous aura he had felt when he first arrived at Gaiba Village. His pupils trembled slightly.

[This disaster that affected countless people began under his witness... and he could do nothing.]

"This is the truth you've all been waiting to know, Mr. Zaimokuza."

Miou reluctantly closed her eyes, and then the red light that erupted before her eyes engulfed her and Zaimokuza's figures. At that moment, the world shattered like a broken vase, leaving behind only darkness.

[In the darkness, Miou ended the conversation with his last words.]

[“This is… the moment when the Gurongi clan was truly born.”]

Intermission: Remnants of a Silent Night (4K)