[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

People are divided into three, six, and nine classes, and swords are no exception.

From the moment he was forged, Yamabuki Kunihiro was divided into categories, and he was sadly aware that he would spend the rest of his life struggling with the words "imitation" and "fake".It was as if the sparks splashed out of the swordsmith's furnace landed on his body exactly, scalding the indelible brand.

It was made by imitating the famous famous knife. After quenching and polishing, from his hair and even every inch of his skin, there is a shadow of another knife.

Wherever Yamabachi went, that shadow followed him every step of the way.As a result, he also has an unknown fear of mirrors.

As if those eyes, and that soft hair, had been stolen from someone else.

It seems that everything about Yamabuchi Kunihiro was born for others.

Realizing this, he put on a white cloth to cover his jet-blond hair, hiding his embarrassment as if deceiving him.

The established facts cannot be denied.

But what makes him feel ridiculous is that while he keeps mentioning the fact that he is an imitation, he still plays a combat power that is not inferior to the original on the battlefield.Even with his impressive achievements, his humble self-esteem has not been comforted in the slightest.Because no matter how violently he reacts and refuses to be compared with Yamabuki Kirichoyoshi, he will eventually be compared with other famous swords.

It seems that "comparison" is the value of his existence.

Therefore, when he saw the owner of the eyes that looked like a bright moon hanging high in front of him together with his own god judge, he couldn't help pulling down the cloth on his head in a panic.

He walked like flying, and even if most of his vision was blocked, he could easily find the guest room that Vulcan specially made room for them, and hid in it.

"... Yamabuchiri?" I don't know what big thing I did, which stimulated his delicate nerves.

Vulcan and Crescent Moon, who were standing in the entrance, looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Ah, the master is not good this time." Qing Guang said loudly, holding his face.

"Me?" Vulcan pointed at himself in bewilderment.

Qing Guang glanced at San Riyue, who was nodding to himself with a smile on his eyes.

"One of the five swords in the world, Sanri Yuezong is near, it is said that it is the most beautiful."

His eyes lingered on each other.Even though Qing Guang didn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart, the unintentional elegance and demeanor of San Riyue seemed to be born with him.It's like the bright moon in the night sky, out of reach.

But as the son of Heyuan, Qingguang still firmly believes that he is the cutest.

Hearing that Qing Guang relayed the high praise of her descendants, San Riyue always had a calm and relaxed appearance.

"Hahahahaha, it's just defined by the world."

"Is it... like this?" Vulcan looked at Sankaiyue as if looking for an answer. He always thought that this sword in front of him was just an ordinary sword with a long history far surpassing Qingguang's.

He would never think that Sanri Yue Zongjin was actually a valuable and famous knife.

Vulcan's suspicions are not without reason.Just after eating just now, only two streets away, without any obstacles, and almost a straight line away, Vulcan turned back to look for Sanriyue three times.The third time Vulcan found out that Sanriyue had gone missing without knowing it, he had nothing to say.

"Huh?" Crouching down and stroking the head of the wild cat that had come along, San Riyue saw those red eyes that seemed to be burning as soon as she raised her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He raised his brows and looked at Vulcan with a smile.

He even asked what's the matter... When he was illuminated by that bright moon-like smile, the anger that was stuck in the throat of Vulcan was completely extinguished.Facing that handsome but somehow natural face, he sighed helplessly.

In the end, adhering to "respecting the elderly" is a virtue that is applicable all over the world, the frowning Vulcan reached out to him.

"Holding hands shouldn't get lost, you said."

The hand stroking the cat stopped suddenly, and San Riyue was slightly taken aback.Losing the light and heavy touch just now, the cat purred dissatisfiedly from its throat, and then rubbed its cheek against the stopped hand.Narrowing his eyes slightly, he scratched the wild cat's chin with his hand.

"It's a pity." Sanriyue whispered to the cat, and he put his hand lightly on the open palm of Vulcan's five fingers.

Standing up with the help of the opponent's hand, the corners of Sanriyue's mouth raised just the right amount.

"I leave this hand to you, my lord."

His tone was soothing but solemn, like a god in a high position.

"oh oh!"

As if he had been entrusted with some important mission, Vulcan couldn't help but be infected by his tone, and solemnly responded.

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"So, I've said it many times. It doesn't matter if you are famous knives, or some imitations."

Vulcan deliberately lowered his voice, and at the same time unconsciously looked towards the concealed room.

"I don't care! Besides, I'm not good at history at all."

"I don't understand at all, damn it!"

Whether it is the raging fire of the Honnoji Temple in the textbook, or the teacher's cadence explaining the establishment of the Edo Shogunate, for Vulcan, it is just a "halftime break" for the basketball club to recover before the special training.Of course, in order not to let his studies affect the competition, he was often scolded by supervisors and seniors for his poor historical performance.Although in the end, driven by their "love", Vulcan barely qualified.It's not a pleasant thing to be stuffed with tongue-twisting celebrities and their illustrious histories.

These priceless treasures should have been collected in museums and enjoyed national treasure treatment.Only in Vulcan, my mind may not be as precious as a basketball with the signature of an NBA star painted on it.

What he didn't care about, to Yamabuchi, it was like a gangrene, hard to break.

"However, to be able to find the crescent moon... Where did you find it?"

Qing Guangneng vaguely recalled that he was in the knife forging room in the old days, and he waited quietly with the god judge for three days before inviting this round of independent bright moon and rare products that ordinary people could only dream of into his home pill.Qingguang couldn't help asking curiously.

Vulcan has boiled a pot of water, twisted a few tea leaves and put them in the glass.

Before that, he and his high school senior Kiyoshi Teppei accidentally mentioned how to distinguish good or bad tea in an email.Although it was an unintentional chat, in the early morning of the next day, Vulcan received the other party's tightly wrapped courier.

Kiyoshi Teppei said that he sent brown rice tea.After all, considering the soft drinks and sports drinks that Vulcan used to love, he thinks that tea with rice fragrance and a sense of satiety is the most suitable for Vulcan.

...Drinking tea is the same as drinking water, you won't feel full at all, okay?

Only the burger is the only one.

Looking at the message sent, although he complained, Vulcan still honestly sent a reply letter full of language problems to express his gratitude.

"I told you about the bamboo knife that reacted to the knife tent before." Vulcan poured boiling water into the cup, and the tea leaves swirled upwards along the water flow, and the strong rice aroma seemed to overwhelm the tea. momentum.

"No, no way..." Qing Guang opened his eyes wide. If Wuhu Tui had not been picked up by Hasebe and the others, he would definitely be frightened.

"Ah, speaking of which, that little guy helped me a lot." San Riyue took the tea cup handed over by Vulcan, and thanked her with a nod.

"But it seems to have caused trouble for Yamamoto?" Vulcan frowned.

"Hmm~" As if not listening to him at all, San Riyue held up the glass gracefully and slowly, and half-closed her eyes in the enveloping mist.

"This tea is very, very good."

Vulcan: ...

This famous knife known as the Five Swords in the World seems to be a little deaf besides Lu Blindness?

With a flash of inspiration, Vulcan suddenly knew how to comfort the glass-hearted Yamabachi.

"Hey, why do I have a bad feeling..."

San Riyue stopped Qing Guang who wanted to go forward to find out.

He made a silent gesture.Looking at the back of Vulcan's light hands and feet, his eyes were also stained with light and soft moonlight.

"no need to worry."

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Only when he saw Yamabagiri walking out of the room behind Kagami, Kiyomitsu completely let go of his hanging heart.After all, it is not easy to face the overwhelming wave of frustration that hit Yamabasa head-on.

"Master is getting more and more handy." Qingguang admired sincerely.

Although the hair was smoothed comfortably, when passing by Mikazuki, Yamabugi still involuntarily cast his eyes on the sitting person.

"Five swords in the world...?" He murmured as if talking to himself, and then met Vulcan's pomegranate eyes.

There seemed to be flames dancing in the depths of the pupils.

The brand of humiliation ached on the blade, but he remembered what Vulcan had said to him just now.

"For me, there is no difference between good and bad." My own god-judgmentist always likes to get straight to the point.

Yamabagiri, who hadn't fully prepared himself mentally, abruptly blocked the blow.

"If you have to say it, I think Yamabugiri is better."

Hearing this, Yamabukiri, who was still reluctant to look up, couldn't help but retort: ​​"You don't need to comfort me deliberately, after all, imitations like mine are no match for those famous knives anyway."

What's more, it's Sanri Yuezong, who everyone flocks to.

Vulcan was taken aback for a moment, a slight confusion appeared on his face, but it was quickly overshadowed by the firmness in his eyes.

He grabbed Yamabugiri's shoulders, forcing him to look up at him.

Under the gaze of the other party's astonishment, he began to mention Yamabukiri's goodness in a righteous manner.

For example, Yamabagiri is the least demanding.The good qualities of thrift, hard work and hard work have been vividly reflected in him.There is no need to buy some cosmetics that Vulcan doesn't know the use of, and no need to buy extra pet supplies.Just wash a cloth and you're all set.

Yamabagiri: "...Thank you for your compliment?" I always feel that something is wrong.

He even felt that some aspects of his self-esteem had been affected by innocence.

"Mr. Sanriyue gave me the impression. Compared with a powerful celebrity, he is more like an old man who needs someone to take good care of him."

"After all, it's unheard of to lose three times in a straight line."

"And if it is really lost, there is no way to report it." Even though San Riyue's appearance was very eye-catching in the crowd.

"I feel that my ears are not very sensitive. I need to get closer to him when I talk to him."

Vulcan sighed, deeply aware of his heavy responsibility.

For some reason, my mood was like the dawn after the rain, and Yamabachi, who had been enlightened in an instant, suddenly became enlightened.

Mikazuki Zongjin, who had no idea that he had been regarded as a key care object, was watching the girls in neatly dressed singing costumes on TV, smiling cheerfully while holding a cool glass.

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Currently known information includes:

1. Vulcan has considered whether to buy a deck chair online and put it on the balcony.

2. Before leaving, Foxnosuke visited Hasebe and the others and told the news that the new God-inspector was in charge.

3. When Vulcan asked the reason why he possessed Shiyu Jinshishang, he was fooled by Sankayue's compliment of "ah, the master's craftsmanship is amazing".

4. For some reason, Qingguang, who had a sense of crisis, bought a lot of cosmetics that Vulcan couldn't even read the labels.