: The first year story 065, snow falls on the face

The shop owner still had a full smile on his face. He introduced a tuxedo to the man with a frothy mouth, and tried his best to let the handsome and elegant noble gentleman buy this dress. The man was also smiling, nodding his head seemingly satisfied. He propped his chin, but he always stood in front of the door without any intention of moving.
As time passed by, the clicks sounded like monster footsteps. Before I knew it, it was six o'clock. This has already exceeded Campa's time limit for idiots to arrive before six o'clock. However, even though the wall clock on the wall started to ring, the idiot still did not move. He seemed to be nailed to the ground, holding the bread, silently lowering his head...
On the door... there was popping, popping, popping sound. It was the sound of the increased snowstorm hitting it. She didn't know anything about the bread in her arms. She had just tasted the joy of walking and wanted to walk for a while. So, she started to struggle, two little hands began to push the idiot's chest, wanting to come down. But for some reason, the idiot just held her arms tenderly, but at this moment he held her tightly like iron tongs, and refused to let her down.
Little Bread's expression gradually sobbed, she was crying, and her two emerald-green pupils were staring at the idiot. It was these almost imploring eyes that made the idiot finally make up his mind, stepped forward, and walked towards the door of the shop.
The man buying the clothes and the shop owner didn't care about idiots at all, and let the child slowly move towards the shop door.
He is about to leave.
There are still twenty steps...
Fifteen steps...
Ten steps...
Five steps...
At that moment, he and the man passed by, behind the man, covered with blizzard, but the extremely warm outdoor, about to open for him!
"Sir, how about this one?"
"Well, this is it."
The man smiled and put on the tuxedo. At this moment, the little beggar with the baby has passed him, and the shop owner in front of him turned around and turned his back to him...
"Squeaky!!!"
The sound of metal collision suddenly burst in this small shop! Accompanied by the neigh of metal, the door was knocked open, and the idiot's body flew out like a broken kite! His flying momentum was very violent, even after several rolls on the ground, he didn't stop when he rolled up the flying snow. He didn't stop until his back hit the wall of the building across the street. .
Under the falling snow, the dim mie of the idiot's right hand was already in his palm. One of the sources of the metal collision sound just now came from this dagger. The idiot was panting, and the blood pupil on the dagger had already opened, drawing a terrible red light under the gray snow scene.
The idiot leaned against the wall and stood up little by little. At this moment, from the opened shop, the man in the tuxedo walked out slowly. The five fingers of his right hand kept crackling, while his left hand held the legs of a little baby girl upside down. Suddenly being dragged out of the arms of the closest person, the little baby girl cried, trembling and crying for help.
"you are the first."
The man walked into the snow, a path spreading behind his feet. The blood came from the shop owner. At this moment, his upper body and lower body were completely separated, and only one intestine remained connected. Lying in his shop covered in blood.
"You are really the first person who can survive my sneak attack. It is hard to imagine that the first person to avoid my ‘saw hand’ would be a kid like you?"
The man patted the palm of his right hand, looking dispirited. On his left hand, the little girl's crying became stronger. Hearing this cry, the man flung her casually, like a yo-yo, throwing her into his arms and hugging her.
"A baby? Well, it seems a good reason to take your daughter to visit a wife who is tired and sick in a distant country and needs to leave the city. Little devil, this baby girl is mine. But don't worry, you will meet soon. A world."
Snow fell on the head and shoulders. Falling on the blade of Dark Destruction, but not falling into that blood pupil. The blood-colored pupils stared at the opponent in front of him and sneered: "Human kid, I won't help you in this battle. How to use me depends entirely on yourself. I admit that your sense of smell is very sensitive and your perception of danger is better than Ordinary people are good. But if you can't survive the real battle, it means that your ability is nothing more than that."
The words of Dimex are cold, but what is more cold is the man's actions! There is always a charming smile on his elegant and handsome face. In that smile, he suddenly threw the bread into the air!
The feeling of losing gravity and floating in the air lonely and helplessly made Little Bread once again experience what is called dying fear. She let go of her arms and cried loudly, and the idiot couldn't help but raise her head. But soon, he knew what actual combat was, and he also understood how unwise it was to remove his eyes from the opponent when facing an enemy.
The clenched fist suddenly blasted towards the idiot's head. Being beaten by this punch, he will definitely be dead like the shop owner! The fear of death crawled into the idiot's heart, this fear finally forced his caring heart back, and became the former mouse who could live at all costs in order to survive.
Originally it was just the dim extinguishing of the dagger, and at this moment it emitted a dark light. The light stretched along the blade of the dagger, allowing the sword to regain its true appearance! At this moment, he fell into calmness, into incomparable patience and carefulness. Those eyes froze again in the ice and snow, and in his brain, the image of the first sword of the six swords was also opened!
Stepping firmly, the idiot's body moved automatically. He had no idea how many times he had practiced the pace of the first sword. At this moment, he took a very proficient step, his eyes and shoulders became a straight line, avoiding this deadly punch at the moment of his death!
The wind and snow roared, and the man who was wrapped in the snowstorm showed surprise in his eyes. But the idiot knew that his actions were not over yet, because the sword of "Sorrow" had not been pierced yet. According to the clay figure that emerged in his mind, he raised Dim Mi abruptly and stab forward!
…………? ? ? ! ! !
Shang did not resort to it.
More precisely, the sword stopped halfway through the stabbing. Of course, the man would not let go of this great opportunity, his palm hit the little beggar's forehead heavily, blasting him with the sword again and hitting the wall. And this collision also caused a bloodshot from the corner of the idiot's mouth, and the whole person collapsed, as if he could no longer stand up.
The fallen bread was firmly grasped by the man in his hand with agile technique. He sneered, mocking that there would be such a stupid person in this world. Looking at his strength, I'm afraid that even the beginner of the forged body doesn't know if there is any. With such inferior skill, he dare to counterattack?
"Little devil, lie down, and soon, you won't feel anything."
The man turned around and left with the bread that was still crying. He stepped on the snow, leaving only a road that no one can match. Under this dark night, under this snowy sky, is there really no one who can stop him? No one really...can beat him?
The idiot was lying down, he was not unconscious. He heard the footsteps of the man leaving and also heard his message. He squeezed his fist... able to move. Although the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his body seemed much harder than expected. Yes, he was indeed injured. And the injury is not light. But the injury was not serious enough to make him unconscious and unable to stand up.
He was able to stand up again, but at the moment, he did not do that. Because in that short moment, he had already understood too many things.
First, he is not the man's opponent at all. Standing up, you can only find your own way.
Secondly, he didn't know how to the bread back from the man's hand unharmed. Rushing to stand up can only make the bread that is temporarily safe to fall into a real threat to life.
And third...
He didn't know why the sword he had just stopped, why... he couldn't swing it!
Snow fell in the sky and landed on the idiot's face, bringing him cruel coldness. In the ear, the man's footsteps are still far away, even if the footsteps are getting lighter and farther away, the idiot is still lying down, looking up at the sky. He was thinking, thinking. No matter how bad the environment is, he always puts thinking before physical action.
Why would my sword stop? Isn't that "sorrow"? No, whether it is the pace, the action, or the timing of the sword, the idiot thinks that what he is playing is definitely the sword of death. but why? Why is the sword he stabbed so fast than the clay figure? Far from being invincible from the girl who taught her own swordsmanship? Is it a gap in your own strength? Is the action not enough? Or is there a sword error in some small place?
The idiot was thinking, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky. But he didn't know that in a dark alley of this empty street, a man who had already arrived was squatting in a corner, quietly looking at the little beggar lying on the ground. This person's eyes are full of concern. Perhaps, the owner of this eye wants to rush out now, defeat that man, and rescue the idiot and the bread. But he still held back. Because he knows that if that child can't even break through the current level, how can he deal with the many crises that will appear before him in the future?
Sword of Death...what is the meaning of sword?