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"Fang Nian... you, you... hurry back and have a look!"

The man who was busy with dust and dust returned to Edo happily after the Kishu Domain asked his parents to marry him.

"Those ronin, in the name of 'falling the curtain' and 'respecting the king and repelling the barbarians', took the opportunity to make trouble and broke into the art academy..."

Waiting for him was a girl who fell in a pool of blood, her limbs shattered, and her vitality was lost.

"Although the Institute has already beheaded those guys on the spot, but they didn't have time to save her from the knife..."

"Orange..."

The man held the girl's face blankly, but found that the other's face was so unfamiliar.

Over the years, I have been addicted to the art of painting and do not care about world affairs.

What I remember more is that petite and immature figure who waited by the side to ask questions and often walk around in the corner of his eyes.

I don't know when, the young girl in my memory has such a charming style.

"...Really, really beautiful."

The man did not cry.

His first reaction was to take out the tools from the back box and draw with a pen.

"Crazy, crazy... Fang Nian is crazy!"

When I was seventeen, I kissed her face and thought I could be with her forever.

Obviously made an appointment, when I learn to become a teacher and become a self-reliant...

Marry her and walk in the door, and watch the annual fireworks festival together until she has gray hair and full children and grandchildren.

I once thought that she was as precious as painting.

But at this moment, he realized...

Painting is nothing!

The reason why I have devoted myself to the art of painting over the years is precisely to teach her how to write and draw ink, as promised when I was a child.

Easy to fade flowers make people easy to grow old, the continuous bitter rain I throw away.

The only thing left for him to do is to paint.

In the midsummer month, he stayed in front of her tomb day and night, and painted for nine days.

Swelling phase, bad phase, blood coating phase, pus rotten phase, green phase, eating phase, scattered phase, bone phase, burning phase...

Just looking at her like this, from her beautiful skin, she turned into maggots and flies, and a handful of dust.

Humans are really fragile and fragile creatures, they die easily, then collapse and disappear.

But in the process of this life disappearing, the beauty that makes his soul tremble is blooming all the time.

No one's existence will be forever remembered by the world.

Being forgotten is the same as not living.

Only No Miserable Painting can record the beauty of the moment when the soul blooms and destroys.

Let the beauty that has been embraced never be broken again.

Let the existence like smoke be sublimated into immortality.

From that moment on, the successor of Utagawa Samurai-e has died.

The only one left in this world is Tokugawa Yoshinian, who is obsessed with no miserable paintings and walking dead.

Even before Utagawa-sensei and his parents died, he locked himself in the studio without taking a look.

...

"Ugh..."

When Tokugawa Fangnian came back to his senses, he was already surrounded by mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and ghosts and ghosts.

Countless monstrous beings devoured his body frantically, it was a bone-eroding pain.

The scorching dark red flames burned his soul mercilessly, and it was heart-scorching pain.

"Remember, Fang Nian."

A pair of warm Rou Yi gently held his face, making those pains meaningless...

"Orange."

The pretty face that was buried in the softest part of the heart and never dared to glance at it, finally surfaced and appeared more and more clearly in his eyes.

"Think about it...why...you deliberately forget me..."

Together with him, he was devoured by thousands of ghosts, but there was only love and pity in the eyes of the girl.

"Why...you never thought about, tried...with your paintings...resurrect me..."

"Why……"

A look of confusion appeared in Tokugawa Fangnian's eyes.

With the Buddha nature and the power of ghosts and spirits in the "Stone Bowl in Front of the Buddha", he could have easily copied Tachibana's soul and brought her back to life here.

However, after so many years, why, he was still willing to stay alone in this Kii family's tomb, painting day after day.

"Because, it's fake, it's all fake!!!!"

"No matter how realistic the painting is, it is fake, and it is impossible to revive the dead!"

"Don't forget you... I'm afraid of myself, I can't help but try!!!"

The dark red flame gradually spread throughout the body, Tokugawa Yoshinian's cracked body managed to close, and slowly walked towards the painting in front of him.

"Hahahaha, it's ridiculous... From the beginning, I knew... but I have to deceive myself all the time..."

"Obviously there is nothing that I want to protect..."

"Even if I die, I can't go to your side."

"Without you, I'm just an idiot who can't do anything but draw and has no power!"

Taking out a pair of worn paintbrushes and ordinary white paper from under the table, Tokugawa Fangnian rested on the desk with one hand, while the other hand was in pain, and firmly dropped the pen.

It seems that something is gnawing at him silently, causing him to suffer incomparable pain.

Even every subtle movement is accompanied by a trembling from the soul.

"Already, alright... Fang Nian."

The pretty girl in kimono hugged him softly from behind, accompanied by the swirling pink cherry blossoms.

"Orange..."

With the dazzling hand of Danqing and the waving of hair like rain, the six terrifying big eyes on Tokugawa Fangnian's face and the huge gaping mouth between his throat have disappeared.

There was only a thin young man in his twenties, with tears in his eyes and a haggard face.

Although more than 60 years of time have been wasted, from the moment she left, his time, like the painting tools and white paper in front of him, has been frozen forever.

"Sorry!!!!"

"You've always been with me..."

"When you're alone...when you're in pain...when you need help...when you're gone..."

"...I can't be by your side at all!"

The words that had been buried in my heart for hundreds of years were finally blurted out at this moment.

"It doesn't matter... no matter what you become, you are my husband..."

The girl in the kimono hugged him tightly from the back, and let him wave the pen in front of him.

"Although I can't accompany you to watch the fireworks of every Obon festival, I can't take you to the other side with you..."

"But I'll be with you... just like, always..."

In this situation, the two seemed to have returned to the dilapidated studio, and she quietly accompanied him to paint.

"Unexpectedly, my last painting "No Miserable Painting"..."

Tokugawa Yoshinian's body, in the dark red silent flame, scattered into little ashes, and fell towards the surrounding of the platform.

"...The one who drew it was actually me."

In an instant, the pen fell silently, and Tokugawa Fangnian completely disappeared into the flames.

"It is difficult for a doctor to heal oneself, and it is difficult for a doctor to heal oneself..."

Black fine ash rises with resentment~lightnovelpub.net~ accompanied by a sigh, echoing in front of the empty painting table.

"...Your Excellency has crossed all beings by yourself, have you ever thought that who can cross you?"

On the still-ink-colored drawing paper, a young man in a kimono with a half-moon head was lying among the blood-like flowers on the other side.

Dark red flames lingered on his body, surrounded by countless evil spirits who were biting with their mouths open.

But he, who is in the center of the picture, has a peaceful look on his face.

Because, his hand was tightly holding a petite girl beside him.

In a corner of the screen, a line of graceful small characters is written.

"Hate me, love me, and my beloved are all by my side, and there is no regret... Tokugawa Yoshinian's masterpiece"

This is the first and last time in Tokugawa Yoshinian's "No Miserable Painting" that smiling victims appear.