[Comprehensive] Trinity Moon

Zong Sanzuo stood in the rain in a trance, looking at the fallen master Imagawa Yoshimoto beside him, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Not long ago, Imagawa Yoshimoto led him to fight, but in an instant he became a broken corpse in the rain, no different from all the dead people.

It's still raining.

And the battle between the barrels is over.

His master, Imagawa Yoshimoto lost to Oda Nobunaga.From now on, this will be Oda Nobunaga's proud record, but for Imagawa Yoshimoto, this is a sad and tragic ending.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen didn't know how long he had been on the ruins of the battlefield, but the reality in front of him made thinking a kind of pain and suffering. He leaned on his body in a daze and watched the time go by little by little.

Until a man in armor came in front of him, the soldiers behind the man seemed to disapprove of this move.

"My lord, you really don't have to do this yourself..."

"Hahaha, it's okay," the man laughed boldly, "I also want to meet Najinai who knew Imagawa Yoshimoto for the first time, Sosan Zuowen."

Zong San Zuowen raised his head blankly.

That was the first time Zong San Zuowen met Oda Nobunaga.That man stood in front of him with such an abominable victorious attitude, taking him as a spoil to show off his strength.

"It's really distressing, are you still unwilling to serve me as master?" Although Oda Nobunaga said so, there was no distressed look on his face, "I'm fine, but it's still a little troublesome."

Zong San Zuo Wenwen sat beside his body like a statue, raised his head and looked at Oda Nobunaga coldly, unwilling to even show a smile to deal with it.

"Please send me back to Imagawa's house."

"Oh?" Oda Nobunaga raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to go back so much?"

"Please send me back to Imagawa's house."

"That's not possible," Oda Nobunaga looked at Fu Sangshen, who was dismissive of him, with indescribable interest in his heart, "You probably don't know it yet, but now people say that you Zong Sanzuo , is the sword that seizes the world."

Zongsan Zuowen's cold expression finally cracked, he stared at Oda Nobunaga with wide eyes suddenly, the look of fear and uneasiness throbbed in his eyes which could not be concealed.

Oda Nobunaga smiled with satisfaction.

"Look, how could I send you back again," he explained patiently, "You are already my knife, Zongsan Zuowen."

Zong San Zuo Wenwen gripped the cloth under his hands, and the uneasiness that rose up under the gaze of Oda Nobunaga made him tremble uncontrollably.He watched Oda Nobunaga touch his body, but sadly found that he was completely unable to stop him.

He is already the sword owned by Oda Nobunaga.

No matter how unwilling to believe it, no matter how desperately to deny it, this is already a tragic truth that Zong Sanzuo's words cannot change.

At this moment, Zongsan Zuowen finally realized this so clearly.

Oda Nobunaga pulled out "Sozo Zuomonji" from the scabbard without hindrance, and carefully watched the works of the Zhenzuomonji Sword School in the sunlight.Every second his eyes stayed on the knife made Zong San's left words feel more and more like sitting on pins and needles.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen tightly clenched his palms, if he was a human, his hands would already be covered with blood by now.

"Sure enough, it's very beautiful," Oda Nobunaga smiled and glanced at Zong Sanzuo's pale but still beautiful face, his eyes showed a slight soft look, but in the next second he said something more directly Cruel words.

"However, the blade looks too long now. It will be shortened in a few days."

"what……?"

Zong San Zuowenwen was cold all over, every inch of his body trembled with anger and cold.

"How dare you...how can you?!"

"What's the matter? Could it be that Yoshimoto Imagawa's death is not due to the length of your sword?" Oda Nobunaga raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zongsan Zuowen, who had lost all expression on his face and fell to the ground, "I I should let you know more clearly whose knife you are now."

Putting this decision aside, Oda Nobunaga turned around and left cleanly.The room returned to silence.

Zongsan Zuofuji sat blankly, looking at his own body with dull eyes, as if he saw the scene when Imakawa Yoshimoto stroked his blade.

Mr. Imagawa said that he is a good sword.

Zong San left his words to think about it, and suddenly he laughed softly.The laughter grew louder, colliding and echoing in the empty room, and finally turned into a hoarse laugh.

He covered his face and laughed loudly, tears flowed from between his fingers.Whether it is good or not, if even the owner can't protect it, a knife like his is not as good as an exquisite decoration.

"Zongsan..."

"Go away, I don't want to see you, Oda Nobunaga's sword."

The sound outside the door disappeared.

The visitor seemed to be hesitating, but in the end he let out a sigh, then turned and left, the sound of footsteps gradually drifting away.Zongsan Zuowen knew who it was, except for Oda Nobunaga, he was the only one who came to see him these days——

Fusangshen of the Oda family, pressed and cut Hasebe.

He didn't care about Zong Sanzuo's indifferent attitude at all, and worked hard, trying to persuade the other party to submit to Oda Nobunaga.Such a serious look is entirely derived from the reverence for Oda Nobunaga.

Oh, what loyalty.

Unfortunately, the object of his loyalty is the Demon King.

Zong San Zuowen sneered, closed his eyes and stopped moving, just like the main body beside him became a beautiful ornament.

On the way to shortening, Zongsan Zuowen saw the pressing and cutting Hasebe again.He stood far away and looked at him, Zong San Zuo could hardly see his expression clearly.

However, Zong San Zuo Wenwen was not interested in Yaki Hasebe's expression, he just turned his head after a glance, and walked forward with the attendants silently, bored.

At the destination, all kinds of tools for sharpening have already been prepared, and the craftsmen have been waiting for a long time.

Zong Sanzuo didn't know how to describe the feeling of being shortened.In this era, the change of popular knife length has caused many knives to be shortened. Zong Sanzuowen himself has seen it several times.

But he had never seen Yi Zhen Dao in such pain as he was at the moment.

Is it because of... hatred and unwillingness to surrender?

Under the pain as if the bones and muscles of his body were broken and beaten, Zong Sanzuo's words were almost in a trance, and his consciousness was already erratic, so he had more leisure time to think about these things.

Zong San Zuowen felt as if he was curled up and fell to the ground, but the hard ground made him feel better.

It's too ugly... Sosan Zuofuji thought so, so he raised his head and looked at Oda Nobunaga with some energy.What is the expression of the devil now?

What expression can a victor have...

In fact, Sosan's vision of the left text has long been blurred, and he couldn't see the expression of Oda Nobunaga clearly, so he didn't see the corners of the other party's tightly pursed mouth.

"stop!"

Oda Nobunaga looked at Zongzo Zuo who had lost consciousness, and finally couldn't read any more, and loudly asked the craftsman to end the grinding.

He strode down, frowned and stared at Zong San Zuowen who was curled up, finally bent down and picked him up himself, and walked out with Fu Sangshen effortlessly.

The shortening of that day has passed for a long time.

However, when Zong San Zuowenwen wakes up every day and sees the strange self in the mirror, he will still sit silently in front of the mirror for a long time, until the voice of the maid's work sounds, he will suddenly push down the mirror.

The long hair dyed cherry color has become extremely slender and looks vulnerable.Just on the outside, Zong Sanzuo's words had already clearly recognized his changes.

He thought of the eyes of Oda Nobunaga when he woke up from the long darkness, the eyes that were so complicated that he didn't bother to interpret them, he just felt sad and ridiculous.

This demon king is really incomprehensible.

After that he became a bird in a cage.

As long as the knife "Zongsan Zuowen" maintains a beautiful appearance, showing off Oda Nobunaga's achievements and representing his status as a man in the world, it will be fine.

Killing the enemy and drinking blood has become Zong Sanzuo's non-craving and longing.

He looked at his pale and slender wrist, and laughed ironically. Even if he were to go to the battlefield, he wouldn't be able to support the armor like this, right?

"Zong San!"

Oda Nobunaga, who was dressed in armor and full of battlefield smoke, walked over excitedly, and his good mood was not damaged in the slightest even if he met Zong San Zuowen's cold and mocking eyes.

During these days, he had long been used to Zong Sanzuo's attitude towards writing, and it didn't affect him in the slightest.In other words, just watching such a beautiful figure sitting quietly indoors is already enough to make him happy.

"The weather is nice today, don't you want to go out and have a look?" Oda Nobunaga sat down beside Zongsan Zuofuji casually, propped his head and looked at his side face with scattered strands of hair.

"Is that so?"

Zong San's left words responded faintly.

"For a caged bird like me, what happens outside has nothing to do with me."

"Does Zongsan want to go to battle to kill the enemy, or do he want to go back to Imagawa's house?" Oda Nobunaga laughed loudly, "Impossible, impossible, Zongsan, you are so precious, of course you should treasure it well."

Is it the sword of the world...

Thinking of his name at the moment, Zong San Zuo Wenwen only felt it was even more amusing.

Oda Nobunaga raised his hand to pick up the strand of hair with the most cherry-colored dyed Zong Sanzuo characters, and gently sniffed at the tip of his nose, a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.His gaze swept over Sosan's left-handed chest again, and his mark of Oda Nobunaga could be seen on the skin under the clothes.

From now on, no matter who owns Sosanzuo's writing, Oda Nobunaga will always be imprinted on his body and cannot be separated.

Thinking of this, Oda Nobunaga smiled contentedly.

"Just stay by my side, Zongsan. Or do you think this cage is too small? It doesn't matter. When I hold the whole world in my hands, you will have the most beautiful and luxurious cage in the world."

Just like this, be my caged bird forever, Oda Nobunaga's three left characters of sword fighting.

Zong San Zuowen raised his head and looked out the window blankly. He saw the dark clothes hem flying up when Hasebe left, and also saw his last look when he left.

what……

Zongsan shook his head as he thought about the words left. In this place branded by Oda Nobunaga, there are some strange guys—including himself.

The strange fusangshen who pressed Hasebe left the Oda family rashly one day because he was given to his subordinates by Oda Nobunaga.

Zong San Zuowen Zuowen is not surprised, isn't it natural that a man like Oda Nobunaga would do such a thing?But this matter must be difficult for that loyal Fu Sangshen to accept, right?

Ah, just thinking about it makes me very happy.

Yaki Hasebe did come to say goodbye to Zong San Zuowen - if the distant gaze and the words that could not be heard because of the distance were farewell.

But Zong San Zuo Wenwen did not go to see him off, nor had he ever planned to do so.

Forget it, how ridiculous such a move is.If he really wanted to do something, he would be more inclined to beating gongs and drums to send Hasebe away from the demon king Oda Nobunaga.

get rid of……

Hahaha, how is it possible, the demon king Oda Nobunaga is not such an existence that can be easily escaped.Regarding this, Zong Sanzuo's writing couldn't be more clear.

Until the fire burns in Honno-ji Temple.

"Zongsan..."

Even when the demon king came to the end, he still smiled so arrogantly and annoyingly.Sozo Zuomonji sat beside Oda Nobunaga, thinking so while feeling the pain of the flames tearing his body.

"Stop talking, I don't want your image in my mind to become more profound."

"Hahaha, it seems Sosan you remember me very well," Oda Nobunaga was already very weak, but still smiled with effort.

"It's a shame we didn't finish that beautiful cage."

These are the last words of Oda Nobunaga to Sozo Zuowen.

What a selfish demon king, he was still thinking of trapping me in a cage until the last moment.

Zong San left his words to think, and finally lost all consciousness in the fire.

The author has something to say:

The Oda group is too difficult to write...

I have controlled myself to use the hands of Nobunaga to make soy sauce and stuffed stuffed rice.

hsb made a gorgeous soy sauce

Thanks~

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