I Accidentally Got My Master Dirty

Sunny, blackened, unhinged disciple gong x resurrected white-moonlight master shou [My master saved me when I was fifteen.] [When I was fifteen, my master died.] . No one believed my master was innocent. But my master was already dead. . One by one, my senior brothers and sisters left. Only the youngest junior brother bore the world's scorn alone, tirelessly pleading, explaining, and seeking help... Years passed, but nothing changed. If anything, his efforts only brought his master more baseless accusations. . "Why?" . After going through untold hardship to find the evidence, he eagerly brought it forward to prove his master's innocence. Still, no one believed him. . "Why?!" . The righteous sects began to disperse, until at last someone looked his way. A glimmer of hope stirred in the junior brother, but the man spoke with nothing but arrogance and scorn: If you're so determined, then show us stronger evidence. He had clearly already presented evidence. But they chose not to see it. . "Why!!!" . Eventually, the junior brother finally understood. Evidence, truth... Those who conceal the truth understand it best! And those who know nothing of the truth but are filled with righteous indignation don't actually care about it. They think they're standing up for justice, but all they're doing is joining in for the spectacle. . "Why..." . There aren't that many whys. Perhaps, after the stars and moon have turned and the truth has come to light, someone will finally believe him and believe his master. But the junior brother didn't want to wait anymore. He was tired. . He had once seen the most wonderful person in the world. Sadly, that person later died. He had once possessed the purest heart in the world. But now, it too was dead. The junior brother slowly unwrapped his master's belongings: the long sword that had accompanied him throughout his life. . Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!!! Once you're all silent, my master can be proven innocent. Die. Die! Just die!!! See? Isn't it better to be dead? You can't smear anyone's name or spit on anyone then. Hahahaha... . He went on a killing spree. And he went mad. . "Master, why is it that when I stopped begging them, they finally believed me, believed you, and started doing everything they could to clear your name? "Ha, I understand now... "They aren't doing it for you. "They just want to save their own skins under your sword." . Much later, the junior brother traded his own life to bring his master back. Facing the man who was as pure as moonlight and a gentle breeze, just as he'd been when they first met, he suppressed the madness in his eyes and became the same innocent young disciple he'd once been. Yet in the end, he couldn't resist gently, carefully leaving his final mark on those newly formed, pure lips. . "Master, what should I do? I think I've dirtied you... "Maybe that's for the best... "Because this way, you... "You won't forget me, will you?" . 1. One-line summary: From a little ball of sunshine to a dark, twisted wreck (not really). 2. Happy ending, happy ending, happy ending! There are twists! There are twists! There are twists! 3. Thanks to the amazing artist for the cover illustration. The blurb has been screenshot and preserved as evidence. Theme: Reject blindly following the crowd and online abuse. Uphold the law, and stay clear-headed and kind.