[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

"Natsume……!"

Bao Ding opened the door and found a person who absolutely shouldn't be here: "Why are you here... No, no, why are you here? Isn't this the Honmaru of the God Judge?"

Natsume blinked, and deduced from Baoding's reaction that Mr. Mikayue didn't say that he wanted to be their god judge.

Maybe Mr. Sanriyue thought that after letting me hang out for a week, he would let me quit in spite of the difficulties.

No, then you are underestimating me.

"I'm here, of course I have something very important to tell you, Baoding, won't you let me go in first?"

"Ah, oh, yes, yes, you should be let in."

Bao Ding quickly opened the door and let Natsume in: "Shinano and the others are still maintaining the body of the sword, and they will finish their work in a while. Natsume, please go to the living room and sit for a while. We will come to you when we are done."

"Bao Ding was helping them just now, the powder was all over his face." Natsume took out his handkerchief and handed it to him, "Wipe it off, I'll go there with you."

"Eh?"

Bao Ding froze in place with a handkerchief. To be precise, from the moment Natsume appeared, he was in a state of chaos. When he saw Natsume in the main pill, he was more frightened than pleasantly surprised. He didn't know how to get along with him anymore.

"Should it be in that room?" Natsume heard the voice of a dagger coming from the room with the open door on the first floor. He bypassed Baoding and walked out of the door on his own initiative.

Shinano was still wondering why Baoding's steps became so heavy, and he was shocked as soon as he turned his head. Hakata Goto stopped his busy movements, and the three knives looked at Natsume at the door stupidly, with the same eyes Incredible.

"It turns out that this is the maintenance of the sword."

Hakata is on the left, responsible for dismantling the knife into different parts. Shinano is in the middle, holding a powder stick in his right hand, and a stack of white papers on his left. Goto sits at the back, holding the newly assembled catfish in his hand. Suto Shiro.

"Yeah, the three of us are doing daily maintenance work." Shinano talked dryly to Natsume, "Why did you come here?"

"Although I have read a lot of information, I have no practical experience at all. Shinano, can I do a maintenance for them by myself?"

Shinano winks at Hakata: Come on, go and reject Natsume.

Bodo's already round eyes widened: Come if you have the ability, I can't say it.

Two people watching Goto together: This task is entrusted to you.

Goto: Thank you for your kindness, but I'm sorry, it's too late.

Natsume obediently sat next to Shinano, with an open-minded expression on his face that made Shinano feel extremely uncomfortable: "Are there any special requirements for the maintenance technique? How long does it take to use strength?" I only know the general steps to divide the effort, and I have to ask Shinano how to do it.”

It's all up to this point, if Shinano can still refuse, he can be said to be the most hard-hearted Fusangshin in Honmaru.But is he?He wasn't, so he got up helplessly and went to his room to get spare gloves.

"The blade is sharp, so it's better to wear protective gloves when you start to operate it for the first time."

"Thank you."

Natsume took Shinano's gloves, and after putting them on, he continued to wait for the next instructions with an obedient expression.

It seems that Natsume won't leave unless he tries it himself. Maybe children are so curious.Shinano sighed with old-fashioned anger, and sat back to his original seat: "Because you are a novice, Natsume, so we will start with the dagger with the shortest blade. It was seven days ago, and now I just give him a full set again."

Hakata said sorry in his heart, then took the main body of Yakuken from the knife holder, and gently placed it on the table covered with white cotton cloth: "I will do the dismantling work, Natsume, you only need to maintain the blade That's it."

Bodo's movements are quite fast. When the adult group went out to do tasks, in order not to waste time, they always put the work of maintaining the sword in the first place. After so many days of training, no matter what kind of sword they have, Bodo can do it in the blink of an eye. The disassembly is complete.

"The blade is sharp, so be careful."

With a soft reminder, Hakata sat back to his original seat, but his eyes did not leave Natsume's hands, for fear that the other party would accidentally hurt him.

Shinano, your gloves must be strong.Bodo prays.

Unlike the worried mood of the daggers, Natsume's mind was as calm as water, his eyes reflected the blade of Yaken's sword, and he firmly grasped the original handle of the sword.

"Yakuken Fujishiro, eight inches and three cents long, grew up on the battlefield, and he didn't know much about Fengya. Before the first-stage brother appeared, Yaken took care of us. Although he was a short sword, he That calm and responsible look is not even comparable to many Fu Sangshen of adult size."

Shinano introduced Natsume in a low voice.

"Is Yaken a dagger with short black hair and purple eyes?" Natsume thought of one of the fusangshen who followed Cang Li on the day of the trip to the amusement park, "It looks really reliable, I really want to meet him ah."

"One day, Yaoken will return to his human form from his dagger form, we all believe so."

Goto said confidently: "The same goes for other people, they can definitely change back."

"Well, that's what I thought too."

After finishing the short conversation, Shinano began to instruct Natsume to maintain Yakken step by step.

"Use a white paper to wipe off the maintenance oil applied before. Just wipe one side at a time. Clean up both sides at the same time. Novices can easily cut themselves."

"it is good."

Twirling a piece of white paper, Natsume held the paper with his right hand and slid it left and right on the blade. The friction sound after the paper touched the blade had a wonderful effect of calming the mind. At least, the short knives were always carrying it. My heart finally let go.

"After the first step is over, count this." Shinano handed the powder stick to Natsume, "Tap lightly on the knife body to cover the powder evenly, then wipe it off with paper, repeat this step until you feel It's okay to stop."

"oh, I understand now."

The powder stick lightly patted on the knife, and fine dust rose up in a small area. Natsume stared at the knife in his hand seriously, repeating the same action with all his attention.

Fragments of spiritual power overflowed from Natsume's hand, and with his movements, it seeped into the blade bit by bit. Goto covered Baoding's mouth, which was about to exclaim. Everyone looked at Natsume quietly, but their hearts went to another place. a place.

The flow of time seemed to slow down at this moment, and Natsume's unique warm and quiet spiritual power filled the entire space, making people involuntarily immersed in it.

"In this way, it should be all right?"

Natsume held up the knife hesitantly to show Shinano: "I think this should be enough."

"It's great." Shinano didn't hold back his praise, and then untied his body and handed it to Natsume, "The maintenance of my body is also troublesome to you."

"Shinano is too cunning, I want it too." Bao Ding immediately squeezed to Natsume's side, "I would have asked Natsume to help me with my maintenance if I knew it, but now it's the first time that Yaken tricked Natsume away for nothing."

Bodo smiled: "Baoding, please pay attention to your wording."

Goto pulled Baoding away from Natsume's body: "No matter what, you have to line up first come, first served, okay, Baoding, you are the last one."

Turning around again, Shinano Hakata Goto's sword was already placed on Natsume's desk, and Baoding looked at the short knife still hanging on his waist, tears were about to flow down.

"You bully people."

"You are not a human being, you are Fu Sangshen."

Shinano made a precise attack, and Bao Ding was defeated and retired.

When all the body and mind are immersed in work, time always flies by, at least in Natsume's eyes, when he finished maintaining the four short knives, the sun had already set and only half of them were still outside.

"Gululu", Natsume's stomach growled.

"You four, why didn't you even remind Natsume to eat lunch?"

Yiqi Yizhen stood at the door, looking seriously at his four younger brothers who seemed to be shining from head to toe: "And he even asked him to take care of you, how can you trouble the visiting guests like this? Is that what you were taught?"

The four Fujishiro bowed their heads obediently to admit their mistake. At noon, they wanted to interrupt Natsume's work to let him rest, but the other party's whole-hearted posture made people unable to bear to interrupt, and the result was not until the four short knives were all done. just stopped.

Natsume wanted to sit up, but his legs softened and he sat back again. He scratched his hair and smiled embarrassedly: "I seem to be so hungry that I don't have the energy to stand up."

In the first phase, he took advantage of his father-in-law's expertise, and directly picked up the tired child: "Dinner is ready, Shinano, you go out and help Ishikiri Marudon arrange the dishes, and move faster."

"receive."

The four short knives who received the order quickly ran away from the house. Feeling Natsume's slightly trembling body, he felt a little distressed: "Let them do these things. If you are interested, take care of it." That's enough, how can you be self-willed with them."

"Because I want to be a competent judge."

Natsume's voice reached Yiqi Yizhen's ears.

what……? !

In the first issue, he lowered his head to look at Natsume in his arms, and found that the other person's eyes were not joking: "You... no, who told you... no, I mean..."

The broken words represented a flustered heart, and he walked into the dining room with Natsume in his arms.

"Hello everyone."

Natsume greeted them with shaking arms that were still sore. He had seen Fu Sangshen here before, and that guy Fudo Xingguang turned his head away arrogantly when he saw him. Didn't he just remind him when he was in office that day? Don't drink alcohol or you won't grow taller. I haven't forgotten the grudge for so long.

Alas, compared to me, a real elementary school student, Fudo is even more childish.Natsume couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, feeling that he still had a long time to go before he wanted to be a competent examiner.

Except for Mikazuki Zongjin's knowing, the other fusangshen were a little bit puzzled. Maybe Natsume was just called to play by the god judge, otherwise there is no other excuse to explain the current situation.

Among them, Yiqi Yizhen is probably the one with the most complicated mood. Now he really wants to share with others the meaning behind what Natsume said just now, because he doesn't want to understand it from the surface, because he doesn't believe that Natsume will become their judges.

His brain was running wildly, and then Shinano grabbed his sleeve.

"What's wrong, Shinano?"

"Brother Yiqi." Shinano's expression was also a bit complicated, "You have been drinking soup with chopsticks, do you want me to replace it with a spoon for you?"

There was only Yiqi Yizhen alone at the whole dinner table, and he dipped his chopsticks into his mouth with soup. The short knives felt like their brother Yiqi had probably lost his mind.

"Feel sorry."

Yiqi Yizheng calmly changed to a spoon and started his dinner again, showing that what was just now was an illusion and did not exist.