Comics, daily stories

Snowfall in the evening stuffed the paper into a bamboo tube and threw it into the Sanzu River. She smiled slightly: "One day, he will remember who I am, and then he will find that I am dead. His last farewell to me cannot be conveyed. It can only flow aimlessly in this river, in time."

“At that time, he already had feelings, joys and sorrows. He would get tangled up because of the message that could not be conveyed, and feel melancholy in his heart time and time again.”

"It's interesting, isn't it?"

Yukinoshita looked at her sister wearing the white kimono for the first time and thought, "What's so interesting about this? You were already dead then. What's the point of scheming against him?"

She shook her head: "I thought you wouldn't care what he thinks in the future."

Yukino Yukinoya waved her hand, slamming hundreds of rainbow pufferfish floating in the sky into the Sanzu River. Her smile widened as she hummed, "I allow him to dislike me, but he must remember me. I don't care how he remembers me, even if it's just thinking about me when he's eating fish."

"A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, I want him to remember me for a lifetime."

Yuuko stared at the river for a long time before she murmured, "Sister, how could you fail?"

Yukinoshita Yukinoshiya casually tossed her own cloth bag into the river, her voice nonchalant: "If a junior member of the Yukinoshita family gets my things in the future, maybe she'll like him more than I do, or be more suitable for him than I am, and that's why she'll let him go down the mountain."

"Who knows? It's just a failure. It's not like we haven't experienced it before. It's not a big deal."

Yuuko looked at her sister, who seemed to show no emotion, and understood what she meant by past failures—they were all because she lost to him.

Lowering her voice, Yuuko asked a question: "Sister, why do you like him?"

Xue Xia Xue Wan turned her head and glanced at her younger sister, then looked away, looked up at the sky, and began to ponder.

This was the first time Yuko had asked her this question. Yuko was always reserved and restrained, rarely showing her emotions. In this respect, she was somewhat like him. Perhaps she had learned it from watching him since she was a child. She was expressionless and had a sullen face.

Now that he is about to die, he has finally decided to ask the question.

"I thought Yuko wasn't curious about this question."

Yuko Yukinoshita also looked up at the cloud: "I'm curious, but I used to think there was still time, but now it seems like there isn't."

"Why do I like it? How should I put it?" Yukinoshita Yukinoya looked at the sky, reaching out her hand as she pondered.

She could grasp the clouds far away in the sky and crush them with a single pinch.

“When I was thirteen, I started killing people. When I cut off the last member of my clan, I realized that I seemed to have no rivals.”

"It was a feeling from the depths of my being; in heaven and on earth, I became an existence that no one could touch or approach."

"I was scared, at least that night, as I dragged that knife around."

The long sword hummed and trembled softly in its sheath before finally being drawn automatically and placed in the hand of its true master.

Snowfall, in the evening, gripped the long sword again. She glanced down at it and softly spoke of the past.

"The blade is three feet three inches long and the handle is one foot long, making a total of four feet three inches. At that time, I didn't eat well and wasn't even as tall as this knife, but I already felt that I had no rivals."

"The world is vast, but it's only so big. I've only just begun to have my own life, yet I can already see the edge of the world at a glance."

She gripped the knife and made a casual horizontal slash. Following her hand, a distinct black line began to appear in the sky, as if a crack had been slashed open.

Yukinoya Yukinoya threw the sword away and put it back in its sheath: "Where should I go? What should I do?"

"For someone like me, liking him is a relatively simple thing. In this world, only he can understand some of my occasional thoughts, because only he can see the scenery I see."

Yuuko Yukinoshita stared at the dark straight line that the world was gradually correcting, her eyes dimming: "Sister, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? Why?" Yukinoshita Yukinoya looked at her younger sister and blinked.

“I am your sister, I am the one who should be by your side, but I failed.” Yukinoshita’s voice trailed off. “I should have stood by my sister’s side.”

"What are you saying? Don't blame yourself for this." Yukinoshita Yukinoya reached out and ruffled her sister's hair, just like she did many years ago. "I've seen all of Yuko's efforts. Don't think about these messy things. I don't want to have to comfort you before I leave."

She withdrew her hand and laughed heartily: "Yuko, why don't you tell me why you like him? Since we're sisters, it should be fair. If I answer, you have to answer too."

Yuuko looked at her older sister who had withdrawn her hand. She was taller than her, and that was probably why she was always the one who took the lead in things in the past.

Turning her gaze away, Yukinoshita Yuuko recalled the past, her voice lowered: "At first I was looking at my sister, and only later did I start looking at him."

Snowflakes fluttered her eyelashes as she looked up and down in the snowy evening: "Why are you looking at him?"

Yuuko Yukinoshita remained silent for a moment before giving her answer: "I found him to be quite handsome."

Xue Shinobu Yukiwan revealed a smug expression: "Right? He's handsome, isn't he? My taste in men is absolutely perfect. Just looking at him makes me want to have his baby."

Yuko Yukinoshita's calm expression shattered, revealing a hint of helplessness: "Sister, tone it down."

"Restrain? Why?" Yukinoshita Yukihachi didn't mince words. "Doesn't Yuko want to have a child with him?"

Yukinoshita Yuuko did not respond to this.

"It's okay. There's nothing shameful about wanting to have a child with him. I think that Bai Yujing in the sky might also want to do that if he had the chance," Xue Shita Xue Wan hummed.

“Bai Yujing probably only wants to kill him, after all, his existence is a limitation on immortals.” Yukinoshita Yuko looked up at the sky, her right hand on the hilt of her sword. “Sister, why don’t we just kill her to avoid any unexpected events in the future?”

"No, no need. According to the future, nothing unexpected will happen to him. Let nature take its course." Yukinoshita Yukinoya shook her head and rejected the suggestion.

"Hmm." Yukinoshita Yuuko loosened her grip on the hilt of the sword.

The two sisters quieted down and each looked at the river.

Yuuko turned to look at her sister, whose expectation was fading: "There's no reply."

Xuexia Xuewan nodded: "It seems so."

"Sister, are you really not going to live?"

"No, I don't want to change the future."

Yuko's tone became complicated: "But sister, are you really willing to hand him over to someone else?"

Yukino Shinobu smiled and said, "Of course I'm not willing, but since that's how the future is, it means I've finally given up."

Yuuko Yukinoshita closed her eyes: "I'm so unwilling, sister, this shouldn't be your ending."

"Don't think like that, Yuko. You may not believe it, but I really feel like I've achieved a long-cherished wish."

Yukino Yukino raised her hand, looked at the white kimono sleeve covering her arm, and said softly, "Yuko, I have waited for many years, walked for many years, and finally arrived at this end."

"Cheer up, don't cry. This is my destiny, and I'm about to finish it. What awaits me is not sadness, but a peaceful sleep without worry."

Yuuko took a deep breath and responded softly, "Mm."

Yukino Shinobu looked at her obedient younger sister and smiled, "From now on, I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on him. Of course, if you don't want to, it's fine if you don't want to. Yuko, live the life you want to live."

She pondered, "Actually, I was thinking that a thousand years later, when he first came down from the mountain, he probably wouldn't be able to beat you, Yuko. Why don't you take him home and raise him as your child husband?"

Yukinoshita Yuuko simply shook her head: "He's not good enough, I don't want him."

Xue Xia Xue Wan glanced at her sulking younger sister and said, "Whatever."

She looked up at the sky, where dark clouds had gathered and something was falling.

"It's time for me to get up."

Yuuko Yukinoshita looked at the snowflakes drifting towards her, pursed her lips, and understood what it meant that it was time.

The world began to be covered with light and full snowflakes, which swayed in the wind and brought a chill.

The boy left the mountain for the first time and came to the riverbank.

He looked at her, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

I walked a few steps into the snowy evening, stood a distance away from him, and we looked at each other in silence.

The boy opened his hand, and time turned in his palm, gradually taking shape in the mist.

Yukino Shinobu watched his actions after he appeared, and a gentle smile slowly spread across her lips: "Kazehaya, I am not immortal."

She reached out her hand, just as she grasped the passage of time, condensing it into medicine.

Clench your fist, and immortality will vanish.

Yukino Yukino looked at him, her voice soft, as soft as snow: "Kazehaya, I'm going to die."

The boy simply looked at her in silence.

Xue Xia Xue Wan didn't care about his silence, or perhaps she had already gotten used to his silence.

So she simply looked at him with lingering affection and said her final goodbye.

She smiled softly, her voice tender and affectionate: "Kazehaya, wait for me, we will meet again."

Having said that, she stopped looking back, turned around, and her soul left her body, walking towards the river.

She stopped looking at him and walked silently into the Sanzu River.

During this process, the boy said nothing and did nothing.

After a while, he seemed to finally understand something, and reached out to move her body to his side.

"You don't want to say anything?"

Upon hearing this, the boy looked up at his sister.

say what.

......

Yukino Yukinoya stood in mid-air above the Sanzu River. After glancing at the vast wilderness, she turned her gaze to the canyon with its long queue of people.

She smiled as she looked at the little girl shaking the dice.

She took a step and entered the canyon.

Actually, Xuexia Xuewan didn't particularly want to say goodbye to Huangquan, not because they had a bad relationship, but because they were actually quite good.

Having a good relationship means that unexpected things are likely to happen, but it's also not acceptable to leave without seeing each other before leaving.

"Is it because he's right?"

Hearing the voice behind her, Yukino Shinobu did not answer, but simply waved her hand: "Alright, it's not important. Let me walk the final path by myself. Goodbye."

She truly no longer wanted to deal with these matters. Things had come to this point, the dust had settled, and all that needed to be said goodbye to had been said. All that remained was to leave this world.

Leave this world and embrace a peaceful, carefree sleep.

Speaking of which, is there truly such a thing as a carefree, peaceful sleep in this world? Death?

I've killed so many people in my life, it's a real shame I haven't been able to pick out a few to ask what it feels like to die.

That junior named Yukino Yukinoshita probably likes him a lot, but probably not as much as I do.

Well, hmph, when it comes to liking him, I'm definitely number one.

As Xue Xia walked towards the enormous gate of light, a thought arose in her mind, and light dust began to emanate from her soul.

She smiled and murmured softly.

"Wind, travel slowly across the wilderness."

Outside the canyon, on the desolate wasteland where only rubble and demons roamed, a fierce wind arose.

"I'll tell you with my silence that I won't look back..."

"Then you should stop."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Xuexia Xuewan stopped in her tracks, her expression also freezing.

Counterfeit?

No, that's not right, it's true.

......

The soul is enveloped by breath, then stuffed into a bamboo tube, waiting for the bamboo tube to cross the river of time.

Nomiyama felt he was going a little crazy, especially when the lid of the bamboo tube opened automatically, exposing his soul to time; he felt even crazier then.

Looking back at the bamboo tube that had disappeared in the flowing river of time, Nomiyama sensed its original destination and plunged into it.

He crashed through the space, landed, stepped into the mud, stretched out his hand, and looked at the thick white line still on his fingers. The other end of the white line seemed to be rooted in the void.

The judgment was correct; he did indeed use qi to anchor time, leaving himself an escape route, and he did indeed use qi to envelop himself and conceal his existence. However, this qi was consumed rather quickly, and when it was completely depleted, his soul would be exposed to this world.

No two souls can exist at the same point in time; once the vital energy dissipates, the soul is scattered and destroyed.

Nomiyama stood at the bottom of the river, looked up, and glanced at the river that had been summoned by the underworld to the sky and was heading straight for a certain mountain.

The fact that the waters of the Sanzu River were diverted means that the underground entrance was also taken away.

I do know a few entrances, but running there would be a waste of energy; it's better to just tear open a hole.

Reaching out, Nomiyama grabbed a piece of space, tore open an opening, and jumped inside.

The sky was filled with swirling black fog, beneath my feet lay a plain strewn with pebbles, and before me stood whispering demons.