Fan fiction, Huo Ying
Author: Pit Niang ant
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This is her first S-class mission, but it is not the first time that she is so close to death.
As a ninja who survived the blood fog graduation exam, she encountered too many situations that were close to death, but she didn't die in the end.
Is it lucky? When her consciousness gradually sank, she thought sarcastically, maybe! However, the scene in front of her made it impossible for her to use the word on herself anyway.
I always thought that I was trained as a inhuman killing machine in Wuyin Village. I have no feelings, and naturally I have no fear. In fact, even at the moment of rapid loss of vitality, she had no fear at all. She just ... couldn't open her eyes and take another look at the ruins in front of her.
Splash of blood kept flashing in front of her eyes, and the broken arm and residual limb repeated the cycle of being thrown up and then falling, and fell on the surrounding piles of bodies, making a dull sound, beating her chest like a heavy hammer, which was painful.
The air in midsummer is sultry and heavy, mixed with thick blood smell. The smell she was used to suddenly made her feel sick. She turned her head subconsciously, and her eyes involuntarily fell on those inhuman fighting machines not far away-puppets.
Even though I had seen the cruelty of that thing in the bloodthirsty class at school, I didn't understand why my superiors classified this task as S-class until I really saw it.
Even in the remote operation of the war, even if these puppets are so skilled that people can't find a gap, she can't help but feel a little mockery for their total annihilation. After all, puppets are not made by human hands? However, they didn't even see the figure of the puppet manipulator, and they all fell down. Only she, who can always pass by death inexplicably, survived.
What did the cruel training and bloody education in Wuyin Village bring?
The past that once broke my heart, made me uncontrollable, and the cruel teaching that numbed my mind could not stand the attack of only one person.
This is a crazy world with a desperate sky overhead.
Is it the end of luck? Finally, she felt the real human breath. She struggled to open her eyes, and a figure was reflected in her dark brown eyes, but she couldn't help breathing.
A teenager, with slightly curly red hair, brings a soft feeling, fair skin, handsome face, amber eyes flashed a surprised light when she saw her open eyes, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth eased the cold eyes.
The night gradually recedes, the morning glow fills the sky, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning falls on the teenager, which seems to be an ambiguous and strange sacredness in the eyes of dying people.
"Angel ...? "She opened her mouth stupefied and unconsciously held out her hands. Sleepy consciousness affected her judgment, so that she couldn't tell the strong smell of blood didn't come from herself, but from the teenager in front of her.
She just suddenly remembered the legend about angels in distant memory, the beauty that she always thought did not exist, but at the last moment. ...
"Really ... an angel?" She repeated blankly, and her eyes, which were always lifeless, suddenly flashed some kind of desire.
"Angel?" It seems that her words are very interesting. The teenager chuckled loudly and his voice was immature. Because she seldom speaks, she is a little hoarse, and her deep voice echoes in her ears, which is inexplicably charming.
Looking at the slender hands in front of him, they are full of bright red, and the teenager's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, but he can't help but be curious. "Why are you still alive?" Look at the wound on her body. The poisoning should be deep. She's still alive.
Why live? She looked puzzled at the teenager in front of her, but her consciousness became more and more groggy. Her eyelids could no longer be lifted, and her outstretched hand slipped feebly. Finally, she murmured, "I don't know, I can't always die ..."
Can't die? The boy's calm eyes suddenly shone because of her last sentence. Looking at the girl with blood on the ground, she saw that her eyes had been tightly closed. Brown eager eyes passed in my mind, thinking of her confusion, I called myself an "angel", and the teenager raised a naughty smile on his mouth.
Angel or devil, you will know when you wake up.
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Puppet teacher
"Scorpion." A serious voice sounded in my ear, and the boy named Scorpion paused slightly, but then lowered his head and continued, ignoring the voice behind him. However, the old voice continued to ask, "Did you bring someone back again?"
The sullen teenager finally turned around and looked at the old man in front of him. His voice is still immature, but there is a trace of anger. "This is my freedom."
"I know," the old man's voice became a little helpless, "but this time this ... haven't you always picked the strong?" That girl looks more like a doll than a ninja.
When my grandson brought the girl back, she was covered in blood, and Chiyo didn't care. I didn't expect that after washing the dirt, she would look like that ... fair skin is tender like a newborn baby, and golden yellow is soft and gentle on her chest. Her eyes were closed and her long eyelashes didn't blink. Chiyo doesn't know what kind of eyes she has, but these are not the point. ...
"That girl is still alive!" Her voice couldn't help raising. Scorpions used to be puppets with those dead people, and the top management just tried to turn a blind eye. After all, it's good for them. But this time it's different. The girl is still alive, which is definitely a big threat to Shayin Village and this girl who have been vigilant. ...
"Who said she was weak?" Scorpion suddenly made a noise to refute grandma's words, but still didn't look back. She just looked down and got what she was doing. "She's the only one who survived on the battlefield, and I'm more interested in ..." He said, dropping a small drop of medicine in his hand on the ground. Strange liquid rustled on the porcelain floor. In a short time, the tiles within one meter of the potion disappeared immediately.
Chiyo couldn't help being surprised. He suddenly looked up, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes, which had been calm and almost lifeless. "Why is she so poisoned and still alive?"
On that battlefield, she was not the only one who didn't die immediately, but she was the only one who could breathe freely when he was near, but she was probably unconscious and called him an "angel" ...
Chiyo suddenly became silent. Looking at his grandson's rare appearance of being so happy, he couldn't help feeling sad. The scorpion turned around again and continued to make medicine, as if looking for the reason why the girl could not die. The atmosphere was silent, only to hear the sound of reagent bottle jingling. For a long time, when Chiyo was helplessly preparing to leave, he heard the low voice of the scorpion. "The top management has given you trouble. I must keep her."
"Then why not kill her and bring it back?" Chidayton stepped down, and then he asked his own doubts. "You know, if it's a dead man, those people won't say anything."
Why not kill it? Scorpion's movements froze slightly. It must be interesting to think that he did have this plan before. It must be a puppet made of an immortal body. However, the girl's last eyes suddenly flashed through her mind, making his hand just deviate from the direction.
Those dark brown pupils are full of loneliness and death, much like him in the mirror. However, that kind of pupil flashed the color of hope because of his appearance, which seemed to dazzle him because of what glory he expected, as if his appearance had brought her salvation.
He's a little annoyed. Obviously, she is the same as him. Why did he save her? If she wants to die, he won't let her die!
Angels ... there is no such thing in the world! He can't let her die. He wanted to wait for her to survive. He wants her to open her eyes and let her see clearly that he is a devil, not an angel in her mouth.
And absolutely, can't bring her redemption.
He turned his back on Chiyo, and Chiyo couldn't see his expression. He could only judge from his stiff back that he didn't want to answer this question, so he sighed helplessly. "That girl seems to have an anti-drug constitution, so she can be poisoned by you but still alive!"
In the world of ninja, in order to resist the constant war, all villages are secretly developing the skills and abilities of ninja. It is not special to have a body that can resist poison, but even the poison made by scorpions failed to kill her. It can be seen that this girl is no ordinary person ... If she wants to say something, she will be sent to take part in this mission. The origin of female ninja itself is worth studying.
"This was found on her." Chiyo remembered something and took something out of his sleeve and threw it beside the scorpion. She knows her grandson's strange temper very well, and she is determined not to step into his puppet room.
Old footsteps mixed with subtle sighs, scorpion's eyes involuntarily fell on the' re at the foot, reaching out and holding it in front of him. With the bright light of the puppet room, he can distinguish a surname on the badge that seems to be a family symbol: asakura.