Demon Sword Man's Journey to Honmaru

"Very good, very good..."

Even the sound of the pattering rain has a special flavor. Tasting the warm tea specially prepared by the short swords for the old swords, smelling the moist and fresh air in this rare rainy day in Honmaru, I couldn't help but say my mantra.

"Ala, Your Highness Sanriyue, you are still in such a good mood today."

The young man with dark green hair beside him nodded and said with a faint smile.

"It's Omaruden, the smiles are wider than before."

Yingmaru, the Taidao of Kobizen, and the sword forged in the Heiankyo era with himself, are already thousands of years old, but recently, Obahira, whom Yingmaru often talks about, finally came to this Honmaru , the mood is not as calm as before, and even the time to sit in the corridor and drink tea has been reduced a lot.

I took a sip of tea lightly, looked at Yingwan with a teasing smile,

"Yingwandian recently left the old man here alone, looking for Da Baoping..."

"Well, maybe Dabaoping's youthful vigor has slightly affected my old bones." Yingwan stretched her waist, took a deep breath, and listened to the sound of rain hitting the leaves of the giant tree in the center of the pill. , sighed softly, "Only when it rains, can this Honmaru be quieter."

"what."

Sankaiyue nodded lightly, responding to Yingmaru's words, the usually lively daggers also put the refreshments here and then returned to their dormitories, "After all, for us, the humid environment will make the blade rust. ...Only us old men can enjoy the rainy scenery here."

"···"

The whole Honmaru is shrouded in a rare silence, only the sound of rain and the sound of pouring water from the teacup from time to time, time gradually passes, but my heart slowly sinks, and the peaceful lake of heart is gradually disturbed for some reason. The tea also became only slightly bitter.

"It's just that it's really uncomfortable to be so quiet."

Suddenly, Ying Wan suddenly made a sound, and drank the tea in the cup with a wry smile, her face was not as calm as usual, and there was a trace of unknown irritability.

Looking at the black sky, he responded to Yingmaru's words, "Ah, now, it should be time for the master to join hands with them."

"This should be the loudest time..."

"After all, there will be screams from time to time."

"After a while, Tsurumaru-san should play a prank again."

"Ah, after all, Tsurumaru hasn't hit me once."

"Then, why doesn't His Royal Highness Sanriyue let him wish once?"

"Well, it's not fun like this."

"···"

For some reason, the two of us who usually talk very little, chatted on this quiet rainy day, as if to break the silence, the voice was much louder than before, the topics of the conversation were incomprehensible, just to It's just words to continue the conversation, but I know in my heart that if I stop this meaningless conversation, I will return to the silence that made me uncomfortable for some reason.

"San Ri Yue Dian, sure enough, it won't rain tomorrow."

In the middle of the conversation, Umaru suddenly sighed.

As if I understood where the irritability in my heart came from, I couldn't help sighing, "This pill is really not suitable for rainy days."

Honmaru on a rainy day is too quiet, so quiet that even an old man like me can't bear it, there is no Yaken shouting in the morning to wake up the demon sword, and there is no boy pretending to be sweet at noon to get food from Candlestick Kiri The sound of flattery, and the screams in the hands in the afternoon are also less...

Only at this moment did I suddenly realize how attached I am to this Honmaru.

Lowering his eyes, he murmured softly: "This is a bit bad... The old man never expected that the rainy day would be so terrifying."

As the most beautiful of the five swords in the world, and at the same time counted as the elder generation of Daojian Fusangshen, he has experienced too much, and he thought he could look down on many things. There is still not much fluctuation in my heart, I just feel, 'ah, it seems that this will be a good judge...', since the judge doesn't force me to go to the battlefield, drinking tea in the corridor is also a good idea. Leisurely, thinking about it this way, gradually lived in this Honmaru for a year,

Even now, I still think that I can look at all this with ease, even if this honmaru is destroyed because of the past of the god judge, I can accept it calmly...

However, the sound of the pattering rain was like a big slap on my face. I seemed to be unable to let go, full of secrets, a young man who had gone through many experiences but was still gentle, and the sword that was full of vigor under the leadership of the young man. They, like frogs boiled in warm water, slowly melted their hearts.

"Very good, very good, it seems that the old man is still immature..."

I couldn't help laughing out loud, like an old man, being embraced by the people of Honmaru, even if I sit here leisurely all day, even if I only come out when the mood comes, I am still tolerated by them...

If it was any other Honmaru, this old bone would have been crushed to the point where there is no powder left.

Can't help sighing, "Sure enough, it's better to be Sunday!"

"His Royal Highness Sankaiyue, sunday means Sunday, and if it's sunny, it means sunnyday."

"Hahaha, don't care, don't care."

The author has something to say:

I've been too busy these days, so I didn't update... I could have updated it yesterday, but I watched the FGO plot all day, and then (covered my face.)

The class is now officially started, and the update will start every other day.