[Comprehensive] History of Harmony Honmaru

"Ah, my Ji Jun, why don't you come?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was lying on the ground, with his left knee bent, and his right leg resting on his left knee, looking idly and bored.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Although he said something that seemed to be complaining, there were some strong emotions in his eyes. It was not a negative emotion, but simply waiting, which produced a worrying emotion.

In his long life, waiting is not a difficult thing for him, although it makes him feel very boring.

But no matter whether the sacrificial burial was dug up or enshrined high above, for him in the past, there were not many joys in life, but he always believed in those infinite possibilities, believed in the blue sky above his head, believed that he could fly freely .

It's just that this kind of mentality didn't exist at the beginning. He also complained, suffered, and thought about suicide, but all of them finally made him who he is today.

Before this, Tsurumaru would never have imagined that during the waiting time, his longing would spread uncontrollably in his heart, and he would never have imagined that what arose in him was not resentment, nor longing to leave, but full of sorrow.

He was very afraid, at such a time, whether the interrogator's life was in danger - otherwise, she should at least appear in the knife room.

Although the sword room of the Imperial Palace is restricted from being open to children, it is undeniable that it has always been one of the places where children play around.

Xiao Yuli still finds the Zashiki Warehouse to play with, and sometimes takes the Zashiki Warehouse to play in a place a little farther away, and sometimes stays in the knife room and listens to the Zashiki Warehouse telling stories.

In the past, relying on fragmentary memory images, the Fu Sangshen did understand this.

But I don't know when, what went wrong, Zashiki Warji appeared less and less, and he didn't talk to Xiao Yuli much.

The problem is not with Yuli, and Zashiki Ware has no dissatisfaction with her because of this, but all the actions of Zashiki Ware seem to be controlled, monitored or warned, so she can't and dare not be as unscrupulous as before Playing with Xiao Yuli as the master, he even had to reduce the time of appearance.

Xiao Yuli didn't know this, and she seemed a little lost and bewildered in the chaotic scene.

And these are just things speculated by Fusangshen who were able to watch, such as Awataguchi and the swordsmen of the Sanjo Sword School.

When the voice sounded in the empty room again, the Fusangshen even had a long-lost feeling of almost waking up.

But soon, they realize that this does not seem to be their emotion.

"Ah, it..." Wu Hutui looked at his own sword with a look of surprise, to be precise, it was the historical Wuhutui in the screen, and said stumblingly, "It seems to be very happy!"

"It's incredible." Maeda Toshiro was also a little excited.

"What's wrong?" At this time, Yaoken and other swords seemed a little awkward. As swords that had disappeared in history, he didn't have any mother swords that existed in the real world's imperial sword room. , he also recovered quickly.

Are you dissatisfied?

no, no-

After all, he is the loyal Touken Yakuken Toshiro.

"Ah, that sword..." Akita Fujishiro pointed to his corresponding sword on another shelf, "It seems that some emotions have been conveyed."

"Brother Yiqi, is that so? Or do we feel wrong?" Shinano looked at Yiqi Yizheng, and the other party was also a little inexplicable and thoughtful.

Such a situation has never happened before.

Unknowingly, they had a certain connection with the swords in these illusions that seemed to be memory pictures.

And although they are Fusangshen swords derived from famous historical swords, for them, Fusangshen actually know that they are connected with swords in this world, but there will never be such an intersection.

Of course, they can't be sure whether they themselves will be affected if there is a problem with their mother's sword in this world, but generally speaking, the answer is no.

However, everything that is happening now is different from what they have always known.

The swords and swords handed down from history not only have some connections that they cannot judge with their so-called descendants, but even they themselves have emotions and other powers.

That is to say, they may also be spiritual artifacts that can transform into Fusangshen.

If these historical swords can really be transformed into spirits and gods, they are definitely not at the level of Token Fusangshin in the sword world.

Although Token Fusangshen is also a god, his ability is limited, and his duty is only to defeat the retrograde army and restore history, but the living Fusangshen can be regarded as a real god, and he is comparable to the Tang paper umbrella demon, bridge girl, and even Zashiki. A human-shaped monster like a boy must be high-level and powerful.

"So, I also..." The ending of the words disappeared in the first episode.

"It's really a bit...a scary unfolding..." Xiaohumaru stretched her waist, and then showed a wild smile full of interest.

"Hey, is Ji-jun coming?" Tsurumaru Kunianaga looked thoughtfully at the tightly closed door.

"Is it possible to go here?" The female voice was very pleasant, like a clear spring dripping from a mountain stream, breaking the dead silence of the entire knife room at once, and everything seemed to come alive, "Oh, ok."

The footsteps sounded very cautious, little by little, almost like the movement of an old man.

"I know I know, I will be careful."

"No, there is no such meaning..."

"It's great to be able to find a place to shelter from the rain..."

"Well, I'm very grateful, that's great!"

"..."

The sound didn't come close, it only kept ringing from the outside door.

The Fusangshen were all inside the house and could not go out, and the owner of the voice seemed to have no intention of coming in.

It was really like what she said, just sheltering from the rain under the eaves.

What made Fu Sangshen feel strange was that there was only one female voice speaking, and there was no other voice as any response.

They know their god judge and know that she is not someone who can talk to herself, so what is communicating with her is...

"Inside, what is...?"

After countless expectations, she finally asked this sentence, and the Fusangshen were puzzled and surprised, but also a little happy.

"Even if you say that... I don't know you... I came here after going around like this..."

"Then, let's go in and have a look."

With the sound of the door being slowly opened, the Fu Sangshen silently watched the figure emerging from behind the door.

While marveling at the outstanding appearance of their own god judge, they suddenly realized something that made them extremely afraid.

There seems to be something covering the pupils of their god judges, and all the beautiful black and brilliance they are familiar with are gathered behind the strange smoky gray.

In her right hand, she holds an oil-paper umbrella, which is a very traditional old umbrella. There is a blinking eye on the umbrella, which undoubtedly shows that this is not an ordinary umbrella, but a ghost.

Little Umbrella Demon.

At this time, the body of the examiner has just sprung up, and he is a bit thin, but he already has the charm of being tall and slim.

Wearing an extremely beautiful traditional aqua-blue furisode kimono, paired with cute and naughty updo hair and cherry blossom hair accessories, the appraiser looks elegant and restrained.

At this time, they felt that she had many similarities with her mother, the former god judge, and the princess.

The same tenderness, the same demure.

"Ah..." After a while, Shinano uttered a tone word.

It's not just a matter of lamenting the eyes of the judge, but also the worry of a change in her personality.

How naughty and extroverted Xiao Yuli was in the past, they still seem like yesterday, but now the God Judge in front of him has almost changed his appearance and changed his temper.

They couldn't imagine what took her from being so lively to this distressing smile.

Somehow, they have realized that, from the quiet little girl in front of them, to the cold-appearing god judge who just arrived in the world of swords and swords, among them... there must be something more terrifying.

"This feeling is really bad." Under Yaoyan's calm appearance, he didn't know what kind of waves were hidden.

"It's a bit cool." Yu Li smiled, with a very gentle and demure expression, and they finally knew that she had been communicating with that little umbrella demon.

The little umbrella demon is not very timid, and her voice is very low, but because of her concern for her, it talks a lot, and its voice has a crackling feeling from time to time, but it is always subtle and not too obvious.

"Of course, wow - it's dark here, I don't know where it is, is it dangerous? Let's go back after a short rest... Or let's forget it and don't go in, okay It's scary...don't, don't go inside..."

"Ok?"

"Be careful! Walk slowly, walk slowly! You don't know that you are now..." The little umbrella demon suddenly stopped talking, looking a little nonchalant.

"..." Yu Li pursed her lips helplessly, feeling a little lonely, "I know...now, I can't see it..."

"I... I didn't mean that... I can be your eyes, don't be sad... It's just that you are too careless, you must not be hurt!"

"Well... I will." Yu Li accepted the little umbrella demon's concern with a smile.

After walking for a while, listening to the description, Yu Li suddenly showed a melancholy expression.

"So it's here..."

"Huh? Have you been here before? This is... a lot of swords, no wonder they are so cold, murderous, so sharp, they must be very powerful - I'm so scared, they will... be scratched."

"Don't worry, they...are very good people."

"What are you talking about? Hey, what are you doing?"

"Unexpectedly, I came to the knife room again. It's really been a long time..." Yu Li stopped, and tried to find something from a small backpack. Holding an umbrella as a support and a navigation guide, she seemed to be struggling to find things.

The Fu Sangshen could not wait to rush up and slander her.

Has the god judge they want to protect ever experienced such a bad thing?

"No, it's actually possible..." Sanri Yue Zongjin muttered to himself, but everyone could understand.

There may be... there are worse things...