I’m destined to live a lonely life without a companion.
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But I still have to fight fate to the end!
For my relatives who are suffering because of me, and for my friends who are lonely because of me.
War heroes
prelude
He sprinted with all his heart. Although it was dark in front of his eyes, he could clearly feel the incomparable passion of the woman underneath him bursting out under one powerful impact was rapidly engulfing his whole body, and he was already crazy. He rubbed her delicate skin with those big crystal clear hands as hard as he could almost squeeze out water, as if holding a knife with deep passion; his mouth sucked hard on the fragrance from her firm and full breasts, as if facing blood with devotion. Her every gasp, her every moan was like the cry of a hundred thousand dead souls, and it excited him.
He pumped outward with all his strength, then rammed her thighs apart and into her narrow channel with all his might, and only when her trembling, tender body cried out his name over and over again did he lodge his searing heat in the deepest recesses of her wrinkled walls.
He demonstrated vigor with his own throbbing, her baby-like sucking and tightness unable to stop his unending swell.
“With a click, he pulled out, but she hooked her long, even legs around his waist and pulled forward, inviting him in again, moistening at the root.
“Longyi… Oh… I’ll always be yours…” He heard her say these words again, and he knew that a blush must have covered her face at this moment. It was just like that time in the forest of cherry blossom trees in the afterglow of the golden sunset, when she had lain down on the colorful petals of the fallen cherry blossoms, revealing for the first time to him the unique whiteness of her body, and the darkness of that one spot that was so enchanting. He was so engrossed by it that he stayed in her caring arms, greedily savoring the first bloom of the bud-like body.
He had also once put down the knife in his hand for her, and together they guarded the beginning of another new life, when her smile had a sunny splendor. However, he eventually realized that the original knife was the meaning of his life, the true meaning of living. When the cold blade cut into the human skin burst out of the gorgeous blood flowers, far more beautiful and spectacular than her soft and moving waist.
So on that one snowy day, he gouged out his eyes, and it was hard for him to imagine if the blood he spilled at that time compared to a cherry blossom blooming, but he knew that the little bit of red in the snow must have been shockingly bright.
From then on, all desires were eliminated like floating light from his dead darkness, and all that remained was his blade. He would use his knife to drain the world into crimson. She often cried as a result, but he could never see her crystallized tear drops, his eyes were nothing but darkness and knives. He only wanted to hear the screams and pleading cries of his enemies the moment they were struck, and he didn’t want to hear her cries of pain any more, and for that reason he hid a knife in his heart… He pumped his heart inside her again, burying the last bit of his blood.
“Oooh… Wanderlust, softer… I can’t take it anymore… ah…” She felt like her body was being emptied by him, she was like the snow in the early spring melting into his burning passion, while his heart was only in the cold of winter.
“・・・Oh… I’m going to bleed out… Ah!” He realized with a jolt that she was contracting, and the passion inside her rushed out, flowing on the cherry blossom-covered ground, at his root with her, and for a split second his passion was about to burst out with her, and he immediately withdrew himself.
With a cold flash of light, he knew her blood must be starting to pool in one place with his eruption. With that blinding red, that translucent white, and the cherry blossoms falling from the sky, he would have loved to have seen her now.
As the temperature of the woman beneath her cooled, she suddenly softly sang a rhyme from the past: “Snowflakes falling… snowflakes flying… the flower-watchers have disappeared… the sky and the earth are so clean…”
“I… thank… you… in fact, I knew… I knew… from… today… from now on… I don’t have to… be sad… anymore…” her voice trailed off.
He felt along her cold body and touched her face, it was so moist to the touch that it was still warm, it must have been her tears. He continued to touch again, and touched the smile at the corner of her lips, he also smiled slightly. This should be his last smile on this earthly plane, for the sake of the knot he had just removed that had been holding him back for so many years, and for the sake of her peace of mind, he knew that when he left he would surely not be as happy as she was.
He stroked the still warm blood on the blade and smiled. He had just killed his own woman with this sword, and since then there was no more name “Miyamoto Naniwa”, and even less ancestor called “Miyamoto Musashi”, only the name of his sword: “Miyamoto Musashi”.
Invincible.
“Not Two of Swords! I, Invincible, am here!”
“Hero Hua! I’m Invincible!”
(to be continued)