Transmigrators run rampant, robbing many people of their normal lives. Sawada Tsunayoshi gained a younger sister. In order to take his place and claim the same glorious future, she dragged him into the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, where he was devoured by the Evils of This World. "What are you doing back?! Everyone has forgotten you and given up on you! I'm the Vongola heir now!" "Then aren't you, who willingly gave up everything and were forgotten, a castoff too?"
Introduction: The Rise of Sawada Tsunayoshi
Content: Sawada Tsunayoshi's fall... And rebirth
Haha, there is really no going back. There is still a touch of tenderness that belongs to him in his heart, but he can no longer see... Da Kong's smile.
There are no stars, no moon, no light in my night.
I just huddled in the corner quietly, looking at the scenery outside the window and the sound of dripping rain.
Black, pitch black.
The unknown darkness scares me, and the emotion of being alone makes me miserable.
I wandered around in various places by myself.
Along the streets, in caves, along paths, in gardens.
There was no one around me and no sound.
I fell into a hesitation without knowing it, and the confusion was crazy.
I looked at myself soberly that I was going crazy, and I wanted to step aside soberly.
I don't want to believe that that person is me, but sometimes I have to believe it.
Suddenly, a warm wind carrying the fragrance of flowers blew towards me.
The wind blew away the clouds and my confusion.
It's time for dawn, it's time for dawn.
I don't have to be afraid of the darkness and loneliness of the night.
Because the light Caesar came in.
If the daytime is as beautiful as imagined.
The warm light shines on my body, not dazzling, but gentle.
Warm breeze and rising sun, the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.
Looking out the window at the people coming and going, looking back, the old friend is still by my side.
Just a dream, just a dream, just a nightmare.
The coldness of the snow-capped mountains, the unknown night, all the confusion and pain, none of them exist.
It was time for the wind to blow away everything, but it left some things behind me, such as love, wantonness, and madness.
I chased the wind forward, and it took me to an unknown place, but still soothed me with gentleness.
The bells jingle, the laughter is still in my ears, and the light will always stay by my side.
There is always someone who will take care of you in a special way.
There are always people who have subtle ways of comforting themselves.
I have a hunch that our friendship will be stretched out by a long timeline.
But no matter which node, it will not be vulnerable.
Before I met you, I never imagined that there would be someone who looked more like a child than me.
But it can pull me out of the haze and lead me out of the hesitant and confused world.
I'm so grateful to have met you, it's a great honor to meet you.
People always prefer something.
If it were me, I should also be willing to prefer you.
Childlike, but genius.
Gentle and self-centered, it can give people smiles, words, flowers and a future.
Only then did I realize that meeting someone means being lucky for three lifetimes.
Come with the wind, but never go with the wind.
You are one of the beauties left to me by the wind.
He is an incomparable and admirable genius detective.
I followed the direction of home and walked forward, looking forward.
I looked at the fallen leaves and the sound of the wind and never looked back.
I looked at the dim street lights from a distance, and then ran hard into the distance.
I have never dreamed of looking back, nor have I pursued being around.
I walked along the deserted street, listening to the songs of my best friends that seemed to be absent.
The wind blew away our past, so I followed the traces of the wind upward.
I have never forgotten our story, and I also want to meet the light.
I came back from the snow-capped mountains, but it seemed that my heart was left there again.
Is this my hometown?
I don't know, I still think I'm still delusional.
Maybe it was a dream that brought me to this unknown place.
Maybe I have died in that cold mountain.
Maybe this is still a delusion?
Maybe this is just Huang Liang?
But I never cared, at least at this moment, this picture is as beautiful as a dream
I have been to many interesting places with my best friends before.
Once, as always, we headed to the snow-capped mountains for a night hike.
Then something unexpected happened.
My preferred wind scatters the snowflakes around me.
My best friend and I were lost in the vast sea of snow.
I tightened my backpack, trying to find the traces he had left behind.
But even if I searched everywhere, I could never find a trace of him in the wind-covered snow.
My phone, any communication tool I had was frozen.
That time I stayed in a cave in confusion, but found skeletons in an unknown snowdrift.
And backpacks left behind by some once-lost travelers.
There is nothing there.
I just hugged Double Tap and covered myself with a life-saving quilt made of aluminum foil, trying to find any way out.
When I almost couldn't hold on anymore and was about to faint, I seemed to see my hometown and the places I had traveled to.
I don't know if my best friend has left or died.
But I think I was really going to die at that time, right?
I walked alone under the street lights. As I walked forward, the road seemed to have no end. When I stepped back, I found it was pitch black.
There was a slight rustle of leaves in my ears, and the sound of leaves blown by the wind.
I listened hard, even afraid to look forward.
Why is this road so dark and so far?
I kind of want to pick up the pace.
At times like this, I can't seem to maintain my original demeanor.
I thought I wouldn't be afraid of these things.
It's really embarrassing to walk alone at night and be frightened by your own shadow and sudden sounds.
Even if there is no one around me, I don't want to give up this self-esteem.
After all, I don't consider myself a child who is afraid of the dark.
But unfortunately, the sound of water dripping from nowhere is eating away at my soul.
It also eats away at the few moments of calm I have.
My breathing gradually became heavier, and then I wanted to put this thing away.
In the end, there was really nothing I could do, so I sprinted forward with all my strength.
When will you get home?
It's going to be fast, it's going to be fast, I rushed to the gate of the community as fast as I could.
I finally entered the community.
Even though I'm still scared, wait, someone seems to have appeared in front of me?
He just stood there, motionless. I was trembling a little and wanted to go around, but I still had to maintain my demeanor.
I gritted my teeth, tried to maintain my little self-esteem, and walked past that person.
Not afraid, not afraid, just alone, I thought.
In the deserted streets, my best friends were by my side.
Have I never seen that light?
Just yellow rice…
Just delusional...
I'm just a little bit broken. Why do I only look at the picture in front of me? It's as beautiful as an illusion?
People always prefer something, and I am certainly no exception.
Yeah? Not a bad idea.
I? Let's think of it as the innocent moaning of a mental patient.
Was it a dream just now?
I thought someone would be willing to come pick me up.
Such as brothers, such as close friends, such as father and mother.
In the end, it's just my delusion.
I didn't come back from the snow-capped mountains. I might have died in the snow-capped mountains.
I did not return to the hometown that I miss so much. My bones are still buried in the deep snow.
And I will eventually become one of those dry bones.
All is delusion.
I have never seen him from a distance.
My old friend is no longer with me.
I might encounter new things.
But I dare not forget the past.
I still imagine they are with me.
I still use their thinking to think about directions.
Listen, the wind is clear around you.
Remember, someone is chasing you into the distance.
Sometimes I miss home.
Sometimes I long for the distance.
I am not a traveler.
But he has traveled all over the world and far away.
There is no poetry or distance in front of me.
Just endless fantasies.
The so-called yellow beam,
The so-called delusion,
The so-called well-informed,
The so-called freedom from wind and rain,
The so-called nostalgia and reflection,
All are delusions.
I'm doubting the reality of the world,
I'm suspecting that everything is my delusion,
And now I am lying on an unknown hospital bed,
I don't know when it started,
I don't know when it fell.
So where should I be now?
I'm sick,
Maybe I have a mental problem,
So I met a place that wasn't supposed to belong to me,
Maybe this is all my imagination,
Maybe I have never met these people,
I have never encountered these things before,
I never got a good ending,
So I shouldn't be delusional.
——"To Tsunayoshi"
The writing of "Private Damage" is not very good, don't mind it QAQ
I don't want to use a knife, Sawada Tsunayoshi.
I always feel like the main text has just begun, but I also feel that the ending is just right and not abrupt...
Woooooooooooo Tsunayoshi
I believe you, you bastard.
Feeling distressed. . There is also a sense of grievance
Tsk... I feel so sorry for Tsuna for no reason...
As long as Tsuna is fine
I feel... How should I put it... Tsunayoshi is unhappy?
Introduction: The Rise of Sawada Tsunayoshi Content: Sawada Tsunayoshi's fall... And rebirth Haha, there is really no going back. There is still a touch of tenderness that belongs to him in his heart, but he can no longer see... Da Kong's smile.
There are no stars, no moon, no light in my night. I just huddled in the corner quietly, looking at the scenery outside the window and the sound of dripping rain. Black, pitch black. The unknown darkness scares me, and the emotion of being alone makes me miserable. I wandered around in various places by myself. Along the streets, in caves, along paths, in gardens. There was no one around me and no sound. I fell into a hesitation without knowing it, and the confusion was crazy. I looked at myself soberly that I was going crazy, and I wanted to step aside soberly. I don't want to believe that that person is me, but sometimes I have to believe it. Suddenly, a warm wind carrying the fragrance of flowers blew towards me. The wind blew away the clouds and my confusion. It's time for dawn, it's time for dawn. I don't have to be afraid of the darkness and loneliness of the night. Because the light Caesar came in. If the daytime is as beautiful as imagined. The warm light shines on my body, not dazzling, but gentle. Warm breeze and rising sun, the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds. Looking out the window at the people coming and going, looking back, the old friend is still by my side. Just a dream, just a dream, just a nightmare. The coldness of the snow-capped mountains, the unknown night, all the confusion and pain, none of them exist. It was time for the wind to blow away everything, but it left some things behind me, such as love, wantonness, and madness. I chased the wind forward, and it took me to an unknown place, but still soothed me with gentleness. The bells jingle, the laughter is still in my ears, and the light will always stay by my side. There is always someone who will take care of you in a special way. There are always people who have subtle ways of comforting themselves. I have a hunch that our friendship will be stretched out by a long timeline. But no matter which node, it will not be vulnerable. Before I met you, I never imagined that there would be someone who looked more like a child than me. But it can pull me out of the haze and lead me out of the hesitant and confused world. I'm so grateful to have met you, it's a great honor to meet you. People always prefer something. If it were me, I should also be willing to prefer you. Childlike, but genius. Gentle and self-centered, it can give people smiles, words, flowers and a future. Only then did I realize that meeting someone means being lucky for three lifetimes. Come with the wind, but never go with the wind. You are one of the beauties left to me by the wind. He is an incomparable and admirable genius detective. I followed the direction of home and walked forward, looking forward. I looked at the fallen leaves and the sound of the wind and never looked back. I looked at the dim street lights from a distance, and then ran hard into the distance. I have never dreamed of looking back, nor have I pursued being around. I walked along the deserted street, listening to the songs of my best friends that seemed to be absent. The wind blew away our past, so I followed the traces of the wind upward. I have never forgotten our story, and I also want to meet the light. I came back from the snow-capped mountains, but it seemed that my heart was left there again. Is this my hometown? I don't know, I still think I'm still delusional. Maybe it was a dream that brought me to this unknown place. Maybe I have died in that cold mountain. Maybe this is still a delusion? Maybe this is just Huang Liang? But I never cared, at least at this moment, this picture is as beautiful as a dream I have been to many interesting places with my best friends before. Once, as always, we headed to the snow-capped mountains for a night hike. Then something unexpected happened. My preferred wind scatters the snowflakes around me. My best friend and I were lost in the vast sea of snow. I tightened my backpack, trying to find the traces he had left behind. But even if I searched everywhere, I could never find a trace of him in the wind-covered snow. My phone, any communication tool I had was frozen. That time I stayed in a cave in confusion, but found skeletons in an unknown snowdrift. And backpacks left behind by some once-lost travelers. There is nothing there. I just hugged Double Tap and covered myself with a life-saving quilt made of aluminum foil, trying to find any way out. When I almost couldn't hold on anymore and was about to faint, I seemed to see my hometown and the places I had traveled to. I don't know if my best friend has left or died. But I think I was really going to die at that time, right? I walked alone under the street lights. As I walked forward, the road seemed to have no end. When I stepped back, I found it was pitch black. There was a slight rustle of leaves in my ears, and the sound of leaves blown by the wind. I listened hard, even afraid to look forward. Why is this road so dark and so far? I kind of want to pick up the pace. At times like this, I can't seem to maintain my original demeanor. I thought I wouldn't be afraid of these things. It's really embarrassing to walk alone at night and be frightened by your own shadow and sudden sounds. Even if there is no one around me, I don't want to give up this self-esteem. After all, I don't consider myself a child who is afraid of the dark. But unfortunately, the sound of water dripping from nowhere is eating away at my soul. It also eats away at the few moments of calm I have. My breathing gradually became heavier, and then I wanted to put this thing away. In the end, there was really nothing I could do, so I sprinted forward with all my strength. When will you get home? It's going to be fast, it's going to be fast, I rushed to the gate of the community as fast as I could. I finally entered the community. Even though I'm still scared, wait, someone seems to have appeared in front of me? He just stood there, motionless. I was trembling a little and wanted to go around, but I still had to maintain my demeanor. I gritted my teeth, tried to maintain my little self-esteem, and walked past that person. Not afraid, not afraid, just alone, I thought. In the deserted streets, my best friends were by my side. Have I never seen that light? Just yellow rice… Just delusional... I'm just a little bit broken. Why do I only look at the picture in front of me? It's as beautiful as an illusion? People always prefer something, and I am certainly no exception. Yeah? Not a bad idea. I? Let's think of it as the innocent moaning of a mental patient. Was it a dream just now? I thought someone would be willing to come pick me up. Such as brothers, such as close friends, such as father and mother. In the end, it's just my delusion. I didn't come back from the snow-capped mountains. I might have died in the snow-capped mountains. I did not return to the hometown that I miss so much. My bones are still buried in the deep snow. And I will eventually become one of those dry bones. All is delusion. I have never seen him from a distance. My old friend is no longer with me. I might encounter new things. But I dare not forget the past. I still imagine they are with me. I still use their thinking to think about directions. Listen, the wind is clear around you. Remember, someone is chasing you into the distance. Sometimes I miss home. Sometimes I long for the distance. I am not a traveler. But he has traveled all over the world and far away. There is no poetry or distance in front of me. Just endless fantasies. The so-called yellow beam, The so-called delusion, The so-called well-informed, The so-called freedom from wind and rain, The so-called nostalgia and reflection, All are delusions. I'm doubting the reality of the world, I'm suspecting that everything is my delusion, And now I am lying on an unknown hospital bed, I don't know when it started, I don't know when it fell. So where should I be now? I'm sick, Maybe I have a mental problem, So I met a place that wasn't supposed to belong to me, Maybe this is all my imagination, Maybe I have never met these people, I have never encountered these things before, I never got a good ending, So I shouldn't be delusional. ——"To Tsunayoshi" The writing of "Private Damage" is not very good, don't mind it QAQ
I don't want to use a knife, Sawada Tsunayoshi.
I always feel like the main text has just begun, but I also feel that the ending is just right and not abrupt...
Woooooooooooo Tsunayoshi
I believe you, you bastard.
Feeling distressed. . There is also a sense of grievance
Tsk... I feel so sorry for Tsuna for no reason...
As long as Tsuna is fine
I feel... How should I put it... Tsunayoshi is unhappy?