In an era of chaos, a swordsman who wielded his sword for some unknown reason saved a boy who was slaughtered by thieves. The boy buried his sisters who died to protect him, and the thieves who slaughtered the innocent. The swordsman seemed to have found a reason to swing his sword in the boy's eyes. He wanted to teach him the way of kendo to protect the weak. The immature name Xin was no longer suitable for a swordsman with a strong heart. From then on, the boy who raised the sword It's called Kenshin.
But in the blink of an eye, why did Kenshin change from a murdered person to a killer without blinking an eye? As he swung his sword, he shouted Tianzhu! What is Tianzhu? Killing is killing, and in the name of "Heaven", it just paints a layer of bright paint for killing. Without this layer of paint, killing is killing and trampling on life. Kenshin is just an executioner in the reform camp, with a cold expression and godless eyes. Such a person has no soul, only a knife and a sword, and only the indifference when the knife licks blood. He has become a tool of murder, and has gradually forgotten the heart that he should have as a survivor. Perhaps in the troubled world, Jianxin no longer remembers the teachings of his master in the constant swinging of the sword: the sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is a trick to kill. No matter how beautiful the excuse is, it is always the truth.
However, when the sword in Jianxin's hand fell to the ground, the shackles of the executioner began to loosen, hesitating and wandering. Jianxin had not completely turned into a killing machine, and he still had compassion in his heart. With the raindrops, the blood fell on the cheeks of Xuedaiba, and slowly slipped down with the rain, was the blood washed by the snow?
Perhaps as Mr. Gui said, he did not want Jianxin to become a mad sword. If Jianxin is a knife at this time, then Aba is the scabbard. This stray kitten can approach an executioner who brings blood and rain, and can unknowingly be close to the heart that is covered with blood, just as the fragrance of calamus washes the blade of the blade in the blood and rain The ruthlessness of killing is no longer the only goal under the sword of Jianxin.
The wind in Xiaoli Mountain is full of warmth, there is no knife marks, and some are the countryside shared by the two. In this short pause due to the dispute, Jian Xin really calmed down and understood why his master said that watching the cherry blossoms at night in spring, the stars in summer, the full moon in autumn, the first snow in winter and the delicious wine Cozy and serene. Kenshin finally said the words that he didn't like killing at all, but he would not stop killing and being killed in the world he had to take on. Only here, he didn't have to take responsibility for the world and the times, he just had to enjoy the long-lost wine and comprehend The truth buried deep in my heart.
In the days of Xiaolishan, Aba's hatred could not force her to stab her with a knife. The reason was that Jian Xin, who did not kill, was so kind, and that was the weakness and truth in Jian Xin's heart after he abandoned the idea of murder. Aba's tears were not only for his deceased husband, but also for this child who was not cold-blooded but had to kill. Why kill, Kenshin. If you put down your sword, if you stop killing people, how much Aba would like to "pretend" to be husband and wife with you all the time, living in Xiaoli Mountain without blood and rain. When the two opened their hearts and confided all the blood and hatred in their hearts to each other, both Aba and Kenshin put down their heavy burdens and regarded each other as someone they could rely on in their hearts. Diaphragm, clinging tightly together.
The conspiracy made Jianxin's wounds in the past bleed again. The wound that was once comforted by warmth, when the person he loved left, oozes bright red serum. The coldest winter in winter is not the winter snow, but the blood from the scar that cannot be erased, which cools my heart. blood. The feeling of heartache is greater than any pain in the world, and the sword that pierces the weakest part of the heart is love and hate.
The dripping blood seeps into the white snow, blood and snow blend together, red and white, at this moment pure and heartbreaking, the cry in the cold wind is Kenshin's determination, not to restore the new, not to kill the enemy, Just to take away the Aba who warmed his heart, the one he swore to give happiness and protection. But the ending is always so painful that people can't extricate themselves. The person to be protected falls under his own sword. Since then, there is another scar on his cheek, but the worst wound is engraved in his heart, which can never be healed, and he will always bear it. Live with this pain.
Cross knife marks, engraved on the left face. It is for the promise, to seal the sword. Oath to protect, no more killing. Only because of you, deeply imprinted in my heart. The killer is dead, and Kenshin is resurrected.
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