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//ɐ₦iF̒AہXƕnB<k>
  The wind whips mournfully through the dead garden.

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//𕢂Ă_A
//s񂾓őf􂢂炢ė̂A
//̌̕ɉ^΂ĔޕւƋA
//͐܂̖XƖƂ炵ĂB<k>
  Perhaps satisfied after spewing their poisons over the earth, the thick clouds that had blotted out the sky are gone, swept away during the calm after the storm. Now the brilliant full moon is free to light up the night.

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//ȑ^X錎؂̉ATƗԁA
//˂ꍕ񂾗̖͂؁XB<k>

//}tSĔA
//^[ׂ̉Ƃт́A
//a̋ɒ~ނwv킹B
//܂ŎWRƋP̌ɌāA
//vtƎL΂S҂̌Q̂悤Ɂcc<k>

//̏ĂࣖƔԂ炫ւ点ĂȂǂƁA
//Nm낤BNÂڂB<k>

//̍rpĴ́A
//ߓ̒̉ɐSa܂L҂̓łB<k>
  Bathed in dazzling moonlight, dead trees stand black and twisted.

  Barren of leaf and blossom, the pollution-tarred trees resemble the clawing fingers of men suffering from some rare illness, a horde of diseased hands reaching desperately for the shimmering moon.

  Who could imagine that these peach trees once bloomed in stunning pink majesty?

  Only those who recall finding comfort in this garden's elegance of old have the privilege to mourn its ruin.

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//Ȏi𐳂lA
//܌Xlɐg낪AςʂĂ̒뉀A
//߂X̂܂܂Ɏނ悤Ȋ፷Œ߂ĂB<k>
  One such man now reclines in a half-collapsed gazebo, gazing out over the wasted garden with no less adoration than he held for it in the days of its glory.

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//_񕛞ˎA<R ALT="EEz[W">R</R>B
//ہccƂȂẮA
//ȌŔނĂ΂l̂ǂB<k>

//Ē`𐾂gDƁA
//ނɕt]ׂĂ̎҂肸jłɓĂȂA
//̊፷ɍȂ͔oȂB<k>
  Liu Haojun, the <I>fu-zhaizhu</I> of the Qingyun Society - though surely there are none who will call him that now.

  He has lead into destruction the Society to which he swore loyalty, and brought all who followed him to ruin, yet there is no hint of guilt or sorrow in his quiet gaze.

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//SƟӖoƂA܉₩Ɍ葱̂́cc
//ї͂؂̍ԂAĤ悤ɎUƂ܂悤eB
//XƗ₽󂯂锒jq<R ALT="`CihX"></R>A
//[𘺌Ȃj[Cv킹B<k>
  The object of the Demon Eyes' serene gaze is a white figure, wandering aimlessly through the trees like a lost spirit. In the cold, revealing light of the moon, the white satin of her <I>qipao</I> makes her glow like a deep-sea fish swimming through the abyss.

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//ނ<R ALT="C["></R>ƌĂԃKCmChB
//Ĕނ̈ƁAeA@Bl`B<k>

//tȂAȂA
//Ƌ𒭂߂΂肾ޏcc
//OڂƗ܂ɕĂB<k>
  She is the gynoid Ruili, the mechanical doll upon whom Liu has bestowed the name and face of his beloved.

  Before, she could neither speak nor feel, but only stare blankly off into the void...... but now her face is wet with tears.

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//uccHv<k>
"......Where are you?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̍ԂɚAԖ镗ɂĎUB<k>
  The whispers that escape from between her sobs are carried off by the wind to die.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uZlccZlȂcc͉H@Zl͉Hv<k>
"Brother...... I can't find you...... Where am I? Where are you, brother?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//؁XƁANɖ₤ƂȂJԂ鋕iB
//ƂNĂAޏ͂̌t܂B<k>

//ܐl`̏ӂ߉Ղނ̂́ȂOGȂ߂A
//ꔲ̎⛌B
//̌̂邾̗͂܂ޏɂȂB<k>

//̔ޏ́A܂ɍْfꂽfЂ̂̓ЂB
//̗܂́AߒQ̗ŔA
//Ĕޏ<R ALT="REC[">E</R>玝ẑ܂܂̊łB
  Again and again, she pleads desperately, vainly with the empty air. Even should someone answer her cries, she would not understand their words.

  Her torment now is born of boundless heartache, an overwhelming loneliness that returned to her without any warning. Yet she still lacks the ability to understand its source.

  Her soul contains only two of the five fragments, but her pain and sorrow are whole and unchanged, just as they were when she was Kong Ruili.

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//ucĉ̂܂܂ȁB<R ALT="C["></R>v<k>
"......Everything is just as it was back then, Ruili."<K>

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//悤ɓƂ蚂<R ALT="E"></R>B
//̔΂͏̚j}̂A
//邢͘c񂾎̌`Ȃ̂cc
//܂ŗ]l̗̈Oɂ̐Su܂܁A
//Sl͒ǉɐZB<k>
  Liu speaks to himself as though in a dream, his memories carrying him far into the past. Is his smile one of scorn for her grief? Or is it a twisted expression of love? Alas, the heart of the Demon-Eyed Adonis is beyond the ken of mortal man.

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//u̓Ńcc
//ĉ̑OŋĂv<k>
"You cried on that day too......"<K>

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//ȂɂAh́B<k>

//Ȃ̈AȂ݂̎A
//ׂĎɂ͐h́B<R ALT="">g</R>Ȃ́B<k>


//NāA
//Ď͍KŁcc<k>

//玄̂邱̏ꏊyāA
//̐l͐Mċ^ȂB<k>

//Ȃ炢nɑB
//̐gŏĂꂽB<k>

//Ďď߂΁A
//̐lācc
//CtĂꂽȂ́B<k>
  I cannot bear it.

  Your love, your kindness. It all torments me, like a yoke about my neck.

  Everyone loves me. I've always been blessed.

  And so he never doubts for a moment that I live in paradise.

  Give me hell, then. Let my body be cast into the flames.

  If I cry for help, then perhaps...... perhaps even he will notice.

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//uāAvô͋ĂN΂ccv<k>
"In my memories, you are always crying......"<K>

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//uccRȁB̍N̏Ί́A
//zɂ̂񂾂v<k>
"......I suppose that's no surprise. Your smiles were always for him alone, after all."<K>

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//<R ALT="E"></R>͎loĂɑ^сA
//C΋͂炷̖TɗĂB
//ڂ̑OŐk錨܂ł́Aē͂ʊuB
//̗ʒůԊu܂łAӎ̂ɐČĂB<k>
  Liu leaves the gazebo, moving as if in a trance. Before he knows it, his feet have carried him to the weeping girl's side. The scant distance to her trembling shoulders is one that he can never hope to cross. Unconsciously, he has recreated even the impassable gulf that always existed between them.

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//uł䗗BNĂÉA
//yłłȂv<k>
"But behold. Your prison is no longer a paradise."<K>

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//uĂ̒ʂAقcc
//͌N]񂾒ʂ̒n낤Hv<k>
"Look well...... Is this not the hell that you wished for?"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ނ悤ɁA悤ɁA<R ALT="E"></R>͉₩ȌŌ葱B<k>
  His voice is soft and gentle, as though to soothe her grief.

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//XƗ܂l`́Aނ̌tɉ邱ƂA
//̈ӂ邱ƂȂB<k>
  But the sobbing doll cannot answer him, nor even understand the meaning of his words.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccZlccZlccv
"Brother...... Brother......"

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//ē͂ȂFtAĘA˂<R ALT="EEz[W">R</R>B
//AʋȐ[ɁA邪܂܂̑zށcc
//͐ÂȋČ`B<k>
  Knowing that it is futile, Liu Haojun nevertheless continues to speak. His pours out his emotions as they come, casting them into an empty void from which not even an echo returns. Such is the tranquil manifestation of his madness.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uSz͂Ȃv<k>

//uNĂƉ΂̔Mcc
//̋ɂA]A]zɓ`v<k>

//u҂邱Ƃ͂ȂB
//Ȃz͋삯B
//N~߂ɁAāv<k>
"Worry no more."<K>

"He has felt the heat of the flames that burned you. He knows your pain and despair."<K>

"Your wait is finally over. Soon he will come, sacrificing everything to save you, and you alone."<K>

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//₩ȏ𗧂ĂāA<R ALT="E"></R>͂ƘΌ𔲂A
//F悤ɋNČfB
//mñCsAAh˂ƂЎ茕Ƃ_ŁA
//̗v͕ςȂB
//ՓVpɂ߂<R ALT="E"></R>ɂƂĂ͉ߕsȂłB<k>
  With the soft sound of steel clearing sheath, Liu draws his sword in a single smooth motion and raises it above his head as though offering a prayer. Although his western rapier is a one-handed sword designed primarily for thrusting, that does not change the essence of its use. Such a weapon is well suited to a master of Daitian Swordplay.


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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uׂẮAN̖]ނ܂܂Ɂccv<k>
"All shall be as you wished......"<K>

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//uǂɎ́A<R ALT="C["></R>cc
//̉ɂ΂ł邩Hv<k>
"After you have your happy end, Ruili...... will you smile at me, too?"<K>

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//zčႦႦƗ₦铁gAÂƒ߂<R ALT="E"></R>̊䊂Ɂcc
//̂ƂAÂȉB<k>
  As he stares into the blade, its steel shining coldly in the moonlight, flames burn with serene intensity in Liu's eyes.

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//u͌Nߗ~ʂA
//̐nɕςĂBȁcc
//N̂߂ɏI点͂Ȃv<k>

//uNƓnɁAz܂˂ƂB
//̐܂ŏĂĂB
//NĂ̂Ɠ΂Łv<k>
"Just as you asked, I have turned this world into hell. However...... this torment is not for you alone."<K>

"I will cast him into hell alongside you. I will roast his flesh to the bone in the same flames that burned you."<K>

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//CsA̓gG点錎Aሼ̂悤ɒˏオB<k>

//߁A͂}̈{Ȃ؂藎ƂĒɕcc
//<se src="_z[W1" mode="on" option="single">
//̑M𗁂тāAɌ`B<k>

//Ŗ؂̎}𑨂<R ALT="E"></R>̌́A؂荏ނ݂̂Ȃ炸A
//ʂɖUĂB
//ӂꂽjЂ͂̈ЂƂ邾̎ʂ𗯂߂A
//ׂĕɗĔы̂łB<k>

//yȌZ̍Ⴆ́Aނ}v̎Ƃł͂ȂB
//ċH̓V˂搂ꂽƌpƂ́A
//܂ɓ_̈ɂB<k>
  His rapier suddenly darts through the air like a young sweetfish, scattering silver moonlight in its wake.

  In a flash, a dead branch is severed soundlessly from its tree......<se src="_z[W1" mode="on" option="single"> then blasted to dust by a flurry of glittering thrusts.

  Liu's blade does not simply cut the suspended branch to pieces, but literally disintegrates it, leaving behind not a single fragment of sufficient mass to fall to earth. All are carried off on the wind.

  Such speed and skill are, of course, unattainable by those of ordinary talent. This godlike kung fu is a testament to the ability of the <I>neijia</i> swordsman once hailed as the greatest genius of his age.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uA<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>v<k>

//u炪PN͂҂˂B
//Ō̋̂v<k>
"Come quickly, Kong Taoluo."<K>

"Our princess is here, anxiously awaiting my final gift."<K>

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//<R ALT="E"></R>̎@ɎcĂSV̈ؗpA
//Jオ̖y邱Ɛ\B
//H蒅RAzΔȂ<R ALT="R">E</R>Ɠ@́A
//vΏCɖ߂Ĉȗn߂ĖKȂANԂ̋AB<k>
  After appropriating the lone SV left abandoned at Liu's manor, about twenty minutes of racing through the cloudless night brought Taoluo to the Kong estate in the Kunlun Mountains on the banks of Lake Yangcheng. It strikes him that this is his first visit home since returning to Shanghai.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccCÂAĂv<k>
"......I know this house."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//T<R ALT="C["></R>A<R ALT="^I["></R>̐͂̕őiB<k>
  Standing beside him, Ruili tugs his sleeve emphatically.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uȂ񂾂ƂĂAȂv<k>
"It feels so familiar."

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//uccAȁv<k>
"......Yes, I suppose it does," Taoluo murmurs as he gazes about the long-unlit manor.

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̎ċv@ƌnāA<R ALT="^I["></R>͙ꂭB<k>

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȁB́v<k>
"It feels like home."

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//킸1NA̎܂ܕuĂŁA
//@͌eȂʂĂĂB
//ƐlA̗ނɕFꂽA
//牽Wŝ낤B<k>

//ꂽJɍRꂪς́A
//Ă̖ȒSȗLlB
//VWjA~蒍Ǝ_J𗁂т邾тт́A
//xƉԂԂƂ͂܂B<k>
  During its master's year-long absence, the manor fell into total ruin. Now there is no trace of its former glory. The servants are all gone, thieves have stripped it of everything of value, and vagrants have made it their playground.

  The once-beautiful garden has been reduced to this pitiful state. With no one to repair the cracked dome, the peach trees have been subjected to the unending rain of smoke, oil, and poison. Surely they will never blossom again.

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//łڂὂ߂Ē߂΁A
//Sɂ܂܂Ƒh߂̌iςA̔piɏdȂČB
//̍ccƂO̐E͔łA
//͗DƎ݂ɖĂB
//ƂȂẮAXB<k>
  Yet if he narrows his eyes and calls up the image still vivid in his heart, he can see the barren garden as it once was. Back then, no matter how unforgiving the outside world became, he could always find peace and happiness here. Now those days are but a distant memory.

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//<R ALT="E"></R>̎cbZ[WɋȂA̓Ԃ̒낱̕B
//ׂĂ̈ʂɂ́AȂقǑꏊʁB<k>
  If Liu's message is to be believed, this will be the site of their final battle. Yes, perhaps this is the best place to bring an end to it all.

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//ɓݍłA<R ALT="^I["></R>͎XƔ𕷂Ƃ߂B<k>
  Upon stepping into the garden, Taoluo soon catches the forlorn echoes of a woman's sobs.

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//uȁccv<k>
"Wha......"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ŷ悤ɂڂȂŁA
//̖͂؁X̍Ԃɂ߂eB
//ߓɗV<R ALT="C["></R>̖S삩Ǝvقǁcc
//قǂɏ́A
//ɏĂtʉeƐʗepĂB<k>
  A white shape wanders between the trees, her movements those of a traveller lost amid thick fog. Taoluo is convinced for a moment that Ruili's ghost has returned to haunt the playground of her youth, so indistinguishable is she from the image burned into his soul.

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//uZlccccv<k>
"Brother...... Where are you......?"

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<bustup name="st^I[g" face="f" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u<R ALT="C["></R>ccb!!v<k>
"Ruili!!"

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<bustup name="stlC[l`" face="" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//ׂǂ͓ȂB
//܂X́A
//ɏœ_킷ƂȂɒfrB<k>
  The girl does not answer his cry. Her eyes, filled with tears, continue to gaze blankly off into empty air.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucOȁv<k>
"Too bad," comes a mocking voice from behind him.

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̔wAꉮ̒̉AݏoleA
//悤ɐB
//̓̑̂܂܌`̂悤ȁcc
//AĉݘAȂ闧pB<k>
  Turning to face the main house, Taoluo sees a tall figure step out from behind a thick pillar. The sight evokes fond memories and fierce loathing, as though his hatred itself has manifested in physical form.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u̎茳Ɏc<R ALT="C["></R>ɁA<R ALT="r">k</R>ɗaĂfЂtB̎q߂̂́Aɔ߂Ă݂v<k>

//uȌWߑȂc肪AޏB̏<R ALT="C["></R>ƈāA<R ALT="C["></R>ɂ͉̊̌炵v<k>
"I combined my Ruili's soul with the fragment I'd left in Bin's keeping, but she only regained the sorrow hidden in her heart."

"She is what remains to be collected. Unlike your little Ruili, she does not recognize us, it seems."

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<bustup name="st^I[g" face="{" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uMlccv<k>
"Damn you......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//vĕS<R ALT="r">k</R>ɂ̂A
//čq̔Z͂<R ALT="C["></R>̍Đ@ɂāA
//Ȃ̒jmĂ̂A
//ׂ^͂B<k>

//<R ALT="^I["></R>̋ɉQ̂́A
//̓܂Őςݏd˂Ă]Ɖl̐΂B<k>
  Why did Liu kill Bin, one of his right-hand men? How does he know about Ruili's resurrection, which should have been the Profane Scalpel's secret plan? There are many questions that need answering.

  But now Taoluo's heart is dominated by the rage and despair that have festered to this day.

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<bustup name="stE" face="D΂" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u悭߂ȁA<R ALT="^I["></R>v<k>

//u҂˂B̓v<k>
"Welcome back, Taoluo."

"I've waited long for this day."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="{" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uƂāccv<k>
"As have I......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//҂˂B
//x̒jƑΛ邽߂ɁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͎_疽𔃂߂̂B
//`ׂĎɂāB<k>
  To bring about this final confrontation, Taoluo bought back his life from the hands of Death. In exchange, he offered up his loyalty and honor.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uƂ͂AςʂĂU}ႠȂv<k>

//ul̂߂ɁA
//悭܂ő̂v<k>
"Ahh, how you've changed. I almost mistook you for a walking corpse."

"......You've done well to fall so far for the sake of your sister alone."

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//Sl̗⍓Ȝ΂A
//X𔺂ĉߓ̌iĂі߂B
//₩ȏΊ<R ALT="^I["></R>ZĂcc
//̍ƐȂ<R ALT="EEz[W">R</R>̔΁B<k>
  The Demon-Eyed Adonis's coldly pitying smile strikes Taoluo with a sickening sense of deja-vu. It's the same, exactly the same...... that cool, knowing smile with which Liu Haojun always watched over Taoluo and his sister.

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//uAƂB͕ςv<k>
"Yeah, I've changed."

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//uAMĺccv<k>
"But you......"

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>́A炽߂ĒɘȂސl`ÎB<k>
  Taoluo stares once again at the doll wandering through the dead garden.

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//􂩂ꂽ<R ALT="C["></R>hl`̂A
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>苖ɎcŌ̈́B
//̗ep͖_A傪ߗ~<R ALT="">e</R>ɐ`̂낤B
//ޏO<R ALT="C["></R>ɉZƂA̎́cc<k>

//̖eƍA񂾂̂AːĴA
//܂͓<R ALT="EEz[W">R</R>Ȃ̂B<k>
  She is Haojun's personal gynoid, the last of the five that contained pieces of Ruili's shattered soul. Her appearance is undoubtedly exactly what her owner designed it to be. That she resembles the living Ruili in every detail can only mean one thing......

  The Liu Haojun who loved that angelic face and shining black hair...... was the very same Liu Haojun who defiled her soul.

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//g̏ΊŁA₩Ȗڂ̂܂܂ŁA
//Mĺcch<k>

//gaA<R ALT="C["></R>J߂̂H
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ccb!!h<k>
(With that same serene smile, you......)

(You cut me down, and raped my sister!? Is that it, Haojun!?)

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//̒jAeȂقǂɕ^ςĂ̂Ȃ
//<R ALT="^I["></R>݂͂ɕ܂
//w̌Ă낤B<k>
  If only Haojun had borne no trace of his old self, it would have been easy for Taoluo to claim vengeance by his hatred alone.

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//F̕^ςQA
//ނȖ|Sɒǂ߂΂ŗǂB
//߂̉źA
//܂ܐSɔ߂Ă΍ς񂾁B<k>

//̂܂ɂȌ݂́Aߋƒf₵̂Ɓcc
//MĂB<k>
  Mourning his friend's ghoulish transformation, he could have blamed everything on whatever illness drove him to this insanity. His memories of the distant past would have remained beautiful and pure.

  More than anything, he wanted to separate forever this wretched present from that idyllic past.

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//șR]݂A
//<R ALT="E"></R>̔΂OɂāA𗧂ĂĊĂB<k>
  He can hear that dream collapsing around him, shattered to pieces by Liu's smile.

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//u<R ALT="E"></R>Db!!v<k>
"Liu!!"

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//͂ċzZȂA<R ALT="^I["></R>͂ɋ邪܂܁A
//U肩i͔Cɒ@낷B<k>
  To hell with technique. Overwhelmed by rage and grief, Taoluo brings his sword crashing down on Liu's head with nothing but brute force behind it.

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//ӂْM킹ȂoɂȂ܂<R ALT="E"></R>ɁA
//͒vIȋnƂȂ͂B
//ccAȘ`Ȃj񂾂̂́A
//҂\Ă̂悤ɑMCsA̓gB<k>
  Liu's stance is perfectly relaxed, with no hint of battle-readiness. There should be nothing to stop Taoluo's blow from claiming his life, but his rapier suddenly appears and blocks the <I>wo dao</I> with flawless timing.

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//u̖lȌ͉H@<R ALT="^I["></R>B
//ƋF`̖v<k>
"Is your sword a child's toy, Taoluo? Surely this is not the strength of the successor."

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//_悭𐪂邪v̓ƌpɂẮA
//ȗ͔C̒ՋɂꍞނȂǈ̋ɂ݂łB
//΂<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̌́A
//Ӑgŉ<R ALT="^I["></R>̓OɂтƂȂB<k>

//OłƊŉ߂łȂ̂́Ä|IO̗͂́A
//܂Ȃ<R ALT="E"></R>̑̋낪@BĂ邱Ƃ̏؂B<k>

//}IɝȂAł<R ALT="^I["></R>́A
//Ȃ{Ƒ݂𒍂ŁAɂȂg߂B<k>
  To a practitioner of <I>neijia</I> swordplay, whose essence is the control of force through absence of force, nothing is worse than attemping to push through your opponent's defense by raw strength alone. Moreover, the smirking Haojun's rapier does not budge even an inch as Taoluo brings his full weight to bear against it.

  Although his appearance does not show it, this hopeless difference in strength is as clear a sign as any that Liu is a cyborg.

  Yet despite his foe's undisguised contempt, Taoluo continues to push even harder against the immovable rapier, pouring into his blade every ounce of his rage and hate.

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//uMlFƐMcc
//xقǂɋB
//݂݂<R ALT="C["></R>ȂĂ܂v<k>

//ủ߂A<R ALT=""></R>B<R ALT="EEz[W">R</R>A
//Mľł!!v<k>
"I'll never forgive myself for believing you my friend! My foolishness killed Ruili!"

"Here and now, I will wash away my sins - with your blood, Liu Haojun!!"

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//ۂA<R ALT="^I["></R>͕ɓYĂA
//_܂d̈ꌂ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ɌB<k>
  With those words, Taoluo lets go of his sword with his left hand and thrusts his palm into Haojun's chest with perfect accuracy.

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//E{̎xł<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̌xꂸA
//`͖lɝˑނꂽ̂́cc
//łvIEMP̏́A<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̋𑨂ĂB<k>

//eꂽŐɂ߂ނ<R ALT="^I["></R>B
//̕\ɋB
//d̒󂯂ȂA
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͉Ȃ̂悤ɗŗ͂܂܂B<k>
  His sword is easily repulsed, unable to resist Haojun's strength with the support of only one hand, but first Taoluo feels the unmistakable sensation of his lethal Lightning Palm impacting Haojun's body.

  He staggers back several steps from the force of the push, and there Taoluo's expression freezes in shock. Despite having received the full brunt of his Electromagnetic Discharge, Haojun is still standing steady with that placid smile on his face.


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//uH@̗D<R ALT="ЂƂ">ꕏ</R>ł́v<k>
"What was that just now? A love tap?"

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//gsccb!?h<k>
(It didn't work!?)

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//̂ƈւɕKE̋ZA
//ǂǂԈĖׂɏIcc
//ʌʂƂ͗ɁAĕC͓
//ɂȂDɌɂŒߏグB<k>
  How could his attack, wielded at the cost of his own life, have failed to carry out its invariably deadly purpose? Although the strike itself may have been futile, the intense pain burning in his chest signals that the damage it dealt to his already tattered organs was no less.

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//uccv<k>
"Kuh......"

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//ڂῂނقǂ̒ɂ݂ɏPȂA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̈Ӓ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>jOɎ߂A
//̂̋ɂȂǈӒɊ荞ތȂB<k>

//ꂩ̂̌xڂ݂A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͍xՓV̔psE@ŋSlɎa肩B<k>
  Yet despite the dizzying pain, Taoluo's all-consuming desire to annihilate Haojun drives his body's suffering from his mind.

  With no thought to the limits of his failing flesh, Taoluo at last brings the full might of Daitian Swordplay to bear against the Demon-Eyed Adonis.

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//w酉J蹕xwPxwьvx̎O
//ῂ܂̋<R ALT="񂩂Ƃ">AH</R>B
//͂xȂ炸xOxƋ}PA
//[ɂĂȂd˂ĎEƂQĚłB<k>
  He unleashes his first murderous combination, combining Storm Brings Wind and Hail, Phoenix Cries at Heaven, and Lightning Bolt Shatters Sky with sharp, dazzling feints. His is the blade of merciless slaughter, striking at vital organs once, twice, thrice, as though he means to kill even his foe's lifeless corpse.

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//IRƌŎ󂯂<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̃CsAB
//ɕ@؂́Aɂ܂`̋Ђ܂ŗĂȂ̂悤Ɉ]Tācc
//ɂS炸A܂Ŏ킹Ă̂悤ȓIm<R ALT="^I["></R>̎h˂̂ƂƂɉĂ̂B<k>

//AU̎ɂ͖ڂꂸAEӂ̐nImɁcc
//ˏグA͑łƂāA
//`̐nׂ͂ċɗB<k>
  Haojun calmly weathers the storm, his rapier dancing in graceful, languid patterns, as though it does not understand the threat presented by the vicious <I>wo dao</I> - and yet, it defends against each and every one of Taoluo's thrusts with unerring, almost prescient precision.

  His blade ignores Taoluo's feints and misdirections, picking out only the attacks that have killing intent behind them. At times deflected high, at times struck low, the <I>wo dao</I> slices nothing but air.

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//uȁccv<k>
"Wha......!?"

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//ēsՓV剺ɂZqƂ̗Ǝv΁A
//͎ɏȉVB
//xƂȂ،Ō킵gݎAcc
//̈xƂ<R ALT="^I["></R>̍U߂ނɓ͂߂͂ȂB<k>

//<R ALT="^I["></R>̎O͌ɋS_̍ႦYA
//͂≝N<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ɂƂďƂȂB
//₻ȑOɍ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ɂ́A
//ŇȂǊ悤͂Ȃ̂B<k>
  If one recalls the times they crossed wooden swords as brother disciples of the Daitian School, this result is only to be expected. In all their countless sparring matches and practice sessions, never once was Taoluo able to land a hit on Haojun's body.

  Now, however, Taoluo's kung fu has been strengthened by his demonic obsession, bringing him at last equal to his elder disciple. Moreover, it is unthinkable that Haojun could wield his blade with the same skill that he once possessed.

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//u܎̂O܂łEZB܂ɎOŖSȁBȂȂɖĂv<k>
"Three of your five moves were killing blows, I see. So this is the power of a sword sharpened by madness. Fascinating."

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//gȁccnȃb!!h<k>
(Wha...... Impossible!)

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//Mł͂ccA
//܌͂΂̌͗h邪悤ȂB
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>U͖炩ɁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̑؂ڂŌĔF񂶂ĂB
//܂Ō̂̂Ɉӂh̔@cc<k>
  It boggles the mind, but there is no denying the reality of what just unfolded before his eyes. Haojun's rapier was clearly answering Taoluo's strikes faster than the eye could possibly follow, as though his blade itself possessed a will of its own.

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//uȁAcc!?v<k>
"<I>N-neigong</I>!?"

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//uققA
//΂<R ALT="r">k</R>͂قǎ@ȁv<k>
"Oh? I should have known you'd catch on quicker than Bin."

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//SɔグāA߂܎^𑗂<R ALT="z[W">R</R>B
//̕Ղ܂yȋ[́A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̎@₷錻ۂƂ͂ė]肠B<k>
  Haojun raises his eyebrows in exaggerated admiration. His perfect nonchalance is in sharp contrast to Taoluo's utter inability to comprehend what he just witnessed.

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//unȁAMl͑ՓV̂Ă͂ccv<k>
"It can't be! You forsook the Daitian School......"

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//ûvH
//TC{[O炩Hv<k>
"What makes you say that? The fact that I'm a cyborg?"

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//ɂ₩ɗgāA
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͂̂Ƃ肽ĂĊȂƂȂאg̑̋֎B<k>
  He smiles and spreads his arms, showing off his slender, nondescript body.

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//uĂ̒ʂ肱̃{fBɂ́Aߏȋxp[ȂĂȂBfނlHA\̂̂͂܂Ől͕̂킵̂v<k>

//u͕͓OꂵĂBAznAg̓̂ɂ튯͎c炸lߍ񂾁BccƂ튯ȁv<k>
"As you can see, this body has no unnecessary augmentation."

"It may be constructed from synthetic materials, but its design is based entirely on the human form."

"Down to the smallest detail, I might add."

"Every part of the human body is accounted for, from internal organs to circulatory structures...... leaving out absolutely nothing."

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//uȁccɁHv<k>
"What...... did you say?"

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//F<R ALT="^I["></R>̗lɁA̒͂̂낤B
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͍x΂Ɉ|IȕsG`B<k>
  Seeing the first signs of budding understanding in Taoluo's pale visage, Haojun grins with unshakable confidence.

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//uccBo܂RB葫ɑOAOz\occSg657ӏׂĂ̌oA̋`̂ɂ͊SɔĂv<k>

//u̐B|ĂÂ̒mbB
//߂dlɉāA
//<R ALT="EBV">Đ</R>ɐ݌vv<k>
"Indeed. That includes meridians. Each of the Twelve Great Meridians and all 657 of the <I>jing xue</I> are represented."

"It is the culmination of wisdom cultivated over millennia by our forebears. Wing Shing designed it exactly to my specifications."

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//͔z̓]B
//@BƂ́AR̋@^Ê΂ł͂ȂB
//̎n܂ɂāA
//͎R͂Ƃ낱N_B<k>

//݌v҂ł<R ALT="E"></R>̈Ӑ}AJɌgZp҂͒NlƂėȂ낤B
//͎ꂽ_̒mbAēƌv̐BɂĔ|ꂽAʑ̌n̎RȊwɍt̂B<k>
  Nowhere is it written that machines must defy the natural order of the world. In fact, technology was originally created to emulate the forces of nature.

  Yet none of the technicians who developed Liu's body were able to grasp the meaning of its design, for it was founded in a model of the universe wholly alien to them, the product of long-lost wisdom gathered by the ancient <I>neijia</i> masters.

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//ug̋MlƓlɁA̋`̂͒OcşASgɏ点āAXۂ̋C^̗ɐgς˂邱Ƃłv<k>

//u≴͐l튯̋xƃp[ŁA
//ƋCpgł̂v<k>

//uƂA
//̌Eɔ邱ƂȂB
//܂ɋɂ̌vv<k>
"Just like yours, this cyborg body can focus <I>qi</I> in the <I>dantian</I>, channel it through the meridians, and ride the energy that flows through the whole of Creation."

"I am now able to wield <I>neijia qigong</I> with the durability and power of a manmade body."

"There is no risk of internal injury, nor am I bound by the limits of the flesh. Truly this is the ultimate kung fu."

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//uccb!!v<k>
"......!!"

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//l邾ɂ܂B
//n̋CƓoƉ߁A׎R̓Vƈ̂ƂȂcc
//͓̂̋@BȂǂƂՂȕ@ł͌Ďʐ̂͂B<k>

//䂦<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̒B_́A<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂƂāAmƂĕ򂶐MĂzƂXȌ`ɘc߂̂ƌĂB<k>
  The implications are horrifying. By harmonizing the body's meridians with the leylines that run beneath the surface of the Earth, the practicioner of <I>neijia</I> can become one with the Universe itself. This most sacred state was supposed to be unreachable by those who chose the easy path of mechanizing their bodies.

  Haojun's solution to that problem is, therefore, the ultimate perversion of everything that Taoluo has held dear as a martial artist.

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//ux͌O󂯂ՓVA
//߂Ȃ܂cc
//܂łĐJ߂邩A<R ALT="z[W">R</R>Iv<k>
"If you'd just forsaken the Daitian School, that would have been forgivable...... but you would mock it so, Haojun!?"

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//uӂ񂶂ȂB
//@B̐ĝɐgƂMlɁA
//点悤ȓƂ̌v邩b!!v<k>
"Don't make me laugh. After lowering yourself to the level of a machine, how dare you speak of internal kung fu!?"

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//uA
//MlOƂ̐Γǂƕςȁv<k>
"I expected better of you," Haojun answers with a disappointed smile, seemingly unimpressed by Taoluo's fury. "You're no better than those <I>waijia</I> zealots, I see."

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>̞ɒy犴ĂȂ̂A
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͂ł̂悤ɚ}΂B<k>

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//u񌾖ڂɂ͌ւ肾̈Ӓńcc
//Ȃ̂<R ALT="킸"></R>킳āA̐gɏC߂
//̌`ЂƂF߂v<k>

//uȁA̋`̂ɓꂽ̑Oɂ́A
//͂OƂƂȂv<k>

//uȊɎꂽhȂ
//ߋ̈╨BɂȂv<k>
"Blinded by your pride, you refuse to accept anything but your one style of kung fu."

"But <I>waijia</I> and <I>neijia</I> no longer hold any meaning for me, now that I have this body."

"Those schools are but relics, trapped in the past. I will sweep them aside like so many ants."

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//uj㏉̓쓮^TC{[OBB̎iccǂAт̒_ɗɑpƂ͎v񂩁Hv<k>
"I am the first ever <I>qigong</I>-capable cyborg, the one and only prototype. Am I not fit to rule the martial arts world?"

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//uقccv<k>
"Enough......"

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//`̐؂ɐA܂ǕKEwx̍\ŁA<R ALT="^I["></R>͐葫Ɋԍl߂ĂB<k>
  Taoluo takes the stance Lightning Gathers at Mountaintop, the point of his sword held at eye level in preparation for a deadly offensive, and begins to gradually close the range to his enemy.

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//uȏ̋́cc
//܂̑ՓVjĂقv<k>
"If you want to spout any more of that nonsense...... you'll have to defeat my Daitian Swordplay first."

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//uttccɑȂ悭v<k>
"Heh...... Strong words for a man with one foot in the grave."

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//CsA̐؂悪₩ɔ`A
//̌߂̌ł҂ƐÎ~B
//߂|ɁAȂi邪@\́AՓVAwOx̌^B<k>
  Haojun's rapier describes a graceful arc through the air, ending with the hilt pulled back and the blade parallel to his chest, as though his torso is a bowstring and his sword a cocked arrow. This is the stance Dragon's Fangs Pierce Steel. 

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//҂ƂnɓۂA
//64<R ALT="Ƃ">H</R>ׂĂ̌<R ALT="">C萬</R>ɖaoA
//ߋZO̕KEłB<k>

//ƂɋC炵̌ċzɓlB
//ƌ̌˂ƂȂ΁A
//̐͒Oc̟̏[ԂŌƌĂB<k>
  Both have taken stances that will allow them to unleash all sixty-four forms at the moment of contact, indicating their intention to finish this in a single deadly salvo.

  The combatants enter the <I>qigong</I> breathing cycle. In a confrontation between <I>neijia</I> swordsmen, it is no exaggeration to say that the outcome rests solely on each fighter's ability to keep his <I>dantian</I> charged with <I>qi</I>.

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//ufĂA
//̒ʂ艴ɓd͒ʗp񂩂ȁv<k>
"In case you weren't paying attention, I should remind you that Electromagnetic Discharge won't work on me."

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//G̏󋵉AȂ̗]TāA
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͌悤Ɏ؂炷B<k>
  Unfazed by the tension crackling between them, Haojun casually turns his head to the side.

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//udŎd߂΁ccAB
//ɓ_Ȃv<k>
"If you want to finish me with the Lightning Palm...... your only chance is to aim here, for my head."

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//lHoɊʂ悤A
//CĖ݂ꂽ_CNgڑ[qB
//OꂵēdqfoCXȂ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̋`̂ɂāA
//BAdUN_B<k>
  A direct interface terminal is visible at the base of his skull, implanted where it would not interfere with his artificial meridians. It is Haojun's only weak point, the one place on a body devoid of electronic devices where electromagnetic induction can occur.

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//uȂ̂́A
//ʂĎɏ@K܂ŁA
//Ml̐ĝۂ̂ǂccv<k>
"But will your body hold out long enough for you to get another chance? Let's see......"

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//tK𕂂܂܁A<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͖ɈlߊB
//̋CȂ̈ŁA
//҂̊ԍvIȂقǂɐ[XƌB<k>
   Leaving the question hanging, Haojun takes a single step toward Taoluo. By this casual motion, the distance between them shrinks past the point of no return.

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//̏uԁA̙߂҂󂯂Ă<R ALT="^I["></R>̘`A
//ǂČ߂̂B
//n͉؂̔@Äڂ҂瞂B<k>
  This is the moment that Taoluo's blade was waiting for. How can it not seize it? The <I>wo dao</I> leaps into motion as though loosed from a cannon, burning glittering patterns through the air as it streaks toward Haojun.

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//}<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̃CsÁA܂Ő̏̍ĉŁA
//ȂȂ󂯗B<k>
  Haojun's rapier darts out to meet it, deflecting the <I>wo dao</I>'s strikes with no less ease than it showed in their previous skirmish.

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//ƌpƂǂ̗́A
//܂Ƃ̓ǂݍɏInB<k>

//󂯎̌́A
//Uߎ̌ɏd̂ɐ񂶂Ă̋O𕕂ɂB
///ɗߎ܂ƁAɍUߎ܂^ςcc
//҂̐n͋Z̏on߂Ő؂A܎ւƈڂ邽߁A
//y|̐Gꍇ΂̌҃Xs[hŘA`ɂȂB<k>

////̉VyȂ΂Ŕ͂Ɍ邩Ƃ΁A܂tB
//̏ɋ킹Č͂҂Ȃ΁A
//҂̊Ԃ驂C󂳂ɑїƂ낤B<k>

////ɕbԏ\ɋyԎh˂̂AǂꂩłȂ΁A
//ꂪKĚߋZւƉB
//܂ɈꔯW͂̋A
//ԒfȂJԂ̂B
//ْ̖̋x͐qł͂ȂB<k>

//Ԍ悪𐶂݁AԂ荇<R ALT="ނ">F</R>ƉāA
//͂؂炵C߂B
//ĉy΂ȂZq<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̐ZOɁA
///<R ALT="^I["></R>͂Ȃlɋ炢T̎XŁA
//炸HB<k>

////͌mƂĒׂ䂭<R ALT="^I["></R>̐́A
//Ō̔RĂ̂낤B
//Eӂu꓁ɑAނ͖Y̋nɂB<k>

//ߏ苟̃Ahia݂𗧂ĂؓA
//ՊE𒴂ċgSƔx̔ߖA
//؎ɓ͂ȂB<k>
  A battle between <I>neijia</I> swordmasters is ultimately a contest of perception, of who can read further and faster into his foe's attacks.

  Before the attacker's sword lashes out, the defender's blade is there to meet it; the attacker instantly switches techniques, avoiding his opponent's attempt to neutralize his weapon.

  Thus the combatants' swords meet only at the beginning of each move, brushing lightly against each other before swiftly flowing into the next of an endless chain of thrusts and counters.

  If one were to think their exchanges merely fast and playful, lacking in aggression, he would be sorely mistaken. The aura of intense violence surging between these warriors would no doubt instantly petrify any observer.

  Should a combatant fail to defend against even one of the ten or twenty attacks coming every second, his enemy's blade will claim his life in an instant. The tension mounts with each passing second as the two men dance on the edge of death, knowing that the next moment could see either taking the final plunge.

  The flashing blades churn the air into a whirlwind, filling the garden with the sound of cracking branches and swaying trees. Taoluo answers Haojun's most powerful techniques with the indomitable ferocity of a wolf starved for prey, giving no ground before the elder disciple who once seemed so unreachable.

  This is the final marshalling of Taoluo's strength and skill, fueled by the dying flame of his life. His mind is empty, all rage and malice given unto his sword.

  The screaming of his adrenaline-charged muscles, the gasping of his shredded lungs - none of it reaches him.

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//uttccȂ̂v<k>
"Heh...... Magnificent."

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//{̍U߂ɉ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̙ꂫɂ́A
//|lȂ̏܎^߂ĂB<k>
  Haojun's words as he weathers Taoluo's savage assault are filled with heartfelt admiration.

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//u悭܂őՓVdグĂ̂Bɑėhk̂Ƃ͂v<k>
"You've done well to bring Daitian Swordplay to such a height. You were indeed worthy to inherit the school in my place."

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//uccb!!v<k>
"......!!"

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//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̎^ӖƂ́AtƂ͗B<k>

//̋Ɍ̉VɂāAȂY<R ALT="낤">M</R>邾̗]Tcc
//ꂪRƁA҂̈|Iȗ͗ʂ̍𕨌ĂB<k>
  But the true meaning of Haojun's praise is not in the words themselves.

  Even under these most harrowing conditions, he is still capable of such banter. This, more than anything, speaks of the unbridgeable gap that exists between them.

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//g߂ācc߂Ĉꑾcc!!h<k>
(If I can just...... land one blow!!)

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//łɋꂽ<R ALT="^I["></R>́ÂĐg̈JoB
//Ⴆ̂ʊołЂƂ[ݍނA
//wDx̎aUɐU艺낷B<k>
  In desperation, Taoluo risks everything on Reaching Hand Plucks Soul, fully prepared to sacrifice his own life to claim his enemy's. With a mighty lunge that almost doubles his range, he slashes down at Haojun's shoulder as though to cleave his body in two.

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//ʈ꓁OɁA
//<R ALT="E"></R>͐gނǂ납tɑOւƓݍŉB
//n̉ɐg荞܂AԈꔯ̂ǂł蔲]킷B<k>
  Rather than retreat before the suicidal attack, Haojun simply steps forward, slipping beneath the howling blade by no more than a hair's breadth.

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//Ⴄ҂̊ԂɁA߁A荞<R ALT="񂿂イ"></R>̕znB
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>|<R ALT="傤"></R>̐łB
//߁A̕zɖڐj܂ꂽ<R ALT="^I["></R>́Aɂɔw؂𓀂点B<k>
  A sheet of silk suddenly appears between the combatants as they pass each other - the hem of Haojun's <I>changshan</I>. The instant his vision is blocked by the fabric, a shiver of terror turns Taoluo's spine to ice.

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//g痴!?h<k>
(Crouching Dragon Tail!?)

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//lɍrɓ͂߁Ah䂷<R ALT="^I["></R>B
//͂<R ALT="傤"></R>̐ῂ܂ɌJoĂ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̌񂵏ŔAubNry􂵂B<k>
//
//Ռ󂯗ɂrJł͉ꂸA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͑傫ёނē]|ƂB
//҂݂͌̊ԍEA
//ĂыuđΛ`ɂȂB<k>

//Ɏ܂Ō킳ꂽ̂200]B
//T̏ł΂ƂɌĂB
//̐킢́AɎ̓msΌB
//͗ʂقǂɓWJPB<k>

//ccہAAŌȂAɏs͌RB<k>

//܂IRƃCsA̐؂h炵ėU<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ɑ΂A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͗ɑłグꂽ̂悤ɌċzrA
//ł݂߂̖͌A`ĂB<k>

//͂߂<R ALT="z[W">R</R>yʂA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̐ĝ͕bǂ݂̒iKɂB
///xDŔjǵA
//~߂悤Ȃɗo<R ALT="">Ɍ</R>C炱ݏグĂB<k>

//Ő[Zp̌łlH{fBB
//⍓gɍgd˂ĎC؂ꂽ́B
///͂莓Y͋܂łȂB<k>
  In a flash, he channels internal power into his left arm and guards the side of his head. A moment later, Haojun's reverse roundhouse streaks through the blinding cloth and explodes against Taoluo's blocking arm.

  Unable to absorb the impact with footwork alone, Taoluo is forced to leap far back to avoid being bowled over by the force of Haojun's kick.

  Now well outside each other's range, the warriors face off once again.

  Up to this point, they have exchanged some two hundred moves. Most duels would have been settled long ago. This confrontation, however, is between fellow disciples who know each other's secret techniques inside and out. The more evenly matched their skill, the longer the stalemate will last.

  But the eventual victor, at least, has already been decided.

  Even now, Haojun is still casually waving his rapier in invitation. Taoluo, however, is foaming at the mouth, his spittle flecked with blood as he gasps for breath like a landed fish.

  Just as Haojun pointed out at the beginning of their fight, Taoluo's body is already at the brink of death. The blood leaking from his ruptured lungs can no longer be stopped from pouring into his windpipe.

  One combatant is a cyborg who represents the latest in cutting-edge technology; the other is a man whose body has been torn to tatters by the stresses forced upon it again and again. Alas, the outcome of their battle was never in doubt.

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//Ȏ̗łA
//h邬Ȃu߂<R ALT="^I["></R>̊́AƂĔF߂ĂȂB
//ƁAn𓥂ޑꑵA͗L蓾ʂƁcc
//Eӂ̎OɍʂꂽoƂĂB<k>
  But even faced with such hopeless odds, the fierce light still blazing in Taoluo's eyes shows that he will never accept defeat. The unquenchable flame of his bloodlust will not allow him to fall, not so long as he has a hand to hold his sword and legs to carry him.

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>̋CTĎĂA
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͒QĈ݂̊፷B<k>
  Seeing this, Haojun sighs and looks upon Taoluo with pity.

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//uȂقǁB܂ł͂܂Ɓcc
//܂ł킯v<k>
"So this battle is far from over...... Is that what you're saying?"

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//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͍\AhɌ낷B<k>
  He lowers his stance, letting his sword dangle carelessly at his side.

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//u܂ł͂̓Ƃ̋ZׁBł܂Ƃ̂Ȃccǂ낤Bx͓ƊOƂ̋ʂ𒴂nĂv<k>
"This was merely a contest of our <I>neijia</I> techniques. If you still want more...... then so be it. I'll show you what lies beyond <I>neijia</I> and <I>waijia</I>."

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//tƂ͗ɁAɃCsA񂰂܂ܘȗ邻̑̐́AȂZJo^ɂȂĂȂB
//̓߂ԓxȂwA<R ALT="^I["></R>̌xS~ĂB<k>
  His words may be bold, but there exists no technique that can be performed from such a vulnerable position. Taoluo's caution is only strengthened by these mysterious actions.

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//uƂ΁ccv<k>
"For starters......"

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//Ėf͂ĂȂBނӎ͌܂ĂB
//ɂS炸<R ALT="^I["></R>́AċNۂ̐XĂĔc邱ƂłȂB<k>
  Taoluo does not lower his guard for even a fraction of a second. Indeed, his senses are more finely honed than ever before.<K>
  And yet, Taoluo completely fails to grasp the sequence of events that next unfolds before his eyes.

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//B
//オ鍻B
//k؂̗񂪈Ăɏ𗎂ƂB<k>

//ė߂镲o̒A<R ALT="^I["></R>͊mɁcc
//O㍶EPll<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ĎB<k>
  An explosion of sound. A sudden tornado of sand and dust. A shockwave blasts the branches from the surrounding trees.

  And in the midst of the smoke and debris, Taoluo sees them...... four Haojuns coming upon him from all directions.

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//uȁccv<k>
"Wha......!?"

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//ۂފԂ΂AȌۂɉ킯ȂB<k>
  He has no time to even finish his shout, much less respond to this utterly impossible sight.

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>͐pȂA
//lMCsǍɖڂDꂽ܂܁cc
//CΗ藼r̋ؓ[XƝPĂB<k>
  Powerless to tear his eyes from the glittering trails left behind in the rapiers' wake, Taoluo is unable to catch the split-second that they plunge deep into the flesh of his arms and legs.

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//uccb!?v<k>
"Gwah!!"

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//v킸̐R炵ȂA
//lĂɌ򖗂TU炷<R ALT="^I["></R>B
//̎p<R ALT="z[W">R</R>́A
/////ňĂȂ̂悤Ɍ̗ʒuɘȂ񂾂܂܁A
//΂߂Ĉ˂B<k>
  He cries out in agony, blood spraying from holes in his limbs that were not there a moment ago. Haojun watches with a scornful smile, still standing in the same position as though he never moved at all.

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//uccƁA܂ȉ~v<k>
"......Yes, I suppose this will do."

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//u@B̋`̂œƂ̌ypg
//Ȃv<k>
"This is what happens when you use <I>qinggong</I> with a cyborg body."

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//͂ĕsӂ̔ƏՌǵA
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̑̏p̕ǂjʂłB
//ނ<R ALT="^I["></R>̎͂ƈꏄȂA
//đɎlx̎h˂𑗂ɉ߂ȂB<k>

//̑xlԂ̓̎͂Eė]肠ɁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̖ڂɂ͂JocfȂ̂B
//ʁBeZT[ŒmogĂ
//wSx<R ALT="r">k</R>łAߑȂ̎JłB<k>
  As it turns out, the sudden boom and shockwave were caused by Haojun's body shattering the sound barrier. He merely ran a little circle around Taoluo while stabbing him four times in succession.

  But with Haojun's speed far exceeding anything perceivable by the human eye, Taoluo could only catch the afterimages left in the wake of his attacks. And who can blame him? Even Bin's heavily upgraded senses had not been able to discern Haojun's movements.

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//üЗ͂͐[ӁBƂȉ̐\Ȃ`̂łAēő΋KiÕp[𔭊v<k>
"The power of <I>neigong</I> is without limit. When strengthened with internal energy, even a minimally augmented body can exhibit extraordinary power."
 
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//܂Ő̉b؂̐fȂ̂悤Ɍt𑱂ȂA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͂킸Ɏc<R ALT="傤"></R>̎c[略ƂB
//̏㒅͒̋CRɎ󂯁A
//啔jꂿďłB<k>
  Haojun picks up where he left off as though he never stopped talking, at the same time brushing the feeble remains of his <I>changshan</I> from his shoulders. His coat hangs in tatters, shredded by the air friction at supersonic speed.

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//_Aނ4Ƃ}_Ȃ͎̂SłB
//̋CɂȂ4x4xƂɎ炵߂ɏ[ȓ˂B
//ǁA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ɂƂĂ̑Ό
///܂ōsĂYꍇɉ߂Ȃ̂B<k>

//͂ǂ~Ă<R ALT="^I["></R>ɏ@͂ȂB
//F܂ŒfĂȂƂ͂A
//l͓̏D̂ɏ[Ȑ[łB<k>
  Taoluo is still alive only by Haojun's sufferance, of course. Had he so chosen, he could have easily killed Taoluo with any or all of his four thrusts. In the end, this duel was never any more than a game for Haojun.

  Taoluo no longer has even the slightest chance of victory. His tendons and ligaments may still be intact, but the wounds in his arms and legs are deep enough to inhibit his movements.

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//u|ꕚĂ܂΁AyɂȂ̂v<k>
"If you'll just stay down, this will all be over quickly."

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//uӂccȁccv<k>
"Never...... Never!"

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>ȂB
//ɂ`ƂȂB<k>

//ʂȂrグ邱Ƃ͂납A
//dxėĂ邾̋r͂cĂ܂B
//łȂނ𗧂͂点̂́AƎOcc
//̐g̏Ɏ܂ʂقǂ݂̐̑A
//͂ƂȂďlxĂ̂B<k>
  But Taoluo does not fall. His grip on his sword is as strong as ever.

  He should not have the strength to support his own weight, let alone raise his weapon, and yet he stands. For hatred still surges from his soul, threatening to burst the confines of his mortal flesh, and by its power he is able to resist the insistent pull of Death.

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//uccMl͋Ȃv<k>
"......I'll see you dead, Haojun!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̈OׂʌAȂ͎ĂȂ|͂܂B
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͗ĂB<k>

//ƂɊ[R̉䂪gՂAƂȂĂ͗B̓́B
//̌łmȂ̂ɂ邽߂ɁA
//ނ͐󂢌ċžsāAlɏ点B<k>
  Taoluo knows. As long as his obsession remains firm, the abyss will never be able to claim him. 

  His rage is the only thing keeping his broken body moving. Seeking any way to keep it strong, he gathers his failing breath and gives voice to his hate.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uMlDB
//Ml̂łׂĂꂽccv<k>

//u<R ALT="C["></R>́ȂSĂccv<k>
"You stole everything! You ruined it all!"

"Ruili was everything to me, and you......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u<R ALT="C["></R>܂ƁA
//ȂCtĂȂHv<k>
"Why didn't you realize that she felt the same?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̎f̋ԂɁAӂ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>A
//ɂȂߐ؂ꂫށB<k>
  Haojun breaks into Taoluo's invective, his voice colder and softer than ever before.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="{" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccƁHv<k>
"......What did you say?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ɏ܂ł̎̊ԁAēr₦邱Ƃ̂Ȃ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̔΂AȂՌ`ȂĂB
//ꂾ̕ωłȂAl芪C̎ςĂB<k>
  Haojun has been smiling all throughout their savage battle, but now that smile has vanished without a trace. By that slight change, the atmosphere between the two takes on a wholly different quality.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u<R ALT="C["></R>KɂłƁA
//Ml͂ȁv<k>
"I recall you saying once that I would be able to make Ruili happy."

<bustup name="stECi[" face="ڕ" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

//unx݋x݌BɂȎîB<R ALT="C["></R>ɂƂĂ͉ȂAHT̐΂Rccv<k>
"How could you be so stupid? When did I ever have such power? To Ruili, I was nothing more than a pebble on the roadside."


<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ƃɗ⍓ɚ}悤ɁAƂɓ߂<R ALT="">M</R>悤ɁA
//₦<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ɔ`ĂÂȔ΁B
//ȁAނނ炵߂ĂR΂݂A
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͔ȏfNĂB
//܂Ő΍p̎ʂ̂悤ȁA؂̊ccB<k>
  At times coldly mocking, at times teasingly mysterious, Haojun's serene smile was a constant presence. Now absent the mask that had been so much a part of his otherworldly aura, his true face is at last revealed. It is like a death mask cast in plaster, utterly devoid of emotion...... It is emptiness.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="ϖ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u/ɂȂāAoccv<k>

//uMl<R ALT="C["></R>̔cc
//̎qƏ𐾂j낤Iv<k>
"How can you say that now!?"

"You and Ruili were husband and wife...... You swore to support each other for the rest of your lives!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uޏ]񂾂Hv<k>

//uMl̑Oŉ̂ƂH
//V̘bɏΊHv<k>
"Was that what she wanted?"

"Did she ever talk of me to you? Did she ever smile when she spoke of her engagement?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="fR" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ԂtȂƂɁA<R ALT="^I["></R>͍X̂悤ɋCB<k>

//BmɁcc<R ALT="C["></R>VȂƂĂ̖Ƃ͂ȂB
//ƂĂ邾Ǝ@ċCɂ߂ȂA
//ɂĂ͓x߂ĂB<k>

//<R ALT="C["></R>͂Ƃ舒BȎ̖B
//ꂪlő̏jԋ߂ɍTāA
//̂ǖق̂B<k>
  Finding himself with no response, Taoluo at last realizes what should have been as clear as day.

  Just as Haojun said, Ruili never once spoke longingly of marriage. Taoluo always assumed that she was just being shy, but now he realizes that her reticence went beyond that.

  Ruili had always been a lively, free-spirited girl. Why would she be so reserved about what should have been the happiest event of her life?

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="ڕ" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ul΁ACt͂B
//MlCtĂꂽ񂾁v <k>

//uޏłꂽ̂́AlA
//Mlv<k>
"If you'd just opened your eyes, you would have seen it. You of all people should have seen it!"

"The only man her heart ever burned for......<K> was you, Kong Taoluo!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="f" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u΁ccv<k>
"Wha......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ǂȔl|}΂Äꌾ<R ALT="^I["></R>̗@̂߂B
//ZƂāA͈Ӗ邱Ƃ݂<R ALT="݂Ƃ"></R><k>
  Those words, more potent than any taunt, obliterate Taoluo's reason with the force of a supernova. As a man with a sister, even acknowledging their meaning is unthinkable.

<bustup name="st^I[g" face="fQ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//unȁccv<k>

//úAZccv<k>
"It can't be......"

"We were brother and sister!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="{" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u炱<R ALT="C["></R>͋ꂵ񂾂̂!!v<k>

//uZƂĂ̗DȂMlɁAǂق<R ALT="C["></R>S<R ALT=""></R>܂Ăccv<k>

//uMlCtĂ΁cc
//<R ALT="C["></R>̑złĂ΁cc
//ޏ͋~Ă񂾁Iv<k>
"And so she suffered!"

"Have you any idea how your ever-brotherly love tortured her!?"

"If only you'd realized...... If only you'd accepted her feelings...... Ruili would have been saved!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="fQ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȁccv<k>
"No......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̔]鐔X̏iB<k>

//l{AZCcc
//l{AZɗ肫肾cc
//ꂾ̂ƂƎvĂB
//ɓȂʏOȂǂƁAǂčl낤B<k>
  Images flash through Taoluo's head.

  A sister who cared for her brother more than most...... A sister who depended on her brother more than most...... That was all there was to it, he thought. How could he have imagined that beneath her affection burned the flames of unholy passion?

<BOX TYPE=2>
///uȂƁA킯ccv<k>
"Such a thing would be unforgivable......!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uقA񂩁B
//Ml<R ALT=""></R>Nqȁv<k>

//uMlzĒǂ߂āA
//̎qĂ̂A
//̔Ƃ킯v<k>
"Oh? You can't forgive her? You're quite the virtuous gentleman, I see."

"So the heartrending sorrow that ate at her soul little by little was just what she deserved, was it?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="f" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȁccv<k>
"No......!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ujƌ΂ʂ܂܁A
//`̍KɓA
//<R ALT="C["></R>͊|lȂ̐]߂̂v<k>
"Rather than accept an empty happiness and remain unjoined to her beloved, Ruili chose the ultimate despair."

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//u̖AȂɋÂācc
//Ȃ̂<R ALT="C["></R>͏΂Ăv<k>

//uMlẑ꒏ȂɁA
//ǂȒɂ݂ꂵ݂A
//̎qɂƂĂ͉xтv<k>

//u<R ALT="C["></R>͎i<R ALT="`E"></R>ɐgoB
//n̐ӂߋ߂Ăȁv<k>
"That night, as they feasted upon her body...... Ruili was smiling."

"Any suffering was joy when compared to the pain of her love for you."

"Ruili gave herself freely to Zhu and the others. She wanted the torments of hell!"

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccv<k>
"......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="{" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u̎qɂ́cc
//̎qAMlȂ񂾁Iv<k>
"To her...... To her you were everything!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//RƕԂtȂ<R ALT="^I["></R>ɌāA܂߉BĂقǂ̓{𔍂oɂ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>B<k>
  Haojun roars in accusation at the speechless Taoluo, at last unleashing the insane rage that he has kept hidden for so very long.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uMl~I@ޏ̑zA
//a񂾐SccMlĂꂽIv<k>
"Only you could save her! Her heart sick with love...... Only you could heal her!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="f" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u/ccȁccv<k>
"It...... can't be......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//῝<R ALT="^I["></R>̏̂h炷B
//݂߂n̂̂dĉĂ̂悤ȁA῝B<k>
  Taoluo staggers, assaulted by a wave of dizziness so strong that the ground beneath his feet seems to be crumbling away.

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="C["></R>̍KׂĂB
//ޏ̏Ί炪炱A
//Ă̓Xɂ͐ӖB<k>

//ׂ̂ĂU肾ƂH
//܂ŉĂ{Ƒ݁cc
//͉ɐUׂȂ̂H
//qĊ́ADĂ͉̂H<k>
  Ruili's happiness was everything to him. Her smile was the only thing that gave meaning to his life.

  What if it was all a lie? Against what, then, is he supposed to loose his hatred and anger? For what purpose has he sacrificed his humanity and taken so many lives?

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccRccv<k>
"You lie......!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ЂƂ~҂̂́AےƋB
//ė͂Ȃ<R ALT="^I["></R>̐A<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ׂ͎ɂ΂B<k>
  His only hope of salvation lies in denial, but Haojun counters his weak rejection with a malicious smile.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="ΖڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u̎q̎TU炳ꂽ<R ALT="͂킽">D</R>EW߂ȂAMl<R ALT="C["></R>̗̐SɐGĂv<k>
//
//uMl͂̎<R ALT="C["></R>gݗĒāA
//ޏ̓`͂v<k>

//uMlU邱ƂȂA
//̂̐S߉BƂłȂA
//Ȕo<R ALT="C["></R>ȁv<k>
"As you gathered her scattered entrails, you touched Ruili's naked soul."

"As you pieced her together with your own hands, you peered into the depths of her heart."

"You saw the true Ruili, unable to hide her feelings from you."

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<BOX TYPE=1>
//wĂˁAĂˁAC͂
//ȂЂƂɂׂȂA
//ɂ܂̂ƁAĂ񂾂x<k>

//wɂ܂A
//ȂӂɃCׂĂꂽȂA
//킹ɂĂꂽ̂Ȃāx<k>
"I mean, I was eaten by lots and lots of people, you know? But I was always thinking of you."

"If you ate me too, I knew I'd be able to make you happy."

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<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>

//̂ƂA<R ALT="^I["></R>͈؂ċB
//ނ̂́Aӂ̉\cc
//ʂč鮓]ʂꂽ<R ALT="C["></R>̍Aώcł܂̂A
//͂̍Đ̎pÂ܂܂<R ALT="C["></R>Ȃ̂B<k>

//҂Ȃ̂Ƃ΁ÂƂ<R ALT="^I["></R>ɉĂ<R ALT="C["></R>̑Aꂱώc񂾂̂ƂƂɂȂB<k>
  Taoluo wept in abject fear back then, for only two possibilities loomed before him. Either Ruili's soul had been somehow twisted by the transfer...... or that seductress had been a part of Ruili all along.

  If the latter were true, then it would mean that he had failed to see the truth, that the image of Ruili he'd held dear for so long was what was truly twisted.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="D΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uĂH@ĂH
//Mlɂ͂閱߂񂾂v<k>
"Did you embrace her? Did you love her? You had a duty to do so."

<bustup name="stECi[" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

//uޏMl̑SĂƂA
//̌tɉRȂȂȁIv<k>
"That is, if you weren't lying when you said that she meant everything to you!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[g" face="ϖ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uقccv<k>
"Enough......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//͂<R ALT="^I["></R>͕ɊȂB
//ȏA点Ă͂ȂȂB
//̌𚁂܂˂΂ȂȂB<k>

//tŕȂ̂ȂAci͂ЂƂB<k>
  Taoluo can bear no more of this. If he does not stop Haojun now, he will be lost forever.

  If he cannot silence him with words, that leaves only one option.

<bustup name="st^I[퓬" face="{" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uقꂥFb!!v<k>
"Enough!!"

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<background src="#ffffff">
<wipe effect="noize" time="0">
<wait time="1">

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<wipe effect="noize" time="0">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//ꊅA<R ALT="^I["></R>͘`U肩<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ɖ肩B
//܂ő݂ŎxĂlA
//͐]Ƌ|ƂAȂЁXƂɁA
//邾̗͂߂ĂB<k>
  Taoluo leaps upon Haojun with a deranged roar, his blade poised for the kill. Despair and fear, emotions more terrible and potent than even hate, have granted new strength to his feeble legs.

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//Ȑ̈ꑾʗp鑊ł͂ȂB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̋Ԃ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͔A
//ɐU蕥CsAłȂ`łԂB<k>
  But such strength alone cannot overcome Haojun. He casually deflects the <I>wo dao</I>'s attacks, unflinching in the face of Taoluo's madness.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stECi[" face="ڕ" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uЂɂ߁Aɂ߁cc͎ɓꂽׂĂ<R ALT="C["></R>ɕ肾v<k>
"I ascended to power, mastered the martial arts...... I intended to give Ruili everything I had."

<bustup name="stECi[" face="ΖڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

//u̎q̂߂ȂΐElB
//ɂȂӋC񂾍v<k>
"For her I would have conquered the world. There was a time when even I burned with such youthful enthusiasm."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ŏ΂A<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̊䊂ɏO킵̂ށB<k>
  He laughs once, a dry and hollow sound, and then an indescribable emotion glazes his eyes.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uޏ͉]܂ȂB
//ޏ߂̂́A
//lAMlv<k>

//uɓĂ̂ɂ͂ǂA
//قǂ̉lȂ̂v<k>
"But she wanted nothing from me. All she ever desired was you, and you alone."

"The things that I could give her were all worth less than dust."

<bustup name="stECi[" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uȂΗǂB
//Ԃ͔ޏ̂߂ɍ炯΂B
//͔ޏ̂߂ɖ΂v<k>

//u<R ALT="C["></R>̖]܂鐢EA
//ޏɍK̂ȂEɁcc
//₷ׂ̂ȂǉHv <k>
"So be it. Let the flowers bloom for her alone. Let the birds cry for her alone."

"For Ruili, this world is unwanted, empty of joy. What could be worth leaving behind?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//SlA<R ALT="EEz[W">R</R>B
//̎ɒ͂񂾌ŁA
//ׂĂłтւƒǂC̖\Ncc
//Nm낤B̐S̋B<k>

//͐]Ƃ̎aB
//ׂĂ̐^mA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>Ƃj͎ɂ̂B
//NɋCt邱ƂȂA킶ƐI܂ȂB<k>
  Liu Haojun, the Demon-Eyed Adonis, the mad tyrant who used his power to lead everything into ruin...... Who can know the emptiness of his soul?

  From the day he learned the truth, Haojun was as good as dead. Slowly but surely, with no one the wiser, his heart was consumed by the incurable disease called despair.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u̓E<R ALT="">e</R>Bcc
//Č͂Ėłт΂Iv<k>
"This garden shall be the shape of the world! Let everything fall to ruin!"

<se src="_z[W1" mode="on" option="single">
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<background src="#ffffff">
<wipe effect="noize" time="0">
<wait time="1">

<background src="B__p">
<wipe effect="noize" time="0">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//΂ƂƂɃCsA̐؂悪XグA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̑ga荏ށB
//tサ<R ALT="^I["></R>̌ႦŁA
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͈̌ˑR̐_𑹂ȂȂB<k>

//łāAnP̂͋}OꂽƓ΂B
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͓OOA
//l𐶎Ê܂܂<R ALT="Ă">M</R>ԕÂ肾B<k>
  Haojun roars with laughter, his rapier howling as it flays Taoluo's flesh. Rage may have dulled Taoluo's skills, but Haojun's sword is as godlike as ever.

  But even as it carves chunks from Taoluo's body, his blade deliberately avoids striking vital areas. Haojun clearly intends to torture his prey to the very end.

<se src="_z[WhU" mode="on" option="single">
<clear>
<background src="#ffffff">
<wipe effect="noize" time="0">
<wait time="1">

<background src="B__p">
<bustup name="st^I[퓬" face="{" align="left">
<wipe effect="noize" time="0">

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccRccccv<k>
"You...... lie......!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>܂A͂₻̐gɂn󂯂悤ƈӒɂȂB
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>Ɉ񂢂cc̈ȎOɋɂJYA
//b̔@҂苶ďP΂łB<k>
  Taoluo, however, no longer feels his wounds. Driven solely by the desire to exact vengeance on Haojun, he has transcended pain and exhaustion to become a feral beast bent on his enemy's destruction.

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<bustup name="stECi[" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="noize" time="0">

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uMlA<R ALT="^I["></R>cc
//ŏōŌ̉l鋟v<k>
"You, Taoluo...... are the one and only worthy gift."

<se src="a_3Aab" mode="on" option="single">
<WHITEOUT time="1">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//܂ŗRƁAImɁA
//OȈ݂̎Ő݂<R ALT="^I["></R>ĂȂA
//̔򖗂ɖꂽ悤ɓRƁA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͔΂B<k>
  Haojun smiles softly as he carves away at Taoluo with a surgeon's detached precision, seemingly entranced by the mist of blood filling the air.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͋Mlт̍ՒdɍڂBׂ̐̂ĂdɂāA<R ALT="C["></R>̌ɓ͂Ăv<k>
"I will offer you up on the altar of sacrifice. With the world itself as your pyre, I will send your soul to Ruili."

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//l̉ALA͂̎ĂB
//lƂĖsSȔޏ̎vlł́A
//̒Ջ荇l̒jNȂ̂A
//ƂǂւlȂ̂A邱Ƃ͊ȂB<k>

//Ȃ̂ɁÂcc
//키ĺA̒j̎pA̒ӂ߂炦ĕȂB<k>

//߂̑gōʂAɂނɔnU邤̎ṕA
//ҁXzXƂB
//܂Ŏ蕉̖ҏbf̋ɂɖウ̂悤ȁA
//ɂ܂ULlB<k>

//ȖSȌiOɂāA
//𒭂߂鏭̐ŚAsvcȈ炬ɖĂB<k>

//cc
//ق̂܂ŁA
//ޏ͉̗RȂ߂݂ɉՂ܂ĂB<k>

//gZhlƁAɂׂ̐lȂƁA
//̐ŚgZhƂ͒NȂ̂łʏɂƂāA
//͏ôȂĤ悤Ȗ̔ߒQ̐ӂߋꂾB<k>

//Ȃ̂ɍA܂͎~܂ĂB
//݂ǂɂȂȂ玀ɉʂĂƂĂނ𒭂߂邤ɁA
//CΏ͋ߏグ߂݂YĂB<k>

//A܂ɕČ߂̐lƂ́cc<k>
  From the shadows of the gazebo, the girl watches over it all. With her mind yet incomplete, she does not recognize the men doing battle or their relationship to her.

  And yet, for some reason...... she cannot take her eyes off one of the two.

  His black coat stained with his blood, his sword swinging desperately at his foe, he is a far cry from the image of a mighty, noble warrior. His appearance only invites pity, like a wounded beast in the last throes of its agony.

  But even faced with such a miserable scene, the girl's heart is filled with a strange peace.

  Until moments ago, she was being tormented by a grief that had risen out of nothing.

  She wandered through a labyrinth of pain, knowing that she longed for "brother" and that her beloved was not here, but not who "brother" could be.

  But now her tears have stopped. As she watches the man fighting his hopeless fight, she realizes that the sorrow seizing her heart has vanished.

  Perhaps the object of her heartrending desire is......

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//uBꂪAɂ܁v<k>
"That's right. He's our brother."

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//̊ԂɂTɂl̏A
//ô悤Ȃ߂ĔޏɚB<k>
  From beside her, another girl whispers with the affection of a sister.

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//uZlccꂪccv<k>
"He's...... brother......"

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//uv<k>
"Yeah."

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//<R ALT="C["></R>͗点āA
//<R ALT="`CihX"></R>̏wݍ񂾁B<k>
  The little Ruili embraces the girl in the white <I>qipao</I> from behind.

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//uĂɂ܂̂ƁA݂Ăācc
//˂AǂȂHv<k>
"Tell me how you feel, seeing him like this."

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uCccv<k>

//uccAȂ񂾂cc
//MA炢ccv<k>
"I feel......"

"Warm..... no, there's...... something burning inside me......"

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//uł傤H@킽Av<k>
"Isn't there? I feel the same."

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//Ȏ肪ڂ̃zbN͂A
//₩ɗN鋹CɎNB
//ׂwɋQE܂āA
//ڂ<R ALT="C["></R>͊ÂfR炷B<k>
  Her tiny hands undo the clasps of the dress, exposing her full breasts to the cool night air. As slender fingers tug at her nipples, the white Ruili lets out a breathy moan.

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//uccv<k>
"Ah......"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u˂AڂĂH
//ɂ܂̂ȁAv<k>

//û͂₭āA܂ɂĂA
//̂킴v<k>

//uꂪقB܂͂AȂɂA
//ɂԂȂāccv<k>
"Hey, remember brother's precious sword?"

"Remember how fast it was? He was always so proud of it."

"Now look. His sword is so heavy and dull......"

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//uccccv<k>
"Ah......uh......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ǂȂep^痠؂āA
//<R ALT="C["></R>̎w͈΂Ȃɗe͂ȂB
//܂ڂ̉̐n̂A
//Ȃx̂˂ɐgk킹͂߂B<k>
  In stark contrast to her innocent features, the little Ruili's ministrations are mercilessly sensual. Within moments, the white Ruili's ripe body begins to writhe in uncontrollable ecstasy.

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//uł܂Aɂ܂͂ẮB
//Ĉ߂Ɂv<k>
"But he's still fighting. He's fighting just for us."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//t̒tقƂ͗ɁAIRƏւ̐́A
//D҂̎cȊтɏnĂB<k>
  In her childish voice is the pride of the victor, the cruel joy of the reaver.

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//uA܂̂ɂ܂́A
//Ĉ߂̂́v<k>

//uȂɂccĈ߂Ɂv<k>
"Brother is ours now."

"He's all...... ours."

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//uccccv<k>
"All ours...... all ours......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Mɕꂽ悤ɔ䍂ȂA
//̖ϑz͂Ƃ߂ǂȂgĂB
//̗͋A鋹A
//ׂĂޏ̂߂̂́cc<k>

//̖eɕԋ̑AA瞂ԚLA
//B
//̑SĂAޏccgh<R ALT="REC[">E</R>ɕꂽ]B<k>

//~ɋ邪܂܁A
//ڂ<R ALT="C["></R>͎苖ɂMȐĝ~B
////̔҂Ɏw𔇂킹AȂؔŁA
//̉̔鏊ւƎw𔇂i߂B<k>
  As they repeat those words like a feverish mantra, their fantasies expand without limit. Those strong, pumping arms and legs, that wide chest, gasping for breath - all of it exists for them.

  She loves every part of him, even the agony warping his face and the cries of grief pouring from his throat. All of it is given up in sacrifice to his two "sisters" - to Kong Ruili.

  Overwhelmed by lust, the white Ruili embraces the tiny body beneath her, slipping her unpracticed fingers into the burning place between the child-Ruili's slender thighs.

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//uӁccv<k>
"Mm......"

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//<R ALT="C["></R>́ǍԂҊԂւƔEѓĂGɁA
///ނƂ|邱ƂȂAL悤ȓfAR炷B<k>
  The child-Ruili does not flinch at the sudden intrusion from beneath her underwear, but instead purrs like a cat in heat.

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//uꂵˁB킹ˁB
//ȂCA킩ˁv<k>
"Aren't you happy? I know you are. You're Ruili too, after all."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//݂̎ƎŊ\zȂA
//Ȃċz𗐂Ă̂̃KCmChB
//ĝ͈̊ႦǂAʉezA~ɐgłA
//ӂłЂƂ̍B<k>
  The two gynoids' breathing grows ever faster, ever harder as they exchange ever more erotic ministrations. Though their bodies may be different, they are one soul in two vessels. The object of their desire is one and the same.

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//uȂɂ悭A͂A
//ɂ܂̓ĈƂĂccv<k>

//uȂĂ킹ccˁH@<R ALT="C["></R>v<k>
"See how brother longs for us, burns for us......"

"Aren't you happy, Ruili?"

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//SAÂŐȂA
//<R ALT="C["></R>܂߂ĂB
//ׂ̔c̎̂́Al<R ALT="C["></R>Ƃ͑ΏƓIłȂA
///܂قǂɏȍF̓́A
//łɂłė~IɂĂB<k>

//ӂȑɐgς˂܂܁A
//ڂ<R ALT="C["></R>͍RƂȂgݕ~ꂽB
//Z̎ɖڂDĈȍ~A
//łɔޏ͉Ɖ䂪g܂܁A
//񂹂銯\̔gɗ邪܂ܐgCĂB<k>
  As she whispers sweetly in her sister's ear, the little Ruili strips off her clothing. The petite, underdeveloped body of the child-gynoid is a stark contrast to the other Ruili's, but her tiny pink nipples are nevertheless as hard as pebbles, declaring her lust.

  The white Ruili submits to the attentions of her much smaller counterpart. From the moment she laid eyes on her brother, she had already given herself to the ever-mounting waves of pleasure.

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//lÂdˍ킷B
//̔M񂾊፷́A
//ǂ̍Œɂ<R ALT="^I["></R>ւƒĂB<k>
  Even as the girls wind their naked bodies about each other, their impassioned gazes remain ever affixed on the embattled Taoluo.

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//uقA݂āB
//ccɂ܁AȂɂ邵v<k>
"Look...... See how brother suffers."

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uZlccZľccȂɐԂccv<k>
"Brother...... Your blood is so red......"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uĂˁBꂢˁB
//ɂ܂́cc܂݂́Av<k>
"Isn't it beautiful? Don't you love his face covered in blood?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="C["></R>͐L΂A
//ɑgݕ~<R ALT="C["></R>̓<R ALT="">M</R>悤rߏグB<k>
  The child-Ruili extends her tongue and laps at her supine sister's nipples.

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//ûāAĂH
//Ȃ߂Ă݂ƁA񂾂v<k>

//uƂĂƂĂA܂B
//ɂ܂́ccv<k>
"You know how his blood tastes? I do."

"It was sweet, so sweet. Just like him."

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//RƚĂA
//<R ALT="C["></R>͂ނɌ݂̑ڂƏ_𗍂܂B<k>
  With that blissful whisper, Ruili grinds their dripping slits together.

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//ub!!v<k>
"Auuuu!!"

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//uӁccccv<k>
"Ha......uh......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//䂪gƂRsƂ΂Ɍōhグ<R ALT="C["></R>Åقǂ̎hɖ|MāAウ<R ALT="C["></R>A
///ɑSgSXĈӎ̂́A<R ALT="^I["></R>̐A<R ALT="^I["></R>̊፷cc<k>

//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ns̊тIɐU邤CsA̐؂ɁASg󂭉s؂荏܂Âтɒɂ܂тȂcc
//Ȃ<R ALT="^I["></R>͔̂܂܁ASɐݏdȑ؂őłB<k>

//̐]̋тAOA͉䂪gWy̍rgɏdˍ킹ĖB
//̔jœIȂقǂɖOȂOA䂪gւƒ܂l𖲑z΁ccgĂy͍یȂ<R ALT=""></R>ĂB<k>
  One Ruili tosses her hips as she basks in the flames of ecstasy, daring the inferno to consume her utterly; the other screams out in delicious agony as the irresistible pleasure wracks her body; and both are focused, mind, body, and soul, upon Taoluo's voice, and Taoluo's gaze.

  Haojun wields his rapier with a sadistic joy, eliciting fresh groans from Taoluo each time he carves a new pattern into his flesh. And still Taoluo fights with a wild fury, swinging his sword with no trace of the skill and strength he once possessed.

  His cries of bottomless despair, his howls of murderous rage - the girls drink greedily of them, joining them to the waves of pleasure already roiling throughout their bodies. As they imagine his inexhaustible passion pouring into them, the inferno of their lust burns hotter and hotter.

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//uZlAZlccb!!v<k>
"Brother!! Brother!!"

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//uɂ܂͂cc킽̂́v<k>

//uȂƁcc킽Ɓcc<R ALT="C["></R>̂́v<k>
"Brother is ours now...... all ours."

"Yours...... mine...... all Ruili's."

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//ԂȂY̋nŁA݂Â荇B
//ɔ킳鏬<R ALT="C["></R>́ATŁA
///̎PDAƐڑꂽ]P[u񂹂B
//łɈ[̃RlN^́A
//ޏǧ㓪̃XbgɐڑςłB<k>
  The girls feast upon each other's flesh, hardly pausing to draw breath. Yet even as she fans the flames of her sister's lust, the child-Ruili's other hand brings the end of a PDA's data transfer cable closer and closer. The other end of the cable is already connected to the port in her head.

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//uccAZlccƁAƂccv<k>
"Ahhh! B-brother...... More! More!!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="C["></R>́A
//Ƃ߂ǂȂcオĂx̐ɈӎDA
//ւƔEъP[uɋCtȂB<k>
  Blinded by the ever-growing pleasure, the white Ruili does not notice the cable inching closer to her head.

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//uAɁcc
//ɂ܂̂Ƃւv<k>

//uǁAقƂ̃CɂȂācc
//ɂ܂́A΂Ɂccv<k>
"Come...... It's time to go to him."

"Once more, as the true Ruili...... let's go to brother's side."

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//uA͂bAӂb!!v<k>
"Ahhh! Haaaa! Haaaaaaaa!!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//肪Ⓒ̒ւƓグꂽ̏uԁA
//<R ALT="C["></R>͂̐ڑXbgփRlN^}B
//؂悤ɐꍞłAl̎B
//lԂ̏̂̐ⒸAޏׂؚ̍ȑ̋̒ɂ͎܂肫Ȃقǂ̓{ƂȂĉ񂹂B<k>
  The moment her sister explodes in climax, Ruili inserts the cable into her data terminal. Her other self flows into her like a sudden avalanche, and the ultimate ecstasy of both Ruilis is joined within her waifish frame.

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//u͂ccb!!v<k>
"Haaaaaaaaaa!!"

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//ꂸ瞂点̔ߖA<R ALT="">Î</R>ɋnB<k>
  Her scream of pleasure shatters the night.

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//j̐킢͂łɌmǂ̗ł͂ȂA
//IȎY̗l悵ĂB<k>

//rXċzɌk킹A
//ݍނƂɑꂳLl<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂ́A
//͂yȑՓV<R ALT="Ƃ">H</R>ȂǌeȂB<k>

//gɍ܂ꂽ͂ӖȂقǂɚ삵A
//̗ʂӂ݂΁A
//ǂ납Ă邱Ƃ̊ԈႢƂvȂB<k>

//Ȕނ<R ALT="Ă">M</R>Ԃ@A<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͙΂炩ɗIgƃCsAJA
//E̎h˂킶ƍݍłB<k>
  The battle now resembles less a duel between swordsmen than it does an execution.

  His shoulders heaving with every breath, his legs threatening to give out with every step, Taoluo's movements no longer bear any trace of the quick, graceful forms of Daitian Swordplay.

  The wounds carved into his body are too numerous to count, and considering the sheer volume of blood he has lost, it is nothing short of a miracle that he is still standing.

  With insane, joyous laughter, Haojun continues to thrust his rapier again and again into Taoluo's flesh.

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//unnnA܂U}ȁB<R ALT="^I["></R>v<k>

//ǔւAɌqA
//ׂ<R ALT="C["></R>ɕsv<k>
"Hahaha! Look at you now, Taoluo!"

"Where is your swordsman's pride? Where is your will to live? Have you given it all up for Ruili?"

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//̌tA<R ALT="^I["></R>̎ɂ͌܊͂ĂȂB<k>

//₦ԂȂɂɉՂ܂邤A͂ɂ݂͑N󂳂A
//ł͓􂭃CsA̐؂ɂAłG̗CȂB<k>
  His taunts barely reach Taoluo's ears.

  The endless agony has long since grown dull and distant. Now he feels only cold, hard steel against his flesh.

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//ułBMl͌A
//c炸ōisĉʂĂB
//<R ALT="C["></R>̖ڂ̑Ołȁv<k>
"Then all is as it should be. Here and now, before Ruili's eyes, wring out every last drop of blood and bone, body and soul."

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//uMl͂lłȂĂB
//<R ALT="C["></R>̒ɂ΂BȂ牴
//ccMl<R ALT=""></R>łȂB<R ALT="^I["></R>v<k>
"Come, burn your last ember of life! Live on inside Ruili alone! Then maybe, just maybe...... I will find it in my heart to forgive you, Taoluo."

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//uccccv<k>
"......"

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//܂ɍ܂ȂAނ̈ӎ͋̒jłB<k>
  Even as his body is flayed alive, Taoluo's mind wanders on the edge of oblivion.

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//ǵcch<k>
(I......)

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//Usċ߂̓B
//]eƎ󂯓ꂽq<R ALT="">^</R>B<k>

//̐EǂȂɉߍŁAł낤ƁA
//ЂƂ蔲̂Ȃ΁AłƁcc
//ƂȂłlB<k>

//炷ׂĂAꂩ܂₩ƂH<k>

//ߋ̍KAԂ߂Aނ݂̐\Łcc
//̉Aő؂ȐĺAƗ܂ɕĂ̂ƂH<k>
  Once, he had dedicated his life to the way of the sword. He had freely accepted the fate of the hero.

  For no matter how cruel and pitiless the world might be, as long as he had just one thing to protect, that was enough. He could fight on free of doubt.

  What if all that had been a lie?

  What if that happiness, that comfort, everything he'd depended on had been only a delusion? What if, in truth, his most beloved had been crying in the shadows all along?

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//ہAƁccȂɋ₵ɂ́A
//ނ͂܂ɂĂB
//ƂȂĂ͐M̂ȂB<k>

//FA]A
//lƂĂ̏Ƒ͎]Ŏ̂ċB
//̂<R ALT="C["></R>܂ŌĂ̂ƂA
//ނ̒ɂ͉cȂB<k>
  How he wishes he could keep denying it, but he is far too tired now. He no longer has anything to cling to.

  He has lost his friend, lost his hope, and willingly forsaken his humanity. If, on top of all that, he even failed to understand Ruili, then he truly has nothing left.

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//g<R ALT="C["></R>ccÓcch<k>
(Ruili...... you......)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ЂƂ̉ɕ炵̐SB
//ȂĂȂ̂B<k>

//łēRB
//Ȃ̂ɋCtȂB<k>

//邢́Aڂ炵ĂȂB
//S̒ŁA邱Ƃ؂āAŁA
//ޏ̑zcc
//ޏւ̑zcc<k>

//ccȂA^Ƃ͂cȂ̂B<k>
  They had lived together under the same roof. How could he not have seen what lay in his sister's heart?

  It was his duty to see, and yet he had failed her.

  Or perhaps he had merely been averting his gaze. Somewhere deep down in his heart, he had feared to accept her feelings for him...... and his feelings for her......

  If so, then the cruelty of fate truly knows no bounds.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//gȂ̖ɐ܂ꂽcc
//ȂZɎcc<R ALT="C["></R>b!!h<k>
(Why were you born my sister? Why did you have me as your brother? Ruili!!)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//YĂ܂B
//ߒQɔAϖɔAɂ݂ɂ]ɂOB<k>

//ޏꏊɂ́ccAЂƂS肪B<k>

//SŋpB
//܂œƂ̕pƂƂāA܂iĂƂł͂ȂB
//ɂ݂YA؂AYYĐS錍B<k>

//āAłɈӁcc
//̂zOŋpAS̈꓁ɑׂcc<k>
  How he wants to forget it all. He is weary of grief, weary of sorrow, weary even of pain and despair.

  But where can he run? ......Of course. The answer is clear.

  The state of oblivion.
  Is it not what he has trained to reach all these years? It is the magic that will free his heart from pain, from fear, and from suffering.

  Let your sword be your will......
  Forget your anger, forget your grief, and entrust your soul to the blade......

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//āA̎ɗՂłĂ̂Ɠ悤ɁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͓~߁AƉ䂪g݂̍悤Yācc
//̎Ɍg`ւƁAςˁAnB<k>

//܂ŐS~ĂȂA<R ALT="悷"></R>ɒEpƂȂ΁A
//Ȃ𗥂͎̂v̂قeՂB
//܂Ƃ<R ALT="^I["></R>A̍˂ƌr̐[ɂẮA
//͂}ȕlłB<k>
  As he has done in countless battles before, Taoluo pauses, empties his mind of all sense of self...... and bestows his entire being unto the <I>wo dao</I> in his hand.

  The emotions raging within him were hardly insignificant, but once he resolves to flee into the embrace of his sword, he finds it surprisingly easy to bring himself under control. This is proof enough that Taoluo's talent and devotion to the martial arts were far from ordinary.

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//̒̓d݂A
//؂悪̍܂łƎオB
//<se src="Q˂" mode="on" option="single">
//}炸̌^͐AՓVccw_ہXx̍\𐬂ĂB<k>
  Now weightless, the sword floats slowly up until its point is level with his eyes.<se src="Q˂" mode="on" option="single"> His weapon has chosen Cloud and Mist Cover All, the stance that is the ultimate expression of Daitian Swordplay.

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//utcc悤₭ꂪĂ悤ȁv<k>
"Hmph...... It looks like you're almost at your limit."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//`Ȃ邱Ɖ̔@A_ՂȂ邱Ɩ̔@B
//Âȍ\̒ɖ̕ω߂JE^[_̖h^B
//ǒȂȂ̎p͂<R ALT="z[W">R</R>́A
//@炵Ėڂὂ߂B<k>
  Formless as the mist, flexible as the willow branch, this serene stance conceals an infinite number of possible counters. Beholding Taoluo's impenetrable guard, Haojun laughs with undisguised contempt.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uŌɉc邩Ǝv΁A
//ɂĂ̈꓁B
//ÂVȌqԂ肾v<k>
"Of all the ways to end your life, you choose that technique. Your devotion to the sword never ceases to amaze me."

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//u͂Ml͐猕SB
//l̂AN̈ɉ邱ƂA
//ȂقǏoʑk낤ȁv<k>
"As I thought, you are nothing but a sword demon. You can neither love nor be loved, I see."

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//̗]nȂǂȂB
///B͌SB
//ǓƂĂɍ݂B<k>

//ȂΉ₤܂łȂB
//̎̈ӖA𗬂Ӌ`A
//vYނƂ͂ȂB<k>

//̋꒏āA<R ALT="^I["></R>̐S͂ɂȂyB<k>
  Taoluo has no retort. Indeed, he is a sword demon. This blade is his mind, body, and soul.

  Then there is nothing to doubt. The meaning of this battle, the purpose of his wounds - none of it matters anymore.

  Now free from the suffering of the material world, Taoluo finds himself strangely calm.

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//u/Ml̂̌ւ܂ĎdグA
//Ƃ킯v<k>

//u낤B
//̈ꌂŊȂ@̂߂Ăv<k>
"It looks like I'll have to shatter that sword of yours to put an end to this."

"So be it. With this next attack, I'll finish you once and for all!"

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//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͖ɌgĂCsA̕A
//wьvx̍\B
//܂œՋ荇̍ŒA
//߂̌ĕKËꌂ̋ŹA
//ނԍ̊Oō\Ă݂Ƃŗp𐬂ʁB<k>

//̕ǂj<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̓ݍ݂΁A
//ԍȂǂƂTOӖȂB<k>

//Ō̍ŌɁA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͂ȏȂقǂ<R ALT="^I["></R>|ŌƂ镠Ȃ̂낤B
//ꂪ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>݂̑̌`B<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>Ƃjׂ݂̑Ĕے肹Ƃނ̈ӎvB<k>

//S̑тɂ₩Yꎖ͂܂łB
//͂܂̒̌B<k>
  Haojun calmly shifts his grip on his rapier, taking the stance for Lightning Bolt Shatters Sky. This technique is intended to seek out and exploit the momentary vulnerabilities that arise in the midst of mortal combat. Needless to say, it is meaningless to prepare it outside of melee range.

  But range itself no longer has any meaning for Haojun, who can shatter the sound barrier with a single step.

  Now, at the very end, he intends to annihilate Taoluo with overwhelming might. Such is the form of Haojun's hate, the manifestation of his desire to deny all that Kong Taoluo is and was.

  He has toyed with his prey long enough. The time has come for his sword to transcend the sound barrier once more.

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//Ɩ炩Ɏ@ĂȂA͂<R ALT="^I["></R>Ɉؕ|͂ȂB
///⛌ŵ̕悤ɁA󔙂̐S𐁂߂B<k>

//Ȑ]ŖׂA䂪U݂Ƃ̂B
//Ȍ`œ邽߂ɁA
//܂ł̐iƂ̂B<k>
  Yet even with death staring him in the face, Taoluo no longer feels any fear. Silence alone blows like a lonely wind through his empty heart.

  Was the purpose of his life to end with such despair? Did he train all these years just so that he could flee into the oblivion of battle?

<BOX TYPE=3>
//g<R ALT="z[W">R</R>Ácch<k>
(Haojun, I......)

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//@錕CB
//ȂA
//ȂXƁA
//ׂĂ𒴉z<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̑̋낪ĂіzB<k>

//捏lA̉e<R ALT="^I["></R>߂邱Ƃ͂ȂB
//ӎ̚OŖzB<k>
  Malice smites upon him, and behind it Haojun comes like a wrathful god, faster than the wind and more terrible than the thunder.

  As before, Taoluo's eyes are unable to perceive his enemy's path. His sword, however, is not bound by such limitations.

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//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͒mȂB
//Ă̔n܂𐪂A
//eẻJł̂ƂB
//C̞l̒ɁA<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>̊JႵ`̑ՓVZB<k>

//v΍<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂ́A
//HoӖAnӖȂB
//ނ̘̎̒`́AȂƂɓڒȂB
//Ƃ茕ɗR͂ȂB
//nɑ΁Aׂ炭aĊĂ̂݁B<k>

//闬hߋ̈╨ƁAĂ̂<R ALT="z[W">R</R>OɂāA
//ӂсwZoUDxC􂭁B<k>
  Haojun does not know that his foe's blade, too, once broke the sound barrier and shepherded its master through a rain of steel, that in the midst of fierce battle Kong Taoluo at last reached the legendary pinnacle of Daitian Swordplay.

  In truth, Taoluo has no reason to fight for his life, nor even to fight at all. But the sword in his hand cares not for such things. It needs no reason, for its purpose is simple - to cut down everything that enters its range.

  Haojun boasted that he would make all schools relics of the past. In answer, Seamless Sword Scatters Soul in Six Domains splits the night once more.

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//˂|ƍ|AURƈłɖ苿B
//݂ćA߂ƕ̒fB
//ꂩ̌܂񂾂̂͊ԈႢȂB<k>

//ՌgɊグꂽoaXƒɗ߁cc
//Ȃ镗ɐU炳ďB
//ӂѐÎ߂iF̒A
//𗁂тĉe𗎂Ƃ̂́A
//ԋ؂̌QꂾB<k>

//j̎p͂ɂȂA
//ɍႦႦ߂n̒fЂA
//Sn̎wWƂđnɓ˂ĂB<k>
  The sound of colliding steel rings out into the night, its dull echoes the death rattle of a blade once forged with the soul of a master. One of the swords has shattered.

  Dust and smoke billow into the air, riding the shockwave of Haojun's passage, and are quickly swept off by the night wind. When at last silence has returned to the garden, only the withered trees remain to bask in the moonlight.

  The men have vanished from the battlefield, leaving behind a glittering shard of steel to mark where their final explosive encounter took place.

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//Vhě邻̋Ђ́ACsA̓gB<k>
  That shimmering metal spire...... is the blade of Haojun's rapier.

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//Ԃ荇ĺA
//\܂藣ꂽꏊɐ܂dȂē|ĂB
//炵<R ALT="^I["></R>̏ɁA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>낹ɕ킳`łB<k>

//<R ALT="^I["></R>̘`ł̂́ACsȂ؂̂݁B
//܂ĂȂ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͓ːi~߂A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>܂g]킳ȂB
//ʁA<R ALT="^I["></R>͉̕ǂjēːi<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̑̓Ɏ󂯎~߂`ŁÄʒu܂Ő΂ꂽ̂B<k>

//j͏Փ˂̒B
//ɒnʂɒ@ꂽ_ŔwƍłӂꂽB
//x͒vłB
//ȂłFcc
//ƎłAƂɕm̗Ll̂B<k>

//ǁAngɗт܂łȂA<R ALT="^I["></R>̖^͐sĂB<k>
  The warriors themselves lay crumpled many meters from the point of impact, with Haojun sprawled atop the collapsed Taoluo.

  For all his skill, Taoluo's <I>wo dao</I> succeeded in countering only Haojun's rapier. Even after his sword was broken, Haojun did not stop his charge, and nor was Taoluo able to evade. As a result, Taoluo took the full force of Haojun's supersonic body slam and was blasted all the way to this point.

  The collision ruptured his internal organs, and his spinal column was shattered upon impact with the ground. He will not survive this time. Indeed it is a miracle that he was not killed instantly. Of course, with his internal injuries he would not have lived for much longer in any case.

  Ultimately, Taoluo's doom was sealed before Haojun's blade ever entered his flesh.

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//ucćccv<k>
"Why......?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ڂ̑Oɂ<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̊グȂA
//f̓f̒A<R ALT="^I["></R>͗ꂽioB
//̑oƂOڂƗ܂oB<k>
  Gazing up at Haojun's face, Taoluo speaks with his dying breath. His eyes are wet with tears.

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//ucĉǂāA
//Ȏdł󂯂ccHv<k>
"Why did this...... happen to us?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>낷<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̖éA
//؂̕\łB
//ނ͔ނŁA΂{Kv͂ȂȂĂB<k>

//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̑̓́AƂӐ}Ă̂̂ł͂ȂB
//҂Փ˂ɂ͊ɁAނ܂ĝ̐Ă̂B
//CsA@܂<R ALT="^I["></R>̘`́Â܂ܐ؂]<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̋тAlHSƐҒłhɂĂB<k>
  Haojun's expression is blank, utterly devoid of emotion. He, too, no longer has any reason to show scorn or rage.

  He never intended to ram Taoluo. At the moment of their collision, he had already lost control of his body - for Taoluo's <I>wo dao</I>, having shattered his rapier, had with its next thrust speared Haojun's synthetic heart.

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//úccv<k>

//u݂͂ȈĂBOA<R ALT="C["></R>ccv<k>
"I......"

"I loved you both...... You and Ruili......"

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//uƂĂAMl͈ԈႦv<k>
"Even so, yours was the wrong love."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ɍ̖A𐁂ȂA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>ꂭ悤ɗ}gȂB
//܂ł̂ǂȝ}΂A
//̊ÂȐ<R ALT="^I["></R>̐S˂hB<k>
  While spitting blood from his mouth, Haojun lays the blame squarely on Taoluo's shoulders. More than any taunting laugh or contemptuous sneer, the irrefutable sincerity of those quiet words is like a dagger in his heart.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uMlɐ]<R ALT="C["></R>Ả킹v<k>
"You drove Ruili to despair, and she drove me to madness."

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u߂ccv<k>
"No more......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ܐō肵ȂA<R ALT="^I["></R>͗͂ȂfA
//<R ALT="z[W">R</R>̎؂ɐGB
//ȏÄꌾ͂ȂB
//Ȃ̌ۖj肽B<k>
  Even as he begs tearfully for him to stop, Taoluo raises his limp left hand and rests it against the back of Haojun's neck. He can bear to hear no more of this. He would rather gouge out his own eardrums.

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>OɂāA<R ALT="z[W">R</R>͍Ō̚nsSÂ̂낤B
//ɍʂꂽeɁA܍ĂюO̗₩Ȕ΂hB<k>
  Seeing Taoluo's desperation, Haojun claims his final vengeance. Once more, that cold, calm smile returns to his pale features, the same as it always was.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccMlv<k>

//uAޏcc<R ALT="^I["></R>AMlɁccv<k>
"Everything...... Everything is your fault."

"Our suffering, Taoluo...... was all because of you......"

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u<R ALT="z[W">R</R>!!v<k>
"Haojun!!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ԚL̋тƂƂɁA<R ALT="^I["></R>̍d̋CB
//̎ɒ͂񂾐ڑvOɁA
//Ō̓dł܂B<k>
  With a cry of boundless grief, Taoluo unleashes the Lightning Palm from his left hand, sending the last Electromagnetic Discharge of his life straight into Haojun's terminal plug.

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//Sl̔΂́AŌ܂ŗh炬ȂB
//̑oƂÂɓ܂ĂA
//Ōɋȋ󔙂cB<k>
  The Demon-Eyed Adonis's smile never fades. His eyes just glaze quietly over, and then there is only emptiness.

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//u<R ALT="z["></R>A<R ALT="W">R</R>ccv<k>
"Hao......jun......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ĝ̐c݊gCAIނ悤ɂđSg𕢂ĂB
//܂Őĝ̓OuĂ̂̂悤ɁA
//̉OCƓȂĂB<k>

//̐Î̒A<R ALT="^I["></R>͓Ƃ肫肾B
//܂Ōǌ݂̂yɐĂނł͂A
//قǂ̌ǓƊ͖ƂȂB<k>

//̐̐Ƃ́ccA₽镗܂߂Xۂ̑SĂA₳Ă悤ȑaOB
//镨Ƃ̊ւ肪AfĂB
//ڂɂ̂AɐGA߂̂cc
//ׂĂނ̒ĂB<k>
  Coldness seeps from the core of his being, spreading throughout his body like a cancer. His internal temperature is slowly becoming one with the outside air, as though the flesh separating him from the world has vanished.

  Taoluo is all alone in the silence of the night. He has fought until now with only a sword as his companion, but never has he felt such loneliness as this.

  It is as though all life - no, as though even the cold night, the dazzling moon, and indeed the entirety of Creation itself have rejected him. Everything is fading away. The things he has seen, the things he has touched, the things he has heard...... they are all leaving him to die.

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//܂ȂSׂB
//ɂAܑBĂB<k>

//₽قƂłA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͐ɂȂȂтグāAĂ񂾁B
//ނ̐EɌq~߂Ă҂B
//ނ̂ƂYꂸɂĂ҂B<k>
  He would cry from the sorrow of it, but even his tears are frozen.

  Unable to even close his petrified eyelids, Taoluo cries out in voiceless desperation. He calls for someone to bind him to the world, to make sure that he is not forgotten.

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//uccv<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//sӂɁcc
//_炩GADjݍށB<k>

//̒ŏo΂̂悤ɁA͏䂭ނ̍cA߂B<k>
  Suddenly, something soft and warm envelops his head.

  It soothes his frozen soul like a flame in a snowstorm, granting a brief reprieve to his fading life.

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//uZlA܂Hv<k>
"Can you hear me, brother?"

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//ucc<R ALT="C["></R>Hv<k>
"......Ruili?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ȂޏB
//߂͕ςʂĂp`cc
//ꂳ͂Ȃ<R ALT="^I["></R>ł͂A
//ނD~AU悤Ȑ̗}gA
//܎Ś̂͊ԈႢȂAނ̂l̖B<k>
  It is her, beyond a doubt. His dim vision can no longer make out her changed appearance, but the kindness of her touch and the lilting voice with which she whispers into his ear can only belong to his precious sister.

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//u<R ALT="C["></R>cc{ɁA<R ALT="C["></R>ccȂ̂Hv<k>
"Ruili...... Is it...... really you?"

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u͂AZlBcci炭<R ALT="Ƃ"></R>v܂v<k>

//uĂxƐMāA
//܂Łcc{ɁAv<k>
"Yes, brother. Please forgive my long absence."

"I've waited for this day, believing that we would be together again. It's been so long."

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//uccv<k>
"It has......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//A܂ɂ҂т炬ƁAB<k>

//B{ɁB<k>

//<R ALT="C["></R>̍߂B
//̂߂Ȃ玀}ʂƐSɌ߂Ă܂ŗB
//ʂĔߊ̊A
///łт䂭䂪gɉ̖͂ȂB<k>

//Ȃ̂ɁccɂĒɂقǂ̉A<R ALT="^I["></R>̋ߏグB<k>

//ޏƌ炢ȀΊ͂cc
//ꂾ̈ꌇЂ̖AcĂȂƂ́B<k>

//܂ޏ̋Ղ̉𒮂B
//xAx邠̎pB
//Ȃ̂ɂAȂB
//čA<R ALT="C["></R>͖ڂ̑OɂƂ̂ɁB<k>
  How long has he waited for this peace, this contentment?

  It has been so long. So very long.

  To take back Ruili's soul, he was resolved to give up even his own life. Now that his wish has at last been fulfilled, he should be able to enter oblivion with no regrets.

  And yet...... what is this sorrow now stabbing at his heart?

  He wanted to speak with her, to gaze upon her smile once more. How could he have failed to save a spark of life for this moment?

  He wants to hear her <I>guzheng</I> again, and watch her dance beneath the peach trees. But it cannot be, though Ruili is right before his eyes.

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//uȖ؂̂߂ɁÁccv<k>
"Is this the end I......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̐͌tɂȂȂB
//ƈ܂j`B<k>
  He does not speak the rest, but at last salty tears pour down his cheeks.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//úccO̖Tɂcc
//OƂƂɐccv<k>
"I...... wanted us to be together...... I wanted to live by your side......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Aނ̑ɌJĂ₽[B
//ɂ͂<R ALT="C["></R>͂ȂB
//ЂƂёĂ΂AĈƂ͊ȂB<k>

//āA̎Ŏa̐gł<R ALT="^I["></R>cc
//܂̔ގgẢeɂقǋ邱ƂɂȂ낤Ƃ́B<k>
  The cold abyss is yawning beneath him, but Ruili is no longer there. Should he fall now, he will never see her again.

  To think that Taoluo, who once doled out death wherever it was asked of him, would cower so at the approach of his own end.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uƂO߂āccȂ̂ɍx́A
//̂H<k>

//uŉ́cc܂ƂȂ̂H
//xAxƁccv<k>
"At last I have you back...... and now I'm going to die?"

"Will I be alone again? Will I lose you forever?"

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//uAvv<k>

//uZlA]ŉ̂Ȃcc
//͗ꗣɂȂ肵Ȃv<k>

//uƈꏏɁAĂ܂H
//ǂ܂łꏏɁv<k>
"No. Everything will be alright."

"If you so desire...... we will never be apart again."

"Will you come with me, to walk together forever?"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//]ނׂȂB
//Ȋ肢ȂAAɂ͂ȂB<k>
  It's too much to hope for.
  But if such a miracle is truly possible, then he will gladly sacrifice his soul - even his hope for reincarnation - to see it through.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uAĂĂccށccv<k>

//uxƕȂłcc
//lɂȂłccv<k>
"Please...... Take me with you......"

"Don't let me go...... Don't leave me alone......"

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u肪ƂAZlBv<k>

//u񑩂B͉iɈꏏBˁHv<k>
"Thank you, brother. I'm so happy."

"It's a promise. We'll always be together, right?"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u<R ALT="C["></R>ccv<k>

//gƂBւɂĂh<k>

//gOꏏȂÁcch<k>
"Ruili......"

(I swear. I'll sacrifice whatever it takes.)

(As long as we're together......)

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//̓ŊxJԂɁA<R ALT="^I["></R>̈ӎ͈łɓۂݍ܂A
//XɗĎUĂB<k>
  With that oath echoing in his heart, Taoluo's consciousness fades away, scattered into the darkness.

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//vIf[^ɁA<R ALT="cFEC[^[">ӈB</R>͉߂ĖڂʂB<k>

//̋]ƈɎɓꂽʂł͂A
//ɂĂ݂ΐS悤ȊҊ͂ȂB
//鐔l\ꂽ͈͓Ɏ܂ĂB<k>

//ׂȌ؂Oł͂邪A
//łɉȊw҂ƂĂ̌o|ĂB
//炭cc
//˔jƂȂ悤Ȏ|͉͂ݎ܂B<k>
  Xie Yida looks over the data printouts from his numerous diagnostic machines.

  Many lives were lost to bring him these results, but now that he has them he feels little in the way of anticipation. All the readouts are perfectly within acceptable levels.

  He has yet to examine the data in detail, but his instinct and experience are telling him that there is nothing to be gained here.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//ułH@hN^[<R ALT="cF"></R>v<k>
"How does it look, Doctor Xie?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//vugNA܂ŐuĂB
//epΔN[ʎqA
//炩ɂ̋[ƌtɂ́Ani̋CiB<k>
  The girl rises from the diagnostic bed and turns her cool expression upon him. She may have the appearance of a young child, but her mannerisms and speech carry the elegance of a lady of high breeding.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u܌Ñɍ\zꂽ}gNX́A炩ɍxȐ_ƂĔF߂B
//ƌĂłǂ낤v<k>

//uccL̂Ɍ΂ȁA̐lԂv̂Ƃ܂ŕςloĂȂv<k>
"The information matrix making up your memory is clearly displaying high-level mental activity. I have no problem with calling it a soul."

"......As far as I can tell, there is no difference whatsoever between your readings and those taken from a human brain."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uƕʂ̂̂҂Ă̂Hv<k>
"Were you hoping for a different result?"

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<bustup name="stcF" face="\" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u܂AڐVȂ͎̂v<k>
"Well, it's true that I've found nothing surprising."

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//uԈႢȂ؂ƂA
//΂rɕ̂́cc
//̊ԈႢ񎞂v<k>

//uA܂ŊȌʂoƂ́A
//\zȂv<k>
"When you search for mistakes, nothing is more confusing than not finding any."

"To be honest, I never expected such perfect results."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uł͎͐ł́Hv<k>
"Then the experiment was a success?"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="cF"></R>͑ق܂܁A
//T̂ɒuẴOXɂƂęB<k>
  While considering his answer, Xie takes a sip from the glass of whiskey at his side.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//umɍ̌NƂ݂́A
//ЂƂ̐ʂv<k>

//u̔]<R ALT=""></R>鮃f[^A
//قǂ̃x
//_ێĂ͉ߋɂȂv<k>

//u͂̂ƂĂ̌NƁAN[L^}̂Ƃ́A\tgEFAƃn[hEFAƂċ敪Ăv<k>

//uobNAbvcƂ͕s\Aꂳ΂<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>CɂKv͂Ȃv<k>

//uN͏̂Ƃĉ猇邱ƂȂA
//ʂ̋L^}̂ւƈړ]ł邾낤v<k>

//û̃TC{[Oł]̘V܂ł͎~߂ȂAȌEzɌN͂v<k>

//ucc
//lޏ̕sVsɂ킯v<k>
"It's true that your existence is one achievement."

"There has never before been an example of soul data maintaining such a high level of activity after being separated from the brain."

"The data that makes up your soul is now a completely separate entity from the vessel that contains it, like software and hardware."

"It may be impossible to leave a backup, but otherwise you have nothing to fear from wraith burn."

"As an information-based lifeform, you can now move from medium to medium without losing any integrity."

"Even cyborg augmentation cannot stop the decay of the brain, but you have transcended that limit."

"To put it simply...... you are the first human to achieve immortality."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//u܂v<k>
"My!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//܂ł͂Ȃ߂ꂽ̂悤ɁA
//͂͂ɂ񂾂悤Ȕ΂𕂂ׂB<k>
  The girl smiles shyly, as though she has had some embarrassing secret exposed.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȂɑwȂ̂~
//Ȃłǁccv<k>
"I don't recall ever asking for anything so grand."

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uȁB
//߂ĐgłڂS҂ǂA
//ǂꂾ吨ƎvHv<k>
"How ironic. Do you know how many fools have sacrificed everything in pursuit of what you have?"

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//ułAX̋]ĂA
//m悤₭
//ɑ̂ł傤Hv<k>
"But it was because of those sacrifices that your experiment finally succeeded, no?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uAccv<k>
"It succeeded, did it......?"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//XɌtāA<R ALT="cF"></R>̓OXɎr̒gpB<k>
  With a sour expression on his face, Xie refills his glass from the bottle.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uAƌĂȂcc
//̒ʂ肾̂v<k>
"Yes...... I suppose you could call this a success."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//us肻ˁv<k>
"You sound unconvinced."

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<bustup name="stcFOX" face="\" align="right">
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<se src="SE_RbvɕX" mode="on" option="single">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>

//u鮂́A
//̔]lH̋L^}̂ւ̈ڍsB
//ꂪ̌̃e[}v<k>

//u̎̐ۂ͂ȁAN̂܂܂<R ALT="REC[">E</R>ƂẴ{fBɈړ]ł̂ǂcc̈_ɐŝv<k>
"......"

"The transfer of the soul from a living brain to a synthetic medium. That was the theme of my research."

"In truth, the validity of this experiment depended entirely on whether or not you could change vessels and still remain the original Kong Ruili."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uł͂ȂȂAƁHv<k>
"Are you saying that I might not be?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uƂ́AH邲Ƃɗ򉻂v<k>

//uƂ킯ANɎ{@ł́Aoɒo鮃R[hォēƂA̒iK𓥂ނ̂v<k>

//uےGȂGgs[͑傷B猾邪Aʂo\͌ȂႩv<k>
"Whenever data is manipulated, there is always decay."

"Your process involved a particularly lengthy sequence, from the repeated extraction of small amounts of soulcode to the reconstitution of that code."

"The more complicated the process, the greater the entropy. Just between us, the chance of a successful conclusion was always extremely low."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//u܂AЂǂv<k>
"Well, I never!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
///őlbɂċ邩̂悤ɁA
//͉₩ɔ߂B<k>
  The girl frowns artfully, as though at someone else's misfortune.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȂɂmMȂȂācc
//ZlǂȊ邩v<k>
"To think that even you lacked the confidence...... I wonder what Brother would say if he could hear you now."

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͗\zł͂ȂȊw҂B
//^킵炱B
//͎s낾v<k>
"I'm a scientist, not a fortuneteller. I experiment <I>because</I> I don't know what will happen. Everything is trial and error."

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//uĐN̑̂Ɏ኱̌덷̂́AނO񂾂v<k>

//u͂̌덷ƂĂ̂炬̋eʂɎ܂邩ۂBꂪ̎Ⴞ̂ccv<k>

//uɂ́ǍNƖʎȂv<k>

//ug{<R ALT="REC[">E</R>hɂĂ͈ؒm̂B݂̌NƔr؂邱Ƃłv<k>

//uꂪƂ΁A
//<R ALT="REC[">E</R>Ƃl悭mlԁcc
//ŇZ<R ALT="E"></R>ɗ邵Ȃ̂v<k>

//uꂪlāÃU}ł͂ȁccv<k>
"My hypothesis made allowances for the slight errors that were almost certain to show up once you'd been reconstructed."

"The problem was whether or not those errors would be acceptable as natural fluctuations in the soul. That was the crux of my experiment."

"But unfortunately, I didn't know the original you."

"Knowing nothing about the 'real' Kong Ruili, I can't compare her to the present you."

"Only someone who truly knew Kong Ruili could have done so...... I pinned my hopes on your brother or Liu."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//܂ŕāA
//͂܂ŗ}ȂȂ̂悤ɐ𗧂Ăď΂͂߂B<k>
  Upon hearing this, the girl bursts out in uncontrollable laughter.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//ug{̎hmlԂcc
//ɂĂ̓lłBEttv<k>
"You think that <I>they</I>, of all people, truly knew me? Hehehe!"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//邵Ί̂܂܈ꑧA
//͍DS<R ALT="cF"></R>̕\`ށB<k>
  The adorable little girl catches her breath, then looks at Xie with undisguised curiosity.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uႠmB
//̓̒g<R ALT="C["></R>ȂƂA
//͉̎҂ȂłHv<k>
"So tell me, Doctor. If I'm not Ruili, then what am I?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ûƂ́A
//N̍lԂ̂̂ǂ^킵ȁv<k>

//uN͒n甇oĂ񂵁AtPV^C̉Ȃ̂v<k>

//uƌĂяK킷ɂȀo開ȂBV傩_̏oԂv<k>
"In that case, it's doubtful whether your soul can even be called human."

"You might be a demon that crawled out of hell, or some sort of Frankenstein's monster."

"Whatever you are, it's not my place to name you. Go see a priest for that."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uqƂ낤A
//ƎCłƁv<k>
"To think that the great Profane Scalpel would be so faint of heart."

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uhNplŁA
//炩ȎsŏIĂ΁A
//܂߂񂾂ˁv<k>
"If you'd just emerged as a vegetable, I could have written the experiment off as a failure."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//׋CȗepɎʔɁA<R ALT="cF"></R>܂@炵ēłÂB<k>
  Xie scoffs at the girl's sarcasm, so unsuited to her innocent features.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//us͎słЂƂ̌ʁB
//mȌʂ͊mȑOïłv<k>

//usAʂ͕ۗcĉ̂kJɏI悤Ȃ̂BȊw҂ƂĂ͋Jv<k>
"Failure itself is one result. We can learn from our mistakes, and move on."

"But an experiment with no clear result, where even success and failure are up in the air, is nothing but a wasted effort."

"Few things are more humiliating for a scientist."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//̂ĔɚȂVlA
//͂΂΂ƂƂɌĂA
//₪ē䂩悤Ɏ萟܂Ŗ₢B<k>
  The girl watches the grumbling old man drink for a while, a wry smile on her lips, but then she speaks up in a smugly mysterious voice.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uႠmAЂƂfĂv<k>

//uĈwE̒hN^[<R ALT="cF"></R>ƁAň҂̍qƂł́Aǂ炪ĝ܂܁h̋MȂłHv<k>
"Then may I ask you a question, Doctor?"

"Between the Doctor Xie who was the rising star of the medical community, and the Profane Scalpel who treats junkies and hoodlums, which is the real you?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccɗ󂾂ˁv<k>
"......Touche."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//₩Ȉ˂Ԃ<R ALT="cF"></R>ɁA͉RƔ΂݂B<k>
  The girl smiles bewitchingly in response to Xie's glare.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uMȂAM悭mX
//В[uĉĂł傤v<k>

//ułŁAN[ł铚
//oĂƎv܂Hv<k>

//uccłˁAƁB
//ȉ񓚂~悤ȂA
//Ȃ̌̂iZXłv<k>
"If you're not sure yourself, you can just ask everyone who knows you well."

"But do you really think that you'll get a satisfying answer?"

"......Of course you won't. If that's what you're looking for, your research is utter nonsense."

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="cF"></R>̒Zق́A邢͕@łȂA
//ɂނ܂A
//ނނ<R ALT=""></R>ɏo<R ALT=""></R>ł͂ȂB<k>
  Perhaps Xie's brief silence is a sign of chagrin. Either way, he is not the sort to show his emotions openly.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccŃAł̂ˁHv<k>

//uɐ̂ȂǂȂƁA<R ALT=""></R>̂͊ȒPBccNg{ɁAłƎvĂ̂Hv<k>

//uN<R ALT="REC[">E</R>ƂA҂Ȃ̂m߂Ƃ͎vȂ̂Hv<k>
"......Can you live with that?"

"It's easy to say that the soul is formless...... but are you really satisfied with not having an answer?"

"Don't you want to know who you are? To confirm that you are, in fact, Kong Ruili?"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//₩ɋl₷<R ALT="cF"></R>ڂ炵A
//͑ɂW~̔ɎB
//GɂƂU炩̗LۖۂɍāA񂴂ɕuĂ邻́A]OȈpً̋}P[XłB<k>

//ً}AvIȏd𕉂҂łȂ΁A
//̃P[X͍Œ48ԂɓnĔ]̋@\ێ܂ܕۑłB<k>
  At this question, the girl looks down at the object resting by her feet amid the chaotic clutter of the lab - a duralumin emergency transport case of the sort used by neurosurgeons.

  Even when a patient has suffered mortal injuries, as long as his head is intact, his brain can be kept alive for up to 48 hours in such a case.

<BOX TYPE=2>
///u̐ĺA<R ALT="C["></R>ƌĂł܂v<k>

//uŌ̍ŌɂȂ܂ŁA<R ALT="C["></R>̋Cɂ͋CtĂȂlǁccv<k>

//ułBނĂłȂA
//<R ALT="REC[">E</R>ō\Ȃv<k>
"He called me Ruili."

"It took him until the very end to finally realize how Ruili felt, but......"

"No matter. If that is what he wishes to call me, then I will gladly be Kong Ruili."

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uNȂĂƂCɂ悤ȁAȌǓƂȂāccꂩ̎ɂ͉Ȃ́Bł傤Hv<k>
"In any case, that's a problem for those who have no one. We'll no longer have to worry about who we are, will we?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uŃccv<k>
"You......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//wqx̍KꂽĂAȂghcc
//<R ALT="cF"></R>ƂẮAo邱ƂȂŌ܂ŁA
//̐\o͂̏kƎvĂB<k>

//ْ[ỎȊw҂ƂĈyނł͂A
//<R ALT="cF"></R>SÖɁA͐iƂĂ̂B<k>
  When this girl arrived at the Profane Scalpel's lair, she came bearing a proposal for a new experiment - one that Xie would have liked to brush off as nothing more than a joke.

  But she is fully prepared to set foot into territory that even Xie, the infamous mad scientist himself, hesitates to tread.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uANuɑςꂽ̂́A
//R̎̂B
//ȂɂԂsmȕv<k>

//uĂьN̂悤ȑ݂܂ۏ؂́A
//܂Ȃv<k>

//u܌݂̐EŁAN͋ɂ߂ăj[NȁABꖳ̋Mdȑ݂Ȃ񂾁BƂẮccdȎ݂͂Ȃv<k>
"It may be merely a coincidence that you survived the transfer this time. Far too much remains unexplained."

"There's no guarantee that another being such as you will ever be created."

"You are a truly unique specimen, the only one of your kind. I would prefer not to risk you on a reckless experiment."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uSzĉłHv<k>
"Are you worried for me?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u鮂̍ḗAɌN̒fЂɂĂ͎ǂsccʐl̍鮂܂œƂȂ΁A܂bςĂv<k>
"It's true that the reconstruction of your soul went off without a hitch, but combining your soul with another person's is a completely different story."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//ṹA܂[ɗ̈悪󂢂Ă܂BƈlԂ񂭂炢vł傤Hv<k>
"There's plenty of room in my memory. One more person should fit, shouldn't he?"


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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ueʂ̖ł͂ȂBNl̐_͕ʂZĂ܂񂾁v<k>

//uoǂȉeyڂcc
//ȂƂAɂʂ͗\łv<k>

//um̘f̑CɐgN悤Ȃ̂B댯v<k>
"It's not a problem of capacity. Your souls will literally fuse together."

"Even I can't begin to predict what effect it'll have on the two of you."

"It's like exposing yourself to the atmosphere of an unexplored planet. It's much too dangerous."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//ułAނ񋻖͂łˁHv<k>
"But of course you're still interested, aren't you?"

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"

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//uʂȂ܂܏ÎĂ͔̂m̕Ȃłv<k>

//uǂAɗȂpς݂̃bgł́Bx炢`Ă݂Ăł傤Hv<k>
"Doctor, I thought you didn't want your experiment to go waste."

"I'm just a guinea pig who's served her purpose. Why not put me to use in one more adventure?"

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//uŃcc|Ƃ͎vȂ̂ˁHv<k>
"......Aren't you afraid?"

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//ࣖȏΊ́A
//ꂾΗepɑ̖׋CȂ̂B<k>
  The girl's beaming smile, at least, is as innocent as her features.

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//u̐l͖񑩂Ă܂B
//ɂȂĎ؂킯ɂ͂܂v<k>
"He promised me that we would be together. How can I betray him now?"

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//uccv<k>
"......"

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//ّRƉق܂܁A
//<R ALT="cF"></R>͏̔]P[XグĎpɏ悹B<k>
  Without saying a word, Xie picks up the braincase and sets it on his operating table.

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//uccfĂA܂鮓]ʂ̒iKłʂ͕ۏ؂˂邼v<k>

//u_łAނ̏Ղ͂Ȃ̂̂B̏uɑς邩ǂ͊낤Ƃ낾v<k>

//uǂsƂĂA
//LɌc\͋ɂ߂čB
//liێĂ邩ǂccv<k>
"......Just so we're clear, I can't even guarantee that the soul transfer will be successful."

"The damage to his brain was already considerable by the time I got to him. It's doubtful whether he'll even make it through the procedure."

"And even if it goes well, there's an extremely high probability that his memory will be fragmented. I don't even know if his personality will be intact......"

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//u\܂BőPsĂv<k>

//u㐏̈wmA
//q݂̂M܂v<k>
"That's fine. Please do your best."

"I have faith in the Profane Scalpel, the greatest genius of the century."

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//爫тꂽƂ̂Ȃ̔΂ɁA<R ALT="cF"></R>͐[XƗB<k>
  Faced with the girl's utterly guileless smile, Xie can do nothing but sigh.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uׂďIŁA
//܂̔𕷂Ƃ񂾂ȁccv<k>
"I hope I'll still get to hear your sarcasm after this is all over......"

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//ڂ܂Aj͕ӂ񂵂B<k>
  The man opens his eyes and takes in his surroundings.

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//ǂ낤Ácc<k>

//ʂɍ炫铍̉ԁB
//nʂĂ͉ԉɂڂ₯AVn̕ڂRƂȂB<k>

//ۂނقǂɔccmʏꏊB
//̂ȏɖ񂾂̂cc₻A
//v΂ɗO͉ɂ̂AꂳȂB<k>
  What is this place......?

  The world is enveloped in a pink haze, nothing but peach blossoms as far as the eye can see. He cannot even make out the sky or the ground.

  Such breathtaking beauty...... but the sight is unfamiliar to him. How did he end up in such a place, he wonders, and then realizes that he does not even remember where he was before coming here.

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//j͂ȂɂЂƂĂȂB
//Ȃ̂ɕsvcƁAs͂ȂB
//ނYĂ̋̌iF̒ɗ߂Ă̂悤ȁA
//ȈgB<k>

//n΍炫ւԂAu₩ȕ̊GA
//グĔނ̂Ƃ}Ă邩̂悤B
//̂mMāccB
//ɂ́Aނ̂Ƃ̂Ȃǉ͂ȂB<k>
  The man remembers nothing.<K>
  And yet, he feels no distress. In fact, this place is somehow comforting, as though he has returned to a long-forgotten homeland.

  The peach blossoms, blooming in radiant majesty - the refreshing breeze, gentle against his skin - the whole world seems to be welcoming him into its open arms. Understanding wells up from the depths of his soul......<K> There is nothing to harm him here.

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//ӂƎ𐟂܂΁A
//
//ccJB<k>
  Training his ears, he hears a<se src="SE_01_02" mode="on" option="single"> chime from off in the distance.

//JccƁADA<R ALT="">U</R>悤ȗ̉B
  It is the sound of a bell, soft and inviting.
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//ǂ炩ƂȂ͂̉F́Aɒj̐S𗸂ɂB
//ɓ܂܂ɁAނ͓̖؂̊ԂiłB<k>
  Entranced by the beautiful sound, the man wanders through the peach trees in search of its source.

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//̉͂悢yɃY݁A
//₪ĉy<R ALT="">ŕ</R>qɁB<k>
  The ringing of the bell gradually picks up rhythm, soon taking on the beat of a quick and lively dance.

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//̏A͂ߔނ͓̐<R ALT="݂܂"></R>B<k>

//̐yXƖ|A܂ŕU铍̉ԕقƋYꍇ̂悤ɁALт₩<R ALT="΂"></R>U鑖B
//̉̔qɏāÂ悤ɒ̂悤ɁA
//͐₩ɕxB<k>
  When he first lays eyes upon her, he is certain that he has stumbled upon the play of a peach dryad.

  She brandishes her baton with carefree enthusiasm, the sleeves of her dress fluttering behind her as she dances together with the drifting blossoms. She dances in time to the beat of the bell, as light and joyful as a bird or butterfly.

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//gÁ̕cch<k>
(Ahh, this dance is......)

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//A͒̕mĂB<k>

//ˉcc
//D̔eʂɉBAS_Ⴋ̕B<k>
  Of course. He knows it well.

  Warrior Lanling, the story of a young king who hid his unearthly beauty beneath a terrible mask.

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//Bޏ̂Ƃ͒mĂB<k>

//ޏ̕xpA؂ɋɔ߂ĂB
//̒AĂccꂾԂ߂ɑςĂB
//܂ĂB
//̕p͖Y͂ȂB<k>

//藐<R ALT="܂񂶂傤"></R><R ALT="イĂ">J</R>ɓRƕ邤A
//j̋ʈgĂB<k>
  Ahh, now he recognizes the girl.

  The vision of her dancing was his most precious memory. Through raging storm and freezing night, it was always there to comfort him.<K>
  Of course he remembers. How could he ever forget?

  As he listens enraptured to the dragon flute play its accompaniment, the man feels an indescribable peace filling his heart.

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//ޏNł낤ƂccCꂷ悤ȕKv͂ȂB
//l͍̏ꏊŏôł͂ȂB
//l̂߂ɗpӂꂽ񑩂̒nAȂ̂B<k>

//炫ւ铍cc
//Jׂ̒cc
//lj邽߂ɁAɂB<k>
  He need not worry who she is. After all, this is not their first meeting.<K>
  This place is their promised land, a world prepared for them alone.

  The flourishing peach blossoms......<K>
  The dulcet melody of the flute......<K>
  It all exists to celebrate their reunion.

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//̎x߂āA͖ʂ̏ΊƂƂɔނUԂB
//܂ŐN̎oĉԍ炢@̔@A
//̖e͈΂̊тɋPācc<k>
  The girl stops dancing and turns to him with a smile. Her face is glowing with joy, radiant as the lotus that blooms only once in a thousand years.

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//u悤ႢB<R ALT="^I["></R>v<k>
"Welcome home, Taoluo."

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//ĂтĂAj͉̈aȂB
//̂炻Ă΂邱ƂA҂]ł̂ȂB<k>
  The man feels no discomfort at being called this. Perhaps he has been waiting since time immemorial for her to speak his name with such love.

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//u񑩒ʂAĂꂽˁv<k>

//uꂩ́AƈꏏB
//ĂȂȂv<k>
"You came, just as you promised."

"Now we'll be together forever. I'll never let go of you again."

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//u<R ALT="C["></R>ccv<k>
"Ruili......"

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//߂Čɂ悤ȁAłĉ̂B
//Aޏ̖<R ALT="C["></R>BȂƗ킵O낤B<k>
  It is the first time he has spoken her name, and yet its sound is so familiar to him.<K>
  Ahh, so her name is Ruili. What a beautiful name.

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//i͌łADǍ݂ۓ̗n܂܂ɁB
//lꂽ܂܂ɐE͊AB<k>

//̏ꏊɊ҂܂ŁÂ𗷂Ă悤ȁcc
//ȂAȋCB<k>

//炻́AvołhȂ悤ȁcc
//ς̂ȂB<k>

//ǁAB
//ĉYꋎ܂܁cc
//Aō\ȂB<k>

//ȏ㋁߂̂͂ȂB
//̊т́AƎ̏I܂ő̂낤B<k>
  Their embrace is strong and gentle, the beating of their hearts melding into one. The world is a closed circle, beginning and ending in the comfort of each other's arms.

  For some reason, he feels that he has traveled a long, long path to at last return to this place.

  Perhaps he experienced much hardship, memories that would be horrifying to recall.

  But no matter. He has forgotten it all...... and that is perfectly fine.

  He has everything that he could possibly want.<K>
  For this joy will surely last until the end of time.

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