[Comprehensive] After wearing this sword, I found that my height was wrong

The little tengu that shouldn't have been born at this moment was actually born here.

Looking at the Sanjo mansion that was getting closer and closer, Kokomaru had an ominous premonition in his heart——

History, the history intervened by Touken Fusangshin... has been changed.

What kind of consequences will this kind of thing lead to?

Kohomaru thought of his colleague in Shizheng, the swordsman named Yamato Shou'an.

Because of being too attached to the former owner Okita Souji, Yamato Mamoru Yasada once tried to intervene in the Ikedaya incident, which almost caused him to fall into obscurity.

So now, although the nature is different, as far as the result is concerned, history has indeed been changed by them.

That is to say...

"Things seem to be getting a little worse."

Xiaohumaru looked at the black mist slowly emerging from his body, and smiled helplessly.

This violent and dark force is trying to devour the sanity and divinity of the gods.

This feeling cannot be mistaken, so all the Fusangshen finally realized belatedly——

"Because you changed history and violated the contract of current affairs, did you start to fall in the dark?"

At the beginning, they left with their elder brother in a relaxed and unrestrained way, completely forgetting that they were still carrying the contract of current affairs.

As existences that are free from time, they must not interfere with history, let alone cause major confusion in history like they are doing now.

So now, what to do? !

The little tengu was still flying uncontrollably, however, the big group of brothers behind him were too busy to take care of themselves, and it was quite bad.

The so-called house leak happens to rain all night, probably that's it.

Just as everyone was thinking about mitigation plans, the silver-haired and golden-eyed Fu Sangshen happened to catch up.

"what happened?"

Jin Jian's gaze swept across the rising ominous black mist, and soon he seemed to understand something, so he asked instead: "How to solve it."

After finishing speaking, it seemed that he disliked the flying posture of the crowd and was a bit of an eyesore, so Fu Sangshen simply slashed his sword in front of the little tengu.

The irresistible power for others was easily intercepted by Fu Sangshen, without any sign of pressure.

"Crack-"

The little tengu jumped on the horizontal scabbard: "...Wow, it finally stopped!"

The remaining three people who could not fly, after stabilizing their bodies, leaped in the air and fell back to the ground.

However, compared to the little tengu who had obviously breathed a sigh of relief, they were still immersed in the silent low pressure, without a moment's sense of relief.

"The current affairs contract must be terminated."

Sanri Yuezong narrowed his eyes, covering the faintly flashing scarlet in them.

He is not afraid of falling in the dark, but... showing such an ugly face in front of his elder brother is absolutely not allowed.

Ishikirimaru and Xiaohumaru pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly: "Theoretically speaking, the contract cannot be terminated by us unilaterally..."

Halfway through the talk, the two suddenly thought of a possibility, so they couldn't help raising their eyes in surprise: "Wait a minute, don't tell me you want to..."

"That's right, it's the 'Could it be said'."

Sanri Yuezong stroked the hilt of his sword, then pursed his thin lips, and solemnly looked at Fu Sangshen who was not far away: "Brother, we must—"

"—remelting and reshaping."

This is the most thorough way to regain freedom.

After that, they are no longer out-of-this-world visitors, but reasonable members of this world.

……

The flames of the knife furnace reflected a brilliant golden red, and the sound of iron knocking was mixed in, making the dull space even hotter.

Sanjo Zongjin wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and when he was about to proceed to the next step, the door of the knife forging room was suddenly pushed open.

"Father."

The cool tone that belongs to Fu Sangshen alone made the room's already hot temperature feel a little calmer.

Sanjo Zongjin turned around in surprise, and after confirming that the person who came was Fu Sangshen whom he had been looking for for a long time, the corners of the swordsmith's eyes and brows were instantly filled with excitement and joy: "Jianjian, you are back!"

Under Yingying's fire, the swordsmith's eyes sparkled, and he suddenly lifted his emotions and became extremely energetic.

There are so many things I don’t know where to start. After walking a few steps back and forth excitedly, Sanjo Zongjin chose to roll up his sleeves, walked quickly to the knife stove, and then pointed to the inside and introduced excitedly: "Look, today Sword—you're going to have a younger brother soon!"

Santiao Zongjin rubbed his hands together, looking radiant: "Although it's just a short sword, I have a hunch that it will be a good sword! I've already thought of the name, so I'll call it—"

"Little Taro!"

Fu Sangshen, who had always looked calm, raised his eyes when he heard the name: "This name..."

"It's not a good name at all!"

Big Tengu appeared next to Fu Sangshen with a cold face, looking at the swordsmith with unfriendly eyes: "His name is Xiaojinjian, and he can only be called Xiaojinjian."

Sanjo Zongjin: "Why?"

Big Tengu: "Destined."

After saying this, Ootengu stopped talking to the swordsmith, but walked directly to the knife stove, and then——

Start bleeding.

The face of the big monster was really ugly, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

The bright red blood flowed into the knife furnace, and for a moment, the entire Sanjo mansion was filled with the vicious and aggressive aura of the great demon.

Santiaozong was dumbfounded: "He, what is he doing?"

"Just adding a little material."

Jin Jian stared at the big monster silently for a moment, then nodded to the swordsmith and said: "Please rest assured, it will be a good sword."

After a while, the big tengu withdrew his hand.

The powerful self-healing ability of the big monster made the intentional wound heal completely in an instant, and no trace of the injury could be seen at all.

However, the loss of a lot of blood and demon power made the original pale face of the big monster even paler.

That thinness and weakness are almost obvious at this moment.

The black wings couldn't help being pulled down, and the big tengu staggered slightly, almost unable to stand still.

However, in the empty forging room, there is no place to rest your feet.And his pride as a big monster will never allow him to show a embarrassed posture.

The silver-haired and golden-eyed Fu Sangshen glanced at the other party lightly, then raised his hand suddenly, and threw his own body over.

"Take it."

Regarding the point of using his own body as a crutch for the other party, Fu Sangshen behaved quite naturally, and didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it.

This natural appearance made the big monster feel a moment of astonishment.

Afterwards, the big monster with inexplicably red ears hugged the big sword silently and did not speak. Only the huge wings behind him were folded, almost covering the whole person.

— like a turtle retracting into its shell.

Sanjo Zongjin did not see this rare scene, because his attention was now shifted to the knife furnace.

"The blood has been absorbed..."

I saw with my own eyes that the flowing blood was collected by the unformed short knife.

The swordsmith was both surprised and worried about this.

However, before he could express his thoughts, he felt something rubbing against his cheek and flying over sharply.

Electric flint.

Jin Jianyan quickly pulled the swordsmith back a few steps, and in the next instant, there were four bright lights, which fell into the knife furnace like a meteor, and sparked a wave of sparks, which exploded and exploded.

Santiaozong was stunned for a moment, and after the flames were extinguished, he hurried to see the situation.

And behind him, Fu Sangshen with silver hair and golden eyes raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "The action is quite fast."

By the time Santiaozong hurriedly ran to the knife stove, the flame in the stove had been completely extinguished.

As a swordsmith, Sanjo Zongjin naturally understood that turning off the flame before forging a sword would mean failure.

Therefore, despite his heartache and regret, he was indeed ready to accept the one-strike Broken Blade.

however--

"..."

Santiaozong blinked, then rubbed again.He thought he might be dazzled, or had some kind of hallucination.

Because in the knife furnace, there actually appeared a five-strike sword? !

That is not an ordinary sword, not only comes with a scabbard scabbard, but also has an unusually rich variety!

Santiao Zong took a closer look - hehe!Short sword, Odachi, Taidao, naginata... all alive!

——To tell the truth, he vaguely remembered that he only put in the material of shaking the dagger...

- So is this mitosis, or is it asexual reproduction? ! ! !

Santiao Zong stood stiffly next to the knife furnace, suspected of having received a huge impact!

"Today, today's sword..."

Like a weathered sculpture, Sanjo Zongjin turned his head tremblingly, and said with difficulty: "I'm probably old and dim-sighted, and I can't even count."

"—I, I, I, I actually saw the five-strike sword?!"

"You are not mistaken, Father."

Fu Sangshen stepped forward slowly, his eyes swept across the swords in the furnace, and raised his lips imperceptibly: "Because I saw it too."

The next second Fu Sangshen approached the knives furnace, the knives and swords lying quietly in it suddenly vibrated like a resonance.

Then, they flew out of the furnace and hovered in front of Fu Sangshen.

Dots of fluorescent light overflowed from the sword body, and then, like interlaced rivers, slowly converged in front of it.

At the moment when the light shone to its peak, the sudden burst of light, like a bursting firework, almost shattered the entire forging room.

After the light faded, five strange figures appeared out of thin air in the originally empty forging room.

Jin Jian looked away and found nothing.

So he faintly guessed something, his eyes moved down, and finally saw the person——

Five little boys stood there, grinning at him: "Anijia!"

Jin Jian: "..."

"Anijia, you have become so tall!"

Yan Rong lost her hoarse voice and spoke crisply.

"No, it's because we've become shorter!"

Ishikimaru was serious and authentic.

Little Tengu gestured carefully, and then smiled triumphantly: "I seem to be the tallest, and Sanriyue is the shortest, hahahaha!"

The child with the crescent moon in his eyes blinked, and after a moment of bewilderment, he finally came to his senses, and then said softly, "You must have read it wrong."

"I don't think it's wrong."

Xiaohuwan moved his furry head: "San Riyue, you are indeed the shortest."

Sanri Yue Zongjin: "...Is that so?"

Xiaohumaru nodded seriously: "That's right."

Sanriyue Zongjin: "Really?"

Xiaohuwan firmly affirmed: "Really."

"...QAQ"

The child with golden tassels on his head sobbed softly, with tears in his eyes, he rushed to Fu Sangshen who was not far away: "Brother, they are too much!"

"Ah, San Riyue is too cunning, I want to embrace him with the sword!"

The little tengu flew over dissatisfied, and grabbed Fu Sangshen's leg.

"Brother, that... I can't shake my body anymore!"

Ishikirimaru, who was overwhelmed by the main body, thumped on the ground with great difficulty, with tears in his eyes.

Yan Rong ignored the ghosts and howls of the brothers around him, and smiled with his arms akimbo: "Hihahahaha, it's so cute to be small, right brother?"

Xiaohuwan straightened his hair, and then said strangely: "It feels like the hair has become softer... Speaking of which, it seems that brother hasn't combed Xiaohu for a long time..."

After finishing speaking, Xiaohumaru rushed forward, intending to join the "Battle for Elder Brother" battlefield.

After being rebuilt, although the memory is not lost, but——

The body has become smaller.

What's worse, the mind...regressed back to the beginning?

Jinjian thought about the state of this group of fusangshen, and felt that he seemed to have made a little mistake.

—My brother can't be that stupid.