——Why is it my own face?
The knife that cut through the flesh seemed to cut through a layer of fog, causing this question to come to Yuanye's mind.
——Speaking of which, what does my face look like?
——I don’t remember much.
Before Genya could think about it, a new swordsman appeared again, charging towards him wearing an evil ghost mask.
The slight distraction caused Yuanye's reaction to slow down a bit. The swordsman's sword was extremely fast and cut his neck open in an instant.
But Yuanye's sword was not slow either. Before he felt any pain, the swordsman's head and body had already separated.
The red liquid sprayed in the air, allowing Yuanye to regain some consciousness.
——What was I thinking about just now?
Yuan Ye stared at the darkness in front of him with a strange perspective that was tilted a full ninety degrees to the right. His head was like a rusty gear without oil, and it was difficult to operate smoothly.
——It shouldn’t be something important, right?
Yuanye straightened his head, and the wound snapped shut like a Velcro, as if it had never been cut.
Immediately, Yuanye's desire for [Fire] took over again, replacing his thoughts, driving his body that had stopped due to injury to run again, towards [Fire].
As the distance to [Fire] continued to shrink, more and more swordsmen emerged from the darkness. They originally only attacked one by one, but soon began to attack in groups of three or five.
Yuan Ye swung his sword and killed like a machine, and he himself was like a machine, without any thoughts.
Only when the hot red color splashed onto his face along the snow-white blade, he could barely come up with two or three thoughts.
In this space filled with darkness, everything was cold, and the warmth splashing on his face seemed more like an accident.
Because of this, it lost its temperature almost instantly and turned into a black-red mass, blending into the darkness.
The swordsmen wearing evil ghost masks appeared closer and closer. At first, they only appeared in places that were difficult to reach with the sword in their hands. When the [Fire] came closer, these elusive swordsmen even appeared directly just away from Yuanye. There is an extremely close distance of twenty to thirty centimeters.
——It was almost like it was separated directly from my body.
Yuanye felt the cold mask against the tip of his nose and thought of this for no reason.
At such a close distance, no matter how good the sword was, it was useless. Yuanye and the swordsmen gave up their weapons and fought in the most primitive way with their fists and feet.
Yuanye continued to move forward.
The number of swordsmen is increasing, filling Yuanye's vision like a sea wave. The darkness that originally enveloped everything has been replaced by terrifying evil ghost masks. They are layered on top of each other, blocking out the sky and the sun.
Being so close to the [Fire], Yuan Ye could clearly hear the sound of the flames burning the air, but he could not feel any heat. This space filled with darkness was terrifyingly cold, not only his body, but also his body. Thoughts will also be frozen by the coldness of darkness.
The left hand in front of his nose successfully blocked the heavy punch that went straight to his face. The flying kick from the side was also pushed away by Yuanye's right hand, but he received a solid punch on his back, and his ribs were broken. A crisp sound sounded.
But Yuan Ye is a machine now, and machines don't care about pain. Machines only operate to achieve their goals.
Yuanye twisted his arm and used his forearm to press down the fist of the swordsman in front of him. At the same time, he retracted his fist and pushed his elbow. He stepped forward. The power from the ground surged down his thigh, flowed through his waist and shoulders, and passed through his elbow. It erupted suddenly and hit the mask with the evil ghost painted on it.
With the unique sound of the wooden mask breaking, Yuanye broke through the last obstacle, rushed forward, and held the [Fire].
Yuanye stood still and turned to look at the swordsmen who had stopped moving because he had already grasped the [Fire].
The light shines on the masks of the swordsmen, and the evil spirits drawn with cheap paint are clearly visible, as if they are coming to life.
Yuan Ye turned his head suddenly and found that [Fire] was still burning at the end of his sight.
He lowered his head and saw that there was nothing in his hands.
The swordsman who finally blocked him stood up slowly. The evil ghost mask on his face broke into several pieces and slipped off as he moved, revealing a young and handsome face.
Yuanye subconsciously reached out to touch his face, but the touch returned by his fingertips was the rough feeling of dried paint.
With the force of his palm, a mask was pulled off. Yuanye turned it over, and the evil ghost drawn on it quietly emerged.
Suddenly, Yuanye seemed to hear the swordsmen laughing - unbridled, malicious ridicule.
Now they are the same.
…………
Cold, shaking.
Yuanye woke up from his deep sleep.
The clear moonlight fell on his face like a snow-white veil.
The girl in front of her was wrapped in such a gauze, and her long black hair hung down, covering her eyebrows, making it difficult to see clearly.
It's already night.
"Are you finally awake?" Yagyu Sakura stood next to Yuanyu holding a mop. She noticed his movements and said, "The excuse is that the teaching task is tiring and I want to take a rest after it is over. I will come and help me clean later." The smart machine suddenly broke down and the dojo needed to be cleaned, but Mr. Lazy couldn't wake up as a result."
——Yes, after I left school, I came here to teach with Yagyu. I don’t know why I suddenly felt very tired and wanted to take a nap, but I ended up sleeping until now.
It seemed that because he had just woken up, Genya's previous memories were a little fuzzy, but fortunately, Yagyu Sakura's words detailing his "crimes" were clearer, and he quickly confirmed his previous experiences from them.
"Sorry, sorry." Yuanye apologized quickly, "I didn't mean to do it. I'm here to help you now."
"No need." Yagyu Sakura pretended to be warm and angry, "While Mr. Lazy Guy was sleeping, I had already cleaned up the dojo, and now only the place where Mr. Lazy Guy was lying was left. There’s a lot of space.”
After hearing this, Yuanye stood up quickly and found that he was lying in the middle of the dojo.
"Next time if you want to clean, just let me do it alone." Genya promised, looking at Yagyu Sakura who was mopping the floor.
"So Yuan-san wants my smart machine to break down again?" Yagyu Sakura teased.
"No, how could I mean that."
"That's true." Yagyu Sakura chuckled, "Then I will definitely sit in the corridor, eat the watermelon bought by Yuan-san, and watch you clean the dojo happily."
"Why watermelon?" Yuanye couldn't help but complain.
"What's wrong? Because watermelon is more expensive, don't you want to buy it for me, Source-kun?"
"It's not because of this, I just wonder why Yagyu you want to eat watermelon." Genya explained, "It's not the season for eating watermelon now. I thought Yagyu you would choose cakes or Japanese confectionery."
"So it's like this. Minamoto-san is a serious person who can be surprised in some strange places." Yagyu Sakura nodded and said to herself, "Cake? It's not bad."
"Speaking of which." Yagyu Sakura suddenly changed the topic, "What kind of cake does Hoshino-san like to eat more?"
