God judge, her career is paramount

Shipping forged knives is a kind of metaphysics, depending on fate.

The materials that should be burned by the god judge were burned, and the talisman that should be krypton was burned, and he also humbly asked his friends for advice on how to control his spiritual power to adapt to the fluctuation of spiritual power of the sword, etc., and the result...

Scrapped materials piled up in a hill, not only did Higakiri not come, but not even a shikitachi.

The judge said violently: "No more forging!"

It is impossible.

She handed over the task of forging knives to Kinmaru, and left with angry steps, ordered a team of swords to go out, and marched back like chopping melons and vegetables to adjust her mood.

God judges are not very good at finding things to do for themselves, but the sword men are different.

For a while, Ranto Shiro and California Kiyomitsu bought some small skirts for her to wear, and for a while, Izumi Mori and Nagasone came to play with her.Coupled with all kinds of hand-to-hand discussions and business affairs, the examiner has a sense of compactness for 24 hours in 48 hours a day.Half a day in Honmaru and half a day in this world, once life gets busy, the promise of forging knives is forgotten.

Is it because the official business is not approved or it is not cool enough to play?Looking at the stacks of completed official duties on the table and the corpses of the retrograde army that are dissipating all over the floor, I feel a sense of accomplishment. How can it be like a forging knife that burned a whole warehouse of her materials and still didn't see half of the knife?

Of course, the god judge occasionally wonders why the recent Honmaru is so harmonious?Before she could figure out why, the next official job to be dealt with came again.

The person who came was not a close servant, but because he successfully became the captain of the second team, he often came to the castle tower to hand over the formation report.

The blue-haired Tachi had a gentle smile, with his right hand on his left chest, and he bowed like a real prince: "Master, this is the record of today's battle. Return unharmed."

"Well, well done." The judge simply flipped through the report, and said casually: "I've been working hard recently, the first issue. How many times have you won the reputation in a row?"

In the first phase, he raised his eyebrows and frowned: "The sixth time."

The judge recalled: "Those who have won the honor six times in a row will receive an extra 500 Jiazhou Gold Pawn this month. Congratulations, first installment."

Yizheng bowed lightly again, and said softly, "Thank you, master. Actually...compared to this, I..."

He hesitated for a while, and the judge looked at him honestly: "What? Do you want other rewards?"

"It's not..." Yiqi lowered his eyes as if covering up, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes flickered, and his voice was still the same gentle: "If possible, please take me with you when you go out next time, whether as a subordinate Or...a saber is fine, I hope I can share your worries more."

What he said... the judge was dumbfounded.

She has never carried a tachi or a sword in a battle mission. All Honmaru knows that she is used to using wakizashi and short swords, and the only two battles where she uses mustakiri have unavoidable reasons.Coupled with the fact that she has been practicing Taidao for a short time, that experience, not to mention Hikakiri, is not enough for any Taidao man.

So you still ask yourself to be her saber?If there is no matter about Higakiri, the interrogator might laugh it off, but with Hikakiri’s affection for her beyond the relationship between master and slave, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga’s unfinished words after that day, the interrogator has to say more think.

She considered it: "You are interested, thank you. Of course you can go out in battle. As for the saber... I have to wait until I have perfected my skills. At present, I will not take the Taidao out in battle."

Yiqi Yizheng bowed for the third time and said, "Thank you very much."

It was already his limit to be able to say this, and this tachi, who had engraved gentleness and honesty into his bones, would definitely not be able to make a blatant and direct move like Hikari.

Perhaps, somewhere in his heart, he still hopes that he can express his feelings frankly, but facing her clear and calm eyes, he can't say anything for a while, so he can only use more and more respectful actions. and words to maintain an appearance of calm.

Seeing that Yizhen did not express anything else in the first phase, the interrogator thought he was thinking too much, so he was relieved, asked a few more questions about the mission, and let him leave.

Yiqi Yizhen walked out of the castle tower, and two Toshiro ran towards him, Ran and Natsuo ran towards the castle tower excitedly, seeing Yiqi Yizhen waved his hand to say hello, and the wind blew past his elder brother.

"Eh...you..."

In the first phase, he wanted to stop it, but Cattail poked his head out on the stairs and shouted to him: "Wanwu has a scene charm, we want the master to change the decoration of Honmaru!"

Ranto Shiro also shouted: "It's wisteria~ the kind that glows at night! It's so beautiful!"

"...Don't trouble the master."

Yiqi Yizhen gave a symbolic exhortation, sighed and walked towards Awataguchi-in.

Recently, the excitement of welcoming back the master has not dissipated, and there are not many missions to go out. The younger brothers have a lot of free time to explore all kinds of fun, and pestering the gods to add decorations to the pill is one of them.

To a certain extent, I am happy to see the success of the first issue, which can make the owner focus on other sword men, which is better than being robbed of attention by mustaches every day.

And... In the first phase, I took a deep breath of the cold and clear air in the early spring, looked back at the top of the castle tower above the cherry trees, and a smile appeared on her mouth——she came back, and there was nothing to do between her brows With the depression in front of him, he acts a little more leisurely, and he can often see a smile from the heart on his face.

He doesn't know what happened when she left, but the fact that she's back and happy is enough to cheer him up, and the rest is...

There were voices at the end of the path.

"...The change of Yonglu?"

"How about it, can Gu Gu recall this period of history?"

"Since then, how much can I recall..."

At the end of the road, under a few bud-laden cherry trees, Toshiro Goku came out, beside him was the sword of the Sanjo family - Mikazuki Munechi.

Both blades are wearing formation uniforms, but they are not equipped with armor.

"At that time, Ashikaga-sama put me and many swords on the ground to face each other. When one blade was curled, I switched to another one and continued, shouting 'General Jianhao is here'... But, I don’t know if you are among them. "

"Hahaha, it's enough to be able to recall these things. We will need us for the next battle mission..."

Seeing the oncoming Yiqi Yizheng, Sanri Yuezong stopped talking, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Oh, I'm back."

Gu Gu also looked at his elder brother and said: "Brother Yiqi, it's been hard work in battle."

One issue, one shock: "You guys are..."

"Go to the master to discuss the new joint battlefield." Bone Gu replied: "There is intelligence analysis that the next target of the retrograde army should be between the 16th and 17th centuries. The Yonglu Change or the Battle of Sekigahara are both possible."

Sanriyue Zongjin said with a smile: "It happened to be the time when we were both active. I recommended Gu Gu as the captain to lead the team out. I mentioned it a few times, and finally convinced him."

Yizheng was also a little surprised when he heard the words in the first issue. He always thought that his younger brother didn't like to stand out.

But Gu Gu still had a desolate look: "Master has started to learn to use other types of swords, and my time as a saber will inevitably decrease in the future. Why don't I take the initiative to take on more responsibilities and share her worries."

Now he can fulfill the duties of the captain.

Suddenly, his mood was indescribably subtle. When he was trying to become the master's saber, his younger brother who had already received such an honor embarked on a different path.

"Then let's go first." Bone Ghou nodded to his elder brother, passed him and walked towards Tianshou Pavilion.

First issue: "Hmm..."

Sanri Yue Zongjin followed him, and after passing the first stage, he seemed to want to say something, paused, and finally said simply: "Let's go first, the first stage hall. If you have time, come to Santiaoyuan to sit. I have a new pot of tea."

Yiqi looked at the back of the two blades leaving with complicated eyes.

"Share her worries...?"

The purpose of the bone ghoul has not changed from the very beginning, and it has been working hard in one direction.And I... what exactly am I pursuing?

……

In Honmaru, the examiner observed for a few days and found no sign of any similarity to the mustache of the year, so he turned his attention away from it, and it was tiring to always look at the surrounding swords with suspicious eyes, especially It is a huge psychological pressure.

Other than that, the God Judge has been quite comfortable these past few days, Honmaru is back on track, the government of Time does not bother her, and the tense training in this world has come to an end, she takes care of both sides, her life is busy but fulfilling.

This continues until March 12, two days before White Day.

The inquisitor wakes up early in the morning at his home in this world, changes his clothes, washes up, eats breakfast, packs his schoolbag and walks out of the house: "I'm going out!"

"Good luck~"

The inquisitor, who was going to school full of energy, did not expect what would happen to him half an hour later.

A certain transfer student who had disappeared for nearly a month came and blocked the interrogator at the corner of the stairs. He smiled and took a few steps forward, locking her between the corner of the wall and his arms with a bang.

"Ah~ Patriarch, good morning~" Mustache laughed with a black background, his voice was as soft as cotton candy, but it was a pity that the sandwich was stuffed with black sesame seeds.

"You!..." The judge was about to get angry reflexively, and the next second he suddenly remembered what he had promised, and the unkindled anger was extinguished with a bang...

"Oh, it seems that the Patriarch has remembered." Mustacheri smiled, with small canine teeth showing under his lips: "Is the Patriarch planning to be angry? To me who has been faithfully waiting in Gao Tianyuan for nearly a month following your order?"

God examiner: "Eh...?" A month has passed? !

At less than half an arm's length away, this Shintachi smile was extremely lethal...literally lethal.

The god judge said with a guilty conscience: "Don't you also know that I am not good at forging knives... I have been forging this time, and I have consumed a lot of materials..."

Mustache sighed softly, brushing the broken hair from the sideburns of the judge with his breath, and the posture of embracing the judge added a sense of oppression to him: "If you can't forge it, you can find me with your prayers, even if you don't I need to come to the shrine, as long as you call out my name in this world, I will appear in front of you, and you can use the locator or other methods to bring me back to Honmaru."

The judge slowly widened her eyes, why didn't she think that there was such a way!

Mustache said with a half smile but not a smile: "Oh? It seems that I really didn't expect it. If I don't come to you today, how long will it be before you think of me?"

The examiner's eyes drifted: "Also, it won't be long..."

Mustache narrowed his eyes: "It seems that he really forgot about me."

God examiner: ...So it was a cliché? ! !

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