[Comprehensive] Fusangshen

The middle-aged man in police uniform ran all the way, but finally stopped due to exhaustion.

He gasped for breath while leaning on his knees, while looking up and looking around.

Then he saw that not far away hung an elaborate exhibition board with a famous sword painted on it, and "Swords and Swords Exhibition" was written in the center.

"So it's this place."

The man wiped off his sweat, then murmured with lingering fear: "By the way, what is that thing just now?"

Probably because there was no substantial damage, and the Tianmu lamp was too small to see clearly.

So the man closed his eyes fiercely, and thought as if to comfort himself: Maybe it was because of his blind eyes that he saw it wrong.

Thinking of this, the beating heart slowly calmed down.

The sword exhibition area is located in the center of the entire Tokyo National Museum, and it is more convenient to go to all directions.

The men of the large army who had left stayed in place for a while, and planned to cross this area to join their companions.

The man then walked into the exhibition area.

Then, he suddenly saw a white figure.

Man: ...Damn it, he shouldn't run into ghosts again in broad daylight, right? !

The man swallowed hard, and then carefully pressed his hand on the baton at his waist.

He moved towards that place step by step, his body trembling involuntarily.

In the end, he stuck behind the nearest showcase, and then suddenly rushed out from this corner, holding a baton and shouting loudly: "Don't move, police!"

The other party seemed to be taken aback by him, but for a while, he really did not move obediently.

The man finally saw clearly at this time, he found that this white figure was only a half-grown boy——

The young man was slender, dressed in white, with a black armor on his right shoulder.

His hair was curled up a little irregularly, looking very playful and cute.

The boy was sitting on the ground with one hand on his bent right leg, as if he was waiting for someone.

But at this moment, as if startled by the man's sudden utterance, the boy opened his round eyes wide, looking innocent and harmless.

Seeing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief as if discouraged, and his nervous heart finally let go of his throat.

After calming down, the man frowned again, and said to the boy severely and reproachfully: "Which family are you from? I don't know that the museum is under martial law and no one is allowed to stay here... Where are your parents?" ?”

Hearing this, the young man blinked, thought for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Are you talking about my family... They are here, and they will be able to come out in a while."

The man followed the boy's gaze and found that he was guarding a display case.

The words "Sword School—Zhenzong" were written on the window of the showcase.

At the same time, there are also small business cards below, listing the names and related introductions of the swords inside in detail.

The man glanced at it casually, and spotted several familiar knife names——

Taiko Bell Sadamune, Kikko Sadamune...and, Mukichi Sadamune.

If you wonder why men pay special attention to Wuyoshi Zhenzong, it is because, on the top of this business card, the place where Wuyoshi Zhenzong should have been displayed——

Already empty.

What happened here, the cultural relics were stolen before the bomb was found? !

Unexpectedly, at such a critical juncture, there are still people who dare to commit crimes against the wind... Calm down and think about it, the gate of the museum is guarded by the Green Team, and the thief cannot escape. Hiding right around here!

The man's sharp eyes shot around, trying to find clues.

However, after looking around, the man found nothing.

At this moment, the boy who had been sitting on the ground suddenly asked curiously: "Are you looking for something, maybe I can help."

Hearing the words, the man replied absently: "Ah, I'm looking for a messenger."

After finishing speaking, the man seemed to have remembered something, and asked the boy, "You have been here just now, have you seen anything suspicious?"

"Hmm, there's no one suspicious. But Wakizawa..."

The young man stretched out his left hand, which was under his leg all the time, and he was holding a sword in that hand: "Is this what you said?"

The man seemed dazed for a moment.Then, he looked at the boy, then at the sword in his hand, and then at the picture pasted on the showcase.

After several comparisons, the man was outraged: "How dare you steal cultural relics at such a young age?!"

"I didn't steal it, it was originally mine."

Seemingly misunderstood, the boy frowned in distress.

The man sneered disdainfully, showing that he didn't believe it: "Okay, handcuff me obediently. If you have anything to say, go back to the police station and talk about it."

"Although I don't know where the police station is, I can't leave yet."

The boy looked at him, looking serious and stubborn: "Because I have to convey luck to everyone right now."

The man was a little confused, but he still decided to forcibly take the boy away first.

At this time, a lazy voice suddenly came from the side: "I said, he already said that he doesn't want to leave."

The voice sounded extremely tired, as if the speaker was about to fall asleep in a second.

——Is there anyone else in this place?

This question crossed the man's mind for a moment.

But the man soon had no time to think about it.Because immediately, two other voices came over——

"That's right, King Ai Ranming can't stand it anymore."

"Clang—the so-called finale is here!"

The man raised his head and followed the prestige, and saw three people walking slowly not far away——

In the lead is a red-haired boy with a Band-Aid on his nose.

Then there was a green-eyed boy in a military uniform, with a big sword much taller than himself on his back.

At the end is a purple-haired young man wearing glasses.That look of lack of energy somehow made the man think of Fushimi Saruhiko from the blue team.

"Hey, here are Aizen Kunitoshi, Hotaru, and Akashi Kuniyu!"

The boy who was sitting on the ground stood up all of a sudden, looking very happy.

"Because the display cabinet of Lai Pai happened to be next to it, so I came over to take a look when I heard the sound."

The red-haired boy pointed at himself with a thumb, and said with a grin, "As you know, I am Aizen Kunijun. Please teach me more, Wuji Zhenzong."

The boy named Wuji Zhenzong bent his eyebrows and showed a lovely smile like an angel: "It really helped a lot."

"You, you guys... who the hell are you?!"

Special costumes and sabers, plus weird dialogue.The man felt that he was starting to panic a little.

Hotaru supported the military cap on his head, then raised his head and said, "Us? In human terms, it's probably the so-called Fusangshen."

"Fu Sangshen?"

The man froze for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

At this moment, Akashi Guoxing, who had always seemed lazy, suddenly raised his eyes and murmured thoughtfully: "It's coming, the second wave."

Man: ...Although I don't know what it means, I don't know why I have a bad feeling.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of spiritual power that only Fu Sangshen could see reappeared, and they washed the entire museum like waves.Numerous cultural relics were moistened by it, emitting a light and ethereal hum.

Then, the originally very deserted, even eerily quiet museum suddenly became full of people.

The man even heard very clearly the beast-like roar from not far away, as if something had completely woken up from a deep sleep.

- But it's more than that.

This empty sword exhibition area was originally only a place where cold swords were stored.

All of a sudden, there were more than a hundred people.

The man saw with certainty that all the swords in the display windows disappeared in an instant, and then, as if replacing them, this group of guys with different costumes just appeared in front of each display case out of thin air.

Moreover, these guys are all holding a sword in their hands, and talking to themselves——

"Ishikirimaru worships, do you need me to hold a sacrifice to purify and eliminate disasters?"

"Hi ha ha ha ha, come on Yan Rong, do you want to compete with me!"

"Smiling Qingjiang, although it is a strange name, but..."

"I am Muramasa Thousand Characters, yes, the Muramasa known as the Demon Sword. Everyone is obsessed with my enchanting charm, how about it, do you want me to take it off?"

"Dragonfly Cut... Also, Muramasa is really a good boy..."

"...Jiang Xuezuo's words. A knife is worth nothing, so why wake me up?"

"My name is Horikawa Kunihiro, have you met Mr. Kanehiro?"

"I'm right next to you, Horikawa... Well, the handsome and popular famous sword, Izumi Mori Kanesada, come and report!"

"I am Taro Tachi, and as you can see, the size is not suitable for human use."

"He's called Jiro Tachi, and like his big brother Taro Tachi, it's a sword used for enshrining... Well, by the way, do you have wine here?"

……

There are many more like this.

However, the man with a sluggish face had no time to listen carefully.Or rather, he refused to believe it.

"Just let it go!"

At this time, a small crisp sound sounded, which seemed a bit out of place among the male voices: "Fusangshen of the sword, put away your bodies...I, I am super fierce!"

The newly born Touken Fusangshin, although there are some strange guys among them (Senji Muramasa, Kikko Sadamune:?)

But, at heart, they are all good people.

In addition, the visitor did not have any murderous intent, on the contrary, that little Fu who was sitting in the teacup was in a state of bluff, which instead made people feel helpless.

Therefore, all the Fusangshen didn't feel embarrassed, as if they were taking care of the young juniors, they all moved the place tacitly and made way for a way.

Sensing the kindness of the Sword Fusangshen, the celadon lion breathed a sigh of relief, then with the Tianmu lamp on its head, it passed between the Fusangshen.

Tianmuzhan saw the man in police uniform surrounded in the center at a glance, so he couldn't help pointing with his little hand: "I found you!"

Tianmuzhan was brought to the front of the man, and then the celadon lion deliberately bent down so that the little girl Tianmuzhan could look parallel to the man.

Tianmuzhan stood at the bottom of the bowl, put his hands on his waist and said, "Why did you run just now? Now you look at me carefully, and then answer - am I cute?"

The man stared at him silently for a few seconds, the air seemed to be quiet for a while, and then——

"Hey, Celadon Lion, what does it mean he fainted?"

"This... probably because you were stimulated and frightened?"

The celadon lion looked worriedly at the man who fell on the ground: If you read correctly, this guy must have vomited his soul.

Thumbelina·Tianmuzhan: Too much, too much!

Now that the man has fainted, even Tianmuzhan, who is extremely obsessed with cuteness, can't help it.

So, she grabbed the celadon lion's hair and signaled to leave.

The celadon lion had just taken a leg when it was suddenly stopped.

It was Wuji Zhenzong who called it, and Fu Sangshen looked a little puzzled: "Well, there is one thing that I have been very concerned about since the beginning..."

……

Outside the Tokyo National Museum.

Fushimi Saruhiko looked at the police officers who ran out in a panic, clicked his tongue lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Yes, is there a ghost?!"

"The cultural relic, the cultural relic moved by itself!"

"There are so many monsters inside!"

This group of police officers looked as if they had just experienced a catastrophe, their clothes were messy, they looked embarrassed, and they spoke with unconcealable panic.

Fushimi Saruhiko's first reaction was that the Green King had taken some kind of action in order to prevent them from finding the bomb.

But in the next second, a voice sounded——

"Dao Ming Si, draw your sword urgently!"

Following these words, a cyan energy light cluster rushed out of the museum.

The ball of light hit the road at the entrance of the museum squarely, setting off a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Fushimi Saru Hiko frowned slightly, looking a little annoyed: "Didn't I say, don't use supernatural powers in the museum?"

Those cultural relics are very fragile. If even a little bit is accidentally damaged, those old men from the cultural relics protection association will probably go to the youth group to make trouble for a long time.

Andy Daomingsi, a member of the youth team, didn't care at all, but hurriedly shouted: "Stop them quickly! Don't let them escape!"

Fushimi raised his eyebrows: They?Who is that?

Then, under everyone's amazed eyes, a huge figure flew out from the gate of the museum in a godlike way——

It was a dragon that only existed in the legends of the Hua Kingdom, and it held an ancient relic of dragon walking in its mouth.

When the tall dragon passed by the crowd, reluctantly gave the group of humans a look, then flicked the dragon's tail with a look of disgust, and continued to walk out.

Behind the dragon, followed by a three-color horse snorting, a three-color camel, a palm-sized colorful bird, and a swan with wings...

There was even a human-like maid carrying a tray.The maid pursed her lips timidly at the crowd and smiled, then waved her belt, leaving without any regrets.

There are also picture scrolls of themselves floating randomly, shuttling through this team, and a group of demons dancing in various concave shapes.

Everyone: It feels like I'm missing out on the whole world.

Fushimi Sarubigu took out the terminal with dead eyes: "Hey, director, something happened here... Although you may not believe it, the cultural relics have fled collectively."

The author has something to say: Reiji Munakata: What the hell? !

The Green King of Real-time Monitoring: Have cultural relics learned to evacuate independently these years? !

Cultural relics: There is no five insurances and one housing fund, no beautiful ladies, and old faces (experts) every day.Just like this, you still want us to show it for nothing, what a beautiful idea!go away!