However, Prajna did not resent this.

He asked himself: Even if his and Aonto's positions were reversed, and he and Kiryu's boss worked together to perform the "Master and Disciple Iai Slash", he would never be able to replicate the speed and power of Aoto's previous slash.

He was completely defeated... he was completely defeated... and he couldn't find any reason to be resentful. If he wanted to complain, he could only blame himself for being weak.

Suddenly, this must be the so-called revolving lantern, Prajna suddenly saw countless images passing before his eyes.

Even without looking carefully, he knew that these were all the memories he had since his birth.

Although the volume is not small, most of it flashes by quickly, and the picture is very blurry, making it difficult to see what the content is.

Within a moment, an image was frozen in front of his eyes - Prajna's cheeks suddenly showed a hint of nostalgia.

At this moment when all the memories have faded, only this impact is still very emotional, as if it happened yesterday - this is the day he met his master.

…

"Kid, what are you doing?"

"Catching cicadas."

"Catch cicadas?"

"Don't you know? It's the kind of insect that keeps barking when summer comes."

"No, I know what a cicada is. I'm just curious. As far as I know, you are a lonely child who is not good at communicating and only knows how to practice swordsmanship all day long. I never thought you had such a hobby."

"Catching cicadas is one of my few hobbies, because the meat of cicadas is delicious...Old man, who are you? You have been talking to me since just now. If you are a human trafficker, then you are out of luck. Looking for

Wrong person."

"Old man... what a rude name. I am a relative of your adoptive father, Yoshitomo, so I can be considered a relative of yours."

"A relative of my father? Are you also a member of the Yamada Asaemon family?"

"This kind of thing is not important. My child, let me get straight to the point. Your adoptive father asked me to accept you as his disciple. Are you willing to follow me?"

"Ah? Accept me as your disciple? You?"

"What? Don't you want to?"

"I don't want it! I want to practice with my father!"

"Son, even if I don't say it clearly, you should know that Yoshitomo... his time is running out."

"..."

"I can understand your feelings. Birth, aging, illness and death are common sense in the world. There is nothing we can do about the loss of relatives and friends, we can only accept it calmly."

"...Old man, father, did he really ask you to accept me as your disciple?"

"If you don't believe it, we can confirm it with him now."

"Since the master has asked you to accept me as his disciple, you must have some ability, right? I've said something ugly before, so don't look down on me just because I'm a child. I'm very strong. Ordinary people can't wait.

You are not qualified to be my master."

"Ha, it turns out you are questioning my strength."

"Of course, I don't want to see my master be a rotten old man who is rich in wealth but in ruins."

"In this case... then I will show you my skills on the spot. I respect your wishes. After seeing my swordsmanship, if you still don't want to recognize me as your master, you can turn around and leave without paying any more attention to me.

I."

After saying that, he lowered his waist, held the sheath in his left hand, and the handle in his right hand, and slowly assumed the Iai stance——

…

At this point, the scene when he first met his master ended at the moment when he drew his sword out of its sheath.

The bright sword light that filled the field of vision and dimmed the sunlight in the sky was deeply reflected in Prajna's eyes, engraved in the depths of his mind, and could not be removed.

——This is the starting point of everything... It turns out that it has been so long...

As soon as he thought about this, the color of nostalgia in his cheeks became even stronger.

The master probably never thought that the sword he swung to show his strength had such a huge impact on me.

It turns out there is such a strong old man in this world.

It turns out that there are such powerful and...beautiful slashes in this world.

That day, I saw the vastness of the world for the first time.

That day, after "becoming a Millennium Unparalleled", I had a new goal.

I practiced hard and wanted to become stronger, even to the point of betraying my master, breaking up with my master, and joining the infamous Fa Zun Party. What was all this for?

Is it that I long for the sword of Vairocana?

wrong!

Although Vairochana is a peerless sword, the quality of "the most great things" such as Choso Ni Kotetsu, First Generation Tadayoshi, and First Generation Guobao are not inferior to it at all.

A mere knife is not worth the sacrifice I have to make for it.

Am I greedy for the title of "Master of the Master"?

wrong!

I don't even care about my position as the head of the Yamada Asaemon family, so how can I care about a sect with only me as a disciple?

Do I want to become "Millennium Unparalleled"?

wrong!

If I want to become "Unparalleled for a Thousand Years", why should I care about my master's evaluation? I can bravely go my own way at night.

Vairocana, the master's mantle... they are just a symbol.

They are the symbol of the master, the symbol of the "Liuguang Hachiman".

Master, I have tried my best to practice, and I don’t hesitate to make you sad and sad. I also want to hear your recognition of me with my own ears. I just want... want...

I just want to be you.

…

…

Prajna feels like a long time has passed.

In essence, from the moment the revolving door appears in front of your eyes, everything happens at the click of a finger.

At this time, he suddenly felt the light around him dim.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and took a closer look - an extremely familiar old figure suddenly broke into his eyes.

Although the energy in his body was rapidly draining away, and he no longer had the energy left to vibrate his vocal cords, he still managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice from his throat:

"master……"

Boss Kiryu knelt down beside him, lowered his head and looked at him without saying a word.

Due to the influence of the backlight, he could not clearly see the expression on the master's face, and could only see dark shadows.

As my life is about to pass away, what last words do I have?

At this point, what else can I say to the master?

All kinds of thoughts ran through his mind.

Finally, his lips moved naturally:

"Master...do I still have a chance...to catch cicadas with you like I did when I was a kid...?"

"..."

At this moment, Boss Kiryu's waist seemed to have lost its support and slumped into a bow shape, with his head hanging on his chest.

"...Prajna...No, Kenji, if there is an afterlife, let's be master and disciple again."

"..."

"Kenji?"

Boss Kiryu stretched out his hand and gently touched Katsumi's body.

"..."

"..."

The long silence was not only the silence of Boss Kiryu, but also the eternal sleep of Katsumi.

Qingden stepped forward slowly and stood quietly beside Boss Kiryu.

"...Tachibana-kun, Katsumi, did he hear what I just said?"

Qingdeng nodded lightly:

"Well, he must have heard it. You see, he has closed his eyes safely."

Upon hearing this, Boss Kiryu followed the sound and looked - Katsumi closed his eyes with a calm expression.
To be continued...