I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Yanzhu shook her head vigorously, her eyes showing distress and sadness.

"No, that was not done by this lady. This lady is a human being!"

"That's disgusting. Stop pretending to be human!"

"This lady is human."

"Shut up, you monster!"

"This lady...is a human being..."

"you are annoying!"

Rentaro gritted his teeth and lowered his head. It was so sad that I couldn't continue reading. This is no longer even a conversation, just a unilateral rejection.

"Don't hesitate when you want to be a hero, but the price of becoming a hero will definitely be beyond your expectation... You will suddenly find out at a certain point when you can't turn back that no matter how hard you try, the world will still fail again and again. Betray you again and again."

Cheng Rang's words played right into Rentaro's mind.

What is it that I have always implemented?

Justice?

"Rentaro is a partner of justice and can do anything!"

Do I want to be a hero?

Or do I just want to be Yeonju, or a hero for the people I care about?

"What kind of justice do you want to implement... hypocritical justice? Delayed justice? Or justice that allows you to sleep with peace of mind?"

What is justice? What exactly is justice? !

"If you just want to protect the people you care about, don't go into this muddy water, Rentaro - this is my last advice to you."

The words seemed to echo clearly in his ears, and regret made the corners of Rentaro's eyes heat up.

"Yeonju."

He spoke in a hoarse voice.

Enju, who spotted Rentaro in the crowd, widened her eyes and took a step back.

"Len, Rentaro..."

Realizing that he was an acquaintance of Yeon-joo, the crowd parted left and right, falling into a disgusting silence.

Rentaro exerts his strength

Stepping on the sand of the playground, he slowly walked towards Yanzhu.

The young man who denounced Yanzhu cowered, put on a posture and said: "What, what's going on!"

Rentaro walked past him, stood in front of Enju, and hugged her tightly.

"Yanzhu... let's transfer to another school."

Enju's body trembled slightly in Rentaro's arms, and the warm liquid wet Rentaro's uniformed shoulders.

"Miss, I don't want to... give in. I have made so many friends."

"They are no longer your friends."

The sound of Yeon-joo sobbing was heard.

"Really, there's nothing you can do anymore? Can't you start over?"

"Yes, it's over. It will take time for the world to accept you."

"Then even if this happens, do you and I still have to fight?"

"..."

Rentaro suddenly fell into a long silence, and those words kept echoing in his ears.

"Rentaro?"

"..."

"Yeonju."

Rentaro stood up slowly, wiped the tears from her cheeks with the inside of his fingers, and smiled at her.

"If you don't want to continue fighting, that's okay..."

Yanzhu stared at Rentaro's gentler expression than before, as if shocked.

"——At least I will always be with you."

He said this to himself.

Chapter 68: Black knife cleansing rust

A week later, when Zhi Ziyingyin informed Cheng Rang that the gastrea carrying the "Heritage of Seven Stars" had been captured, he also received the news that Sima Weiwei's weapon had been successfully forged.

Of course, the happiest person is still that guy.

【Great! You can get new weapons! What would that look like? I’m really looking forward to it~]

There was a constant chattering voice all the way in the car. By now, Cheng Rang had almost completely gotten used to ignoring him and communicating normally with other people.

The car stopped in front of the buildings of Sima Heavy Industries' weapons research department. After getting off the car, Cheng Rang saw at first sight Sima Weiwei who was waiting for him at the door with a worried look on his face.

"Why is the eldest lady looking so sad today? Isn't it because Mr. Zhezhen really said he wanted to give me the knife?"

"Mr. Cheng is really good at joking."

As the world's largest weapons company, it still has the courage to give away a weapon, so there is no need to feel bad about it.

What worried Sima Weizhi was that the knife...

Looking at the man walking towards him with a smile, Sima Weizhi couldn't figure out why Grandpa Zhezhen would forge such a weapon and give it to him to use.

...

"Grandpa Zhezhen, what is this?!"

A few hours ago, Wei Zhi looked at Sima Zhezhen, who was slowly walking out of the forge. He seemed to have exhausted all the energy he had saved in his life, and his whole person looked extremely old and depressed.

The only remaining item that could attract all of Sima Weiwei's attention was the huge metal box held by the security personnel behind Sima Zhe.

That is the peerless magic weapon that Grandpa Zhezhen spent a whole seven days working around the clock to build.

Without asking, Sima Weiwei's intuition could feel the whining sound of swords in the box. The surrounding air began to become as thick as glue, making it even difficult for him to breathe.

"Inform Mr. Cheng to get the knife."

The box was gently placed on the table. Sima Weizhi suppressed his strong curiosity, looked away from the box that was firmly attracted to it, and grabbed the phone beside him.

After getting the reply "I'll be there soon" from Cheng Rang, Sima Weiwei sat on the soft leather seat and stared at the box in front of him in a daze.

Sima Zhezhen seemed to have noticed the eldest lady's reluctant way of suppressing her curiosity. He chuckled and asked, "Want to take a look?"

"Eh?"

"Want to see this knife?"

"Can...is it okay?"

"certainly."

Sima Zhezhen said as he casually opened the tightly sealed metal box.

"After all, you can't feel how special it is unless it's held in the owner's hand."

Sima Weizai looked at the objects in the box and slowly opened his eyes with a confused expression.

Is it me—did I see it wrong?

Sima Weizhi cast his surprised eyes at Zhezhen in front of him, but the old man just smiled contentedly, stretched out his hand and stroked it gently as if he were looking at the work he was most satisfied with.

.......

Cheng Rang followed Sima Weiwei's footsteps and took the elevator down. We arrived at the dojo where we fought Sima Zhezhen last time.

Sima Weiwei made way at the entrance of the dojo, signaling Cheng Rang to go alone, but when the two passed by, she suddenly stopped Cheng Rang.

"That...Mr. Cheng!"

"how."

"Excuse me...can I go in with you?"

Cheng Rang burst into laughter, stretched out his hand as an invitation, and said, "Of course, this is the territory of your company. As the eldest lady, why would Miss Sima ask for my permission?"

Sima Weizhi said nothing, but pursed his lips tightly and followed Cheng Rang silently.

gate drop

The sound of the sound opened silently to both sides, and the center of the dark dojo was illuminated by a snow-white lamppost. Sima Zhe actually sat on the mat, as if he had been waiting for him for a while, and there was a Rectangular metal box

【Really looking forward to it~Really looking forward to it~Really looking forward to it~~】

The voices in his mind began to become noisy, resonating in his ears more and more intensely, as if he was being madly attracted by the metal box in front of him, and wanted to rush out of his body and rush towards the opposite side.

There were no verbal greetings. Even Sima Weizhi behind him was clenching his silver teeth and his palms were full of sweat.

Cheng Rang lowered his posture and sat down in the same posture as the old man.

Then the box was placed between the two of them and opened with a click.

【expect! expect! Looking forward to looking forward to looking forward to——! My, only mine, weapon——! ! 】

The moment the box was fully opened, Cheng Rang's mind suddenly fell into silence.

Inside the white goose down-lined box is a completely black blade. If the length is divided into two equal parts, the handle occupies almost half of the entire knife.

The black fabric carefully wrapped the handle of the knife, which was too long for its proportions. Under the cross-cut diamond-shaped straps, an unknown dark red material was exposed.

"No tip?"

The most unconventional thing about the entire knife is the gentle arc shape at the end of the blade. If you look closely, there isn't even a blade.

Cheng Rang grabbed the strange short knife in the box. It felt quite heavy in his hand, as if it was surprisingly dense. It was not as light as other thin knives.

I used the palm of my hand to feel the cold jet black blade, but there was no sharp feeling. The blade that should have been facing the enemy head-on was cut on the back of the blade.

"Not only does it have no tip...it's even a reverse-edged sword?"

"This is just the way she hasn't taken off her sheath yet," Sima Zhezhen said.

But Cheng Rang didn't see anything similar to a scabbard around the knife except the box that contained it.

【let me. 】

The voice that had been quiet for a moment suddenly appeared in his mind, but it was not as angry as usual, but calm, which made Cheng Rang feel strange.

"Let him come."

Under the gaze of Cheng Rang's slightly widened eyes, Sima Zhezhen, who was kneeling in front of him, said the same.

[Let me touch her, let me come out... let me get her... In this case, I will listen to you in the future. 】

It felt strange and unfamiliar. Even though he had strength far beyond ordinary people, Cheng Rang always felt that the knife in his hand was heavy and he couldn't swing it arbitrarily.

But the restlessness in his heart made him feel unbearable, so with curiosity, Cheng Rang slowly closed his eyes.

"good."

The aura of the man kneeling on the ground in front of him suddenly changed. The suffocating and cold slippery feeling as if a poisonous snake was wrapped around his neck made Sima Weiwei suddenly turn pale, and he took three steps back.

The black hair faded to pale as if washed away. When the man opened his eyes again, the dark eyes reflected scarlet light.

As if sniffing, he put the black knife in his hand against his face, stroked it with his hand, and breathed in its breath intoxicatedly, while the sharp reverse blade on the back of the knife followed the movement and cut his cheek without any hindrance. .

Blood immediately dripped down his chin.

"She is so beautiful..."

Stretching out his hands to grasp the handle of the knife, he held the weapon flat in front of him.

Click!

The half-length handle of the knife was rotated from the middle, making a crisp mechanical clicking sound. The dark red diamond-shaped substance on it suddenly flashed with a dazzling red light. At the same time, the reverse blade on the back of the knife suddenly bounced away from its original half-length. The circular blade tip is the center of the circle, and it cuts 180 degrees. The entire blade instantly doubles in length due to the expansion.