[FGO+Daoran] Excuse me, did you get bullied and cried again today?

[The black mud contaminated by the Holy Grail sent an alert. instockee. A dark derivative article inspired by the big letter and cut fanart]

"Press and cut~" The straight black girl with a full body was casually playing with a black knife, and her dark red pupils glanced playfully at the gray-haired Fusangshen who was kneeling under her head. "Hey, choose one of Shimahan, Toyozen and Ogasawara."

Her tone was relaxed and familiar, as if she was asking her subordinates if they wanted buns, dumplings or wontons for lunch today.

"..." Fu Sangshen was dressed neatly in his battle uniform, and his waistband was meticulously tied in the middle of the armor.

His lips parted slightly, but in the end no sound came out.

"I'm too lazy to choose..." The girl lazily changed her posture, exposing her naked body in front of everyone carelessly, not caring at all that Fu Sangshen's gender was male. "Then just roll the dice." She yawned, "or draw lots."

"..." The gray-haired Fu Sangshen still knelt mechanically, and after a long while, he said shyly, "If this is yours..."

"That's right!" The black, long, straight girl interrupted the gray-haired Fu Sangshen's unfinished words, stood up abruptly from the tatami, and jumped in front of Fu Sangshen.

"Why don't we play a game to decide?" She seemed to have thought of something interesting, "You name your favorite master, and I'll figure out which one he is." The black long straight girl said happily : "Odd numbers go to the Shima clan, even numbers go to Byozen... As for Ogasawara... in multiples of three, I send you to Ogasawara's house. How about it? It's fun, isn't it?"

"you."

The gray-haired Fu Sangshen did not lose his composure because he was too close to the girl's fair body.

He still knelt down in front of the girl respectfully and rigidly.

But that sentence was uncharacteristically.

Without thinking, decisively, blurted out.

But the girl felt as if someone had poured cold water on her face, and the joy on her face disappeared without a trace after hearing Fu Sangshen's words.

"Oh, what a disappointment." She turned around and folded back to the tatami.

"I've changed my mind. Take the time-space converter and go to Kuroda." The black long straight girl said coldly.Her words are full of viscous malice, so thick that you can almost see the essence. "After all, he is your old acquaintance, and you can serve him more easily. Isn't that right, Yaqie?"

"..." The grey-haired Fu Sangshen looked up at the girl with the upper head.His ivy-purple pupils were like a pair of chaotic and inorganic glass beads, with nothing inside.

After a long time, he bent down and kowtowed.

"Worship the lord."

As her 'Hasebe', he has no option to disagree.

The knife "Pressing Hasebe" was bestowed by Oda Nobunaga to the Kuroda family, who is not even counted as a direct minister of the Oda family.

This is what happened in history.

But this time the historical loop is different from the historical trajectory of other world lines under the intervention of the black long straight girl.

The gift of 'Hasebe' was not out of fear or to appease Kuroda.

But as the beginning of a 'game'.

"No, this is the Fusangshen's knife." The black long straight girl raised her chin in the direction of Fusangshen's knife.

As expected, I saw the expressions of everyone as if they had seen a miracle.

Kuroda Rushui took the treasured sword carefully, expressing with great care that he would regard it as a family heirloom of the Kuroda family, enshrine it from generation to generation, and pass it on to future generations.

However, he who concentrated on looking at 'Hasebe' ignored the cruel expression of the demon king who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Fu Sang, the swordsman, numbly watched the scene of laughing at Yanyan.

What appeared in front of his eyes was the gray of ruined walls and the scarlet of floating corpses.

O all-knowing and all-powerful God.

I'm guilty.

This kind of reincarnation has happened too many times, and Da Dao Fu Sangshen's gradually numb thinking can no longer think about what is right and wrong.

He could only mechanically repent in his heart over and over again.

I have sinned deeply.

Please……

But what should he pray for?

What else can I pray to God for?

Please don't punish my lord?

still is……

I'm guilty.

We deserve hell.

But now, no matter how many options for redemption are given to me, I will still choose to stand by her side.

Knowingly committing a crime.

Help the evildoer.

Fu Sangshen thought of his former 'master' again - the judge who used to blush even when he spoke loudly.

On the day that the black long straight girl led the time retrograde army to break through the main pill, the god judge was engulfed by the flames of war, cursing the black long straight girl with his eyes open: "I curse you! I curse you to die! How can you... ...why don't you go to hell!!"

The black long straight girl from the victor camp just waved her hand lightly.

The gray-haired Dao Fu Sangshen in the camp of the defeated, cut off the head of his 'master' with his own hands under the disbelieving eyes of the god judge.

This is the game that Demon King is passionate about.

Girls seem to like this 'game' very much.

She happily gave this Dao to one person after another.

But after getting bored, she led her time-traveling army and bloodbathed those people's territories.

That's why every 'master' of Hasebe, at the shortest one week and at the longest one month, will be personally killed by Fusangshen, the sword known as 'loyalty'.

This is the nightmare reincarnation that Hasebe cannot break free from.

It's like boiling an eagle...

Since being forged by the black long straight girl, Hasebe has experienced countless times of such 'games'.

From struggling and suffering, to despair and collapse, to begging desperately, and finally, to now, it is as usual.

I remember that when I was given away for the first time in history, Yaki Hasebe resented my loyalty for the wrong payment, so I hated 'that person'.

Never forget, for hundreds of years.

So when they reunited hundreds of years later, the first time Hasebe showed up, he turned around and slashed at 'that person'.

Not trying to hurt her.

But just want to use this attitude so that she can't ignore her own existence.

Whether it is by force or threat, it will leave an indelible impression on her.

This time, she could no longer easily abandon herself.

The sharp blade that cut iron like mud barely stopped in front of the black long straight girl's eyelashes.

The girl didn't avoid it, she watched Fu Sangshen's actions with dark red eyes expressionlessly, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Fu Sangshen's expression changed several times.Hate sorrow, miss ecstasy.

Heart-piercing and twisted.

Finally, the indomitable sharp blade slipped from his hand and fell to the ground like scrap iron.

The gray-haired and purple-eyed Dao Jian Fu Sangshen chose to kneel down in front of the girl again, swallowing the love and hatred of hundreds of years alone, and handing himself over to her again.

From heart to body, without reservation.

"Is it pressing?" The girl in the black military uniform finally no longer had the indifference of a bystander.She showed a somewhat weird smile, as if she was laughing, but also as if she was laughing at herself.She bent down, stroked Hasebe's cheek with her fingers, and finally lifted his chin.

"What a good boy. Then, bring me more fun. I'm looking forward to it."

The girl's fingers were very cold, even through the white gloves, that fusang expression couldn't help shivering.

Token Fusangshin, who was immersed in his own strong emotions, did not notice any sense of disobedience.He simply felt genuine joy at the reunion, imagining that he could serve her again in person.

Maybe it's because of the temptation of the girl with long black hair and straight hair, maybe it's because of the gray hair Fusangshen's own desire.The relationship between them soon surpassed the master-slave relationship.

But if you say they are lovers, it doesn't look like that at all.

That's more like a sick strangulation vine.

Use the emotion of the other person as the anchor point of your own existence in this world.

But phantoms are just phantoms after all.

The illusion will always be torn one day.

After an expedition that accidentally returned early, Hasebe saw the time-traveling army kneeling behind the black long straight girl, waiting for her order.

It's like opening Pandora's box.

The girl who smiled and ordered her to return safely before the expedition in the morning has turned into an extremely cold demon king at this moment.

The sweet voice was like a highly poisonous poison, uttering the cruelest words.

"Hey, Yaqie." She greeted him with her usual face, her tone was as natural as a daily joke. "Give you a 'new master', do you want?" She asked him with a playful smile.

Later, the blade of 'pressing and cutting Hasebe' became a reward she gave to 'subjects'.

As her symbol, another Honmaru was given.

Before that, he protested to her, refused, and even uttered threatening words like "If you do this, I will never forgive you", but they could not change the decision of the demon king.

He was still happily taken away by the 'new owner'.

And Hasebe couldn't refuse.

After all, he is just a sword and has no right to choose his own master.

He was disheartened, tired and bitter.

Again.

No matter how intimate he was, even after breaking through the boundary between master and slave, to her, he is still just a tool that can be discarded casually, isn't he?

This demon king, she has no heart.

Fortunately, the new owner is very generous and magnanimous.

He didn't ask Hasebe to go out immediately, but he understood that Hasebe couldn't immediately change the mood of his allegiance target, so he ordered Candlestick Kiri in the Honmaru, asking him to bring the newcomer "Hasebe" into the Honmaru.

The colleagues of the new Honmaru are very warm and friendly.

This is not the same as Honmaru of the black long straight girl.

The Honmaru of the black, long and straight girl was silent and empty, and it seemed that only Token Fuku, who was pressing Hasebe, was in a state of despair.

And now, this knife was also given to other people by her.

As a last resort, leave her.

Hasebe gradually adapted to the new Honmaru life.

Although a certain part of the heart still hurts from time to time, if you pretend not to feel it and bury all the memories, one day, you can forget it.

He gradually opened his heart to the other Token Fusangshin of this Honmaru, gradually made new friends, and gradually obeyed the orders of the new master, as a member of this Honmaru, he fought for the Honmaru.

Just when everything was getting better and better, the time retrograde army invaded this Honmaru.

The black long straight girl in black military uniform led the inspector to break through the last barrier of the Honmaru, and walked in front of him who was protecting the god judge amidst the blood and the light of the sword.

"Yo, long time no see, Yaqie." The girl stretched out her hand to him, showing a naughty smile, heartless.However, this kind of warm scene appeared extremely strange against the background of the fighting in Honmaru, which made Hasebe feel frightened from the bottom of his heart. "Are you having fun? I'm going to take you home."

"What have you done?!" Hasebe is naturally not a fool. He saw the black long straight girl surrounded by the time-traveling army in the center, and instantly understood what happened to Honmaru's fall. "Why!!!"

The girl in the black military uniform just tilted her head in doubt, "Could it be that she has forgotten the rules after being away from home for a long time? Or..." The dark red pupils like rust stared at him, and there was an incomprehensible meaning in them.

The black long straight girl showed another smile, standardized, indifferent and vague: "The bad boy who forgets who his 'lord' is will be punished. Then, pressing, I order you to personally take your 'lord' offer me his head."

The gray-haired Fu Sangshen just wanted to sarcastically retort.Who did she think she was to him?How can you have the face to command him again?

However, he found that his body turned around uncontrollably, facing the 'lord' who was supposed to protect, and pulled out the body knife on his waist.

"Stop! You bastard!!! Let me go!!" But no matter how hoarsely he yelled, Hasebe couldn't stop his arm from rising automatically, and then swung his knife neatly at the incumbent who was supposed to be protecting him. Master, cut it down.

The blood stained Da Dao Fu Sangshen's sight red, and he trembled uncontrollably as he looked at his hands stained by the scarlet blood.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

When Hasebe regained consciousness again, he found that he had returned to the Honmaru of the black long straight girl.

He opened his eyes in a trance, thinking that this was all a nightmare he had dreamed.

But when he saw the straight black girl sitting on the tatami next to him, admiring a brand new skull wine glass, he knew that those nightmares were actually reality.

His former master, now turned into a cup, was held in the fingertips of that devilish man.

"...Why?" Hasebe suddenly burst into anger after muttering to himself.

He pressed the unarmed girl down on the tatami, wishing to devour her flesh and soul.

The sharp knife in his hand pressed against her neck mercilessly.At the intersection of the blade and the skin, traces of blood smudged out.

The black, long straight girl raised her eyes as if she didn't feel any threat to her life, and looked coldly at Token Fusangshin with a ferocious expression.

"Are you...are you going to kill the master?"

Hasebe shivered as if being shocked by an electric shock, his facial muscles were tense, but his purple pupils were so sad that he was about to cry.

"How could you...how did you become like this?"

The black long straight girl stared sharply at the sword fusangshin that restrained her.

She suddenly raised her head as if desperate, put her hands on Fu Sangshen's shoulders, and kissed Fu Sangshen's lips against the blade of the 'pressing and cutting Hasebe'.

The gray-haired Dao Jian Fu Sangshen paled in shock, and hastily withdrew the Dao in his hand.

But the sharp blade still cut a deep wound on the girl's delicate neck.

The black, long straight girl seemed unable to feel the pain of being hurt by the sharp blade. She took advantage of the moment when Fu was stunned, and instantly reversed the situation between the hunter and the prey.

The positions of the two were forcibly switched by that unreasonable girl.

Intense kisses don't look like heartfelt consolation between lovers.

With a little bloody smell, it looks like a bite to vent anger.

The gray-haired Fu Sangshen finally covered his eyes helplessly, letting the overbearing girl do whatever she wanted.

What he hated was not her, but himself who knew it was wrong, but had been pampering her and couldn't really hurt her.

Again.

No matter what 'that person' did, I would easily give in to her and forgive the pain she caused.

"Please don't do this again." Fu Sangshen said, "I am loyal to you, Lord. You don't need to tempt me like this."

However, after Hasebe fell asleep, the black, long, straight girl chuckled alone, as if laughing at herself, and as if snorting.

She whispered in his ear: "But Ya Qie, besides you, I also want the government of this time."

So, not long after, the knife 'Pressing and Cutting Hasebe' was given to another god judge by the black long straight girl.

Then, when Hasebe was gradually letting go of his guard against the 'new master', the black long straight girl led her army, crushed the Honmaru, and ordered the sword known as the 'master' to pay the mourning god , offering her the head of his master with his own hands.

again and again.

This demon king, she has no heart.

That's why he did such a naive and cruel thing.

It's like a child exchanging the right to use his own doll for chocolates in the hands of other children, and then collecting the unpaid interest when he gets his doll back.

Hasebe was like a flying insect trapped in a spider web, unable to struggle.

The more I struggle, the more I suffocate, and I can't get rid of it.

"Please let him go. I never regarded him as my master. I only appeared this Honmaru because of your order." He once pleaded bitterly.

"Let me go, Lord, I beg you. I just want to serve by your side, and I don't want to call other people my master." He also swore in despair.

"I hate you." He said to her even more firmly.

But none of these can stop the 'game' of the devil.

hate it?

hatred!

So why not leave?

Why don't you jump the knife and solve the problem, once and for all?

because……

Can't let go.

He loves her.

When the gray-haired Toujian Fusangshen was about to collapse in despair, he asked that person why he didn't transform himself into a part of her retrograde army.

Like the rest of his colleagues, becoming like the thousands of other swords that surrounded her.

At that time, the black, long and straight girl had just captured the building of the Government of Time, and was busy ordering the retrograde army and the security guards to count the spoils of that war.

"Because you are cutting." She replied naturally and casually: "I have only carried this knife with you for thousands of years on the Throne of Heroes. How could I let you be infected by darkness? That ugly look."

She cares about him.

This is enough.

This answer is worth everything Hasebe has been pursuing.

Dear Lord, please forgive me.

Iconfessmysin.

Herwordism only redemption,

Andmyloveislikeahell.

Since then, Hasebe no longer struggled to resist, but became more obedient.

Carry out every order of hers meticulously, and fulfill every wish of hers meticulously.

"What a good boy, Yaqie."

Would love to hear more of her compliments.

So he watched with cold eyes one after another of his 'masters' howling and cursing under his blade, and finally lost his life.

I want to be with her for a longer period of time.

So he deliberately won the trust of every 'master', pretending to be loyal, and only hoped that she would take him 'home' as soon as possible.

Is something broken?

But those are trivial things, right?

Hasebe held the head of Kuroda-sama who had made him so grateful, and respectfully handed it to the black long straight girl who only wore a red cloak embroidered with the Oda family crest.

"Are there any emotions, Yaqie?" The girl didn't take the head, but asked the gray-haired Fu Sangshen in front of her with a smile. "After all, we are meeting old friends, but I have left enough time for you to say goodbye."

Hasebe sighed slightly, he casually threw away the dead body of the 'former lord', bent down and picked up the black, long, straight girl who seemed incompatible with the bloody scene.

"You came too slowly this time. I thought you were going to abandon me again."

Fu Sangshen stared at the girl's face that had never been stained by blood, then lowered his head, leaving a tender and tender kiss on her lips.

"I miss you very much," he added, holding the almost-natured girl in his arms closer to him.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee... really~good~y~pressing~" Sitting on Hasebe's arm, the black, long straight girl who is the only one who respects me smiled contentedly.

She raised her head and approached Hasebe's ear with empty eyes, bit his earlobe, and swore her sovereignty without hesitation. "I won't abandon you. You are my sword, and you can only belong to me. Everyone else, let's kill them all."

"Okay. So, next time, who do you want to send me to?"

What had been unsettling words had become the heartfelt words of his love for her.

With the light of the time-space converter, the voices of the two people gradually disappeared from the Tensho period of the Sengoku period in Japan.

Only the dilapidated Himeji Castle remained.

Lives were overwhelmed and corpses were strewn across the field.

An inseparable bond.

Inescapable love and hate.

so be it.

When God pays for our sins.

At least I can still go to hell with you.

The devil has no heart.

Serious people lose.

So from the day when Dadao Fusangshen existed in the world under the name of "press cut Hasebe"——

He had already thrown away his helmet and armor, and suffered a complete defeat.

——FIN——