Chapter 38

The tall young man did not make up for it because the casual knife did not injure the target. He just put away the weapon that looked much longer than his height, lowered his head and used his feline-like pair of hands. Animal eyes looked at Miyako Eri.

After saying hello to her, he seemed to realize that there was someone behind her and followed her hand to look at Nakajima Atsushi who was blocked behind her.

When Miyako Eri grabbed his wrist from the other party, Nakajima Atsushi, who had been pulled to save his life, felt a stinging pain, and the sense of crisis in his heart soared. Tiny goose bumps began to appear from his wrist. spread to the body.

Feeling the needle-like shark sensation stimulating his neck, Nakajima Atsushi swallowed his saliva and was forced to raise his head to look at the young man whom Miyako Eri called "Sephiroth".

Then he faced the pair of cat eyes full of magic.

"!"

It's hard to describe how it feels to be looked at by eyes full of destruction and shark intent. Nakajima Atsushi's mind went blank. Even the thought of fear and escape no longer existed. He was just dumbfounded. Staring at the man, he seemed to have lost consciousness.

"Atsushi."

Miyako Eri's voice broke the frozen time, and Nakajima Atsushi suddenly came back to his senses. He lowered his head and avoided looking at Sephiroth, gasping for breath, and survived the disaster.

If he looked at it longer...would he be scared to death?

For no reason, Atsushi Nakajima had this idea.

"...You're still the same."

Seeing Miyako Eri's performance, Sephiroth withdrew his gaze and focused again on the white-haired girl in front of him.

He hummed softly, and there was no hint of ridicule in his voice, just a calm sigh.

"I like cowardly children like this."

He said this, and looking at Miyako Eri's expression, he suddenly felt a little nostalgic, "Same as you."

"..."

Miyako Eri, who was said so by the other party, did not In retort, she just remained silent for a moment, then sighed again and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, because I am also such a cowardly child."

She said this and stretched out her hand towards the other party, "So don't provoke me anymore."

Her bright red eyes looked directly at Sephiroth and said softly, "Wouldn't it be better to come back early?"

"Go back to my heart, my memory, and the seal I gave you."

Hearing this, Sephiroth grinned, revealing a smile that he couldn't tell whether he was happy or not. With a ferocious smile, he clenched the long knife in his hand, "What a pity," as he spoke, another knife fell with an unclear trajectory, splitting the ground where Miyako Eri was standing.

"People like me cannot become memories."

"Tsk."

Miyako Eri was not surprised by Sephiroth's sudden attack. She just pulled Nakajima Atsushi and avoided Sephiroth's attack again. He clicked his tongue, his expression clearly starting to get irritated.

"It's really not that simple."

But in this way, she could almost judge that Sephiroth was not too affected by the master of the superpower. He was just released from his heart by the other party's certain skills. .

He has his own consciousness, his own thoughts, and... his own swordsmanship.

"Hey, do you need help?"

When Miyako Eri led Nakajima Atsushi to avoid Sephiroth's attack, Gojo Satoru also helped from the side. He grabbed Nakajima Atsushi's other arm and lifted him off the ground. Lifting it up, the other hand clasped Miyako Eri's waist to relieve her.

"Needless to say?"

Miyako Eri was too lazy to respond to Gojo Satoru's battlefield humor at this time. She even rolled her eyes in an unladylike way, signaling Gojo Satoru to put Nakajima Atsushi down.

"That man is really troublesome. Even Mr. Gojo and I may not be able to stop him for long. The only way to solve this dilemma is to take the lead in getting rid of the man who released him," Miyako Eri spoke rapidly. After saying a series of words, he watched Gojo Satoru throw Atsushi Nakajima out of the battlefield.

"Please, Atsushi."

"...Wha...what..."

Nakajima Atsushi didn't react at all when he was thrown out of Sephiroth's attack range by Gojo Satoru, and his mind didn't even follow Miyako Eri's words. , he was still in a daze until Quan Jinghua, who was not far away, ran out from behind the bunker and dragged him all the way to the corpse fortress.

He muttered something blankly, and his body was still stumbling when he was dragged away.

It was only when Izumi Jinghua stopped worriedly and looked at him that she seemed to have come back to her senses.

Will die.

Dealing with that man...Miyako Eri will die.

Nakajima Atsushi's intuition told him this, and he had no doubts about his own intuition.

The strange man was so powerful that apart from indifference and violence, he couldn't even see any human emotion in his eyes.

It was as if he were from another dimension, looking down at himself.

God?

devil?

Nakajima Atsushi didn't know how to describe it. He just started to tremble after coming back to his senses and realizing Miyako Eri's words, "Eri-chan... will die."

Even someone as powerful as Gojo Satoru will die.

He was absolutely certain of this.

What was Miyako Eri's mentality that made her decide to block the man for a while and let him deal with the culprit?

he?

Let him be the key?

Let him be the hero?

He can't.

Especially since he doesn't even have any supernatural powers now, he is just an ordinary boy who is even a little malnourished compared to ordinary people.

Nakajima Atsushi's legs weakened and he fell directly to the ground.

He supported his body with both hands to avoid lying on the ground, but his arms began to tremble.

Big tears fell, mixed with the boy's crazy choking screams.

"I can't do it..."

"Why are you entrusting this matter to me..."

"Stand up."

Izumi Kyoka, who looked at him, calmly said to him before he could ask or answer his own question.

There was no pity or anger in his expression, he just looked quietly at the young man crawling and going crazy.

She waited for the boy to finish venting and then said, "Stand up, there is no time."

There was no extra time for the boy to calm down.

The danger of that white-haired man, even if she avoided the battlefield, she had deeply felt the oppression.

Different from the oppression she felt when she was at the port mafia before, that man gave her the dead silence of a battlefield.

In addition to the usual smell of blood and fire, there is also an indescribable and inexplicable and terrifying silence and the kind of madness hidden behind the silence.

Perhaps only Nakajima Atsushi, who has faced the opponent's mental oppression directly, can express that feeling more accurately, but Izumi Kyoka knows that even so, we must move forward.

"The time Eri bought for us cannot be wasted."

She said quietly what everyone understood, and then turned around, leaving no time for the boy to feel sorry for himself.

"I'm leaving first."

"Wait, wait -"

After hearing Izumi Kyoka's words, Atsushi Nakajima quickly looked up and saw only a petite figure from behind.

The words the other party said before leaving kept echoing in his mind.

"We can't..."

"We can't waste the time Eri-chan bought."

The boy murmured, wiping the tears from his face, steadying his trembling legs and feet, taking deep breaths several times, then taking steps, staggering Staggeringly, he followed the figure of Quan Jinghua.

Sephiroth saw Gojo Satoru throwing Nakajima Atsushi off the battlefield, but he did not stop him.

For him, the most important goal is not to maintain his own existence, but Miyako Eri.

This girl with white hair and red eyes is the meaning of her own existence.

If you want to destroy it, you must make this girl disappear.

No matter what is destroyed is the world or oneself.

The white-haired young man closed his eyes slightly and looked at Gojo Satoru indifferently.

The other party had just tentatively fired a shot of "Cang" at him.

He avoided it easily.

"Sure enough, it's not that simple."

It was not surprising that his attack failed, but this man still did not change his frivolous tone when facing a powerful enemy like Sephiroth, as if what he was facing was not a matter of life and death. He is not his enemy, but his colleague next door who is of a similar level to him and is vying for the best class teacher.

"I thought this shot would at least give you a sense of crisis."

Gojo Satoru said, tilting his neck and stretching his body.

"Eri-chan, the person in your heart is really scary. The teacher strongly recommends that you make an appointment for psychological counseling later."

"Don't say sarcastic words at this time."

Miyako Eri's mood was still a bit complicated. After hearing Gojo Satoru He couldn't help but roll his eyes at this tone.

"That man is not like any of the cursed spirits you have dealt with before, teacher."

She said so, her bright red eyes filled with that tall voice, and even her speaking voice became as light as a mosquito's whisper.

"He was once the strongest."

He was also my hero once.

"Hey, hey, don't be fooled by some universal scumbag."

Gojo Satoru's voice came clearly from his ears, and Miyako Eri was interrupted for a moment in a trance.

His tone sounded the same as before, but there was more teasing in his words.

"Teacher, I am also the 'strongest'."

Miyako Eri twitched the corner of her mouth, resisting the desire to retaliate.

She herself knew that it was inappropriate to be in a daze just now, but she really couldn't bear the thought of a man she had thought about for a long time suddenly appearing in front of her, even if he was just a "shadow".

Miyako Eri clearly knew that the man in front of her who looked like Sephiroth, had sword skills like Sephiroth, and even looked like Sephiroth in the way he looked at her, was just a shadow in his own heart.

But even the shadow can't stop her yearning.

Even if it's just for a few seconds.

She admitted that she still missed each other.

"I really... lost to you."

She sighed, looked up at the sky shrouded in white mist, and stretched out her hand.

"Please bring weapons and foreign aid, Miss Vanilla."

This candidate... is a little troublesome.

"Hahahaha - you are really a bold bastard who dares to attack this king's woman!"

Thousands of golden meteors came from the sky and landed here.