I thought it was be but it turned out to be he

There is a slightly special shop on Oshikoji Road in Kyoto.

Unlike the nearby Jinqianya, which sells vegetables and fruits, it abandons the traditional name of the store and directly calls it Little Daisy, but it does not sell flowers here. It is a sword casting workshop.

A young man hurriedly ran into Little Daisy. The layout inside was the same as that of an ordinary sword casting workshop, except that there was a serious shortage of knives, and the decoration inside the house was completely different from the hard-core style that a sword workshop should display.

Wearing an ordinary men's kimono and clogs, the man leaned forward behind the screen, "Sensei! Teacher Deba!"

Not long after, someone from the backyard came out yawning. She was very young, petite and exquisite like a harmless rabbit, and the bright purple-pink kimono made her skin extraordinarily fair.

"See you in Juchi? Why so early?" Future looked up at the person standing in front of the table, with two eyes, a nose and a mouth, and he could only recognize who it was from his hair and voice that had not changed for thousands of years.

Flicked by eyes like the starry night sky, Ju Chi stared at the girl's face for a long time unconsciously, his cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot, "That... teacher... is actually... that... I..."

Seeing that he couldn't utter a single sentence for a long time, Future frowned, "What's wrong? Could it be that the knife is broken? It shouldn't be damaged so easily."

"No, no, the teacher's knife is very good!" He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood and explained, "Actually, my friend wants to meet the teacher."

"friend?"

"My friend bought a knife for [-] yuan at Jintouya yesterday, and I want the teacher to appraise it."

"Eh? That must be a good knife." Future's eyes lit up with great anticipation for this knife, "Let me have a look at it sometime."

"Is the teacher willing to see you? Great! He's outside, I'll bring him in." The person who was speaking had already run out of the door, and soon pulled a person in, looking a little shy, holding a long Long wooden box.

"Meeting for the first time, I am the future of the field."

Future said hello first.

The man hurriedly bowed his head to say hello, and said softly, "Mr. Chang, I'm Songgu."

"Is this the knife you bought?" Future couldn't wait to get to the point, and pointed to the box in his hand. The box was exquisitely carved, and it was still made of sandalwood, exuding a unique fragrance.

"Yes, this is the one, please have a look at it, teacher." Matsutani put the box on the table, opened the lid and took out the knife inside.

When he saw the knife, the anticipation on Future's face slowly faded, and he frowned when the whole knife was pulled out.

Ju Chi followed her gaze and pondered over the knife, "What's wrong, teacher? Your face looks very serious. Could it be that this knife is fake?"

Upon hearing that it might be fake, Matsutani immediately became nervous.

Disappointed, Future put down the knife, and lightly tapped the wooden box with his fingers, "This box is the only one worth anything."

Matsutani looked frustrated, "How could this be..."

Seeing his friend like this, Juchi couldn't bear it, "Teacher, do you want to have a look again? We tried this knife last night. It can cut vegetables or something easily, and the blade is very fast."

"I read it a few times and I still say the same thing. I'm in this line of work, so I'm not so blind." Future took out the knife again and handed it to them. He pulled out one-third of the blade, and the reflective white blade was just reflected. Showing a pair of clear black pupils, "Its blade is indeed fast, but its hardness is not good enough. I'm afraid it will warp or even break after a few times of use."

Ju Chi patted Matsutani on the shoulder, intending to help his brother out, "I'll accompany you to get the money back! We must teach you a lesson about selling fake knives!"

"Don't make trouble, just get the money back."

After sending them out, Future did not forget to warn them.

"I see, teacher!"

After they walked away, he turned around and went back to the house in the future, and came out again with a pile of paper after a while, spread all the things in his hand on the table, picked up a pen and began to draw on the white paper.

"Is this the new knife you're going to make?"

A familiar male voice suddenly sounded above the head, Future subconsciously replied, "Yes."

"What's its name?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, I think—"

Future suddenly stopped his voice, turned his head suddenly, a mosaic face was caught off guard, and he was startled reflexively, the pen in his hand fell from his fingertips, and rolled to the door.

Okita Souji stared at her reaction happily, with a smile on his face.

Slowly remembering who the owner of the voice was, Future left the table to pick up a pen, only to notice an iceberg leaning against the door frame, with two knives on his waist, arms crossed, in a very casual posture.

He was dressed the same as Souji, a light onion haori with a white mountain pattern printed on the sleeves.

The sight of the future slowly falls on one of the knives, and its length and weight can be accurately estimated with just one glance. Heavy".

Mirai overlapped the knife of the man who accompanied the chief executive yesterday with this one, and suddenly recognized him as Saito Kazu, a member of the Ronshi Group who was officially named Shinsengumi two days ago.

"When did you come here? Why is there no sound at all?" After picking up the pen, Future complained.

"It's already here, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The chief executive sat down on her seat and studied the blueprints on the table.

Future snatched something from his hand, put it in his arms and looked at him defensively, "Respect other people's privacy, you know? You are here to get a knife? Didn't I ask you to come back in a few days yesterday?"

The director leaned back in his chair leisurely, "It's okay, I'll use it first, and I'll bring it back tomorrow when I run out."

"No, it's my aesthetics not to let guests step out of the threshold with a flawed knife."

"It's flawed or not, it's just for maintenance. I'm going to use it tonight. I'll use it. As expected, Xiaoju is easy to use."

Future casually asked, "Tonight? What are you going to do?"

"Kill people." When he said these two words, Mr. Okita still had his usual smile on his face, as if in his world, killing people was as trivial as eating and drinking.

"That's how it is." The future has not been shaken by it. She is a knife maker, and the knives she makes are naturally weapons for killing people.

She went to the knife stand to look for it, and said to the people behind, "Ju Yizi Zezong, Tai Dao, the blade is 78.48 cm long, the blade is extremely long, the blade is thin and thin, and the blade is engraved with 16 representing the royal family near the handle. The petal chrysanthemum family crest, and a horizontal line is carved under it. To be honest, it is a good knife, but it is a thin-edged knife, which is actually not suitable for fierce actual combat."

Mirai finally stopped in front of a display cabinet, tiptoed to take down the Taidao on the top, "Blue Iris, Taidao, the blade length is 75.36cm, its hardness, toughness, and sharpness are the most suitable for actual combat."

The general manager took it and looked at it. The handle of the knife was the same as the name. It was blue and engraved with a pattern of blue irises. He pulled out a small part.

Apart from the strange name, this blue iris is undoubtedly a good knife.

"I'll borrow this from you first, remember to return it to me tomorrow, if you don't return it, I'll go to your garrison to find you, and reveal all your scandals." The future threatened seriously.

The director looked innocent, "Scandalous thing? Have I done anything bad to you?"

"Don't you know that women's mouths are deceiving? And the masses are blind, they like to rely on their subjective impressions to side with the disadvantaged. Unfortunately, I am a disadvantaged group, and I am especially good at crying, making trouble and hanging myself."

After hearing her words, even the corners of Saitoichi's mouth relaxed slightly.

The general manager laughed even more, and in the end he could only say yes repeatedly, "Hey hey hey, I see, I will definitely send it back to you on time tomorrow afternoon."

As he spoke, he looked at the person at the door again, "Ah Yi, the knives here are pretty good, do you want to buy one?"

The topic turned around and came to Saitoichi, he instantly faded that very shallow smile, changed back to a paralyzed face, and replied blankly, "I don't need a new one for now."

"That's a pity."

The chief commander put the sword on his waist and bid farewell to the future.

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In the end, I still came to prostitute the male god [Tan Shou]

By the way, it has nothing to do with Bixuelu or Liminglu