Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

He frowned slightly, not liking this way of communication a bit.

I don't know how many percent of the conflicts in the world come from untimely communication. Is there anything that cannot be said?

Riddler is boring.

There is a city in the west where there are real swords and guns fighting every day, isn't it because there are too many riddlers?

He put away his cell phone, and was going to ask Xiaoniaoyou face to face.

But at this time, Xiaoniaoyou sent another message.

[I heard that when teachers from other schools come to visit in the afternoon, they will come to our class, and my mother will be there at that time... Your relationship has been a little bit bad recently. If she sees that you have asked for leave again, will she be more impressed? Not good or something...]

"Is she worried that Teacher Qianzi will have a bad impression of me again and start to hate me?"

Guatechuan understood it at a glance, and felt a little happy.

Xiaoniaoyou began to care about his evaluation from Teacher Qianzi...

He raised his mobile phone, took a photo of the leave slip he just got, sent it to her, and continued: [The leave slip approved by Teacher Qianzi. ]

[what?How could she...]

Furutegawa is very

I changed my shoes with confidence, and left school with my schoolbag on my back. I went home and changed my clothes, then rushed to the station, got into the special train compartment, and ate lunch while waiting for the train to start.

More than ten minutes later, the tram bound for Kamakura started, and the speed was getting faster and faster with the sound of the whistle.

This is much faster and more convenient than when he went to Kamakura with Mr. Glasses last year.

That time it took them several hours to get to Kamakura by tram.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Furutegawa left the station, turned into a cloud of smoke in an instant in a deserted place, disappeared in place, and rushed towards the [Thousand Son Knife Shop] in the distance.

From a long distance, he saw the smoke floating in the air, and smelled a trace of burning.

I haven't been here for more than half a year, and the gate of [Qianzi Knife Shop] is still full of traffic, and there is an endless stream of customers who come to buy weapons.

After all, Qian Zishou is a famous swordsmith, and his age is getting older every year. Now the weapons he personally crafted are not only of practical value.

He landed in an unoccupied corner, stepped out, checked the information of taking the sword with the staff at the door, stepped in, separated from some guests who lined up next to him, and walked towards a courtyard along the unoccupied path .

This yard was also passed by when he and Mr. Glasses came here. Anyone who needs to order weapons will come here.

However, the difference from last time is that the other courtyard seems to be extremely lively today, and the voices of men and women laughing and exclaiming are heard from time to time, which is a bit incompatible with the quiet atmosphere here.

He stepped into the other courtyard, and saw seven or eight young men and women sitting in a row under the eaves on the left, watching a man chopping the air with a knife.

The person who chopped the air was none other than the new generation reserve here, Qianzi Hezhen.

It seems that I brought friends to play at home.

He glanced at it, didn't bother, and walked towards the house on the other side.

Someone over there also saw Furategawa, looked at him a few times, and whispered something in his companion's ear.

This couldn't escape Furutegawa's attention, but he didn't care too much, and went directly to the forging behind to find Qian Zishou.

Coincidentally, Qian Zishou happened to be standing in the yard stretching his shoulders, wearing a cotton coat, and it seemed that the stove was not turned on today.

"Excuse me, long time no see." He greeted out loud.

Qian Zishou turned around, laughed loudly and said, "Here we come!"

He was in a good mood, pointing to the stool next to him and said, "Please sit down!"

Gu Techuan walked over and sat on both sides with this energetic old man.

"Oh! In just one year, Furutegawa-kun's changes really shocked me." Qian Zishou shook his head and sighed.

He is a knife maker, and he greets people from the special department almost every day. His friends are almost all over the entire Kanto.

Besides, Tokyo has always been the focus of his attention.

"It's just luck." Gu Techuan replied with a smile.

"There's no need to be modest..." Qian Zishou shook his head again and again: "If it wasn't for the fact that I am familiar with you, I would have to call you Your Excellency now."

"No, this is the only one, please don't."

Furutegawa waved his hand in refusal.

Those who know it don’t matter, but those who don’t know hear him being called “Your Excellency”, “Your Excellency the True King” and “Lord True King”, they will only think that he is a late-stage secondary illness patient, and then they will use a kind of pity She looked at him with sympathetic eyes, as if she was talking about a handsome boy, but why did he have a problem with his brain...

Qian Zishou laughed, took a deep breath, and shouted towards the front of the house: "Hezhen! Serve tea!"

Gu Techuan didn't have time to stop him.

Soon, Qianzi Hezhen, who was sweating profusely, came hurriedly with a plate, acting as a waiter, first poured the hot tea, and said: "Please take it slowly."

Then he hugged the plate and stood behind Qian Zishou in an orderly manner.

This was like treating an elder, which made Guatechuan feel a little uncomfortable. He smiled and said, "Kazuma-san, long time no see."

Hearing the same address and voice as before, Qianzi and Zhenxin let go of some uneasiness in an instant, and smiled on their faces: "Long time no see."

Ever since the embarrassing incident of helping Ichijo find Furatekawa to beat Furatekawa, he didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to face Furatekawa and Ichijozu. Furategawa's sword skills, and the heartache of the broken screen of his new mobile phone, and after that, one after another, exaggerated and creepy news related to Furategawa came from his grandfather, which made him feel that Furategawa was gone in an instant. Impossible to get up, and dare not casually find him for dinner and chat like before.

Guategawa didn't know about his idea, otherwise he would have told him: "It's completely overthinking, Sao Nian."

Qian Zishou took a sip of tea, frowned slightly, he didn't regard Kotegawa as an outsider at all, and didn't even regard him as his grandson, just like chattering, he sighed and said: "My grandson, my academic ability is not up to the top. , You can’t forge swords well, and you can’t even make tea well, it really makes you laugh.”

Qian Zihe Zhen's face immediately flushed red.

Furategawa, who couldn't taste anything bad at all, was stunned for a moment, looked at Chiko Kazuma first, and said after deliberation: "You are too modest, Kazuma-san is gentle and elegant, sincere and enthusiastic, and many things are as outstanding as you. I have seen It is also one of the best among the people."

Qian Zishou waved his hands again and again, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes melted a lot: "This kid is still far behind!"

Qian Zihe Zhen also laughed cheerfully at the back, although they didn't say anything, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.

After drinking the tea, Qian Zishou stood up, his tone more solemn: "Let's go, go and see them!"

Furutegawa also straightened his mind and nodded seriously.

Qianzi and Zhen's eyes lit up.

He knew that his grandfather had been immersing himself in making the sword during this period of time, attaching great importance to it, even he could not stand by and watch, and as soon as the sword was made, it would be immediately locked into the deepest part of the armory, and no one could approach it.

He followed behind calmly, praying in his heart that his old man would not drive him away.

But it's a pity that the more he was afraid of something, Qian Zishou stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and put on a serious face.

"It's okay..." Furutegawa said with a smile: "Kazuma-san is not an outsider, there is nothing you can't see."

Qianzi and Zhenxin, who were about to tremble, instantly relaxed.

Qian Zishou, who was walking in front, turned his head and said to him: "This kid's mood is still a little impetuous..."

Qianzi Hezhen tried his best to keep his footsteps light, no matter what his old man said about him, as long as he could see those swords.

The three came to the armory.

Qian Zishou took out the key and began to unlock it one by one.

The armory is the most important thing in their family, and the password alone has five layers, so it must be safe.

Furutegawa had seen it once before, but that time it was not the armory in front of him, and the password to open the door was not so complicated.

After the lock was unlocked and the door opened automatically, Qian Zishou said "Please wait a moment" and walked in by himself.

Furutegawa and Chiko Kazuma watched him walk into the cold armory alone.

Qianzi Hezhen said in a low voice: "This is the most important place in my house. Not only weapons are stored, but also a lot of precious and rare forging materials, as well as deep sea ores..."

"Kazuma-san, are you not afraid that I will have evil intentions if you say so clearly?" Furatekawa said with a smile.

Qian Zihe Zhen's voice paused, and his face was a little strange: "My old man said that if you really have any evil intentions, even if you have a hundred locks here, it will be useless... His old man will not avoid you even if he opens the lock. What else am I worried about?"

Furutegawa was noncommittal.

Chapter 140 Taking the Sword ([-]) (Subscribe)

Outside the armory, the two people who were chatting suddenly stopped and looked into the gate.

Amid the diffuse white cold air, a large silver-white metal box was pushed out, with an astonishingly large lock hanging on it.

Qian Zishou behind pushed the car to the center of the yard, and found the last key.

Qian Zihe, who was next to him, ran quickly to the gate and locked the gate firmly to prevent the situation here from leaking out.

Before unlocking the lock, Qian Zishou said with a low smile: "This time is definitely a work of self-confidence!"

After locking the gate, Qian Zihe Zhen who ran back couldn't help but widen his eyes, impatient to see what kind of sword it was, so that the old man would voluntarily say such words.

Furutegawa is also looking forward to it.

This time, it cost a lot of money and materials.

With both hands, Qian Zishou opened the box little by little, with the sound of hydraulic deflation, the steel thickness of the box reached an astonishing level.

It is estimated that this box will not have any major problems even if it is exposed to an RPG.

Wisps of white cold mist diffused in the air, and the first long sword with a black metal scabbard revealed its true appearance. The head and grid of the sword were engraved with animal patterns, but the black scabbard was just like frosted. It is ordinary, without extra decoration, but the black is as deep as the earth, simple and solemn.

Qianzi and Zhen's eyes widened a lot.

Metal scabbard?Moreover, the texture of the scabbard does not seem to be artificially polished.

He wanted to go up and touch it, to see what kind of scabbard it was made of. Metal scabbards are too rare, and the sword is ethereal, so it should be light and portable. Grandpa, why...

Qian Zishou didn't notice his grandson's doubts, he stood beside Guatechuan, and said in a deep voice: "According to your request, not only the sword body is made of special materials, but also the material of the scabbard has been selected with great effort. , the degree of high temperature and cold resistance is extremely amazing, I can guarantee that this time, even if it is... anyway, it will definitely not be broken!"

He probably felt that it was unlucky to say that the sword was broken, so he changed his words directly.

Furategawa couldn't help nodding. He liked this sword very much. Like him, it was a tough guy, not fancy at all, but solid and reliable, and every energy was used where it should be used.

As for why he used metal scabbards this time... it was because some of the scabbards he had in hand were broken, either burned or cracked by freezing, so that the few swords he used now were useless. There is no more scabbard.

"The sharpness can definitely surprise people, do you want to try it?"

"Keep watching first, and try together later."

"Alright!" This time, Qian Zishou dragged out all the inner boxes in one breath, like a weapon rack, and the horizontal rows of long swords all revealed their true colors. The roads are different.