Floating Light and Bubbles 01
"Child, my child, this is my child..." A woman murmured to herself, then gently shook her arms, closed her eyes and sang a song.
It was clearly a lullaby, but you woke up.
A very gentle, very sad voice, and tinged with... fear.
It's hard to describe your current state.
Floating lightly in the air, my feet could not touch the ground no matter what.
You try to reach out to the woman.
There was no feeling of touching □□.
The hand went straight through the woman's chest and through the solid wall behind her.
Am I turning into a ghost?
You thought this and pulled your hand back. Even though you didn't touch anything, you still tilted your head back and squeezed your wrist.
I still feel it when I touch it.
A loud cry calls your attention. You lower your head and lock eyes with the baby in the woman's arms. It only takes one glance to tell that this child is unusual—his crying isn't meaningless.
This may be a little hard to understand. A baby's cry is inherently meaningful. Hungry, thirsty, needing to defecate, wanting to play... Premature infants use crying to express their needs to their parents.
He doesn't need anything.
He is neither hungry nor thirsty, does not need to relieve himself nor does he need to play with others.
He was actually... surprisingly calm.
When you looked at him, he stopped crying for a moment. The woman was clearly unaware, and she was becoming increasingly panicked by the baby's cries. She even started crying herself. It was a very sad, small cry, a sob. It was much more real than the child's.
However, this did not hinder her determination.
She wiped away her tears with her sleeve, took out the knife she had hidden for a long time, closed her eyes and swung it down with force.
All the crying disappeared.
The knife stopped in mid-air.
The woman opened her eyes and found the child staring at her, at the knife. She kept trying, but couldn't penetrate. She seemed not to notice that she had bitten her lower lip and drawn blood. The spilled drop of blood was the brightest thing in the entire space, round like a pearl, warm like moonlight, sweet like a flower.
The mother's face gradually faded away, replaced by a drop of blood.
The drop of blood merged into the darkness.
The knife slipped out of my hand.
The woman knelt down weakly, holding the child and crying helplessly.
【Why were you born!? 】
【Why did I give birth to a monster!? 】
She didn't utter these words out loud. Her frail body couldn't utter a single accusation, but her heart disagreed. She had to find some way to vent her sorrow and anger.
Most people would choose to cry. There is nothing shameful about crying; it is crying that keeps us alive today.
The woman must have grown tired of crying. Her sobs grew intermittent until they died down completely. She began to sing a lullaby again, a different one from the previous one. She sang it many times, but the child never closed his eyes.
The mother's pain didn't seem to touch the child. It comforted him. When his mother lifted him up again, he didn't cry.
The candlelight cast a shadow. The shadows swarmed against the flickering candlelight, and the knife on the ground reflected a cold light.
Everything was a little blurry. He didn't want you to see what was happening.
You don't know how a baby is supposed to thrive on its own.
The image after that was not clear. All you saw was the flash of swords and the shadows of fire. These were the flash of swords and the shadows that had been closely connected to this child since birth.
When he was most proud of himself——
"Sun, Moon, and Star Join the Team" "Five Void Generals"
The elite expeditionary forces directly under the Fujiwara clan joined forces to attack him, but were all wiped out by him.
No, you described it wrong.
He was not complacent.
Completing these tasks is just an ordinary thing for him.
But his memory of this day was particularly clear.
Today is the New Tasting Festival.
The Niijosai (New Rice Ceremony) was an important imperial ritual in ancient Japan, praying for a good harvest. Its scale and solemnity were second only to the Daijosai (Great Rice Ceremony) held once by the first emperor.
The New Tasting Festival is held in late autumn.
Heian-kyō in late autumn—lifeless.
The New Tasting Festival is a prayer to the gods for vitality.
It was obvious that he couldn't pray to Ryomen Sukuna for a good harvest.
The evening ceremony of the evening and the late-night ceremony of the dawn had not yet begun. Ryomen Sukuna sat on a makeshift altar outside the Jingaden Hall, accompanied only by his servant Satome.
The reason it was a makeshift altar was because the Shinchosai festival had previously enshrined unreal deities like Amaterasu. However, Ryoumen Sukuna was a real person.
These people hadn't actually discussed how to perform the Ryomen Sukuna ritual. Everything looked very simple. The proper offerings of grain, alcohol, seafood, and mountain products were all missing.
Ryoumen Sukuna's food is humans.
Blood sacrifices were also a distant memory for the people of the Heian period. Civilization moves forward, not backward.
No matter how foolish the officials of Heian-kyō were, they wouldn't openly offer humans as food to Ryoumen Sukuna. Cows and sheep are no different in the eyes of humans. Humans are no different in the eyes of Ryoumen Sukuna either. If it tastes good, Ryoumen Sukuna might remember the taste for the rest of his life.
You think you've been overly sentimental about Ryomen Sukuna. At least during the time you've been there, Ryomen Sukuna hasn't been particular about remembering or forgetting anyone.
They are all like passers-by.
He didn't know when Li Mei was standing next to him, only Li Mei.
You are certain that the Emperor will not come.
According to the procedure, the emperor needs to personally offer new grains, sacred wine, seafood and mountain delicacies to the gods one by one, and then the emperor will taste these foods personally.
"The gods and humans eat together," meaning the emperor and the gods share the new food. Ryomen Sukuna would not allow this to happen. Only Ryomen Sukuna could eat at the table.
There are so few people here. I thought I'd see some famous people. You can't stray too far from Ryomen Sukuna. You don't want to sit on the altar either. So you drift to a tree, sit down, and stare blankly into the distance.
The only advantage of being a ghost is that you can fly.
How many years have passed?
You don't know much about this.
You don't even seem to know who you are anymore.
Is this kind of life going to continue forever?
That's so boring.
Isn't it boring? Life without rivals is boring.
Whatever, it's not your place to guess what he's thinking. Maybe he enjoys this kind of solitude.
And your loneliness is the real loneliness.
In this era, you are truly a lonely ghost.
The fact that you haven't gone crazy yet is a testament to your exceptional mental fortitude. You don't know how much longer you can hold on.
You hear someone muttering "Tang Guozi~Tang Guozi~".
It's... a woman.
Sukuna-sama kept looking in one direction. Rimei didn't say anything. He closed his eyes. These lowly people actually tried to bribe Sukuna-sama with such lowly things. It was simply unforgivable.
As long as Sukuna-sama is not angry, Satome will not be angry either. Everything will be done according to Sukuna-sama's wishes.
"It's okay, I'm here!! You're not alone!!"
Oh, did that woman throw herself at Ryomen Sukuna? She's the bravest person you've ever met.
What on earth was Ryoumen Sukuna thinking today? His heart was completely calm. Didn't he enjoy eating women?
"Back off, bitch!" you heard Li Mei say in disgust. The woman laughed. "I think you should step down. From today on, I'll take that position." The woman stood up. You really wanted to praise her for her confidence. It's not easy for a woman to make a name for herself in this world.
"I would never let him look at me like that..." She shook her hair, smiling broadly, completely unaware that she had offended Ryoumen Sukuna.
She was naked, wearing only a single layer of clothing. You could see the scar that ran from her chest to her outer thigh.
It is a move of Ryomen Sukuna.
The woman collapsed. Immediately, someone rushed over and took her away. You saw the intoxicated look on her face.
You don't really understand her thinking process.
Is she... liking Ryoumen Sukuna's power?
That only proves that she is not strong enough.
You don't take her to heart.
Ryoumen Sukuna didn't take her seriously either.
Rimei didn't care either... Oh, Rimei still cared. He hated this woman who wanted to get her hands on Lord Sukuna so much that he didn't even want to give this woman to Ryoumen Sukuna to eat.
With Li Mei's strength, it would be quite difficult to kill that woman alone.
And Ryoumen Sukuna didn't ask him to do that.
Liangmian Sukuna remained silent all day. As the night deepened and the dew deepened, and you dozed off, another woman approached, stepping slowly across the moon.
This woman gives you a feeling that is both familiar and disgusting.
The shrine maiden costume she was wearing was particularly complicated.
"How does it feel to be a god?" This was the first thing she asked when she saw Ryomen Sukuna.
"It is better to challenge God than to become a God." This was the second sentence she said when she saw Ryomen Sukuna.
"God? That doesn't exist." This was Ryomen Sukuna's answer.
"No, He exists. And you can't defeat Him." She used the old-fashioned provocation method.
It was Rimei who was enraged.
"presumptuous!"
Ryomen Sukuna protected Rimei.
This woman is more dangerous than the woman during the day.
You instantly understood what the "god" the witch was talking about. But was it really a god? It was clearly like a program running automatically.
program?
Desireless and detached from the world.
Why is it not considered a "God"?
The picture became intermittent again.
Ryoumen Sukuna did not kill God, how can you kill an illusory thing?
And people defeated Ryomen Sukuna.
You finally met the famous big shot.
The most famous Onmyoji in Japanese history, Abe no Haruaki, has completely lost the high spirits he portrayed in the stories.
Everyone grows old, and Abe Haruaki is already very old.
People have been kneeling under Ryomen Sukuna for too long.
Since you are an ant, you should crawl.
Fear is human nature, but it is also human nature to overcome fear.
The sorcerer and the cursed spirit must fight against each other.
Abe Haruaki wants to exorcise the world's greatest evil before his death. His own strength alone is insufficient, and Heian-kyō is filled with mediocre people who cannot be relied upon.
You have no way of knowing his mental journey. But even at such a young age, making such a decision, he still has the temperament of an elegant and noble young man.
Abe no Haruaki was affiliated with the Onmyoji Bureau, and the expeditionary force of the Fujiwara clan had nothing to do with him. He was simply doing something that a sorcerer should have done, something that should have been done long ago.
Who would believe in peace brought by amnesty?
There were many young men standing next to Abe Haruaki.
The most outstanding of them was a white-haired boy named Gojo—not the one you knew.
The surname Gojo doesn't seem to have appeared just now.
You seem to have forgotten something very important.
Abe Haruaki is a typical shikigami user.
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation"—in the Heian Period, when powerful cursed spirits were as numerous as the stars, you can imagine how powerful this technique must have been. However, even more powerful than the technique itself is the person itself. Abe Haruaki once possessed a remarkable physique. Even in his old age, he still possessed the wisdom to draw upon.
It is precisely because he is old that his wisdom is even more dazzling.
Hunting man-eating beasts is something humans learned as early as ancient times.
Victory is not achieved by force, but by strategy.
This strategy can only be used once against Ryomen Sukuna.
But they did not exorcise Ryomen Sukuna.
Is Abe Haruaki's expression calm or sad?
He seemed to have seen the future thousands of years later.
He's watching you, you're sure of it.
【Successor.】
You suddenly wake up in shock.
In the final flash of swords and fire, Ryomen Sukuna's life came to an end.
I don't mean to offend you.
【Your technique is out of control.】
This shouldn't be the case.
The ability to "judge" has been separated from you. You can no longer view the memories of others.
No, not memory, but consciousness.
You made no excuses or explanations.
Even someone as powerful as Ryomen Sukuna will face an end.
I don't have any regrets about my life.
Overnight, I lost everything I had.
I am certainly an unfortunate person.
However, my misfortune is not just my own.
This misfortune belongs to the whole world.
Why are we born and why do we die?
The meaning of life and death does not exist in itself.
【I should wake up.】
You explained this to Ryomen Sukuna, but he said nothing.
Now that he has regained his sanity, those crazy ravings should have disappeared.
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