My youth story cannot be a knight war

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The double step music full of tacit understanding played at the same time, and Zaimokuza and Daguba took their steps towards each other at the same time.

The next moment, the black and white fists intertwined in the air and hit each other's chests!

Both fists hit the opponent's right chest at the same time. The armor of both men, which could remain intact even in the face of celestial-level force, exploded at the same time in a burst of thick blood. Both sides fell back together due to the reaction force.

——This is the only way to win nowadays, the purest and most primitive hand-to-hand combat, a fighting method that has been eliminated by today's humans.

With extremely strong physiques and endless energy, it can be said that Daguba and Zaimokuza both possess the toughest "spear" and "shield" in the world, and no external substance can harm their bodies.

In this situation, the only thing that can cause harm to them is the power of exactly the same level, and their fists perfectly meet this condition.

Only the sharpest "spear" can break the strongest "shield", and vice versa.

Blood splattered on the pitch-black bricks and stones. The fallen parties struggled to stand up and ran towards each other again.

Another punch, this time hitting each other in the face, and their blood splattered, staining the other's face red.

After both sides lost their interference with the elements of this world, thick black clouds surged in from the end of the sky again, pouring down like heavy snow far more than before, staining the fists swung by both sides.

“——Hahahahahaha!!!”

Suddenly, a crazy laugh rang out, and Daguba's tightly closed mouth opened, and a laugh of extreme joy came out of his mouth.

"..."

On the contrary, heavy breathing sounded from the throat of Zaimokuza, who had been silent until then.

……

"Yihui, you're back... Is the exam over?"

Heavy snow began to fall outside the window. In the silent room, the old man, who could no longer see clearly, felt the warm hands holding his own, and intuitively determined that it was his most beloved grandson.

"How did you do on the exam?"

"Don't worry, grandma..."

Holding his grandmother's hands, Zaimokuza said with a smile.

"I'm in great shape! This time, I'll definitely get into Sobu High School. I've kept my promise."

"Really? That's good, that's good..."

The old man listened to his grandson's words, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he spoke softly.

"Sobu High School...it's a good school. You must study hard, make good friends, don't play around too much, and work hard to get into a good university..."

"I certainly will, Grandma."

Looking at the two people talking beside the bed, Zaimokuza's father's eyes were stunned and he muttered.

"I remember now... Mom extended her hand just like that and kept talking. It was as if she was really talking to Yihui."

"But Yihui was still taking the exam at the time. It was impossible for him to come back at that time. I always thought it was because Mom was hallucinating..."

"... Time, was it actually messed up at that time?"

Staring intently at the smiling Zaimokuza, Ebina whispered.

"At that time, Yihui's grandmother was not hallucinating, but... was really talking to Yihui."

"But no one can see him."

Her eyes were heavy with worry because of this scene, and Yukinoshita replied to Ebina's words.

"Zaimokuza-san...in the cracks of time, he actually saw his grandmother for the last time."

"By the way, grandma, I have something I want to tell you."

Zaimokuza suddenly spoke, and the others quickly quieted down, listening to what he was about to say.

Holding his grandmother's hand, which was gradually losing its warmth, Zaimokuza spoke gently.

"Grandma, I did the other thing I promised you~"

"I have now written a story that you can read."

"Really?"

When the old man heard this, he tilted his head slightly towards the direction of the voice and asked Zaimokuza softly.

"Then can you... tell grandma this story? Grandma can't see now..."

"Yeah, no problem."

Holding this withered hand, Zaimokuza's voice of reading the story echoed quietly in the room, telling the story he had written.

"This story is about an ordinary boy who becomes a hero."

"That was a clumsy boy, a very, very clumsy boy. He couldn't do anything well without help from others~"

……

boom--! ! !

Both fists hit the opponent's already bloody abdomen again. The blood that spurted out from this blow was far more than before, and both sides flew backwards for a distance of nearly 100 meters in diameter before falling down.

As they fell, both sides stood up almost at the same time, rushed towards each other with whirlwinds exploding under their feet, and threw countless punches.

But this time, the injuries accumulated from countless previous attacks finally changed from quantitative change to qualitative change.

One of them was slower in punching due to his injury than before, so the other one dodged it with his head lowered, and then punched at his waist!

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and the azure rainbow spirit stone cracked under the dark heavy punch, and golden light bloomed from the cracks.

"--puff."

Zaimokuza's movements suddenly froze. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the fist that hit his belt. His mouthparts opened slightly and blood mist spurted out.

He took several steps back, covering his broken belt with both hands, his body trembling slightly because of the incomparable pain.

"--don't want!!!"

Seeing this scene, Rumi Hoshino suddenly dropped the cheering tools in her hand, covered her face with her hands and buried it in her brother's arms, and the people around her also made an uproar at the same time.

Holding his slightly trembling sister in his arms, Aqua's expression became extremely solemn, and he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Zaimokuza.

"Hahaha~!"

The laughter that sounded from the sky echoed in the ears of everyone in the world. Under their gaze, the black devil swung his fist again without any mercy and hit the trembling white warrior with his head down.

But this punch had no effect. He raised his arm and deflected the incoming fist to the side. Zaimokuza suddenly raised his head and looked at the face so close to him, and with his other hand, he clenched a fist and punched out!

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, this punch also hit the Kibolong on Daguba's waist.

Ka La~

The magic stone belt, which had never been damaged since the fusion became complete, made a cracking sound on the verge of exploding. The same golden cracks spread all over the evil ghost-like card, and Daguba's body immediately stiffened.

“Cough…ha…ha…”

But even though he was enduring the same pain as Zaimokuza, Daguba didn't utter a single groan of pain. The laughter still came from his throat, but it became intermittent due to the injury and could no longer be complete.

After suffering this fatal blow, Zaimokuza and Daguba's figures became distorted and transparent, and their black and white armor gradually disappeared.

Both of them transformed back into human form at this moment, no longer able to maintain their transformed state.

But even so, they still panted and stared at each other, their loose fists clenched again.

……

"This boy doesn't have a distinguished family background, nor is he a remarkable genius. He's just an ordinary person."

"However, he has many, many friends, and it is with the help of these friends that the boy is able to embark on the path of becoming a hero."

……

"For example, a boy has a very beautiful teacher, even though this teacher has all kinds of bad habits, such as smoking and drinking, being violent, and being eager to get married...all kinds of bad habits, she is simply the opposite of the word 'model teacher'."

"But it was this teacher who helped the boy establish his initial goal, which was to protect everyone's smiles."

In the silent and gloomy classroom, Shizuka Hiratsuka, wearing a white coat, stood by the window holding the picture album. She raised her head to look at the dense aurora and dark clouds in the sky, and the strength of her embrace on the picture album increased unconsciously.

……

"Furthermore, the boy met a beautiful and caring minister who wasn't very good at expressing herself. Under her supervision (laughs) and support, the boy didn't dare to stop for a moment and worked hard to move further and further on the road to achieving his dream."

"..."

Her fair fingers trembled as she stroked the words on the manuscript paper. Sitting in the office, Yukinoshita Yukino covered her mouth with her hand. She lowered her head and her shoulders trembled slightly.

"……Fool."

……

"And the boy was super lucky! On his way to realizing his dream, he met two wonderful girls. Both girls liked him and cared for him selflessly."

Standing on the rooftop of the Metropolitan Police Department, looking up at the heavy snow falling from the sky, Ebina Hina, holding an unlit cigarette, quietly let the snowflakes gradually cover her.

In a room on the top floor of a restaurant, Akiyama Mio, standing by the window, was also looking up at the falling snow piled on the skylight, her white hands clenched in front of her chest, speaking in a low voice.

"Mr. Zaimokuza..."

……

"But the boy's path to realizing his dream wasn't always smooth. A group of monsters sealed in ancient times revived. These evil monsters stretched out their claws towards innocent people. In order to protect everyone's smiles, the boy chose to fight these monsters."

"Even though this requires the use of violence, which I hate so much, boy..."

“I haven’t regretted it.”

"Pooh!"

This powerful punch hit Zaimokuza's chest, causing him to bend down. Then, both fists hammered into his back, forcing Zaimokuza to kneel down.

"Hahaha~"

Daguba was still smiling happily, even though the fragments of his organs mixed with blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his originally white clothes red, he did not restrain himself at all.

Reaching out and grabbing Zaimokuza's collar to pull him up from his knees, Daguba smiled and threw a punch at him again.

But another fist hit him in the face first, knocking him to the ground. Zaimokuza pounced on him and sat on Daguba to suppress his movements.

He raised his fist again, but a drop of scarlet crystal liquid slid down his cheek and fell on Daguba's face.

At some point, a light red liquid began to flow into Zaimokuza's eyes, and the liquid continued to overflow from the edges of his eyes, which were now bloodshot and scarlet.

Maybe it was blood? Or maybe it was tears? After they mixed together, it was impossible to tell them apart.

But one thing is certain.

“——Ah ...

He roared and punched Daguba in the face again. Blood splattered on Zaimokuza's face, dyeing the flowing liquid a deeper red.

It was clearly the blood flowing from the enemy, but Zaimokuza's expression at this moment was so painful, as if his heart was pierced by countless blades, and endless pain surged out of his pupils soaked in blood. It was a kind of pain that was beyond words and extremely tense, enough to shake the soul of every viewer.

——He was crying, his tears were silent but heart-wrenching.

"The boy really hates violence, very much. Using violence makes him feel as if his soul is being torn apart. He understands the pain that violence brings better than anyone else."

I don't know when it started, but no one offered support or voiced any more for this battle. Everyone looked at the man with tears and blood on his face, with indescribable emotions in their hearts.

"Mr. Zaimokuza..."

His pupils trembled slightly, and the coat slipped from his loosened palms. Togashi Yuta suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a... no, everyone in the world seemed to have made a huge mistake.

Everyone hopes that the hero can defeat the devil, bring peace and light back, and let smiles return to this world again.

But no one has ever thought about what the hero feels when fulfilling this mission.

He never liked fighting and was extremely disgusted with violence, but in order to protect everyone's smiles, he still set out on the road to the battlefield again and again, and returned every time covered in wounds.

Compared with the physical pain, the damage to the mind has accumulated over a long period of time and has reached an irreparable level.

—Zaimokuza’s soul had long been shattered into pieces.

Every time he swung a punch, it was not only the enemy that suffered heavy damage, but also his pure and innocent heart.

Just like that day, after knocking down the scum who insulted his family, Zaimokuza turned his back to everyone, rode on the vice-minister and waved his fists, his expression not being seen by anyone.

Behind that ferocious figure covered in blood and looking like a wild beast, was a crying face. At that time, Zaimokuza was always crying.

Even though every punch he punched hurt the person he hated for the first time in his life, even though he himself didn't realize it, tears had already flowed down his face at that moment, and they were also stained red with blood.

And the boy who cried that day is now shedding tears again.