My youth story cannot be a knight war

Seeing his son clinging to the terrifying No. 0 arm regardless of his own life, using himself as a shield to buy a chance for the other two to escape, Kousaka Daisuke suddenly clenched his palms, and veins bulged on his terrifying muscles.

"No way……"

With both hands grasping the windowsill of the health room, Kousaka Kirino stared blankly at the familiar face that appeared in the image in the sky, and for a moment she wondered if she was dreaming.

After confirming that she was not dreaming, she almost fell into a coma, and Aragaki Ayase behind her hurriedly reached out to support her.

"K-Kyosuke! Why!???"

……

"How can it be!?"

Shirogane Miyuki, who together with Shinomiya Kaguya finally pulled Fujiwara Chika down from the card owner's window, raised his head and looked at the two figures with the same incredible eyes.

"That's... Mr. Zaimokuza and Mr. Kousaka now!? Why are they there???"

"This is really beyond my imagination."

Shinomiya Kaguya also couldn't hide the shock in her heart. Her beautiful throat moved a few times, and she spoke after trying to remain calm.

"I didn't expect that people nowadays could actually reach the unknown—be careful!?"

Before she could finish her words, her barely managed composure was shattered by what happened next, and she screamed in shock.

"!?"

"Yeah!"

The expression of Shirogane Miyuki next to him suddenly changed, and Fujiwara Chika covered her face with her hands and screamed, then buried her head in Shinomiya Kaguya's arms and trembled.

The red flames lit up, illuminating the faces of people all over the world who were watching this scene, but it could not illuminate the fear and paleness on their faces.

……

"Well!"

He covered his neck with his hands over the slender hand that was pinching his neck. Although he tried hard to break free, his feet still slowly rose in the air as the hand lifted up, and he could only kick weakly with his toes in struggle.

This slender hand, which looked as soft as a girl's, only exerted a little force, but Kyosuke Kousaka felt his fragile cervical vertebrae make a dangerous sound close to bursting. His vision went dark, and his legs kicked more violently driven by the instinct for survival. He tried his best to breathe in air through his nostrils to maintain consciousness.

What a bad decision, Kousaka couldn't help but think.

"Mr. Kosaka!"

"——Don't come over here!"

Looking at Kousaka Kyosuke being lifted up by Daguba with one hand grabbing his neck, Zaimokuza immediately wanted to put down "Zaimokuza" in his hand to save him, but was forced back by the hoarse roar.

Watching the two people who had escaped from the corner of his bloodshot eyes, Kousaka spoke incoherently.

"Hurry up and take Zaimokuza away! Ugh!!!"

The hand exerted force again, completely strangling the words that Kousaka wanted to say back into his throat, while Daguba looked at the other person he was strangling with an expressionless face. His eyes did not show any surprise at the appearance of these two unexpected intruders, only the anger that still did not retreat was dancing in his eyes.

"My target is KUUGA, not you, Daguber."

His voice was so cold, the emotionless coldness in his words almost froze Kousaka's soul through his flesh.

"Don't give it to me, it's in the way."

Red flames lit up from the gaps in Daguba's hands that were pinching his neck, driving away all the coldness that permeated Kousaka's body. Then, the unprecedented pain made him howl uncontrollably.

“Uhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

A raging flame erupted from Daguba's palm, igniting Kousaka's entire body and turning him into a human torch.

This is a raging fire formed from the high-energy particle flow produced by the decomposition of microscopic particles. He once used this trick to ignite the entire Tokyo, forcing Zaimokuza to start a life-and-death battle with himself.

This is also the ultimate torture. The flames will never go out unless every inch of the body is decomposed. Kousaka's screams echoed in the tower, illuminating Zaimokuza's terrified face and Daguba's indifferent eyes.

"Mr. Kousaka!!!!!"

"Well--"

In Kousaka's vision, blurred and distorted by the flames, he saw the familiar figure hugging Daguba from behind, trying hard to pull him away to stop it all, but the latter simply ignored him, and his body did not move at all no matter how frantically Zaimokuza kicked and punched him.

Even after turning back into human form, Daguba was still essentially the Angel of Destruction whose power was enough to set the entire planet on fire. This level of punches and kicks had no effect on him at all.

When his body was set on fire, Kousaka could only scream and smile bitterly in his heart. Why is it happening again?

In less than half a day, or less than three hours in his opinion, he once again suffered the treatment of being burned like a plague pig.

His thoughts gradually became blurred by the brutal burning of the fire. Before he completely lost consciousness, the last thing Kousaka saw was Zaimokuza holding Daguba tightly, his face almost shedding tears.

Idiot, run away with your future self...

wow——

A sharp sound of breaking wind pierced his ears, and a clenched fist passed by Kousaka's cheek. The wind from the fist alone extinguished the flames burning all over his body, and then the fist hit Daguba's face, which suddenly showed an expression of astonishment.

This punch directly deformed his face, and his slender body flew out like a baseball hit by a bat due to the rebound force, rolling a long distance on the bricks of the tower.

In this short period of time, Kousaka, whose body was burnt black, fell backwards. Before he lost consciousness, he felt himself falling into a warm embrace, and a face half soaked in blood appeared before his eyes.

Looking at this familiar face, he subconsciously wanted to say something, but as the other party covered his eyes with his other hand, Kousaka suddenly lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

"Ugh?"

Zaimokuza, who fell to the ground, stared blankly at Daguba who was getting up in the distance, then turned back to look at the white-haired man who was holding the seriously injured Kousaka and slowly kneeling down. The sudden change between life and death made his brain almost unable to react.

“…Really.”

Gently placing the unconscious Kousaka aside, Zaimokuza, covered in blood, looked at the dazed white-haired boy next to him. He smiled for the first time in this battle, and his smile was particularly helpless.

"In the end, you guys came anyway."

"The future...me."

For the first time, Zaimokuza heard this man's voice at such a close distance. The underlying tone of his voice was almost identical to his own, yet there was a certain decisive difference.

That was a firmness and strength that he had never possessed before, a clarity that had been washed away by time. It was this decisive difference that completely distinguished the two people who had the same origin.

"Although this isn't the first time we've met, it should be the first time we've spoken face to face like this, right?"

A hand came towards him, pressed on Zaimokuza's hair and rubbed it, and he said softly, "Zaimokuza."

"Nice to meet you... the former Zaimokuza Yoshiteru."

"you……"

Feeling the warmth of the palm above his head through his hair, staring blankly at the man's gentle eyes, Zaimokuza stammered.

"You, you still—"

"…Sorry, I have a lot to say, but it looks like our chat time is over."

Pulling his hand back, Zaimokuza stood up shakily. He turned to look at Daguba who had already stood up and clenched his fists.

“KUUGA——isn’t this standing up!?”

Daguba tilted his head and spat out a bloody tooth to the side, covering his face, but his expression did not show any anger. On the contrary, when he saw Zaimokuza standing up, the anger in his eyes was replaced by joy and happiness in an instant.

"Come on, keep fighting with me!"

Six pitch-black wings suddenly pierced through the clothes from behind and stretched out, enveloping Daguba's body. Pitch-black light bloomed from the gaps between the wings.

The next moment, the wings opened, and a strong wind blew out of nowhere, blowing up the hair on Zaimokuza's forehead, revealing his clear blue eyes.

"—"

On the contrary, Zaimokuza, who took over and hugged Kousaka, only felt a terrifying pressure falling on his heart at this moment, which made his brain go blank in an instant, and his heart rate began to spontaneously slow down and slowly became weak.

But as "Zaimokuza" took a step forward to stand in front of the two of them, the huge pressure that was coming towards them was also isolated by him. Zaimokuza, who was relieved, gasped for breath, and dense cold sweat immediately seeped out of his forehead.

"Take good care of Mr. Kousaka..."

Zaimokuza heard these words and a golden light appeared in front of him. When he looked up, he saw the black warrior who appeared again and the black fallen angel who opened his wings in the distance.

But compared to Daguba, whose injuries have been completely healed, Zaimokuza now looks horrible. The originally majestic black armor is covered with dense white cracks, and a faint white light is emitted from these cracks. Even the blue compound eyes look so dim.

Even the Yamadam spirit stone worn around the waist could not avoid it. The spirit stone, which was tougher than all known substances on Earth, was also covered with cracks, and the light it emitted flickered, like the wail of the spirit stone itself.

Anyone could see that he had already reached his limit. The proof was that he couldn't even stand steadily, and he was swaying as if he would fall down at any moment.

But even so, Zaimokuza stood up, stood in front of the two people who were unable to resist, and faced the most powerful enemy in his life.

"Stop……"

Having anticipated what was about to happen, Zaimokuza, who was hugging Kousaka, spoke with trembling lips, his bloodless lips humming.

The dark warrior did not answer. He took a step forward and rushed towards Daguba who was also coming towards him.

Both parties took a step at the same second, and arrived in front of each other in the next moment, swinging their fists at each other's vital points.

Click.

The fists of both sides hit the belts around their waists. The punch was silent and no unusual phenomenon occurred.

Because they each put all their strength into this punch, under the extreme compression, not even any aftermath was produced, and all the strength hit the other party with this punch.

However, in this collision of punches, only one cracking sound was heard.

Buzz…………

Under the pressure of the pitch-black fist, the azure spirit stone emitted a long humming sound. The humming sound was so long, like the last cry of the spirit stone itself before death.

Then, the blue light blooming in the spirit stone slowly dimmed, and the azure color disappeared completely in the silence, turning into a dead gray color that had never been seen before.

This color is different from all the colors before. It is the dullness of life that has completely disappeared. The function of the entire spirit stone has completely stopped at this moment.

Even the ultimate weapon, capable of infinite evolution, cannot escape its inevitable fate of destruction.

When the spirit stone became dim, the black armor became transparent and faint, and the man covered in blood appeared again.

His restored fist slipped from Daguba's belt, and a glaring crack was carved on the pure golden devil-shaped belt, tearing the hateful devil's face apart.

There was a snap, the sound of a knee hitting the ground, and the man knelt down silently.

Then he fell to one side.

——This time, the man named "Zaimokuza Yoshiteru" never stood up again.

"——!!!"

The fallen figure was reflected in his violently trembling pupils. Zaimokuza opened his mouth, but felt that his vocal cords had lost the ability to resonate at this moment, and he could not utter even a single syllable.

After a long, long time, or perhaps not very long, a cry almost like crying was heard from the silent tower.

"--don't want!!!!!!"

……

The space that had been completely drenched in darkness was collapsing, while Xu Guoliang, who was leaning on a sword, lowered his head without any reaction.

His eyes, hidden by his blood-stained hair, were so dim at this moment, and all the light of hope had faded from them.

"..."

Looking up at the surging darkness above, Xu Guoliang's blood-stained face was filled with a strange calmness, which was the indifference that came from accepting his fate.

He saw it all, including the end of the man who could be said to be his friend.

They lost, and the world lost too. Just like what had been seen in countless world line observations before, the world ultimately could not escape the fate of being swallowed by darkness.

But they had tried their best and exhausted all their wisdom, but even so they still failed.

Then there is nothing to regret, because everyone has done everything they can, and failure after trying their best is not unacceptable.

This result can only be said to be a matter of fate, but they have tried their best, and that is enough.

……Is it really?

Actually, there is still that little bit of unwillingness, Xu Guoliang smiled self-deprecatingly.

But what could be done? The last hope was gone, and there was nothing left to do.

Now all he can do... maybe is to maintain the status quo until the end, and fall asleep before witnessing the disappearance of this world.

He lowered his head and looked at Glytidhid, whose silver-white sword was gradually being eroded by darkness, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry for leaving all this on you... Rest well."

hum-

Glyutidehede let out a clear cry, and the speed of the surrounding space collapse suddenly accelerated at this moment. In a short moment, except for the book that remained under his feet, the entire space had been completely shattered.

In the pitch-black space, a book glowing with golden light was suspended. Above it was a raging, burning purple ring of fire and darkness, and below it was a blue planet.