Chapter 670 Two Fathers

Not even dead.

This was Sasaki Kiyomasa's first thought after waking up.

After the explosions, attacks, and merciless attacks, how could he still survive? Show mercy? No, it should be said that rather than killing himself, he would rather put this blame on himself...

In the caged ward, amidst the monotonous rhythm of mechanical heartbeats, Sasaki opened his eyes and saw the cold incandescent light above his head.

"The wounds have been bandaged. The damage to the lungs and liver will take some time to recover, but it is not a big problem. Excessive blood loss is not a big deal for the sublime. You can just lie down for a while. .”

Behind the blue curtain, there is an old figure sitting upright.

Without caring about the patient's body, he smoked a cigarette for an unknown amount of time, and the whole cage was filled with smoke. The buzzing exhaust fan was spinning rapidly, but the pungent smell still made Sasaki cough.

He lowered his head in silence and saw his almost torn body that had been put back together again. Finally he saw his right leg, as well as the brace and plaster installed on it.

"What's wrong with my legs?" he asked.

Before fainting, he had no memory of having such scars.

"I interrupted it myself." The old man outside the curtain said, "Just to be on the safe side."

"It's such a painstaking effort, Inujie sticks to it."

Sasaki smiled indifferently and closed his eyes.

The mockery did not make Inujiang furious. The old man just knocked the cigarette stem casually on the table. After knocking out the ashes, he filled a pot of shredded tobacco, pressed it carefully, and lit it again.

"This is for your own good," he said.

Sasaki said nothing.

"Don't worry Zatoichi, that guy is much more cunning than you and has already escaped." Inujiang said, "It's beyond my expectation that a blind man can use something like a shock bomb."

Sasaki's fingers contracted slightly, but there was no response.

What else is there to say?

He jumped into a trap.

From beginning to end, it was an ambush against himself.

It's just that he was outnumbered, but he was captured by mistake, and was accused of being a murderer. He couldn't even die innocently, it was like a joke.

“Since you’ve left, why bother coming back?

Inujiang sighed softly: "I heard that you lived a good life in the Ivory Tower, and you also have a new job and a new life. You shouldn't come back..."

"You shouldn't have revealed your whereabouts when you killed Satomi Kujiu, right?"

Sasaki suddenly raised his eyes, and a sharp and sharp aura suddenly appeared in his rough and haggard appearance, like a samurai pressing the hilt of his sword, and asked coldly.

Inujiang didn't speak, just smoked his cigarette in silence.

Not denying any of this.

It was him who killed Satomi Buju with his own hands...

The person who took action that night was not the murderer, but Inujiang.

Sasaki, who had been taught swordsmanship by Inue, saw this scene clearly in his eyes at the moment he recalled it.

"After all these years, Inujie Shizong, you still haven't gotten rid of the habits of Xue Zhen and Zan Xin." Sasaki asked softly: "Why? Or, you... did it on purpose?"

Why did you pretend to be a murderer and kill him?

Inujiang said nothing.

But Sasaki pressed forward step by step and raised his voice: "Because Bujie knows who the real murderer is, right?! Once he tells it and is used by someone with intentions, the Satomi family will be completely destroyed... because of the murderer." Hidden in Satomi’s house!”

"No, I am the murderer. You guessed it wrong, Sasaki."

The old man behind the curtain knocked on the cigarette rod in his hand, and after knocking off the last ash, he stood up slowly, bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry for framing you."

"I fell into the evil way and was addicted to the pleasure of killing people. When people get old, they will feel the decline of strength. Unwilling to grow old, I chose the secret ritual of drinking blood to maintain my vitality."

He said calmly: "Don't worry, when the matter is over, I will surrender to the Luming Hall, plead for a caesarean section, and avenge your injustice. Before that, please have a good rest, everything will be settled soon." "

Just like that, after taking a few steps back, he turned around and left without any nostalgia.

"What a nonsense reason is this!"

But the man who was tied to the hospital bed was not happy because he could wash away his grievances. Instead, he became furious and roared angrily: "Inujie! Inujiang! What on earth are you doing!"

"Doing the right thing."

Inue replied without looking back, "Do what a samurai should do... In this way, the Satomi family will be preserved."

"Are the things that have been preserved really the original Satomi family?"

Sasaki struggled hard, regardless of the scars cracking and blood spreading, "You are so shameless, old guy, do you really know how to write the word shame! Are you worthy of the Satomi clan who has always trusted you as the leader!"

Inujie paused for a moment, then became indifferent: "You and I are both samurai, and we should know the importance of kindness. Don't assume that others will be judged like wild dogs, and be honest."

"Wild dogs also know right from wrong!"

Inujie was silent for a moment, amused.

He shook his head indifferently.

Realize how ridiculous this argument really is.

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. As long as the Satomi clan can survive, as long as it can be maintained...even if it's just an empty shell, I can go and accept the punishment from Tadashi-sama after my death."

The rickety old man looked at him one last time and said goodbye tiredly: "There's only so much I can do."

Regardless of the angry roar behind him.

He closed the door.

"Keep an eye on him."

Finally, he said to the supervisor: "If you act rashly, there is no harm in killing him."

The supervisor nodded indifferently.

Inujiang didn't look back, he went straight up, passed through all the layers of defense, and saw Kakuyama waiting at the door.

"Where are the people?" he asked.

"Already arrived." Kakuyama said, "Waiting for you."

Inujiang nodded and walked straight towards the heavily guarded quiet room.

Go through the corridors and portals and open the last paper door.

When he saw the young warrior kneeling under the calligraphy and painting, he seemed to have foreseen something, with his eyes lowered and his expression without any fluctuation.

I can't see the impulsiveness and impatience that I deliberately show in my daily life.

He no longer concealed the dark and evil intent in his eyes, like those of a fox.

"Thank you for your long wait. Please be quiet."

Inujiang closed the door behind him and sat across from him: "I think you should know why I came to you today."

"Yes, you have to work hard and eradicate the traces for me."

The young samurai bowed his head, sat down, and thanked the old man: "I originally thought that a person like me would not be able to hide from an elder like Mr. Inujie. It seems that this day will come sooner than I expected. "

He said: "I am a murderer."

He responded to Inujie's questions honestly and straightforwardly without any concealment.

However, Inujiang could not feel any anger or sadness, only feeling deep fatigue in numbness.

There are too many waves, too many storms.

There are too many changes.

Unconsciously, everything became completely different from before, completely different from what he knew.

But after so many years of being clumsy, he couldn't even feel the fear when such a huge loophole appeared in front of him.

Instead, I had the urge to smile bitterly.

The day finally came.

"...You did better than you said, Jiujing, better than everyone else. I didn't even doubt you before Bu Jing fled."

In the silence, he lowered his eyes, almost pleading, and sighed softly: "Just stop it, Jiujing, there is still a chance to save everything."

In the silence, no one spoke.

During the long silence, the young warrior seemed to be distracted.

He raised his head blankly and stared at the solemn quiet room in front of him.

A long time, a long time.

"Mr. Inue."

He said softly, "I have two fathers."

"I had a father who was a useless person. He raised me up, thought he was loving, and thought he could gain power... and a father who was an arrogant and shallow man who turned me into what I am now. I think I am generous and I think I can make everyone happy.

One of them taught me apathy, the other taught me pain. "

"But now, both of my fathers are dead."

He lowered his head and smiled as if he was mocking himself:

"I still remember how loving and kind my biological father was before my mother passed away. I also remember how high-spirited and ambitious my adoptive father was when he first came to power."

"But until the end, they were never able to gain happiness. All they gained were pain and death. They were never able to fulfill their wishes, even if they lost everything, even themselves were transformed beyond recognition."

He said, "Maybe they shouldn't have been born in this family, like me."

Just like that, the young warrior calmly bowed his head and apologized to the old man in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Inue, for violating your expectations and trust."

"There is no turning back for me."

"..."

Should I say it was anger or regret.

But Inujie found that he could not feel anything, only a feeling of loss and emptiness, indescribable sadness, "Such a city could have been entrusted to the family..."

"No, Mr. Inue, I don't want to go to the Satomi family."

Satomi Jiujing said: "I just want to destroy it."

At that moment, the young samurai drew his sword!

But, it's too late...

Inujiang lowered his eyes sadly, not wanting to look anymore.

As early as the moment he walked into this quiet room, he had already fallen into a tight siege. Now the eight dogs of the Satomi family are already lurking outside the quiet room.

As long as there is a slight movement in Jiujing, there is only death waiting for him.

In the silence, there was the sound of chopping.

The scarlet color spurted out, dyeing the calligraphy and paintings on the wall red.

When the turbid blood dripped again and fell back on Inujiang's face, he slowly raised his head in a daze and looked at the unharmed Jiujing in front of him.

There were also five fingers coming out of his chest... from behind him.

Corner Mountain.

The silent and determined warrior did not draw his sword, but just raised his five fingers together, and the sharp edge like gold and iron tore the back of the old man's heart, took out the heart, and stabbed it out from the chest.

Slowly tighten the grip.

It makes the weak and throbbing heart fall apart.

"...Kakuyama, when?" he asked tiredly.

"Since a long time ago, Inujie-sama."

The indifferent samurai replied without any expression: "Kujing's thoughts are the same as mine: all that can be brought to the Satomi family by living in such a lingering condition is pain with no end in sight, just like what you have been feeling. …”

He had already felt it the moment the mixed-race girl who was barely living a peaceful life in a corner of peace was involved in this ugly storm.

What kind of hell has the Satomi family that he was guarding turned into?

"It's time to end this," he said.

Inujiang panted tiredly, raised his eyebrows, laughed as if mocking himself, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

Kakuyama slowly retracted his hand, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away the blood.

But Jiu Jing held the knife and stepped forward step by step.

"Thank you for your care and sacrifice over the years. Satomi is very sorry for your expectations." The sword slowly raised and pointed at Inujiang's neck. Jiujing said his final goodbye: "Please rest."

At that moment, a roar of thunder erupted.

Lightning bursts out of nothingness.

Because Inujiang opened his eyes, and from those turbid eyes, brilliant and fiery light burst out.

The aging and tired body reversed time at this moment. Regardless of the erosion of time and the entanglement of pain, he drew his sword, stepped forward, and slashed!

At this moment, the dying old lion burst out his last ferocious expression.

The miracle of Bafang came here and disappeared in an instant...

The two passed each other.

There was a deep scar on Jiu Jing's face, almost splitting the face into two. But now, the scars are slowly closing and quickly returning to like new.

I can't see how close I was to death.

In the sound of staggering footsteps, the blade in Inujiang's hand was shattered, and blood spurted out from his chest, taking away the last breath.

The old and broken body finally fell down, making a deep sound.

Like a bubble bursting.

Maybe it was the sound of waking up from a long daydream?

it is finally over.

I'm sorry, Lord Chuzo, I'm sorry.

I have...can no longer save...the Satomi family...

He closed his eyes for the last time and prayed silently.

Please, punish me...

I originally wrote two chapters, but something didn't look right no matter how I changed it, so I just cut out most of the last chapter and merged it together. After finishing the chapter numbers, I realized that this number is quite auspicious.