Chapter 677 Boundless Sea of Suffering·Freedom and Freedom
Damn it, you idiot, what do you want to do?
Let’s go!
Zatoichi wanted to roar like this.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he almost wanted to use the tranquilizer gun to shoot this idiot into a sieve, and then beat him severely. It would be best if he was paralyzed. Don't get into trouble again, please! Isn’t it good to be alive?
As a former companion and a close friend who fell in love at first sight, he should have done this.
But now, he couldn't stop Sasaki's behavior.
As a samurai, he couldn't help but feel... proud of his friend's loyalty and steadfastness.
In silence, Zatoichi held down the hilt of his sword: "If that's the case, let me..."
"No."
Sasaki interrupted him and said softly: "Please be sure not to interfere in what happens next - this is my duty and my mission."
"……I see."
Zatoichi nodded unwillingly and handed over the sword: "Then use it, Sasaki, you deserve it. Only this, don't refuse."
It was the sword owned by Zatoichi, the blind swordsman of all ages, and it was said to be a famous sword that coexisted with the heroes of Yingzhou.
The moment it fell into Sasaki's hand, the long sword known as the 'Pure Blade' began to buzz and vibrate, emitting a low chirp as if cheering.
This is the time to practice chivalry and settle grudges!
Jiu Jing's expression remained calm, staring into those eyes filled with murderous intent, and nodded respectfully and politely.
"Long time no see, Mr. Sasaki. It's been a long time. Greetings."
"Didn't I just meet you before, Your Excellency Jiujing?"
Sasaki stepped forward with his broken leg, stood ten steps away from him, and asked softly: "Why are you so hypocritical? Now that things have happened, there is no need to call him 'sir', right?"
"You were once my first teacher of swordsmanship. It's not too much to call me 'sir'." The young samurai narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed: "You are after all a samurai who once loyal to the Satomi family, right? What's the matter? Any reason to attack me?
"Because your stink can no longer be concealed, you murderer!"
Sasaki slowly drew his sword and told him calmly: "If I don't kill you here and let you destroy the Satomi clan, I will regret it for the rest of my life."
"Is there anything wrong with this? Isn't it wrong that a family that even a loyal person like Mr. Sasaki would exile in order to survive was destroyed like this?"
Jiujing shrugged and looked around at the ferocious scene where he had transformed into himself - the ugly face of the Satomi family hidden in the darkness, "This kind of place that only harbors evil and evil, we should simply destroy it. Could it be that Sasaki Sir, haven’t you ever thought about it this way?”
“Ever since I was exiled, there hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought this way.”
Sasaki answered calmly: "As a samurai, I feel ashamed to have such resentment against my former master, but I cannot restrain such thoughts and feelings.
But even so, I can't forget the kindness that my old master once bestowed upon me.
If you want to destroy all this, please step over my body. My life was given to me by the Satomi family, so now let me repay this life here. "
In the silence, Satomi Jiujing's smile gradually darkened, leaving only a cold look.
"You are no longer a samurai of the Satomi family, Sasaki Kiyomasa."
"It doesn't matter. When you became a murderer, didn't you also give up the honor of the Satomi clan?"
Sasaki nodded and replied in agreement: "I think this is very good, very good - now, it's just two homeless ronin dueling here."
Regardless of victory or defeat, this is just a fight between two wild dogs.
No harm to the Satomi family's clear name.
Just like that, he raised the blade and pointed it at his face.
Until the end, Sasaki felt grateful and proud of this.
He said: "Please draw your sword, the murderer!"
At that moment, Jiu Jing closed her eyes in disappointment.
When his eyes were raised again, they lost the calmness and smile they used to cover up, leaving only deathly darkness and coldness.
The last disguise is gone, and the face of the evil beast is revealed.
The bloody sword blade was raised.
Across the melting frost and dried blood on the ground, cold murderous intent rose up.
There is no need to use any language to express and describe it. The moment the decision is made, there is destined to be only one result - between the murderer and the ronin Sasaki, only one person will be able to leave alive.
Apart from that, there is no possibility.
The air froze between the cold light of the blade.
It's like the hands of time have stopped.
The world was silent, and even the sound of breathing was quickly fading away. Gone are the dizzying phantoms, the thirsty moans and the tense wails, the mind-numbing aromas and the heart-wrenching stenches.
Pure murderous intent chopped all these insignificant things into pieces.
All that remains are the eyes of each other and the sword in their hands.
It was obviously short, less than a moment, but in the senses, it seemed to be endless and turned into a terrifying torment like hell.
Until the bright light bursts out.
A violent thunder roared from the sky, tearing apart the barrier between him and his body. He stretched his body wildly and spread into a blazing thunder that reached the sky and the earth.
Falling from the sky!
The roars that overlapped in one place suddenly erupted, blending into the loud roar of thunder.
The samurai drew his sword.
After crossing a long distance, the fierce duel ended in an instant.
Evil spirits and samurai have already crossed paths.
Only blood spurted out from Sasaki's chest.
The indestructible pure blade fell from his hand and pierced into the soil. Immediately afterwards, a scarlet torrent spurted out from the crack in his chest.
One move in chess.
He was slow for a moment.
Victory or defeat is decided, life or death is decided.
"Unexpectedly, the person who finally came to ask for me on behalf of the Satomi family turned out to be a wild samurai who was not even qualified to announce the name of the family..."
Satomi Jiujing turned back, glanced at his opponent who fell to the ground, and sneered: "How ridiculous, Sasaki. Didn't anyone tell you that your swordsmanship is never worth mentioning?"
He seemed to have said something else.
But Sasaki could no longer hear clearly.
The familiar trance and sleepiness came over him again, hugging him and trying to pull him into the dark side of eternity.
It seemed like someone was shouting something loudly, but it was too far away and too vague.
He slowly closed his eyes.
"Stand up, Sasaki!"
In the darkness, a cold and old voice sounded from my ears: "Stand up, now! How embarrassing will it be for you to give up?"
teacher!
At that moment, he finally recalled where he was.
Who exactly is he?
"I am... Sasaki, Kiyomasa!"
He opened his eyes and stared at the rapidly darkening and collapsing demonic world, staring at the enemy's back.
Use your last strength to prop up your body.
The broken soul screamed and got up from the ground again with blood. Even if it couldn't get up, it still groped and searched for its own weapon.
The showdown is not over yet!
"Come on, Jiujing."
He said, "I'm right here."
Jiu Jing's footsteps stopped abruptly and she slowly turned back.
On that fox-like face, the originally mocking smile gradually darkened, becoming angry and ferocious.
"It's really haunting..."
The Jiecuo Killer grinned, turned around, and his expression turned ugly and crazy: "This time, I will not forget the last steps, Sasaki."
Stepping on the pool of blood spreading on the ground, Satomi Jiujing stepped forward and raised his sword blade.
There was no anger, no loss of control or neglect.
Instead, he was prepared to be prepared, unfazed, and even went all out to deal with this dying opponent, leaving no oversight or chance for a comeback, and giving him the final blow neatly.
Cut off all pain and worries.
Even though Sasaki no longer had the strength to stand up, even his appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
The moment of reflection has passed.
Now, Zatoichi's pure blade was stuck in a pool of blood, and he no longer even had the sword in his hand. As if it had a premonition of his passing, the pure blade trembled and let out a faint cry.
But Sasaki didn't feel any pity.
Just like Jiu Jing said, his swordsmanship has never been worth mentioning, nor is it worthy of such a sword.
Even earlier, he had known it all.
"You are, Kuchiki."
This is the conclusion reached by the old man known as the Sword Master, the cruelest truth and the most painful result.
I don’t know how many times the grumpy old man yelled: “Why can’t you learn to give up? Is there only one way to repay kindness in this world!”
"I want to follow that Lord... I want to be like that Lord."
The former Sasaki knelt on the ground, paid homage, and prayed from the bottom of his heart: "Teacher, please forgive me - please teach me!"
But there was only pity and regret in the old man's eyes.
"Sasaki Kiyomasa, you don't have the talent and talent. Give up, no matter how hard you try, swordsmanship will not favor you." He said, "If you want to win, swordsmanship or life, you can only choose one of them. Even if That’s the case, it doesn’t matter!”
How should we describe that moment of ecstasy and peace?
It's like a lifetime's desire has been fulfilled and all the hard work has been rewarded.
Look, this is not a dead end. This world is so generous that even a dull person like myself can receive hope!
He shed tears of gratitude and kept kowtowing: "It's really great...I can finally live up to that gentleman's kindness and expectations..."
After a long silence, there was only a sigh of pity.
"Then, this is the last skill that I, as a teacher, can teach you - how to give up your own life."
This was the last teaching left to him by the old man. Everything that happened after that, everything he learned from then on, and everything he inherited from now on, had already been engraved in his bone marrow and soul.
Day after day, year after year.
Twenty years of hard training and waiting, countless painful experiences that have brought tears and incontinence, are finally rewarded at this moment, now.
At that moment, he raised his eyes and stared at Jiu Jing, who was close at hand.
Smile.
From the broken body, a bright light rose into the sky.
That was the light flame that had been restrained for twenty years bursting out from the soul.
A majestic shadow rose from his remains, revealing the terrifying majesty of the Fudo King. The eyes were burning with murderous flames, along with his soul.
In the frozen time, the mighty running stream of light shrank into a thin line, and the will and determination in the furnace turned into steel. Reversing the boundaries between life and death, stirring the axis of heaven and earth, all phenomena will be shattered and destroyed!
——Boundless sea of suffering, freedom and freedom!
This is what happens once in a lifetime, draw the sword!
cut!