[Comprehensive] The god judge voluntarily was hidden by the gods

"But even if I'm not Nora," Daigo Kyoya tilted his head, "it's impossible for me to be the chief's congratulatory device."

"I know," Yamato Moriyasu repeated what Daigo Kyoya once said, "you lack such a thing as loyalty."

"However, Mr. Rival," he stretched out a finger, "I also know that even if you have no loyalty, you are willing to die for Okita-kun."

"You mean the goddess of the underworld?"

"Yes," Yamato Moran nodded, "That time, you took a big risk."

"It's not all for him," Daigo Kyoya blinked, "I'm also for myself. I have considered my own death probability, which is very low."

"Don't lie. Is the probability of death really something you can calculate?" Yamato Shou'an said directly, "Not necessarily. Even now, you simply don't have enough parameters to build a model."

"You're just taking a gamble."

Daigo Kyoya hesitated for a moment: "... I underestimated you, but I was [-]% sure that it was true..."

"Simply and rudely compare Tianjin God and Guojin God to Huangquan, as two to one? Do you think this is a vote, and can the minority obey the majority?"

"..."

This is what he used to deceive himself at the time, why bother to expose it!

"Okay, I don't care about your specific thoughts," Yamato Shou'an waved his hand, and stopped chasing and beating, "Speaking of which, in Okita-kun," he paused, "When he was seriously ill, Mr. Kondo still There are other people who also said behind his back, 'I can't wait to die for him'."

Okita Souji is a very good person, everyone who knows him feels sorry for his body, even himself - he would rather die on the battlefield.

Regardless of whether these people would really choose to die for death at a critical moment, at least, their regrets at that time were true.

"Then they all left one by one." Yamato Morinda opened and clenched his hands, as if trying to grasp something, "Time seems to be speeding up, autumn to winter, winter to spring, spring to summer."

"Everyone is in a hurry, and Okita-kun is always left alone in the end."

Only a dead thing like Yamato Shou'an was with him, and then this dead thing became Fusangshen, who gradually realized feelings and learned to express them.

Honmaru's dojo turned into a pitch-black abyss, with gurgling water and petals floating on the water.

"Even you don't want to be hidden by him, and stay with him all the time."

"You are willing to die for him, but you are not willing to stay for him."

He didn't understand it before, but he understands it now.

One can give one's life for another, but one does not necessarily give one's freedom for another.

"Let's go, let's go, let's all go," Yamato Shuan Ding closed his eyes, "I will stay the last one."

Those flowers and water that pass through the darkness.

Chaotic time blurs a lot of things.

Passes by, then disappears, with nothing to catch.

A gust of spiritual art wind blows, and the cherry blossoms blow snow in succession.

A familiar figure embraced Yamato Shou Anding from behind, wrapped one hand around his chest, and covered his eyes with the other.

It's Okita Souji.

"Good boy," Okita Souji whispered in his ear, "Thank you."

"Thank you too," Yamato Morita smiled, and some tears flowed out, which wet Okita Souji's palm, "Let me get the whole world through you."

For Yamato Morita, Okita Souji is his everything.

Other than that, what else is there to say?

There is no need to say anything.

Yamato's stability is known because of Okita Souji. He loves him, misses him, is attached to him, and hopes to be with him forever.

He had lost it before, so when he got it again, he was determined not to let it go.

Even if you are too dependent and have no self, what does it matter?

Anyway, this person has become a god like him, and he will never leave him again.

Gradually, Yamato Mamoru Anding's figure faded away, leaving only a handful of the body, which was held by Okita Souji in his hand.

Daigo Kyoya nodded, "Sir."

"Kyomi," Okita Souji said with a stream of water between him and him, "Your memory has recovered."

"Yes," Daigo Kyoya rubbed his face, "An Ding really likes you."

Okita Souji smiled: "He's fine," he paused, "He has the qualifications to be a final weapon."

"Wow," Okita Souji admitted Yamato's Anding in disguise, "An Ding will be very happy."

Yamato Shou'an got his wish, and let out a clear sword cry.

While feeling relieved, Daigo Kyoya asked again: "You want me to be your final weapon, do you really?"

"That's right, but seeing you like this, I knew it," Souji Okita sighed pretendingly, "Life during this period of time is not enough for us to establish a deeper connection."

"Through brainwashing?" Daigo Kyoya shrugged, "Have you read too many goofy novels in this world? Or that kind of amnesia... so vulgar."

"What, it's easy to use, isn't it?" Mr. Okita was not convinced, "Don't you feel the deepening relationship between us?"

"This, it doesn't seem to have much to do with amnesia, right?" Maybe, getting along with purpose without amnesia can deepen the relationship even more.

"It's related," Okita Souji blinked, "At least, let me see your essence more clearly."

"Oh, really?" Daigo Kyoya doubted, "What is my essence?"

"It's a big radish with a flower heart."

"Nonsense!" When he was brainwashed, he was only inseparable from Souji Okita, okay?

"Actually, you still have the possibility to become the final weapon," Okita Souji changed the subject, "as long as you are willing to stay here."

"Forget it," Daigo Kyoya resolutely refused, "There is no wifi in this era."

"..."

Another breath sounded in Daigo Kyomi's ear: "At times like this, just keep brainwashing."

The judge frowned and turned his head.He resisted the other party's approach with spiritual skills, then turned around and saw the other party's figure.

But... what the hell is this? !

Two Okita Souji? !

Daigo Kyoya looked at this and that, but couldn't tell the difference at all.so--

"the same person?"

"Yes," Okita Souji nodded, "he is a part of me."

"An illusion made of all negative parts."

"It's really impolite," enough to curl his lips in a false illusion, "I am your deepest desire."

"What's the use of suppressing desires all day long? The more you suppress desires, the more persistent you will become."

"You should have shot straight away, coward!"

Daigo Kyoya didn't care what he said, and thought for a while: "Did you strip it out with Shizuo's help?"

"That's right," the Vision said angrily, "that's really a meddling mirror."

Director Okita added: "It's thanks to you that you lured him out, otherwise Shi Wu couldn't have succeeded so smoothly."

"me……"

Daigo Kyoya was thoughtful.

"Life is the beginning of death, and death is the continuation of reality," the illusion approached Daigo Kyoya, leaning on his chest, "and then, rebirth is the end of the dream."

"do you like me?"

Daigo Kyoya put a hand on his shoulder, pushed it away, and nodded.

"Lie!" Mirage gritted his teeth, "You hypocrite!"

Daigo Kyoya turned to look at Okita Souji: "You will believe me?"

Okita Souji smiled: "Of course."

The phantom gave the opposite answer: "Never!"

Visions look wistful and sad, sympathetic.

"If you want trust, you have to give it your all!"

"If you want to leave, get out of here as soon as possible!"

He pursues, he desires, and he is desperate.

But the person he wanted to catch would not meet his expectations at all.

He was sad, he was angry, he was hysterical.

Daigo Kyoya knew that there was something wrong with Okita Souji, and he probably wanted to stabilize himself through the Shenyin interrogator.This is the easiest and most suitable method.

——But Souji Okita gave up on his own.

He looked at his other self, with a calm expression and a leisurely attitude, which formed a sharp contrast with the other side.

"I'm sorry to let you see such an ugly thing," the God of Man sighed, "It's time to end this."

After finishing the words, Souji Okita drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed at the phantom!

The knife's light is gorgeous, cutting through the illusion, as well as time and space.The world peeled off layer by layer, and the mirror images began to crumble.

There are cracks all over the phantom, but it barely maintains its integrity.Mirage fell silent and looked away from Daigo Kyoya before completely breaking down.

"Do you want to continue struggling like this?" Mirage looked at himself with sad eyes, "The pain will not end."

"Of course," Souji Okita stretched out his hand to the phantom, "but pain is also a part of me."

Phantom showed a relieved expression.

But at the moment when the two sides were about to come into contact, Souji Okita stopped his movements and changed the subject:

"—Do you think I would say that?"

……what?

The imaginary expression instantly went blank.

"You are not me," Okita Souji's expression became indifferent, "You are filth, scum, and the evil of this world brewed by everyone in this era."

"Your existence will only hinder me!"

As the voice fell, the phantom squirmed, and the lines of the figure began to become blurred, turning into a mass of black mud emitting filth and miasma.

... oh well.

"Kyoya, please," Okita Souji narrowed his eyes, "Open the Sakurazuka."

Daigo Kyoya understood.

The next moment, the afterimage of Huangquan Hirasaka connected Okita Souji's Divine Kingdom with Daigo Kyoya's Sakurazuka, and a large amount of black mud was poured into the sealing formation in front of Tamamo!

So it turned out that Daigo Kyoyako observed this phenomenon with interest, and the director took advantage of him and directly removed the lesion.

"You don't really want to hide from me," the judge applauded, "Well done!"

Daigo Kyoya reckons that he won't have to think about Tamamo-mae's food problem in the future, and the afterimage of Koizumi Hirasaka will continuously send over the evils of this world produced by Okita Souji in the Kingdom of God.The array will purify the excess garbage into clean energy suitable for psychics.

"Of course I want to hide from you," Souji Okita smiled at him, "You make me want to take away every part of you," he paused, "You make me want to touch everything about you." Every detail."

"But maybe I don't want to have you," he shook his head. "What I want to catch is myself who likes you like this."