My youth story cannot be a knight war

In a world where snow is falling like rain, loud laughter and roars never cease, accompanied by the dull sound of fists hitting flesh, which cannot be heard by anyone. It is the wailing of a broken heart.

"...Tsk."

The dark room was silent. The expression of Dalu Bingzang, who was standing by the window, was completely frozen by the scene he saw. Dila, who was sitting above him, made a dull smacking sound after the silence and turned his gaze away from the scene in the sky.

"This is truly... a scene that even makes me feel annoyed."

"how come……"

Chitanda Eru covered her mouth with her hands, her clear big eyes reflecting the crying face, while Deputy Minister Rishi and Ihara Mayaka around her had already closed their eyes and refused to watch any longer.

"..."

Oreki Houtarou was the only one who did not avoid the tragic scene, but the emotions deep in his eyes were extremely complicated, with shame and sadness flashing alternately in his emerald pupils.

……

"However, the boy was not defeated because he had two best friends who were always by his side and gave him the best help."

"The first friend was also the boy's first friend. Although he left the boy a long time ago, he has always lived in the boy's heart, guiding him and preventing him from getting lost in the pain in his heart."

"No matter what time, the boy always believed in this friend, believing that he was still the friend that the boy first knew."

"..."

In the ruined classroom, Hikigaya Hachiman, whose entire body was almost engulfed in the burning golden flames, leaned against the broken wall, quietly staring at the two figures in the sky who stood up again and punched each other, without saying a word.

The pair of dark pupils reflected the crying face, and it seemed that the boundless darkness in the eyes shook at some point, and the dead soul trembled slightly.

And then, the ripple dissipated.

……

"And the second friend is the boy's newest friend and his best friend now."

"Although he looks cold and indifferent, he is actually very kind. He has always been by the boy's side and fought alongside him. If it weren't for this friend, the boy might have fallen long ago."

In the dark tower, Kyosuke Kousaka relied on his excellent eyesight to run up the long stairs, but the spiral stairs extended upwards as if there was no end in sight, and no matter how fast he ran, he could not reach the end.

But he still did not stop, and continued to move forward without stopping, even though his physical strength had long been exhausted.

"——Zaimuzuo!"

Anxious cries echoed in the tower, but no one could hear them and no one could respond.

……

"And so, with the help of these friends—"

Supporting himself with his hands on the snow beneath him, which had been completely dyed red by his own blood, Zaimokuza staggered to his feet again.

The amount of blood he had shed was impossible to measure. All that was known was that even the clothes on his body were completely soaked with the rusty liquid. Every time he fell and rolled, he left a glaring mark on the snow, which intertwined to form a velvet carpet of blood and snow.

The blood flowing on Zaimokuza's face had completely solidified, and even his pure white hair was soaked with mostly bright red. His slender figure was like a swaying duckweed in the wind and snow, and it could fall down at any time.

Opposite him, Daguba, whose white clothes were also soaked red with blood, stood up. His mouth, which had been cracked after being hit countless times, still had a smile on its face, even though blood continued to seep out of his mouth with this movement.

hum-

The same buzzing sound rang out from the waists of the two men, and two cracked belts appeared at the same time, but they did not transform.

Only their right hands changed. Amidst the twisting, black and white armor covered their hands, and they were raised as they walked towards each other again.

This will be the final attack, because Zaimokuza and Daguba no longer have any extra strength, and both sides have reached their limits.

As they looked at each other approaching, suppressed growls sounded from their throats.

““——Drink aaaaaaahh ...

Then, he swung his fists.

The red blood splattered for the severalth time, completely staining the only pure white around.

"The boy became a hero who saved the world."

37. Shaking World (5K)

“This is the story I wrote.”

Zaimokuza Yoshiteru spoke softly, his words like piano music played in a church, echoing in the sacred pure land. Every crystal clear piece of stained glass in the light reflected the scenes of the beginning, transition, and end of this story.

It was a story that initially began in light, but later fell into a long eternal night due to the rotation of the world. The road was covered with thorns, and darkness and blood once dominated the theme of the entire story, making people unable to see hope and the future.

But in the end, the story finally saw its original light again, and the boy who started this story and his friends walked towards a glorious ending together.

"Yeah……"

The old woman listened quietly to every word her grandson said. After listening, she gave her evaluation of the story in a hoarse voice.

"...It's a really beautiful story."

"Right, right~ I knew you would like this story, grandma!"

Zaimokuza said with a smile, holding the palm that was gradually losing its warmth.

"This story is quite long. After the battle, the boy—"

"Yihui."

Grandma's hoarse words interrupted what he was about to say, and the hand that had no strength at this moment suddenly regained new strength and broke free from Zaimokuza's holding hands.

The old hand raised and stroked Zaimokuza's face, and the old man, whose eyes were completely blind, spoke softly.

"Will you cry now?"

Facing his grandmother's words, Zaimokuza still kept that smiling face, but his eyes were rippling with light like lake water.

“…No.”

He reached out to cover the hand that was touching his face and said with a smile.

"I already won't cry anymore."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

The old man smiled and spoke slowly, his voice becoming lighter and lighter, and the palm that was caressing Zaimokuza's face began to slide down gradually.

"...Then I'm...reassured."

Grandma closed her eyes, her weak breathing calmed down, and she fell into a peaceful dream.

Palm covering palm, feeling the lingering warmth in the palm, something crystal-clear briefly passed across Zaimokuza's face, and then was covered by the hand that belonged to his grandmother.

"Ah~ I will..."

"Sleep peacefully, grandma."

After he finished speaking, the old man's hand fell on the bed, and his fingertips seemed to be gleaming with the glimmer of some liquid.

The people in the room who had been watching all this finally ended their silence and made their own voices.

“Yihui…!”

Zaimokuza's mother covered her lips with her hands, tears streaming from her red eyes, while Zaimokuza's father lowered his head, his hands hanging on his knees, clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

Even Hiratsuka Shizuka, Yukinoshita Yukino, Ebina Hina and others fell into a long silence at this moment.

The whole room fell into silence in another sense again, with only the sound of someone sobbing echoing.

……

Heavy snow poured down, covering up everything that had calmed down. A strong wind blew over the top of the tower, rolling up blood-red snow petals.

In this bloody yet beautiful scene, two diametrically opposed figures stood face to face, drops of blood falling from their bodies, dyeing the snow carpet below, which had already turned completely bright red, with an even deeper hue.

The messy footsteps stepped on the snow, and each step buried the ankles deep in the snow, leaving behind extremely clear bloody footprints.

Daguba covered the cracked Kibolon magic stone on his waist with one hand and continued to retreat. After retreating about ten steps, he slowly knelt down, lowered his head and let out a laugh mixed with heavy breathing.

"Haha... cough cough... hahaha..."

Listening to the bursts of laughter coming from his ears, Zaimokuza, who was also half-kneeling, lowered his head, his right hand maintained a punching posture, and the white armor on his arm slowly faded away, revealing the arm that was already covered with scars and blood.

"A battle that... made my heart race. You're truly the best..."

Daguba raised his head, his mouth opened and blood that had turned dark purple flowed out, but compared to the tragic injury, a bright smile without a trace of gloom spread across his face.

He was smiling, a smile that came from the heart. It was the first time since the battle began that Daguba smiled so joyfully and naturally. There was no longer any strangeness or disharmony in his smile.

"You're so happy, KUUGA~?"

Crackling...

The golden face of the evil spirit cracked gently to the sides in the vertical cracks that were glowing with a crisp sound, and then began to gradually break into tiny golden fragments from bottom to top.

These fragments looked like they had never been put together before, but unlike the previous ones, the broken fragments this time dispersed into faint golden light and drifted away when they fell into the snow.

Kibolon is the toughest part of the Gurongi clan's body. It is also the source of their power and the door to their life. Even if they suffer terrible injuries, as long as Kibolon is still there, there is a possibility of recovery.

But when even Kibolon was shattered, even if it was still alive at this moment, its fate of death had already been announced.

When all of Kibolon was shattered and dissipated, a homogeneous stream of light began to appear on Daguba's body. As this warm light bloomed, fine cracks climbed and spread on Daguba's exposed skin, and golden light that was far denser than the surface of the body overflowed from these cracks.

Taking one last look at Zaimokuza, who was still keeping his head down and silent, Daguba curved his cracked lips into an arc and said with a smile.

"Let us meet again later."

--Snapped.

After saying this, Daguba's entire body shattered into pieces.

It was like a vase being dropped from a height and then shattered. Even the sound and sight of the shattering were exactly the same. The young man in the white clothes stained with blood was shattered into thousands of golden fragments.

The powerful force within his body also burst out as his form shattered. These fragments were further dispersed and shattered in the powerful flow of elemental particles, turning into a golden rainstorm composed purely of light.

The golden rain dispersed into the distance under the influence of the strong wind at high altitude, disappeared into the surging black clouds, and then fell towards the world below the tower under the influence of the high altitude wind.

With Nagano Prefecture as its center, this spreading rain of light radiated in a circular shape to the entire Japanese archipelago at an extremely fast speed. The rain of light fell to the earth, sank into thousands of rivers, sprinkled on plants, and was absorbed by animals.

On the devastated earth, millions of human beings looked at the countless golden points of light falling from the dark sky. The scene was so beautiful that it was beyond words. It was as if the gods had cast a ray of light on the earth that had suffered from disasters and hardships, illuminating the darkness and despair that surrounded this world.

"So beautiful~!"

On the rooftop of a building in the city, a little girl held in her mother's arms curiously reached out to catch a speck of light that floated close to her. She watched the tiny light gradually dissipate in her tender palm, and a happy smile appeared on her round face.

"..."

The shattered golden light evoked a faint breeze, blowing up the blood-stained white bangs and revealing the dull gray eyes.

The arm that pierced through his body and projected from his back turned into light and dissipated. Zaimokuza looked down at the arm that pierced his chest and saw the blood flowing out of the empty hole in his chest after it dissipated. He did not react at all.

This hole completely penetrated Zaimokuza's chest, and he could see the falling snowflakes and the gloomy sky behind him, and even the white bones and bloody organs inside.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, Zaimokuza slowly closed his eyes, his body slowly leaned forward, his white hair flew back, leaving streaks of light and shadows in the air.

Snapped.

Zaimokuza's face fell on the snow stained red by his own blood, his drooping bangs covering his face.

He fell down, and blood continued to flow out from the wounds that pierced his body, completely dyeing the snow where Zaimokuza fell red. The pure bright red excluded the original pure white.

……

"Ha ha--!"

Heavy gasps kept coming out of his open mouth, and his legs kept swinging for who knows how long. Kyosuke Kousaka only knew that most of his body had become numb due to extreme fatigue, and he could not feel the existence of his feet at all.

Even so, he did not pause for a moment, and continued to move forward step by step on this endless spiral staircase, crossing one step after another.

One hundred? One thousand? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand?

Takasaka didn't know that he was too lazy to remember these details. After his spirit had overcome the painful limit brought by fatigue, there was only one thought that supported Takasaka, who was now exhausted, to continue climbing upwards.

——Go to his side.

With this idea, which was almost an obsession, in his mind, Kousaka gritted his teeth and squeezed out the potential of his body, continuing to run until he had begun to get used to the pitch-black darkness.

The sense of time had lost its meaning in the darkness. Only the panting in his ears and the beating of his heart in his chest reminded Kousaka that he was running upwards.

I don’t know how long it took, but at the end of this endless darkness, a dim light suddenly appeared above.

The light was so dim and weak that it was almost invisible, but it fell clearly into the eyes of Kousaka who had been running in the darkness for a long time. It was firmly captured by his contracted pupils and became the only signpost in this dark world.

"!"

His brain, which had been gradually becoming drowsy due to exhaustion, suddenly became clear, as if a cold electric current ran through his cervical vertebrae. Powerful force was generated from the rapidly secreted adrenaline, and Kousaka's running speed increased instantly.