My youth story cannot be a knight war

"This is!???"

Everything in front of him was now in ruins. The desks and chairs stacked in the corners of the walls had disappeared because of the half-collapse of the floor. Most of the classroom was now exposed to the open air, and tiny flames were burning everywhere. He and Miura were in such a pile of rubble.

Ye Shan thought he was dreaming at first, but everything in front of him immediately became a switch to activate the brain's protection mechanism. All the memories before the coma lit up vividly in his mind at this moment, causing his pupils to tremble violently.

"By the way, we were hit by a meteorite just now...how's everyone doing?!"

"I don't know, I don't know anything. I just remember you, Hayato, knocked me down, and then..."

In shock, he quickly turned to ask Miura, but Miura just shook her head and sobbed, not knowing anything. All this was completely beyond her psychological endurance, and she couldn't think about what was going on.

“Damn it! —Hmm!?”

"Hayato!"

Intense anxiety instantly filled his heart. Ye Shan just gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up to check on the others, but the intense pain from his back made him groan, and he sat back down weakly.

"Don't, don't move! Your back, this..."

Miura cried and supported Hayama who was sitting on the ground. Looking at his bloody back and the huge gap across his vest that was still bleeding, he was so anxious that he was incoherent.

She tried to cover the wound with her hands to stop the bleeding for Ye Shan, but blood immediately flowed out from between Miura's fingers. At the same time, Ye Shan's whole body suddenly shook, and the tearing pain from the wound on his back made his whole body stiff.

"I, I'm fine! Yumiko, everyone, I have to go quickly..."

Ye Shan said with cold sweat on his face. The massive blood loss made his face turn pale quickly and he couldn't even speak clearly.

He was just about to ask Miura to check the current situation of the entire school for him when the dim classroom in front of him gradually lit up with a bright white light.

A sharp whistle sounded in his ears. This familiar whistle made Miura's face turn even paler than Yeshan's in an instant, and the pair of eyes looking behind him revealed bone-chilling fear.

Ye Shan also stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head to look, his wide-open eyes reflecting the flames cascading down like a waterfall.

There were dense meteors and flaming meteorites falling from the sky in a long dragon, like a waterfall pouring down from a high valley.

However, the waterfall formed by the arrangement of meteors is much more powerful than a real waterfall. Nothing can stop it. Tall buildings will be uprooted and mountains will be completely flattened.

And the target of this fireball shower is exactly here.

Looking at the scene that was so horrifying that it would make anyone lose their fighting spirit, Ye Shan suddenly felt that he understood the feelings of Wang Mang, the reformist king of the Western Han Dynasty in classic history, and his army.

It was a despair and powerlessness that went deep into the bones.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, and the sudden bright light illuminated the dejected expression on Ye Shan's face.

"hateful……"

……

“Ugh… Ugh!?”

The fragrant aroma rushed into the nostrils, and a white rose appeared vaguely in the hazy vision, and finally slowly became clear. The texture on the petals was as gorgeous as marble.

Zaimokuza's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously sat up. The excessive movement caused several white petals around his body to fly up.

"This is...my body, not...Mr. Kousaka!"

He raised his arms incredibly. Apart from his tattered clothes, the skin on his arms was so white and delicate that even girls would be jealous.

But Zaimokuza clearly remembered that his arms had been burned by flames until even the fat was almost completely evaporated, and more than half of the bones of his ten fingers were exposed along with the dissolved flesh.

But looking at the fingers in front of him that were bending and stretching freely at will, it didn't look like they had been burned by fire at all. It would be more believable to say that they had been soaked in a health hot spring.

Thinking of this, he immediately thought of another person involved.

Zaimokuza looked around hurriedly, but what caught his eye were white rose bushes that stretched as far as the eye could see. The petals dancing in the wind under the dark sky were so beautiful that it was like a dream. His eyes were a little dazed by this beauty.

But apart from this, no other figure could be seen. Everything before was like a nightmare, and the last trace was completely covered by the white rose bush.

"Well……"

"Hey! T-Takasaka-san!?"

At this moment, a bunch of white roses not far from Zaimokuza rustled, and an arm wrapped in vines stretched out from underneath, almost scaring him so much that he jumped like a rabbit.

But when he looked closely, he saw a familiar face with a confused expression under the lifted vines. Cai Mu Zuo was immediately surprised and delighted, and quickly reached out to pull the other person out.

"Zaimokuza...what happened?"

This person was none other than Kousaka Kyousuke, the one Zaimokuza was looking for. However, this wasn't the one from the future, but the one who had come to the future with him from the past. At this moment, the other person, also dressed in rags like a refugee, woke up from his coma, looked around, and frowned as he asked Zaimokuza.

"I remember that we were trying to stop my future self—oh yeah! Where's my future self!?"

"I don't know either. When I woke up, I saw this place turned into what it is now. Then, Mr. Kosaka from the future and B1 were all gone... But..."

Zaimokuza hesitated, running a hand through his hair.

"After that, when I was in a coma, I seemed to hear a very familiar voice. If I remember correctly, it seemed to be from the future—"

"Wait! Why is there something on your forehead?"

Kousaka suddenly reached out and pressed Zaimokuza's shoulder, staring intently at his forehead which was half covered by his hanging hair, and said in confusion.

"Eh? My forehead."

After hearing this, Zaimokuza reached out and lifted his hair, and at this moment his forehead was completely exposed to Kousaka's sight. The scene on it made him silent instantly.

"...Go over there and take a look with the sea water."

"oh oh!"

The strange emotion in Kousaka's eyes made Zaimokuza feel uncomfortable. He stood up, carefully avoiding the vines and roses along the way, then lay down on the edge of the harbor, looking down at the surging sea water as a mirror.

Although his face and the scene on his forehead were fluctuating in the rising waves, Zaimokuza could still clearly see the line of black words on his forehead.

And it seemed as if the writer had anticipated that he would view it in this way, the handwriting was actually a mirror image that was completely opposite to the original text, so when Zaimokuza used the sea water as a mirror, the line of text was also flipped over.

Zaimokuza was stunned when he saw what was written on his forehead.

The font is divided into two lines, namely:

Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me. You will definitely be able to return to your own era in the end. As for me in the past, please remember to say hello to Hachiman and the others for me~

——Zai Muza Yihui? ?????? ? ? )?.

Nourishing.

As Zaimokuza stared blankly, the two lines of text reflected on his forehead in the water glowed faintly with a golden glow, and then turned into tiny gold flakes that drifted away like faded ink paintings, and even the smile on the emoticon disappeared without a trace.

Soon his forehead became smooth, but Zaimokuza still maintained the same posture, even his eyes were fixed on the sea without moving. It was obvious that the line of words that appeared suddenly had caused a strong impact on his heart.

The sea surface surged more rapidly under the blowing sea breeze, blurring the expressions of Zaimokuza and Kousaka. The latter had come here at some point and was looking down at the sea like the former.

"The one who wrote this message on your forehead must be the future Zaimokuza."

Kosaka whispered, his expression extremely complicated at this moment.

"Before this, I actually saw someone besides you the last time I woke up here. But when I greeted them, they seemed completely unable to hear me. Even when I tried to touch someone, my hand went straight through their body... At that time, I almost thought I was dead and had become a ghost."

"It wasn't until I found you that I was convinced that I wasn't dead, but had simply arrived in the future. I think this phenomenon might be because we don't belong to this era."

"But Future Zaimokuza, based on the line of information on your forehead, can confirm that he can indeed see you and me, just like... well."

He held his chin with his hand, his eyes wandering around the scene, which was a subconscious habit of the future Kyosuke Kousaka when he was concentrating on thinking.

Perhaps because he was alone, Takasaka was already getting closer to his future in all aspects, not only in temperament and mentality, but also in some tiny habits and details. He also found that this posture really helped his thinking.

"He's been here before, and he seems to know where we came from... What's going on?"

"That guy seems to be different from the others. Do you have any idea about this?"

He posed this question to Zaimokuza, who was silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

"I don't know...but my future self will definitely know what's going on."

Zaimokuza sat up straight, gazing at the surging sea in the distance, his hands clenched tightly on his knees.

"Mr. Kosaka, I've always felt that there must be a reason for us to come to this future... perhaps a mission that only we can accomplish."

"Don't call me—never mind. Whatever you say."

Frowning, Kousaka subconsciously wanted to correct Zaimokuza's address, but after hesitating for a while, he let out a breath and chose to let it go.

"Why do you have such an idea?"

"I can't really explain it, but that's what I think... So, I want to meet my future self."

Zaimokuza stood up and turned to look at Kousaka, with an indescribable determination in his eyes.

"I have many questions I want to ask him, not only because he seems to know so much, but also because I want to seek answers from him... For example, why is he so powerful? What kind of power has been supporting him so persistently in protecting everyone's smiles? I want to hear him tell me in person."

"Mr. Kosaka, can you help me?"

He looked at Kousaka pleadingly, but the latter was speechless for a moment when facing Zaimokuza's gaze, his eyes looking around and his mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

"...Okay! Stop looking at me like that. I'll help you, okay? Just consider it as repayment for the favor you gave me before!"

After a long while, Kousaka couldn't stand Zaimokuza staring at him with such sincere eyes any longer, and his eyes twitched violently, and he spoke helplessly.

"Thank you, Mr. Kousaka."

"You're too eager to be happy. Even if I agreed to help you, not to mention that we're all unfamiliar with Tokyo, we probably wouldn't even know where to find him right now. What can you do?"

Zaimokuza immediately smiled happily after hearing this, but Kousaka glanced at him speechlessly and spoke in a bad mood.

"——As for this question, I think I might be able to help you."

"!!!"

A calm voice sounded from behind the two of them. Before Zaimokuza could react, Kousaka's expression changed instantly when he heard the voice.

"who!?"

He immediately turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, shouting loudly. Zaimokuza, who had reacted, also had his pupils contracted for a moment and quickly turned his head to look.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not a suspicious person... Kousaka-san, Zaimokuza-san."

A thin figure walked out from the shadow of the factory behind him, and gradually walked out of the darkness under the wary gaze of the two men. The dim light of the sky illuminated the other person's face, which could be said to be handsome, but looked like he suffered from facial nerve paralysis.

"Who are you? Can you see us? And you seem to know what we look like?"

Just as Zaimokuza was about to say something, a hand was placed across his chest, stopping him from saying anything. Kousaka stared straight at the seemingly ordinary boy in front of him and asked cautiously.

"There's probably no one in this world who doesn't know you two... As for why I know you, it's because I'm the same as you."

The boy in a red school uniform with gold edges stopped walking while speaking. Whether intentionally or not, the physical distance between the two parties was just maintained at the most standard "safe distance" defined by psychology.

"Same? Wait! You mean you're like us? Someone from the past!?"

After hearing this answer, before Kousaka could say anything, Zaimokuza was stunned, and then subconsciously asked aloud, his eyes full of eager joy and anxiety.

"Yes, I came here from the past just like you because of this incident, so I know the information about you two heroes."

Kosaka frowned slightly, and the boy took advantage of the situation to go down the slope and spoke calmly.

"Let me introduce myself now. I am——"

"It's us, classmate Aya-koji~!"

A sweet voice with a deliberately drawn-out tone sounded from behind the boy, and then another figure leaned out from the shadow of a building not far behind him, smiled and waved to the three people who looked over.

Then the other person also walked out from the shadows. It was a girl with a cane, wearing a school uniform of the same color as the former, as well as a tight short skirt and suspender stockings. She had a beret on her short silver hair.

In his short seventeen years of life, Zaimokuza has seen many beautiful girls and has his own criteria for judging these beautiful women.

Since there are standards, there are naturally rankings. This ranking is also quite long, with dozens of people. But when it comes to rankings, people will naturally focus on the top three, just like every competition will decide the champion, runner-up and third place, but no one will pay attention to the name of the fourth place.

Let’s start with the third place, which is occupied by Shizuka Hiratsuka.

That's right, Hiratsuka-sensei ranks third on Zaimokuza's list of beauties.

Although this female teacher smokes and drinks, is proficient in games and karaoke, and does not know any basic skills of a lady from a noble family, such as flower arrangement, tea ceremony etiquette, her character is so heroic and fierce that countless real men are ashamed of themselves. If she were to join the yakuza, she would definitely be able to earn the nickname "Yakuza's Queen Flower".

But you can't deny that her genes are too good. As for her looks, her face is so pretty that she can run for the most beautiful teacher of the year in Japan; as for her figure, she can rival a catwalk model when she puts on a pair of high heels; the combination of the two is simply even better!

...It's a pity that her personality is so disappointing. She is obviously a rare beauty, but her temperament and behavior make no man dare to approach her, for fear that the other party will grab her after drinking too much and use his knees as a crutch to break her cervical vertebrae, so she can only be ranked third.

The second place is Ebina Hime, but not the current Ebina, but the future Ebina.

Although the former is unexpectedly a great beauty after taking off her glasses, comparison is tantamount to throwing away goods, and comparison is fatal. The young girl who has not yet fully grown up is too uncompetitive in the face of the future scientist who understands people's hearts and likes to wear black stockings, and has a humorous personality. However, it is not shameful to lose to the super Plus version of herself in the future.

The two who occupy the first place are tied, one is Yukinoshita Yukino, for some unspeakable but well-known reasons, regardless of past or future.

With her cool temperament and elegant figure, even the finest paintings of beautiful women could only depict half of her appearance. With these three points alone, her minister firmly holds the top spot in Zaimokuza's heart as the most beautiful woman.

The other one is Akiyama Mio, and this refers to her future self. Although strictly speaking, her appearance and temperament are slightly inferior to the former, once a girl becomes beautiful to a certain extent, the gap is unlikely to be that outrageous. The rest depends on the judges' preferences to add points.

First of all, she has a slim and well-proportioned figure (the key point), and her appearance is cute and delicate. Her whole body has an aura that makes people want to pity her. The long black princess-style hair that falls below her hips is a high-end plus. It can be said that she is a girl who perfectly fits the Japanese "cute" aesthetic. If she debuted as the first generation of Internet celebrity a few years earlier, she would probably be the first to win the title of "a beautiful girl once in four thousand years."