Vol 3 Chapter 65: People still have to be honest

In Fang Lang's heart, Hattori's entire hiding is far less important than the other three.
Even if everyone is a partner, this prejudice exists here and cannot be erased. Such an honest admission is much better than a false pretense. Fang Lang never felt that this was a bad thing.
The impressions of the few people named by Teacher Songyang were already deeply ingrained before meeting him. Even if he still didn't understand their temperament, Fang Lang was full of illusions and longings for the three of them. But this vision is not in the whole possession.
Fang Lang didn't feel any guilt, because he also knew that there were more important existences in Quan Zang's heart. This kind of thing could not be forced, just let it go and follow his own state of mind. It's like an equal exchange, without any dissatisfaction.
Fang Lang was also very relieved to hand over the things on earth to Quanzang. If they were handed over to Gao Shan, he would not be at ease. After all, Quanzo knows more flexibility than Takasugi in handling things.
Besides, when he recovers from his injury, he will definitely devote himself to the training with the head of Mudui Jiro. In order for him to concentrate on training, other things can only be left to Quanzang. But that's how it is said, even if it is handed over to Takasugi, let alone disturbing him, he will definitely not bother. That man is headstrong.
This is also his affirmation of all Tibet and his trust in his fellowship.
Moonlight slanted into the room through the unclosed window, coating the bed with a shallow white light, making the edges become translucent. Under the thick duck down quilt concealed the already tattered body. The person with this body opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling motionlessly. The pain of defeat is deeper than the scars of the body, it seems to be pierced into the heart, dripping blood.
The bandage almost covered his whole body, entangled him like a snake.
Not reconciled.
If he hadn't left suddenly at that time, he would definitely be able to continue the fight, and who would die by that time might still be.
Stubborn, perhaps just a hard-talking idea was overthrown by himself in the next second.
Not reconciled.
But even if it is unwilling, there are things that must be admitted.
I lost to Heaven.
In front of that power, he was just a kitten waving its fangs.
If he hadn't left because of other things at that time, he would have died there.
This is the real reality.
Not reconciled...
Want to become stronger....
Don't want to lose...
The hands hidden in the quilt grabbed the sheets under him and clenched them into fists.
"..."
"Smelly boy, you are too weak."
I don't know when the uncle who appeared next to the bed made a dull voice, with a dissatisfaction that he was accustomed to when teaching others, and a slight impatience. His eyebrows were tangled together, and he snorted contemptuously. He didn't show much emotion, as if only to complain.
This just made Takasugi feel even more annoying. The sight of the ceiling moved to the window. Looking along the moonlight, he saw that the wind gently lifted the translucent curtains, and the tulle curtains were blown open by the wind and fluttered softly. But now he has no interest in searching for words and phrases suitable for this scene from his mind, or that he doesn't want to watch anything now, and is in no mood.
However, the annoying uncle Mushui Jiro long came to sneer. So Takasugi also naturally replied in response to his extremely bad mood.
"If you just want to see a joke, you can go away."
He will not show a fragile appearance in front of this person, absolutely not. Gao Shan's dark green eyes had no focus, but nothingness, and his eyes were blurred.
"Hello, why are you awkward after losing?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Ah-you are really troublesome." Mudumi Jiro supported his waist with one hand and rubbed the back of his neck with the other hand. "Even if you know that you are desperate, it will be very troublesome to come back in such a tattered state. When will you make people feel at ease?"
Although it was troublesome, Nishizumi Jiro-chan never felt that Takasugi was troublesome--even though Takasugi was indeed a troublesome kid.
"...Tsk."
Takasugi didn't want to answer. It seems to be asleep.
"...You are often so stiff."
Seeing that Takasugi hadn't answered, Nasui Jiro softened his tone a little.
Originally, he didn't want to say anything. He didn't know what to say to a depressed kid who lost a fight. He didn't know what to say. Originally, he was not a guy who likes to talk, comforting, and so on. I can't tell what it is.
Even if Tatsugoro Terada said to continue, he was unwilling to do so for several days. Even if he stood here now, he definitely didn't come here because of his own consciousness. Why choose to come when everyone is asleep? He didn't want to explain, it was just a convenience anyway.
Nasui Jiro followed his hand to a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.
It was not that he couldn't understand Takasugi's feelings when he lost such a fight. After all, he often loses to Tatsugoro Terada. It's not that there won't be a situation like Takasugi. Loss will always accompany him. But it must not be defeated.
Nashui Jiro put a hand on the bulge of the quilt, although he couldn't feel his body temperature through the thick quilt.
"Sometimes it's okay to be honest."
"It's okay to be unwilling or resentful."
"Cry if you want to cry."
"You think I'm too dark to see me."
He rarely says joking things. This was probably the gentlest comfort he could think of.
He couldn't say something interesting like Tatsugoro Terada. Words that make people laugh.
Soon, he felt the small, faint trembling from under the quilt.
Nashui Jiro did not speak any more, just kept this movement quietly. He didn't know what time it was, everyone must be asleep anyway, except for him and Takasugi.
The young man held back the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for a long time and unwilling to confide silently under the moonlight. Gao Shan stubbornly didn't make any sound, only the trembling told the catharsis of this emotion.
After a long time, he spoke.
The voice is soft like a ghost.
"I want to become stronger."..
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