God judge, her career is paramount

Higekiri looked out the window, the blue sky was dyed a tinge of red in his eyes.

The wind blew into the room, lifted the hem of his clothes, and the documents on the table were blown away, making a rattling sound.

The moment he realized that the God Judge was going to kill him, tremors crawled up his neck, his pupils constricted, and the excitement he felt was no less than when she was holding him in her hand.

Suo Xing Xiwan arrived in time to make her interrupt her speech spirit, and finally she had to let go of her murderous intention because of some concerns... Everything was expected.

He should be very satisfied with this. As the leader, she is brave and decisive, and after she calms down, she can continue to deal with him falsely and pretendingly.

... But at this moment, there was some unreasonable dissatisfaction in his heart.

Mustache unconsciously raised his hand to caress between his chest and abdomen, there seemed to be a fire burning there, and the tongue of fire licked his abdominal wall, bringing a faint sense of hunger.

Is it because of lack of spiritual power?Higakiri was thoughtful, as if he had this feeling when he lacked spiritual power last time.

Mustache raised his hand to close the window rail, but he didn't slam it dead, but concealed it, so that the judge would want to come back through the window.

When he left the inquisitor's table, the breakfast plate was still on the table. He noticed that the porridge in the bowl had hardly dropped. After the boiled eggs were peeled, they were thrown directly into the porridge, and were stirred into a pale yellow paste by the host.

Mustache raised his eyebrows: "Well, speaking of it, children of this age seem to be picky eaters."

……

If the god judge heard this, he would put the bowl of porridge on his face.

God knows how many times the mind of the interrogator has gone back and forth in just such a short while.

Should we trust Higiri's voice?If you don't believe it, then just kill him with the spirit of words?But Fu Sangshen himself has a certain chance of getting his memory.

Then talk about conditions?But with his real name exposed, he was already at a disadvantage.

Then use magic to imprison?Wait, let's not talk about where she got such a profound and evil secret method, and secondly, imprisoning him still can't completely solve this threat, but it will add other troubles. ... The judge quickly dismissed this idea.

So... in the end she can't do anything?

The God Judge flew over the Honmaru, with the cold wind blowing past his ears, looking at the familiar plants and trees below, but felt extremely strange in his heart.

The real name is the bottom line, and above that is the introvert and the outing, and the trust between her and the sword man can be established, and the following series of emotions, such as loyalty, love, and admiration, can be established.

Once the bottom line is breached, everything above it becomes a castle in the air, and even without external force to destroy it, it can collapse from the inside bit by bit.

"Owner!"

The troop in battle just came out from the altar of time and space, and the short knives waved at her in a hurry. Behind him was an adult man with swords. Her blond hair glistened in the sun.

"Go into the room!" Before the judge could ask any more questions, he flew into the room first, took out the tools and put them in front of him.

Yiqi Yizhen followed in, he supported Yamabashi Kirihiro, put him on the stage, removed the body from his waist, turned around and handed the blue sheathed knife to the judge.

The god judge took the sword and said to the first phase: "Thank you, you guys should go to the recovery pool as well."

She pulled the knife out of the dark blue scabbard as lightly and quickly as possible. The dark gray knife was already covered with cracks, and there were two or three gaps in the middle of the blade, showing how fierce his master had used it to fight.

Yamabuki was lying on the table, clutching the front of his chest with one hand, breathing lightly and rapidly, his eyes closed tightly.He was almost covered in cuts and bruises, but he clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to let out a moan.

The examiner said in a deep voice: "Starting to buy it now, it may be a little irritating. If it hurts, you must tell me."

Shan Muqie gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just an imitation, not so..."

Before he could finish speaking, the god-inspector's powder stick had already been knocked down, and the spiritual power was channeled into his body through the powder stick and washed away in the blade.

Yamabukiri's pale face just now flushed with blood, and he couldn't help but let out a cry: "Uh..."

Judge: "Does it hurt?"

Speaking of which, she has readjusted her spiritual power and tried her best to control the output at a lower and stable level.

This time the powder stick brought no stimulation, pure spiritual power slowly flowed into the blade, like a pair of soft catkins caressing his body, the pain and fatigue dissipated wherever it went, and the wound was only itchy, as if he was going to die immediately. can heal.

Yamabagiri felt that she could even truly feel the hand of the God Judge. She disassembled her body, removed the handle and the blade, and she was holding the stem of the blade in her left hand, and she was wiping the blade with a thin tissue paper in her right hand. On the surface, all movements are gentle, as if treating a priceless treasure, without the slightest impatience.

He could even feel her every effort, the palm pressed against the knife surface, the soft flesh even slightly sank into the blood groove on the back of the knife, making Yamabuki fear that her hand would be cut by his own knife edge.

As her fingertips wiped the surface of the knife finely through a tissue, spiritual power also flowed into his body at the same time, first the itching of the wound, then the numbness of the muscles and nerves, and finally the trembling feeling that went deep into the bone marrow, as if his whole body was being shattered. Freshen up.

... He has never been taken into such a cherished hand.

Yamabuchi turned his head to the side, letting his face stick to the cold stone platform, not looking at the person who was helping him, but the eyelashes on the tightly closed eyelids kept trembling, slightly oozing moisture.

Powdering, wiping, oiling, and powdering, the manual process is to repeat this process continuously, during which the spiritual power is drawn into filaments, and gently introduced into Fu Sangshen's body... The god judge silently recited this procedure in his heart, trying to put He concentrated on the hands in front of him, but his chaotic thoughts could not be separated from Higakiri.

She has always believed that the relationship between herself and the sword men is not just a cold superior-subordinate relationship. She has always tried to do what a lord should do, get rid of selfish desires, bury negative emotions deep in her heart, protect them on the battlefield, fight In the end, I tried my best to recover and compensate them, to meet their needs as much as possible in life, and to respond emotionally to their loyalty and love for me...

She has always believed that although she is not perfect, she has done what she should do to the best, at least it will not make the men with swords hate her, to the point where she wants to hide herself.

... Where did it go wrong?What on earth does Hikiri want to do?

What awakened her was the cherry petals fluttering lightly on her face. The examiner raised his head in surprise, and saw pink cherry petals floating all over the room, falling on his shoulders and hands, and even the surface of the knife in his hand was stained. A few petals, and the source of these cherry blossoms...

Yamabuchi lay on the stage with his eyes closed, the back of his head facing the examiner, the pinnae of his ears exposed between his blond hair was slightly red, and he hadn't realized that he had unconsciously caused a rain of cherry blossoms.

Sakura blowing snow?

The judge couldn't laugh or cry. It's not that she has never seen Sakura Fubuki, but men usually control their emotions after blowing her sword once. Many blades will also be able to clean up the mess they blow out after seeing other blades bitterly. Subconsciously controlled it, so Sakura Fubuki was really rare in the past two years.

Seeing that the rain of cherry blossoms was turning into a storm of cherry blossoms, the examiner had no choice but to stop and call out helplessly, "Yamabagiri?"

Yamabachi trembled almost invisibly, and the exposed ears became even redder, all the way to the base of the neck.

He whispered: "Don't, leave me alone... I'm fine."

The judge was a little surprised, didn't he realize that he was blowing snow in Sakura?I had to call out again: "Yamabagiri, you..."

"I'm fine!" Yamabukiri interrupted her again. He clenched his fist with the hand on his side, as if he had made up his mind, and said in one breath: "I went out against the spearmen this time. In order to kill That's why they got hurt! I didn't mean to trouble you. I, I won't let you down even if it's a fake! You said you hoped to be worthy of a knife, but I, but I don't think so I should be the one who said this, I, I will definitely be worthy of you!"

Although these words were incoherent, the sincerity contained in them still shocked the god judge.

She opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say for a while, and now she felt a bit sour, and she said after a while: "Well, thank you, you did a good job."

Yamabagiri: "..."

The rain of cherry blossoms suddenly turned into a storm of cherry blossoms, and pink cherry petals poured over the sky and covered the gods, making people wonder whether Sakura Fukixue could still lock the target.

The judge spread his five fingers and tried to block the petals, and called out again: "Yamabagiri, look around you!"

Only then did Yamabukiri open his eyes...and then his face was covered by cherry blossom petals rushing towards him.

"This is...!" Yamabuchi sat up in a hurry, and found that his body was covered with cherry petals. After realizing what happened, his face flushed instantly, holding a large pile of pink cherry petals, and his moist blue eyes were pitiful. He looked at her helplessly again.

"I, I would..."

"Don't move, your injury is still not fully healed." The judge stepped forward and pressed Yamabagiri's shoulder to push him back, but he didn't expect that this action would make Yamabuakiri's cherry petals blow more violently, making them flutter It was all over her face.

God judge: "..." What are you so happy about...

Seeing that his own Sakura Fubuki was about to drown his master, Yamabuchi was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, he jumped off his hands and entered the stage, forgetting about his stripped body, covered his face and escaped into the room.

The examiner: "...grab that Yamabagiri!"

Fortunately, there was a team of men with swords in the recovery room next door. Yamabasaki, who had just recovered from his slander, was caught by the short swords before he ran far, and was taken back by Yiqi Yizheng.

The petals of the cherry blossoms in the hand room can already reach the knees of the little dagger, and the first phase and Yizhen couldn't laugh or cry when they saw it. The little tigers who had retreated from the five tigers simply rolled around in the flower pond, flapping the petals like butterflies, having fun Happy.

Yamabuchi was lying on his side and curled up on the stage, wearing a tattered battle uniform, his back looked as if a god judge was going to rape him, and he would shake from time to time, and even after that, his sakura blowing snow didn't stop , soon covering itself in the petal pile.

The judge said helplessly: "Yamabuchi, if you don't control it, it may be difficult to clean up later."

There was a hint of choking in Shan Muqie's voice: "It's just an imitation, I, I don't know how to control it..."

God examiner: ... What is this all about?

Before he left, he walked up to Yamabukiri and said softly: "Yamabukiri-kun, please try to take a deep breath, inhale slowly for three seconds, then exhale for three seconds, and imagine Hatatoban or other insiders in your heart. The scene at work will soon calm down."

Yamabukiri resisted his shame and did as he did, and after a while, Sakura Fukiyuki stopped.

"Wow——" Wuhu Tui was stunned by the immediate effect, and said to Yiqi Yiqi with starry eyes: "How did Brother Yiqi do it! I can't control it all the time..."

In the first phase, Yizheng coughed lightly, and his gaze involuntarily shifted a little to the God-inspector: "I... just heard about it."

After the irrelevant swordsman left, the entry also ended soon.

Yamabachi stepped down and entered the stage, lowered his head and ran to the dressing room next door to change out of the blood-stained uniform, and then came out wrapped in a new white cloth, with a broom in his hand, and began to clean up the room he had blown out. Cherry blossoms.

The god inspector is also packing up the tools at hand, putting the baking powder stick and clove oil back into the tool box.

When it was over, she squeezed her sore forearm, and sighed involuntarily, her body couldn't even hold hands for about an hour, let alone fight.

Yamabuchi noticed her sigh, thought it was because of him, and couldn't help whispering: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The god judge reassured: "Don't worry about it, things on the battlefield are uncertain."

"Oh..." Yamabuchi turned around and said sullenly, "But I still have to apologize, I'm sorry, I made this place dirty."

The judge didn't know how many times he felt helpless: "It's nothing."

The hand room was filled with pink cherry blossoms that had manifested spiritual power. When she breathed in, the light fragrance of cherry blossoms wafted on the tip of her nose.

The examiner picked up a petal of cherry blossom that was clipped to the side of his belt. Upon closer inspection, the lines on the cherry petals were clearly visible, exuding a light pink light of spiritual power and a faint fragrance.

She sighed softly: "The Government of Time said that Sakura Fubuki is the performance of the sword man when he is very happy and relaxed. I should be proud that I can make you Sakura Fubuki."

The judge showed a slight smile to Yamabuchi: "So, thank you very much."

Yamabagiri: "..."

The examiner: "...that, it's floating again."

In the end, a certain white mushroom almost produced the amount of cherry blossom trees in the entire Honmaru in early spring. Not only the cleaning staff today, but also the two teams that came out to help clean up.

Everyone pulled out all the cherry blossoms in the room together, packed them in big bags, sprinkled some of them into the lake as scenery, and used some of them as fertilizer... Jiang Xue Zuowen looked at his few acres of fields being covered The pollution-free fertilizer with sufficient spiritual power means goodness and goodness.

After this interruption, the judge was much more awake than when he first left the castle tower.

Seeing the words and deeds of other men with swords, she can be sure that her attitude towards getting along with men with swords is correct, at least there is no conflict, and no one who shakes the sword will fall secretly.

Then, the problem must still lie with Higakiri.

The god judge refused the kindness of the sword man to send her back to the castle tower, and walked back slowly along the gravel road, thinking about Higakiri's actions all the time in his mind.

Although this vibration knife often does unreasonable things, but when you think about it carefully, this vibration knife is never ambiguous in major matters, and its actions are all driven by a specific goal. For example, the night he asked her to listen to his heartbeat, his purpose No. [-] Once exposed - kill the enemy.

He lied to her that she had been tortured, and he came to her Honmaru, one of the goals must be the knee pill, and the ultimate goal is to kill No. 2.For this reason, he himself said, "Even if he is burned or broken, he will not hesitate."

And now that No. 2 is dead, and his goal in the previous stage has been achieved, it stands to reason that he shouldn't do anything else, but today he directly revealed in words that he knew his real name.

The real name is also a big deal, this Zhendao will not be ambiguous about this kind of thing, so it is absolutely impossible for him to just talk about it, then the purpose behind it is...

"Oh, you're back."

The judge raised her head, and before she knew it, she had already returned to the castle tower, the mustache came out in front of her, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, her golden eyes blinked, and her eyes swept over her face as if looking at her.

...Sizing up?

Combined with all the things that Higakiri had done to annoy her before, an almost absurd guess arose in the mind of the judge: this vibration of the knife could not have given her real name to provoke her just to see his reaction, right?

In a daze, she almost blurted out: "You..."

...Ji Jun...so direct.

The words that mustache had said to her once flashed through his mind, and the spirit of the interrogator froze, and he felt that she could not ask directly.

God examiner: "Have you... finished reading the official business?"

Hidekiri didn't seem to notice the change in her expression, and said with a gentle smile, "I've read the notice from the Government of Time, and there's still a mission report to go out."

After all, the judge only lived for less than 20 years, and he was a little blunt when he avoided Hikakiri's gaze: "Then show me the important ones, let's go."

Mustache: "Hmm~"

They walked up the stairs in tandem, the interrogator walked in front of her, and the mustache followed her unhurriedly with his long legs.

Suddenly... "Master, please wait a moment."

The judge stopped on the stairs, turned around and looked down at Mustache: "What's wrong?"

Hidekiri walked up two steps until he was at the same height as the judge, then took a step closer to her, and stretched out his hand.

The person in front of her was too close, and after she became shorter, Huqie was half a head taller than her, and she could only see his chin if she looked at him head-on, which felt quite oppressive to her, and the examiner couldn't help but He took half a step back, his shoulder and back muscles tensed, and he reflexively raised his hands in a push-and-go gesture.

On the contrary, Mustache took another step forward. This time, the movement was brisk, and the judge only saw the dark gray sweater approaching and leaving in front of her, leaving a faint refreshing breath in her nose, and then...

Hidekiri held a cherry blossom petal on his fingertips, took a step back to a normal distance, and looked at her with a smile: "A piece of cherry blossom snow has fallen on top of your head."

The god judge looked at the cherry blossom in his hand, her heart beat a little heavy for some reason, she tried her best to keep her voice steady: "Next time... just tell me."

Hidekiri brushed off the petals of the cherry blossoms casually, and agreed with all his heart: "Mmm~ definitely."

……

The Government of Time bypassed Fan Ji, No. 1 of Group A, and directly issued a notice to the God Judge, No. 4.

"From now on, the god judges will stop going out personally, and unless they are specially ordered, they are not allowed to enter any time and space in other worlds."

Mustache said unhurriedly: "If the organization code-named 'Chaldea' summons again, God Inspector No. 4 of Group A must respond to the call and report the information of the past world directly to the council. Note: This is a special task. At that time, investigators from the Supervision Department will come to cooperate with you to complete the task."

After finishing reading, Mustache looked at the judge, who waved his hand with no expression on his face.

Hikiri continued: "The second is the handover notice from the Guide Department... Your guide - code-named 'Sato', has retired, and the guide who will directly hand over the task rewards with you will be replaced by the guide Introduce 'Sen Island'. Your previous 'remuneration' has been rejected by the introduction department because it did not comply with the current government regulations. In order to make up for your loss, the introducer has applied for you to Jiazhou Jinwanliang, and four Two strikes of rare swords with flowers and above will be sent to your Honmaru together with your mission reward for this month. Please make an appointment with the guide Morishima in detail after reading."

After Hidekiri finished reading, he put down the document and looked at the judge quietly.

The judge kept poking at the porridge in the bowl. It had been more than an hour for her breakfast, and she hadn't eaten a few bites.

If the previous order to stop going out was still expected and acceptable, then the latter notice was like a naked|naked ridicule, making her realize her reality.

Look at my hand holding the spoon, it is a circle smaller than the previous pair, and it is much whiter. There are no calluses from practicing balls and knives in the palm, and the fingers are immature and weak, and even the hand can't last long.

Her world has been destroyed, her parents are gone, her friends are gone, and now even her body has changed... Even if she has not forgotten it, the traces left by the past are gradually dissipating, and her past life is getting closer and closer to her. Far.

The god judge had to realize that no matter how nice the government's promise was, no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to return to her original life.

She lowered her eyes to look at the porridge bowl, and suddenly a paper bag was handed to her in her field of vision.

"It's plum candy." Higiri said in a soft voice: "I bought it during the last expedition. You don't seem to have a good appetite. Come and eat a plum candy, the most appetizing."

The judge slowly picked up the candy from his hand: "Um...thank you."

Hikiri smiled: "If you have any difficulties, come and discuss with me."

He simply used Sanriyue Zongjin's words: "After all, I have lived for a thousand years, so I can be considered an experienced grandfather."

The judge didn't answer, she slowly peeled off the oiled paper wrapped around the plum candy, this piece of candy still carried someone's body temperature, it smelled sour and sweet, it did arouse her appetite a bit, and then... the oiled paper unfolded , I saw that the candies around the plum candy were all stuck to the oil paper, and the plums in the middle were also greasy. When the oil paper was removed, even the skin of the plum was torn off.

"...Higakiri." The judge said slowly, "How many days ago was your last expedition?"

A certain Zhen Laodao pointed at his chin with his finger, and said uncertainly: "Three days? A week? Maybe half a month ago?"

The demented old man didn't think about it, and said easily: "Well, it doesn't matter."

The judge expressionlessly pulled the candy off with a spoon and pressed it into the bottom of the porridge.

"I didn't encounter any difficulties." The judge seemed to give up his persistence, and said, "It's just that I miss my previous life."

Higiri: "Are you referring to the life before becoming a god judge?"

The inquisitor's heart tightened, but his face remained calm, his eyes only fell on the porridge bowl, and the spoon was turned over and over again.

Judge: "Yes."

Mustache smiled softly: "The past is always hard to let go, well, even the knife is the same, always thinking about your former master."

The judge raised his eyes and looked at him: "You also miss Genji?"

Higakiri smiled lightly, and took the words of Mikazuki Zongjin again: "It is impossible not to think about it, after all, I have only been a human being for two or three years, and the thousand years of making knives is where most of my memories lie."

Higakiri showed a smile: "But, although I always talk about the treasure of Genji, but after living for so many years, many things don't matter. The name will change with the user, and so will the honor and disgrace. Time passes and the situation changes. Looking at it now, It’s the moment that I miss the most.”

The judge was silent for a while, then turned his head and whispered: "It doesn't matter, then where did you get the murderous look when you were facing No. 2?"

Mustache cut out a haha: "I'm really sorry about that."

"I really wanted to kill him at the time, but now I've done it, thanks to you." Higiri smiled easily, his golden eyes were clear and bright: "The pursuit now is to continue with the current life and live a leisurely life. Well... ...It would be nice if Hata Toban was less."

The judge was stunned, but Huqie's eyes suddenly flickered: "Well... I'm really sorry before."

The judge took a breath.

Hidekiri lowered his eyes and continued: "I'm talking about the day I killed No. 2, I'm sorry, my obsession has affected you, so you..."

The author has something to say: The Tsurumaru you want... probably in the next chapter?