Because the enemies she faces are indeed somewhat 'indestructible'.
These snake-like deadpools cannot be dealt with by the weapons in her hands.
Her shurikens couldn't break through the defense at all. If she faced such an opponent with a small number, she could still give it a try, but facing a group, she felt that she had no chance of winning.
Deadpool's whole body is covered with hard scales, and the metal blade hidden on her body is too thin to be of any use at this moment. Fortunately, she has been with the young master for many years and is considered a good hand with a knife, but this can also be solved
Can't understand the problem at hand.
At this time, Yabuki Sakura's body was already covered with many bleeding marks. If it weren't for the tight-fitting armor she wore at all times, she probably wouldn't have been able to last so long.
Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were a little dazed.
I really want to see that face again...
Endless thoughts flooded into her mind, and she recalled her encounter with Yuan Zhisheng that year.
She was a child picked up by her family from Afghanistan, but she was abandoned soon after she was picked up.
Because she was incompatible with this place, she couldn't even speak Japanese at that time. Her Japanese was taught by Yuan Zhisheng.
She grew up to the age of sixteen without anyone knowing. Anyway, there was no shortage of food in our family, and no one cared whether she lived or died. She just lived in the corner in obscurity.
That day at the shrine.
She was wearing sloppy clothes, and no one had ever noticed her as a handyman. She was just silently responsible for the maintenance of the tribute weapons in the shrine. From time to time, she waxed and oiled these broken knives that were about to rust, leaving her covered in kerosene.
The taste is even more unpleasant.
But she was noticed by Yuan Zhisheng just like this.
That year, Yuan Zhi was seventeen years old and she was sixteen.
Seventeen-year-old Yuan Zhisheng was a rebellious middle school boy. On that day, he was accompanied by the family heads to the shrine to offer incense.
But where was his mind? He smoked at the door of the shrine right after burning incense. Well, this is considered incense, right?
Inadvertently, he heard two underworld employees discussing not far away. He hated people who bullied others behind their backs the most.
But what they said interested him very much. They said, you know, the girl who is responsible for packing the weapons looks like she has never eaten. As long as you give her food, she will do everything for you.
How could Yuan Zhisheng, who had a strong sense of justice, tolerate these guys' nonsense? It sounded to him that these two guys were insulting the girl.
He is a righteous friend and their boss, so he must be taken care of.
So he put out the cigarette viciously, knocked the two of them away, and almost pressed the cigarette butt into their faces.
The two staff members did not dare to say anything after being hit. After all, they were their young masters, so how dare they.
After that, Minamoto Chisei silently came to the corner of the shrine, where the weapons were kept.
It's so remote that even the sun doesn't bother to illuminate these old scraps of metal, and moss grows everywhere.
How can a girl stay with such trash all day long?
Yuan Zhisheng frowned and looked at the girl who was similar to him.
At such an age, one should be bathing in the sunshine and thriving, becoming a carefree butterfly, instead of being here with a bunch of shabby antiques that never see the light of day.
Her oily face should be made of makeup, the linen on her body should be a floral skirt, and she should be a beautiful girl.
Yuan Zhisheng watched the girl's work quietly.
The girl didn't seem to notice him. She oiled these broken knives very carefully. Although these knives couldn't be taken out to kill people even if they were oiled, such work was meaningless, but she didn't complain at all.
No, because if someone gives her food to eat, she will do the job well, even if it is meaningless...
Yuan Zhisheng fell in love with this serious girl at first sight, and he asked the girl if she was willing to hang out with him. At that time, Yuan Zhisheng had just become the head of the Yuan family, and he had the right to change the fate of the girl in front of him.
He once thought that if he didn't have such a bloodline, he would be like this girl, forgotten in a corner and become the tool of those two people who just said, "As long as you give him food, he will do anything for you."
.Finally disappeared into a corner that no one cares about, and no one remembers it.
But he was the young master of the Eight Sheqi Family, and for the first time he actually felt lucky that he had such an opportunity.
Only in this way can he have the right to give this girl dignity.
The girl said: "You give me food and I will do things for you."
"No, I will give you food, you just need to be my beautiful girl."
She still remembered the boy's determined face at that time.
Even Yabuki Sakura herself doesn't know when exactly this face was engraved in her heart. If she dies, will the young master be sad?
She shook her head, her eyes suddenly becoming firm.
The golden pupils in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Can't die, must live.
She still wanted to see him again. She didn't know what kind of beautiful girl the young master liked. How could she die here like this?
Sakura lowered her head and sang softly, her beautiful short hair flying in the darkness, and the spirit of words and the undercurrent flowed.
She took off all the metal blades on her body and held them in her hands, feeling the flow of wind in the field.
"one two three……"
Counting silently in her mouth, she was counting the number of enemies and locking their positions.
"Thirteen."
What a despairing number. ‘Thirteen’ is a taboo number in the West because Judas, the disciple who betrayed Jesus, was ranked thirteen.
There is no point in praying to Jesus now.
A smile appeared on her lips.
His fingers lightly crossed his side, and metal blades shot out in volleys.
She neither aimed nor hesitated, because she had already calculated the angle of each blade, and the undercurrent would send them where they should go.
That's the only exposed part of these monsters—the eyes!
With her as the center, countless silver lights flew like butterflies spreading their wings, leaving wonderful arcs in the darkness, intertwining a metal storm.
The girl was in a desperate situation, surrounded by dangers, and she struggled to find a glimmer of hope.
No matter how much blood flows from the wound, she will not stop. She will not give up until those firm golden eyes are extinguished.
Determination burns in the golden eyes, which is the desire for life. He does not pray to anyone and does not need anyone's mercy.
This is the dignity he bestowed upon her,
This is a battle that belongs only to her!
Xuan Hao watched the girl's fight silently. In the darkness, the pairs of golden pupils were extinguished, and only her eyes were shining brightly.
He shook his head helplessly.
She was still laughing, so there was no need for him to intervene.
So, he turned around and left, but before leaving, he conveniently tore apart the other Deadpools who were near here. After all, there was only one way up, and these guys were blocking his way.
He did not break the wall again, but just followed the road all the way up, killing it and tearing up everything in the way without sparing a single thing.
He swore that he had absolutely no intention of saving anyone.
Because that girl didn't need him to save her at all.