Internet! It was as if something hit Kazuyo Sorayama's brain. Other people's conversations could no longer enter his ears, because there was always a voice that kept ringing in his mind: Internet, Internet... Internet!
Can you search for... "Seven Samurai"?
He never forgot for a moment that lifeless mechanical voice: Welcome to the world of Seven Samurai.
It was this voice that pulled him from a stable and peaceful life into that cruel era, forcing him to become a murderous swordsman and witness the death of his close friends... He even didn't know whether the world he was in was real or not.
Is it all an exaggerated joke?
I tried my best to resist, but to no avail. I was still sent into this world that was even more absurd and unreal than "Seven Samurai". I still had to keep killing, killing, killing...Kill! Kill them all! Kill them all.
Let's see if you can still fool me like this!
A wave of murderous intent that can freeze time is centered on a leaf in the empty mountain and covers the entire space.
Trembling! This is the extreme trembling coming from the soul, a strong conflict with the body that dares not even move a hair!
Mimura could swear that he had never felt this way since he was born, and he couldn't even imagine that someone could unleash such terrifying murderous intent.
He knew that according to science, when a person experiences extreme emotions, the hormones in the body will speed up the body's metabolism, causing an increase in blood supply to the heart, an increase in blood flow, bulging veins, redness on the face, and deepened and rapid breathing, especially in the eyes.
Capillaries will rupture, making people's eyes red, conveying anger and ferocity, and causing psychological stress.
But I didn't expect that the ultimate murderous intention would be so terrifying.
Different from Kitano Takeshi's bluffing with actions and words, even if Kitano Takeshi killed two classmates in the classroom, Mimura still had the courage to question him face to face. But Sorayama Kazuha stood there quietly, but it made him feel that his mind had been frozen.
Live, the brain is in a state of complete freeze.
Not only the three villages, but everyone was in silence at the sudden burst of murderous intent from Ichiyo Sora.
A few huge beads of sweat emerged from Kawada's forehead, and gathered along his cheeks at the tip of his chin. The muscles on his face were trembling, and the beads of sweat fell into pieces on the dry cement floor with a popping sound.
He had met his uncle's comrades, a group of elite mercenaries, and heard that they were also murderous warriors in the Middle East and Africa, but Kawada was certain that the murderous aura they collectively exuded was not even one percent as good as the man next to him.
Kawada tried hard to reach for the shotgun hanging on his shoulder, but he almost broke his teeth and couldn't move a little finger.
The souls of the other people seemed to have been forcibly erased, and they were frozen in place, like soulless wax statues.
Even the experienced samurai from the previous world could not withstand the murderous aura that Sorayama Ichiyo unleashed with all his strength, let alone the middle school students in front of him who were as weak as chickens in terms of will and body.
Just when he couldn't suppress it anymore and didn't want to continue suppressing it, a cold and soft touch passed from his palm to his brain, it was a photon!
No one knows how this girl got out of this frozen state. The most amazing thing is that she is obviously the closest to Sorayama Kazuha, and the pressure she endures is getting heavier.
But with another seemingly ethereal but omnipresent thought, he slowly melted away the murderous aura imposed on himself, and tremblingly held Souyama Kazuyo's hand. Slowly but firmly, he opened Souyama Kazuyo's hand that was about to be completely opened.
The gates of hell are closed.
Kazuyo Sorayama closed his eyes and sighed in his heart. He still couldn't let go, he still had photons!
"Mitsuko, I'm sorry, it's okay." Sorayama Kazuyo hugged Mitsuko, rested his chin on her hair, and pressed his chest against her chest, murmuring in a low voice.
Mitsuko's face was covered with tears, and he was choking. He raised his head and held Sorayama Ichiyo's cheek with his hands, and kissed him with his lips. It was comfort, worry, and heartache...but there was no fear!
Until this moment, it seemed that time and space had returned to normal again, and Kawada was the first to break free from this state.
He held the handle of the gun tightly with one hand, which gave him courage. He wiped the sweat with one hand, and shook his body a few times as he gasped for air.
Mimura staggered and held on to the table next to him, beating his chest with lingering fear. He looked around at everyone's condition, but his eyes never dared to look back at Sorayama Kazuha. Only then did he understand Kawada, "I am actually Sorayama-san's prisoner."
The meaning of this sentence is that the will to cooperate becomes more and more firm in the heart.
Noriko reacted the most strongly among the people. Her chest rose and fell violently, but other parts of her body remained stiff, as if her chest was being spliced to her body and being pulled up and down with threads. When Sorayama Kazuyo put away his momentum
, she fell to the ground softly, and a faint water stain slid down her thighs from her sailor skirt... She wanted to clamp her thighs in shame, but just as she was about to make a move, she had completely passed out.
Nanahara and two other classmates fell to the ground. Seeing Noriko fainted, Nanahara crawled over on hands and feet, hugged Noriko and shook her, saying: "Noriko, Noriko, what's wrong with you, wake up!"
Kazuyo Sorayama let go of Mitsuko in his arms and said coldly to Mimura: "Go and find me a movie called "Seven Samurai" right now!" The hoarse voice sounded extremely harsh in the empty and quiet warehouse.
Everyone looked at him secretly, especially Guangzi's expression, which was the most worried. They didn't know what it meant, but because of the thrilling murderous look just now, no one expressed any doubts.
Mimura had no intention of questioning. Although he had no choice but to go to the computer and close the densely packed programs that were running, he typed on the keyboard and started his best computer operation.
"Okay, Sorayama... Lord Sorayama." Mimura changed his words. The fear from his heart made him use honorifics involuntarily.
On the computer screen, "Seven Samurai" started to show. Kazuyo Sorayama slowly sat on the chair in front of the computer, sitting upright and staring at the screen intently, not missing a single frame.
The bandits who came to plunder, the desperate villagers, decided to recruit samurai, Kanbei rescued the child, Jiuzang competed, Heihachi chopped firewood, Kikuchiyo joined, deployed defenses, attacked the stronghold, sacrificed one after another, won the war, Jiuzangzhong
Gun, Kikuchiyo's revengeful death, four lonely graves of samurai... The scenes in the movie correspond to Kazuyo Sorayama's personal experience, making him feel a strong sense of time and space confusion.
"So they will win without me! Still can't change anything?" Kazuyo Sorayama thought secretly. Killing this wave of bandits may lead to the emergence of new bandits. The farmers still have to endure the cruelty and injustice of survival, and the samurai also have to endure the cruelty and injustice of survival.
Continue to wander alone.
So what is the significance of my appearance there? I just saved Kikuchiyo and saved the farmers from dying. It doesn't really mean much whether or not I am there. Then the reason why I was thrown out of the "Seven Samurai" movie is because
Do you want to follow the plot?
If it’s not a movie, could it be me? But apart from improving my swordsmanship a lot, I haven’t changed much... Why? Why myself? Will it be looped in the movie forever? What is the meaning of this existence?
?Where is the flaw?
Where am I?!
Kazuyo Sorayama's breath began to show signs of instability again. Mimura pulled Kawada and pointed to the door. Seeing this, Nanabahara quietly called out to two other friends from the basketball club, and together they carried Noriko, who had fainted, and left with the two of them.
storehouse.
Only Mitsuko stood worriedly behind Souyama Kazuyo, gently massaging Souyama Kazuyo's temples with his fingers, trying to relieve him of some pressure.