right hand holds the turbulent hatred,
oscillating between the heavy balance and the imbalance, suppressing the pure trust in the heart... There is no logic in the
executioner 's world.
In the blink of an eye, the soft moon halo turned into an icy sword light, the circuitous path turned into a continuous stream of blood, the swaying madder became a wandering soul, and my life became a ripe fruit hanging on the branches. , shaky. This is another rain and dust, this is another time of flowers and leaves, this is another ordinary slaughter of the weak and the strong, but for you, the blood you see through the gap is like a spring, it is dripping The tears of fear and anticipation on the face are those that save love and ambiguity, yet yearn for evil and bewilderment, are the fragrance of white plums rising on the blood-red earth, are the wounds carved into the soul with swords, are the sorrows that have smeared the soul with blood . Written, printed, engraved, stabbed in the eyes of your childhood, and shaped your life.
In order to protect the weak and suffering people, you inserted a sharp and fragile sword into their lives, and let yourself walk with the sword for the rest of your life, even with blood.
15-year-old executioner, lend your understanding to the sword in your hand, then lend your ideals to the sword in your hand, then lend your sword to your fragile self, and then lend your fragile self to the complicated turmoil unreasonable society.
Hiimura Kenshin, a 15-year-old executioner.
Stepping on the fallen flowers, once again holding up the sword supported by faith, as always, you achieve your dream in an almost perfect way, resolute, perfect, you destroy a person's life, except for a person's hope, Killing a person's happiness, for the life you want to protect, the hope you want to protect, the happiness you want to protect.
You don't understand the murmurings of the person in front of you, you don't know why his thoughts are so stubborn, and you don't know what the begonia flowers on the branch symbolize him. All you need to be clear is to put an end to his wishful thinking, for your own good imagination.
The scar, which condenses all hope, resentment, pain, longing, and grief, is completed with the last hope. It is not to end you with a heavy knife in your heart, I just hope that you can experience for yourself why your blood is constantly flowing, because you have destroyed too much happiness that is just a short distance away, it will be with you for a lifetime, Touch, confuse, move you all the time.
Stab the sword into the human body again, cut off the blood of the human, tear the bones of the human, and your eyes are as usual. But the scar clearly tells you that your heart is throbbing, shaking, and doubting, otherwise, how could it be bloody?
You tell yourself that in order to protect the suffering people, and for the coming of a new era, what you want, you have to "act for heaven and kill with justice", even if it will hurt countless people and yourself. But that's the foundation. It is the foundation of a new era in which no one suffers. Injury, what about injury? Bloody water... so what?
Your complete shake is still in the blood, in the fragrance of white plums. This is the second time that the smell of blood and the fragrance of white plums are silently intertwined and infiltrated into each other.
For the first time, you decide your own path, simply because of your simplicity. The second time, you doubted your own way, also because of the simplicity of your nature.
She wants a white plum that blooms in front of you, and for the first time you are shaken by the person you must silence.
Your wound is bleeding.
Severely, savagely ripped apart.
She sighed in admiration, admiring with the blood splashed all over her body, admiring indifferently: "You...really...can call, bloody storm..."
"You can really call bloody storm."
Yes Something cracked in my heart, a very solid thing, broken in half, accompanied by the short knife in my hand, melted in blood, melted in blood, melted in your transparent nature, melted in her incomparable resentment towards you. .
stray cat
You firmly believe that you are only sympathetic, only pity. It's not a heartbeat, it's not a love affair. Facing her beautiful face against the scenery, listening to her gentle and firm words, and absorbing the white plum fragrance all over her body, you still just firmly believe that you are sympathetic to her current situation.
The situation of a lost kitten.
The situation of a lost kitten?
Only the black cat with four legs is white, and every step it will press is an ominous plum blossom seal.
So, you lifted her weak body, took her back to the hotel, and asked the lady boss to let her work and help, and promised her that
she would soon get lost in the maze of your building, lost in the line on your 15-year-old face in scars. Get lost in that scar on your 15-year-old face. A black cat with only four snow-white legs, every step it takes is an ominous plum blossom seal.
Of course you don't know.
So, you lifted her weak body, took her back to the hotel, and asked the lady boss to let her work and help, agree to her request, and accompany her to go shopping.
You have given her many firsts, and you still believe that you are only pitiful and sympathetic to her.
She tells you that she wishes she was a scabbard, the scabbard of a sword called Hiimura Kenshin. A scabbard that allows you to be calm, normal, kind, and human, a scabbard that allows you to rest in peace and have a good rest and pity yourself.
She told you that she hopes that she is a calamus flower, a calamus flower in the blood and rain, a calamus flower with a special fragrance that is not available on sunny days.
You look into her quiet, deep eyes again, and you tell yourself that you are only sympathetic to her.
You are an executioner, an executioner who only has a final goal, no need to learn, no need to think, no need for feelings.
Dodging, dodging again, you don't want her to easily change the foundation and way of life you have been living in over the past few years, avoid this problem that will completely shatter you, just want to forget the scars on your face and the wounds in your heart. pain.
You said to yourself, it's just, I just... sympathize with her... just!
Another affliction connects the sword to his scabbard, and you say to her, "Let's go to Otsu, as husband and wife."
But... Defeat! You are losing fast!
Xiaoli Mountain
When people's minds are full of all kinds of complex emotions that cannot be described, dredge, or regulated, they will turn them into a river and let everything be involved in the vast sea. Or, build it on a mountain, full of lush trees and heavy fog.
You shouldn't have come, and now you can only avoid her, the problem she brings that has shaken your firm beliefs for many years, and a dangerous rift in your heart.
However, there are too many things that cannot be avoided, the white plum fragrance he brought in the blood and rain you created, the thin blanket she put on you when you were resting, the incomparable pouring she poured into your bowl The mellow wine, the deep and calm eyes she keeps looking at you, including the shakes she brings to you, the problems that agonize you, and the dangerous scars she brings to your heart.
You don't want to avoid it.
The days slowly spread out, like a beautiful and short-lived sycamore leaf.
Your inner feelings that have been accumulated for many years have been shaken unspeakably, and your eyes have begun to soften involuntarily, and become gentle involuntarily.
Every day, when the sun rises, you face the beauty of nature, thinking, every day, when the night is quiet, you face the scarred sword in your hand, thinking about the
wind blowing.
Thinking about... your love, hate, and your feelings for her
You tell yourself: I was wrong.
This is a kind of happiness built on countless wronged souls, this is a way to destroy yourself, this is a way you never want, this is a way to completely deprive her of happiness
You hate this kind of happiness, You hate this way, you resist this way, you hate, hate, hate this way that robs her of her happiness.
Originally it was just the subconscious mind, just the heart buried by the mountains, but one day, it will completely collapse.
isn't it? Isn't it now, shaking silently? Feel the strong shaking in your heart in horror.
You silently accept it
, but behind the happiness, there are too many sad stories hidden. You are the unwitting protagonist, the protagonist of a tragedy, the other is her, and the third is the knife scar on your face.
Every time she looks at your scar, her eyes are so deep that even she herself can't See clearly, it's the scar on the face of the first love in her life on the face of the second love. It's
like a snowman fell in love with the sun, like life fell in love with death, just like It's like revenge fell in love with hope, a lose-lose love!
Every day in endless pain, it's hard to escape.
You can't really understand why the look she looks at you always seems to hide a huge emotion, but that's where you're most addicted
You slow your way The release of your love for her. Even though you keep telling yourself that it's all fake, fake couples, and even just sympathy for your emotions, yes, only sympathy...never...not love...it's
snowing. In Xiaoli Mountain in early winter, sparse snow is falling...
"Let's go quickly, the snow is starting to fall..." You said.
But how can she keep up with a man, a swordsman, a killer? She finally fell, a little powerless, isn't she? You turned around and looked so condescending from her point of view, but never felt oppressive, and even felt that you were an umbrella that could shield her from the wind and rain...
"I will... protect you..." You said .
I will protect you, and you stretched out his hand and said to her that
she finally told you why she came to Kyoto from Edo alone. She didn't notice the mix of surprise and disappointment on your face when she said she'd married a childhood sweetheart man.
"I will... give you happiness..." You finally said this to you, does she believe your promise? Trust you to rebuild her happiness with his once bloody hands.
Are you happy? But why did you cry? Excited or sad? Is it giving or helpless? The conflict in my heart is still Bai Meixiang.
"Goodbye, my second beloved..." She still smiled and walked calmly into the depths of the woods. Only then did I find out how God can fool people, why only when the two fall in love with each other is when everything is irreversible? Why did you just get happiness, but helplessly watch it pass away? If falling in love is painful, then why fall in love?
She dedicated her most precious things to the second beloved man, and when she saw your peaceful and peaceful face no longer holding the sword for the first time, she smiled quietly and gently stretched out her beautiful face.
The old wound
on your face started to bleed again, drop by drop, dripping on your clothes, dripping on the floor, dripping on her diary...
"Does she love me?" in your heart Keep asking over and over again. In her hand she holds the blue scarf she left you. No matter how many enemies, no matter how many injuries, I just want to see her once, even if the wounds are covered in blood, even if they use a knife as a walking stick, I have to see her once...
She really fell in love with you Oh, feelings, I can't tell; women, what an incomprehensible animal!
You are finally here, she sees it, the person who is different from usual, the person who is completely different from the one when the murder was killed, what she sees is a man with pale and helpless eyes, at this time, you are not walking towards her, but is death.
"Qing... Qingli-kun..." Qingli, the man she once loved, stood in front of her with a smile on her face, holding a begonia flower she loved the most.
Qingri, who was dying, was trying his best to grab a begonia flower. That is the Begonia flower that he wants to protect and wants to give him all his love. The bright flowers are more dazzling because they are dyed with blood.
Everything is like a summer university. After releasing the most dazzling brilliance, it wears away without a trace, and at the same time wears away...
God smiled treacherously.
Walking on the endless road, it is easy for people to be exhausted and useless. What life has to defend, the executioner can only put an end to himself.
God laughed treacherously.
People always have something to protect, otherwise their life will be lost.
She finally knows what is most important to her, and she finally knows what she should protect. Even with her weaker body, just because of the promise you once gave her...
You finally found out what he wanted to maintain and why he was swinging his sword. Without a rational mind, I only know to put the enemy on the opposite side to death, but I didn't realize that in order to protect you, she met the blade that the enemy stabbed at you and the blade that you couldn't take back...
She finally fell. In your arms, your consciousness was also recalled.
"I'm sorry... husband..." Then raised the knife and drew a second scar on your face... Put everything into it - hers Love, her grief, everything about her and the white plum fragrance that wraps her blood...
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This is a heart-wrenching story to this day. So many years later, I still can't calmly face the picture of Kenshin and Aba embracing on the snow. Every time I read the above text, there is endless depression in addition to the heartache. Kenshin chose to ride the waves in this era, and this era created the tragedy of Kenshin. But if we choose again, I believe that both Kenshin and Ba will repeat the same mistakes without hesitation. Although there are decisive sorrows on the road, it is also mixed with beautiful happiness. Even if it's a flash in the pan, it's enough for the two to spend their lives to blog. Even if you drink poison to quench your thirst, the meager light in that dark age is worth a lifetime of loneliness to burn.
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