I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 32: Shining like gold 1
Ikeda Naoto is pinned to the table and a knife pierces in.
He struggled a few times symbolically at first, but his body, ruined by his irregular life and alcohol, was simply powerless to resist the three able-bodied gangsters.
After struggling a few times, he gave up.
If life deceives you, lie down and suffer.
At the moment of giving up, Naoto Ikeda felt relieved.
To be honest, he didn't understand why Shigeru Ikeda had to stand up again and again just now, even if he stood up, nothing would change.
It's clear that the outcome is already doomed.
What a stupid stupid son.
If I had known earlier, as a father, I should have taught him a truth: it would be easier to choose to give up, and if you want to live an easy life, you must give up frequently.
You see, as long as you give up, even death is no longer scary.
It's a good thing to give up.
Naoto Ikeda, who gave up, begins to hallucinate.
He saw a statue of Earth Store Bodhisattva, holding a meditation staff and wearing a red scarf around his neck.
—Is he here to extradite me to bliss? How is it possible that someone like me...
The light behind Jizo is getting stronger and stronger, gradually engulfing Jizo's figure, only the red scarf and the shaking of the Zen staff are still clear.
The red turban also disappeared in the light, only the regular sound of the Zen staff, and then the light and shadow turned into scenes that quickly retraced.
This is probably the legendary revolving lantern.
All the images seem to repeat a closed loop that never ends: self-indulgence - venting - introspection and regret - then self-indulgence again.
Ikeda Naoto looked at the repeated pictures, and intuitively and deeply felt how hopeless his life was.
Yeah, that's who he is. He was, he is, and if there is a future, he will be.
The rotation of the picture is getting faster and faster. Probably the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who caused this phenomenon can't stand the meaningless repetition of life.
Like mud, a life without any value.
Suddenly, the transition slowed down to the speed of a standard 24-frame video.
Ikeda Naoto saw his younger self and was reprimanded by the workshop director: "What did you do! Waste! How many times did you make mistakes today? You have slowed down the progress of the entire workshop! You will harm everyone less. Bonus!"
Ikeda Naoto suddenly remembered this scene, this is...
The young Naoto Ikeda in the picture said: "My son made too much trouble last night and didn't sleep well..."
"Shut up!" the workshop director yelled, "You are not the first in this workshop to marry a wife and have children! Others are not like you! So, the post-war generation is not good. I was the best Despite the bombing of the US aircraft, the factory's production targets were still achieved!
"Your son, is it scarier than B29?"
Ikeda Naoto watched this scene silently, and he remembered that his life did not seem to be a worthless reincarnation all the time.
In a time so far away that he has forgotten, he too was young.
It was the child, it was the calamity that changed everything.
The revolving lantern continued, Naoto Ikeda watched as he was scolded in class every day, and after get off work he had to go all out to go to the supermarket to buy discounted half-price bento-in order to save money on milk powder for his son, the couple had half-price bento for dinner .
He saw his son crying like an air raid siren in the middle of the night, and he had to get up with his tired body to help his wife change diapers together.
He saw that in order to subsidize the family, even his wife had to take over the job of pasting packaging boxes at home. The originally small and warm home began to be filled with materials and tools for his wife's work.
He sees the smiles of himself and his wife being replaced by a little bit of sadness.
——Ah, sure enough, it would be better not to promote Amo.
My life, as expected, has been a mess since Ah Mao was born.
If there is no Ah Mao, then I should live happily now.
The revolving lights changed again, and he saw a sunny day with his young self riding a bicycle with his wife in a sun hat on the back seat.
She is more beautiful than a rose.
Life hasn't destroyed her skin, her beautiful hands are calloused, her beautiful nails haven't been devastated by carton paste.
She hugged Naoto Ikeda's waist and smiled happily.
Although they are so poor that they can't even go to the cinema, even if it is just like this, they can feel the joy of life by riding a bicycle in the fields.
Yeah, that's what life should be like, and that's what life should be like.
Ikeda Naoto watched the glittering days spent with his wife and wanted to cry, but found that he no longer had the ability to cry.
A dying person cannot speak or cry.
He can only wait quietly for the end of his life.
It doesn't matter, soon the **** who ruined his life will also be sent by the three gangsters.
He also did a lot of bad things and couldn't get to the Pure Land of Bliss.
When the time comes, father and son will go to **** together.
Ikeda Naoto was thinking, when the revolving light was fixed on a new picture.
It was the delivery room of the hospital. The still-beautiful wife was half-sitting on the bed. Although she was extremely weak, she still smiled and looked at the child in her arms.
He saw his younger self, squatting beside his wife's bed, holding the baby's little hand with great joy.
"He looked at me! He grabbed my hand!" Naoto Ikeda shouted happily, "My son's hand is really strong! He will grow up healthily in the future. I decided, his name is Shigeru, He wants to grow as lush as a tree, and as vigorous as a dense weed."
The wife smiled and gently stroked Naoto Ikeda's hair.
Naoto Ikeda was confused, he couldn't tell what was memory and what was reality.
Is this... me?
Should I not...
The revolving lantern is over, and in the light of the images that are constantly being sent, the figure of the wife appears.
That is not the young and beautiful wife in my memory, but the yellow-faced woman whose nails can no longer be painted beautifully.
She looked at Naoto Ikeda and opened her mouth slightly.
She didn't make a sound, but Naoto Ikeda heard it.
"The last is the last, do you still choose to continue to escape?"
At the end of the day, do you still choose to surrender?
At the end of the day, you still don't want to admit, are you a father?
Naoto Ikeda suddenly remembered Shigeru Ikeda standing up again and again.
Life is like a lush weed.
Ikeda Naoto suddenly remembered the feeling that flowed in his heart at that moment when he saw Amao coming.
It's the last one anyway.
Let's just let this muddy, worthless life do its last bit of work.
Naoto Ikeda bit his tongue, and the salty smell of blood filled his mouth at once, and the pain briefly excited his sinking brain.
All hallucinations fade in an instant.
The dazzling lights from reality made Shigeru Ikeda completely unable to see who was in front of him.
He roared, and with the last of his strength, he pulled up the scissors that were stuck on his body to secure the upturned leather, and stabbed the nearest figure.
He heard screams, but couldn't tell who was screaming.
He grabs the arm of the other figure and bites it.
He couldn't tell if the blood in his mouth was coming from a wound on his tongue or an enemy.
At this time, his vision recovered a little, and miraculously saw Ah Mao who was still lying on the ground.
Without a word, he pulled out something unknown from the wound on his stomach and threw it at him, trying to wake up his son.
"Amao! Get up!" he yelled, "Flee!"
While shouting, he turned and pounced on the third gangster who should have existed in his memory - only holding all three of them ~IndoMTL.com~ would give Ah Mao a chance to escape.
He didn't know, at this moment he looked like some kind of supernatural creature, like a zombie from a Romero movie.
Even a well-trained enemy can't help but panic when they see this shocking scene.
So, the enemy took out a gun, and in a hurry, he took a high-power pistol without a silencer.
The first shot also missed, hitting Naoto Ikeda in the upper abdomen.
Ikeda Naoto was completely unaffected and continued to charge at the last unhurt enemy.
"Amao! Run!"
The gunman fired three consecutive pistols, and the last shot finally hit Naoto Ikeda in the head.
When the bullet pierced through the back of the head, it took away a large piece of the skull and ejected the brain fluid.
Ikeda Naoto stopped moving and slowly fell to the ground, but his mouth was still squirming, trying to make a final sound.
His neck is still turning, turning his face to his son—
The shooter curses and refills the gun until the magazine is empty.
"Fuck! What the hell?" He looked at Naoto Ikeda, who finally stopped moving, and gasped, "What the **** is this? It's too evil!"
No one answered.
Because no one knows.
At this moment, Shigeru Ikeda, the only one who knew what it was, stood up swayingly.
Shan Mingmin, Zheng Taixian, and Fang Zhixi all looked at Shigeru Ikeda, keeping their guard up, for fear that he would suddenly become that thing.
Shan Mingmin slowly reached out to the rifle on the table next to him.
Ikeda Shigeru looked at the fallen man, then turned and rushed to the nearest window, breaking through the window.
His movements are so agile that it doesn't look like he's seriously injured.