In the courtyard of This Pill's courtyard, Cut Long Hasebe, who was dressed in a tactical deployment suit, stared at the time converter expressionlessly.

Several heavy footsteps came from not far away, from light to heavy, and from far to near. Finally, they slowed down and stopped behind the gray-haired broadsword.

"Hasebe -kun!" Candlestick Tachibana frowned and called out nervously.

Beside him were Ge Xian Kan, who had a solemn look on his face. Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who had hurried over and stood still with a stunned look on his face, the expressionless Tarō Tarō, and the flustered Five Tigers Retreat.

The purple-haired Fu Mourning God swallowed and took a firm step forward. "Hasebe, it's okay. Let's think of a way together."

The gray-haired Fu Mourning God lowered his head and remained motionless.

"This is really …" Behind Gokusen Kanazane, Tsurumaru Kuninaga came late wrapped in a quilt. KingTong widened her eyes unconsciously and was full of surprise. "I'm frightened."

"Hasebe."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked back and saw that The Inquisitor, who had always been lazy, had a sullen look on his face. He walked step by step to the front of the Fu Mourning God as the crowd made way for him. "You need to rest."

Ji Kai spoke, as if the person who had turned into a stone statue had finally moved.

He trembled and touched the start button of the converter with his finger. His voice was hoarse.

"The Inquisitor … It's not your fault …"

He gave a sarcastic and bitter smile and paused for a moment. Just when everyone thought he was going to say something else, he slammed the start button.

A thin golden light enveloped his figure.

The gray-haired broadsword, who had been lowering his head and turning his back to the crowd, finally had the courage to raise his head and look at his companions who had been with him for only three days.

They were Gokusen Kanazane, who always cared too much about elegance; Candlestick Tachibana, who could handle all kinds of things with ease; Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who was very shy in the quilt but handsome and powerful in battle; Tarō Tarō, who was dignified and peaceful; Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who always liked to scare people; and the cute, clever, brave, and fearless Five Tigers Retreat …

These broadswords had just appeared and lacked combat experience. However, at the same time, they were so beautiful and powerful.

In them, he saw himself a long time ago …

Hasegawa let out a long sigh. Then, he suddenly lowered his eyes and laughed. His laughter was very light, but his purple eyes were wide open. It was as if he was relieved of all his restraints.

. Please ….......................

. The man's whisper in the wind dissipated along with his fading figure.

The golden light dissipated, and the courtyard returned to its original state.

Except for the disappearance of the One Vibration Broadsword, there was no difference.

"Mr. Hasebe!" The silver-haired boy came back to his senses and shouted as he ran towards the time converter.

Someone stopped him. "Ready-chan, you stay here with Gokusen and Candlestick Cutting."

"But Master …" The Five Tigers Retreat's eyes were red, and he sounded like he was about to cry.

Why did this happen?

Not long ago, Mr. Hasebe was in the bathroom with him …...

"Tarō Tarō, Yamamochi Kokuhiro, you two come with me."

Ji Kai handed the boy to Candlestick Cutting, tapped the Fu Mourning God twice, and walked towards the time converter.

His intention was self-evident.

Gokusen Kanazane pleaded, "My Lord, please leave this matter to us. We will definitely bring Cut Long Hasebe back safe and sound!"

"Gokusen is right. My Lord, the battlefield is too dangerous!" Candlestick Tachibana followed behind Ji Kai, trying to change the man's mind.

"Time is of the essence. In this state, you should wait for me to come back in This Pill."

Ji Kai was unmoved and explained his selection criteria. Gokusen and Candlestick Cutting were both in their underwear and were not by their side. Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was only wrapped in a white sheet and whose hair was still dripping with water, was very self-aware and did not speak.

"I'm your lord."

Ji Kai looked at the group of Fu Mourning God around him and smiled faintly. "Trust me."

The golden light shone and drowned out the figures of The Inquisitor and the two Vibrating Swords.

*

This was an unknown highland.

It was cold and desolate, and the cold rain pitter-pattered. Not far away, the lights of the village lit up, becoming brighter and brighter in the gradually darkening sky.

It looked very warm.

Smelling the aroma of food in the air, Cut Long Hasebe raised his head. The rain fell on his eyelashes and blurred his originally clear vision.

The rain became heavier. He used his sleeve to wipe his eyes and decided to find a place to hide from the rain.

He had to avoid the direction of the village.

One Vibration had already begun to dim, and the aura of the sword alone was enough to scare ordinary people.

If the Tracing Army was led to the village because of this, he, alone, would not be able to stop those bloodthirsty monsters.

A sword that could not be used by its master had no value to exist. As for a defective product that was unprotected and could not be destroyed by others, that was the only thing he could do.

Fu Mourning God turned back and headed into the depths of the forest.

The light slowly faded away, and the darkness became deeper and deeper. It was like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, swallowing this confused and frustrated soul step by step.

There seemed to be a big hole in a place.

Sadness and despair were like a torrent, flowing into his limbs and bones.

As the last trace of human light disappeared, Gray Hair Saber felt that he had fallen into an abyss that he could not escape from.

Every time I met him, he would endure and sacrifice for me. He even told me that he was willing to do so no matter how long I had to wait …

You don't know, I had goosebumps on the spot.

He said these words so that others would be grateful to him and make it up to him, right?

There are so many normal swords. Who has the time to accompany him to play the bitter drama of a master and servant every day?

Hah.

The familiar voice, the unfamiliar tone, it was the undisguised true thoughts.

Sentence by sentence, it replayed in his mind.

The Hasegawa Division didn't want to care, they wanted to laugh, they wanted to mock and ridicule, they wanted to pull out the thorns that pierced their hearts one by one, and then they ruthlessly threw them to the ground.

But he could not do it.

He could not do it at all.

The sincerity he had once given was nothing but endless trouble to The Inquisitor who served him.

The things that he had tried his best to endure were just natural and logical things to do with Honmaru's victory and battle achievements.

The unspoken desires he had hoped for, the beliefs he had feared, and the beliefs he had tried to prove were insignificant, unimportant, and meaningless.

Is that so?!

Since I can't achieve the best, why should I be awakened?

Since I can't win, why should One Vibration Saber exist?!

Since no one wants it, no one needs it, what is this human posture, this continuous breathing, this beating heart for?!

And why do I have to suffer so much?!

His footsteps were too heavy to continue. Cut Long Hasebe leaned against the tree trunk and slid down.

The rain that poured down was violent, merciless, and equally washed everything between heaven and earth.

It was a familiar night.

A nightmare that could not be forgotten.

The guilt that could not be escaped.

The enemies who had fought countless times appeared in the darkness, surrounded by the aura of death. They roared with all their might, strong and fearless. They killed one, and the next one took their place. They were endless, indifferent to the lives of their companions, and only had eyes for receiving orders.

Perhaps this was the form that swords should be in.

They were just tools, just sharp weapons. Breaking was inevitable, and they did not need to be cherished.

This was the value of their survival.

Emotions and hearts were too painful. It was a hundred times more tragic than a broken abdomen or a broken limb.

Hahahahaha …

Cut Long Hasebe laughed out loud. He laughed so hard that tears flowed out of his eyes, and his palms were bleeding.

No, he did not want to become like them!

Not even if he died!

His name was Cut Long Hasebe, and he was once cherished and treated well. Even if he died, he would not become like the enemy!

In the darkness, a silver blade cut through the rain, and the shadow that suddenly appeared was split into two.

"Chop!"

Cut Long Hasebe roared. He swung his sword, and blood splattered everywhere. "As long as I live … I will not let you succeed!"

*

"Over there!" Somewhere in the forest, Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly shouted, and took the lead to run in the other direction.

Ji Kai's eyebrows were heavy.

The forest was vast, and the branches and leaves were dense. Coupled with the increasingly heavy rain, the three of them searched the forest for a long time without any results.

The Inquisitor, who had been briefed by the two Fu Mourning God about the Dark Descent and had deduced the general process of the mutation, felt very, very, very guilty.

Not long ago, Yamamochi Kokuhiro had said under the blanket, "He's injured and won't last long."

This sentence was like a flash of lightning in the darkness, and it illuminated a vague part of Ji Kai's mind.

He finally understood why every time he thought about crushing Hasegawa, he felt a little uncomfortable and strange in his heart!

Because Cut Long Hasebe had the attitude of an adult, when he noticed that the other party's emotions were abnormal, he still convinced himself not to intervene, citing the fact that every adult had the responsibility to take care of themselves.

He let Fu Mourning God do it himself, and because the other party did not raise any objections, he tacitly agreed. After seeing the other party take a bath and change his clothes, he did not ask any questions and assumed that the treatment was over.

The unstable breathing and heavy footsteps were only a matter of time and rest.

All of these were his natural conjectures.

He was a person who was afraid of trouble.

But if his fear of trouble brought the wrong information to the other party and caused harm, then he would have an undeniable responsibility.

For the first time, Ji Kai realized that this game was different from other games.

Fu Mourning God was a tool for battle, but This Pill of Shared Life and so many possibilities of daily life determined that Fu Mourning God was not just a tool for battle.

Even someone as egotistical as He Tian felt this difference, which was why he wanted to escape …

The sound of fighting came from the front. Ji Kai sighed and gathered his thoughts.

The three of them ran out of the dense forest and saw that in the open space before them, dozens of Time Reversal troops shrouded in black gas were fighting with people ahead.

This was the first time Ji Kai had seen the so-called "enemy."

His first impression was that they were ugly, very ugly, very ugly!

They were like the undead that had crawled out from the garbage dump of hell.

There was a white bone-like snake-like creature with two huge horns on its head and a sharp blade in its mouth, flying in the air. There were a few huge hybrid spiders. The upper half was a person with no hands or legs, with disheveled hair and a pale face. The lower half was six huge spider legs, and the front claws were extremely sharp blades. They formed a tight encirclement.

The remaining spiders barely looked like humans. Their feet were beast claws, and there were bone spurs on their knees. They wore bamboo hats or large hats and carried large blades. They were the main force of the battle and were attacking crazily.

The man who was fighting with them was also a little different from when he left.

His clean and tidy robes had already become tattered and tattered, turning into a pile of rags.

His exposed torso was more robust, and his bulging muscles bulged with blue veins, like ferocious insects entrenched on them.

He was holding a blade with his legs bent, and his whole body was covered in blood. The stench of rotting flesh wafted in the air, like a ghost that had crawled out from a pile of corpses.

It was very difficult to distinguish them just by their breath.

The dark fall was in progress.

"Unclean things …"