mtl008 Chapter 132 Heian-kyō Era Ending
Chapter 132 Heian-kyō Era Ending
The pure white god is soaked in his own blood,
After everything was over, he suddenly didn't know where to go.
The energy is constantly fading,
He doesn't have much time left...
“I want to go home…”
Returning to the place that originally brought him warmth, even if it was fake, it didn't matter.
[Tsumi! Put on your shoes! Don't run around the hallway barefoot.]
"Come down quickly! What did you do to Sukuna-sama's face?!"
[You can wear it when you grow up a little bit]
【Tsujimi, always be happy】
"Idiot, if you can't learn it tonight, don't eat. You can't even learn the simplest Yin-Yang technique?"
[Smelly kid, come here]
[Stand behind me]
……
Tsukuyomi no longer wanted to dwell on those true and false lies... At least at that moment, he was truly being treated as a family member and loved well. If that was the case, then it didn't matter.
Every breath was tinged with pain and obscurity, and the air was filled with despair.
His snow-white, smooth hair was dirty and stuck to his back in a mess. His back seemed to have no strength to support his body, and it was slightly bent and shaky.
After experiencing a huge blow, Tsukuyomi was in a trance and went back along the way he came to see the place where he first came.
He left bloody footprints with every step he took. He did not dare to walk on the crowded official roads, but only dared to walk through the woods covered with thorns and weeds.
I dare not face those greedy humans anymore.
The closer he got to the end, the more he missed "home"
The white clothes were no longer clean, with dirt and dried blood stained at the hem of the robe, and a bloodstain on the side of the fair and delicate face.
Tsukuyomi began to lose his hearing. The croaking of frogs and the sound of the wind began to slowly fade away from his world.
Even so, he still wanted to go home. He found a quiet place to curl up and slowly disappear.
On this side, Tsukuyomi Tsukumi was walking alone in the woods in a daze, stubbornly and without stopping.
Going further and further away
Regardless of day or night, fragile and stubborn, I want to "go home"
That side,
Yu Sanjia.
Gojo Muneto and Zenin Kazuhiko were furious when they heard the news, and sent people out to look for the person, but it was of no use for the god who really wanted to avoid the crowd.
He and Rimei returned to the remote courtyard where they first met Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi. Rimei tidied up the room briefly, cleaned it up, and waited inside for a long time.
Tsukuyomi's mental state was not very good, even his vision was confused, which made him almost think that everything in front of him was a dream.
The original house is still here, just as I remember it.
Tsukuyomi stood at the door in a daze, staring at the dark and heavy door.
This time, there is no concentric spell
There is no need to bind life and death to him anymore.
Will this door open for me again?
He thought that people far away in Heian-kyō would never think that he was here, so he felt better, but also a little aggrieved.
He could have just climbed over the wall or opened the door, but with some kind of secret ritual, he wanted to knock on the door.
Tell this house where he grew up
He's back again
I made a mess of myself, so pitiful, and I'm back again.
Although he knew in his heart that he had no family
The white-haired boy with lifeless eyes stretched out his hand to wipe the blood off his face, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became, and he completely turned into a dirty little cat.
The knocking on the door slowed down.
"dong dong dong"
Just as Tsukuyomi was about to put down his hand, the door was opened from the inside.
He stood there in a daze, at a loss like a child who had done something wrong.
It is Ryomen Sukuna.
An unknown emotion surged up in his mind, making him feel very uncomfortable. His eyes were filled with mist and he suddenly felt a little ashamed.
He turned his back, wiped away his tears and tried to leave, but was pulled back forcefully.
A green light flashed—it was a reversal spell.
Useless.
Reversal
Reversal
Reversal
——None of them work.
Ryoumen Sukuna roughly pulled him in, picked him up horizontally, and walked towards his room with a gloomy face, "You still remember to come back?"
Tsukuyomi didn't answer, her head was dizzy, and she struggled to look at his mouth shape to decipher what he wanted to say.
So fierce.
My body hurts too.
The kitten, who had suffered so much injustice outside, still managed to walk home in a mess after being bullied. Its carefully cared-for fur was tangled, and its body was in pain. It was also scolded by the breeder.
Very good,
Finally I can rest assured...
Tsukuyomi leaned quietly in the arms of the Cursed King, tears like beads from a broken string mixed with blood wet the kimono of Sukuna Ryoumen.
very hot.
Rimei rushed to the Japanese-style room, holding the hemostatic decoction that had been prepared long ago, and almost fell to the ground because she couldn't hold it firmly.
"Tsumi!"
"how so!"
The technique was constantly being activated from the moment he saw Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi.
But it didn't work.
Ryoumen Sukuna's expression became increasingly ugly, and his heart tightened uncontrollably, even though he didn't understand the feeling of "panic".
"Satomei..." Tsukuyomi's beautiful red eyes could no longer focus, and she was still muttering to herself.
Li Mei held his hand with a trembling voice, looking at Sukuna helplessly, "Lord Sukuna, how could this happen?"
Ryoumen Sukuna said solemnly: "The reversal technique has no effect on him."
"Brother Rime...it hurts so much..." Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi rested his head under Ryomen Sukuna's chin, leaning in his arms. The rapidly losing body temperature was not so uncomfortable because of the warmth of the ghost's arms.
Although she was being held by Ryomen Sukuna in a unhappy mood, she was acting like a spoiled child to another person in a pitiful way.
Ryoumen Sukuna lowered his eyes and held the person tighter with his four hands.
Firmly, imprisoned in his arms.
it hurts,
My heart hurts and my stomach hurts too.
There was not much cursed energy left, and it could no longer fill the void in my chest.
Li Mei helplessly stretched out her hands to cover her bleeding abdomen, but there was too much blood. There was no way, was there really no way?
"Why is this happening? Why doesn't the reversal technique work?"
Tsukuyomi felt very wronged, and big tears fell on Rimei's hands like beads.
Their attitude returned to what it was before. They treated him very well and spoke to him softly, instead of insulting him rudely like that day.
"Dagger, it's a dagger..."
There is something wrong with the dagger. Tsukuyomi is very sleepy, but he still can't help but want to complain to his parents. He was ambushed.
"Too stupid"
Ryoumen Sukuna still had that stern look on his face, but he adjusted his hands so that he could lean more comfortably in his arms.
Tsukuyomi didn't hear it, staring blankly at his mouth, many memories flooded into his mind,
There is no doubt that Tsukuyomi Tsukumi is a true god.
The decline and fall of gods is not like that of ordinary people.
Gods will die without faith.
The sudden faith of the people was not pure. Although it gave him huge energy in a short period of time, it was a one-time thing that could not be regenerated, and it could not generate a continuous source of faith power.
Their love and faith come easily.
Losing is also easy.
When gods are no longer believed in but hated and labeled as evil gods, the backlash that follows will only be more severe.
People in Heian-kyō also began to talk about it. The news from outside came in, and coupled with the "killing the chicken to scare the monkey" move by Ryomen Sukuna at the beginning,
People who were already wavering now leaned even further towards public opinion, and only a few who had truly benefited remained silent.
Lizi was held in her father's arms, watching silently as those people destroyed the statue of the Moon Goddess.
"Bah! What kind of god is this? He's nothing but a curse!"
"Yes, yes, it's obviously the evil god."
“What a bad luck”
"I think the Heian-kyō incident was also his scheme!"
Several people's eyes were red, and they smashed the statue to vent their anger, cursing from time to time.
They lost too much in this disaster: their wives, children, and their livelihoods.
Faith did not bring them protection.
"No way! Lord Tsukuyomi clearly..." Riko was so angry that she was about to argue with them, but her father stopped her and silently led her into the house.
When public opinion dominates the population, resistance is not a rational act.
The lack of dominant opinions and the disintegration of general beliefs have resulted in no unified view on anything, and the public is becoming increasingly indifferent to things that do not have a direct interest in them.
……
The white-haired boy slowly lay in his arms and slowly became smaller, not physically, but in age.
Countless golden points of light overflowed from Tsukuyomi Tsukumi's body, swirling around Satome and Ryomen Sukuna, unwilling to leave for a long time. This child, whose whole body was radiating light...
Leaving
Rimei stared blankly at the boy who was slowly shrinking in Sukuna-sama's arms.
Starting from the age of 24, it gradually became smaller...
23 years old
[Crazy! Sick!]
[What? Everyone else can do it, but I can't?]
【Ri, Ri-Mei! 】
The height gradually became shorter and the face became more childish...
Tsukuyomi no longer spoke, staring blankly at one direction in the sky, very well behaved.
Unlike the usual ones,
I won't keep saying stupid things about defending ordinary people and talking about morality.
He held me in his arms like this, just like when I was brought back as a child, and I could only rely on him.
I won't refute him or lose my temper with him...
Ryomen Sukuna rarely shows his four eyes and two pairs of hands in front of Tsukuyomi, but at this moment he completely releases his form and holds him tightly in his arms.
20 years old,
I really don't want to practice today. I don't want to work hard anymore!
[Get up! How can you be so naughty like this?!]
[If, if someone is willing to take me there! ...Can I go out on my own?]
【Feel sorry】
18 years old
[We are the only ones left in this world...]
[Sukuna... How long will it take us to get there...]
【Sleep when you are tired, are you a pig? 】
[Not really… I sleep for a long time every day.]
16 years old
[Not dumb? Say one more thing.]
【Never! 】
……
[Ryomen Sukuna, you big bad guy! ]
[You little brat, who gave you permission to talk to me like that? ]
……
[Sukuna...I think I have a fever. I feel so bad.]
【I know】
Why did you suddenly come to my room to see me so late at night?
【Shut up】
12 years old ...
11 years old ...
10 years old ...
9 years old ...
Tsukuyomi has become a very small creature, and the wounds on his body are no longer visible. He has become the same as when Ryomen Sukuna picked him up at the beginning.
Fragile and pitiful.
The white clothes that were originally full of holes and blood could no longer cover Tsukuyomi's body, so Rimei had to take off her own haori and wrap it around him.
Ryomen Sukuna pinched his jaw with one hand and held him close to his forehead, just like countless nights in the past.
He is obviously closest to Li Mei,
But every time he had a seizure at night, the first person to rush over with the dewy evening breeze was him, Liangmian Sukuo.
Ryomen Sukuna is indeed a genius of this era. He had long ago mastered the reversal technique that others have been trying to master for their entire lives, but this was of no use at the critical moment.
Tsukuyomi's soul is broken.
Long before he came into this world, no one knew that the Eight-foot Mirror was actually the body of his soul.
Now the mirror is broken and the soul is leaking out.
"stay"
Ryomen Sukuna suddenly spoke.
But Tsukuyomi Tsukumi was no longer clear, and her tender and cold hands slowly grasped Ryoumen Sukuna's big hands.
Gently.
Such a weak guy, yet he grabbed this terrifying hand stained with countless blood without knowing his own limitations.
Ryomen Sukuna lowered his eyes, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and looked at the little guy quietly, as if he had finally made up his mind.
The ghosts and gods use their own souls to complete him
Tsukuyomi slowly opened his eyes, but it was of no avail. His body was still dissipating uncontrollably, at an increasingly faster speed.
The pale golden light illuminated the dim Japanese-style room.
Ryoumen Sukuna was too reckless and didn't even consider the possible consequences of this action.
It would be useless to use one's own soul to complete the other party. If the other party disappears, it would be a waste of time.
But Ryoumen Sukuna obviously didn't think so.
Since gods are born, they will come back one day.
And he marked him,
Marked by the soul,
Next time, I will definitely be the first one to find you in the crowd.
"Tsukuyomi Tsukumi, do you regret it? Because those foolish and ungrateful poultry clearly benefited from you but shamelessly betrayed you?"
"Hate them? Ordinary people who go back on their word and are ugly."
"Or do you hate me more than them? If I hadn't taken you back, the others wouldn't have raped you."
The Curse King spoke very quickly, as if he was urging or forcing someone, with a bewitching tone. It was unknown what his intention was when he said these words.
Human nature is so ugly
Two parallel eyes, but they do not look at people equally; two ears, on the left and right, but they always listen to one side of the story; only one mouth, but they can always say two things.
Tsukuyomi Tsukumi, if you still don't regret things now, how can you still not feel resentment?
"Tsukuyomi Tsuki" Ryomen Sukuna paused,
"Curse me"
He felt unwilling and resentful, but because he was a sorcerer, he met the conditions to become a cursed spirit.
stay,
Even if it means you are ugly, please hate me.
Tsukuyomi Tsukumi smiled, revealing her soft dimples, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but she was still trying to be strong.
Is Ryomen Sukuna really that annoying?
It's clearly the last minute, but you still don't know what to say nicely. You have such a stubborn and stubborn personality...
But he was very happy.
The five small fingers squeezed the ghost's hand for the last time, and the body slowly became transparent...
Curse him?
How could that be?
"Brother...", Tsukuyomi Tsukumi smiled.
He had never called Ryoumen Sukuna like that, even though it was him and Rimei who brought him back to take care of him.
When we were closest, I only called Li Mei, Brother Li Mei.
She was obviously afraid of him, yet she dared to call him by his name...
And now, for the first time, I call him "brother"
How could he curse his own family?
Ryomen Sukuna's expression was not as sad as Rimei's, but rather quite cold and hard. "If you die, I will kill everyone in Heian-kyō."
He threatened him.
But Tsukuyomi's body is on the verge of breaking point...
The god had dissipated, transforming into countless points of light, illuminating the pitch-black Japanese-style room before slowly fading away...
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The author has something to say
The Heian period is over.
There are still some things I haven’t finished writing, and I’m wondering whether I should put them in the extra chapter?