Stable Polarized Practice

"It's appeared, it's appeared! Let Soichirou-kun wear a green goblin!"

Sakata Gintoki's physical fitness is unbelievable. He and Takasugi Shinsuke almost broke his chest and abdomen after the bloody fight. If Takasugi's knife was deeper, it would be able to make the once famous on the battlefield "White Yasha" had a lot of internal organs leaking out—even if it wasn't serious enough, Sakata Gintoki's injury was not serious. In the evening, he was successfully transferred to the general ward, and after a day, he could even sit leisurely on the bed and yell at Anding and Qingguang who had just entered the door.

"... Huh?" The silver curly-haired man who was wrapped into half a rice dumpling pointed at him. The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen was stunned for a moment, and blinked in surprise.

The girl with orange hair and a steamed bun was biting a piece of vinegar kelp, her eyes glowed when she saw the two blades who came in with a condolence fruit basket, and she rushed towards the fruit basket with precise aim, and put her face on it with a happy face. Rubbing on the fruit, he noticed Fu Sangshen who was looking down at him curiously.

"Wow——really Alu! It's the little fairy who made the bastard's head so green that he cried and cut off his own oo!"

"Hey, don't say such dirty things! Kagura, you are a girl!"

"It's so long-winded, Xin Baji, you can see for yourself."

Shimura Shinpachi pushed his glasses and complained: "Also Yin-san, don't always say things that will be silenced. If this continues, our silver mother will be treated as a little yellow-ohhhhhhhhh!"

The moment he turned around and saw the black-haired Fu Sangshen clearly, a certain guy with glasses who was the main body also held his face and shouted: "It's really a little fairy that makes Okita-kun's head green!!!"

Qingguang: "..."

What, what's going on with these people... Qing Guang, who has never been subjected to such an unlimited mental attack, was at a loss. He subconsciously looked at the little friend next to him, and was shocked to find that the little friend had a normal face. I don't think there's anything wrong with it at all!

"An, An Ding, this is..."

"This is Dana of the Wanshiwu I told Qingguang about." An Ding didn't get the shock of his companion at all, and even tilted his head in doubt: "Did Qingguang forget?"

Qingguang: "..."

Of course he couldn't forget it so quickly!But that's not what he asked!He wants to know An Ding, why are you so natural?An Ding, do you really think their way of speaking is normal?Don't you feel that something called "morality" is a bit shaky? !

(An Ding: No.)

"Hey, I said beautiful girl, you won't just lead this little goblin to the Shinsengumi, will you? Did Soichiro hunt you down with a bazooka?" The silver curly rice dumplings on the hospital bed were wrapped in Pig's trotters rubbed their chins with their hands, and then put on a deep expression and said, "I heard that your Shinsengumi recruited two super powerful foreign aids to stop the fleet of the Heavenly Daoists. Yinsang suspects The so-called foreign aid association, can you recommend it to Yinsang, and try to let Lake Toya siege and so on..."

An Ding: "Oh, I didn't ask for foreign aid. It was me and Qingguang who intercepted the fleet."

An Ding grabbed the disobedient messy hair, and said in a slightly hesitant tone: "There are too many enemies, we only stopped them for a while, and then Uncle Matsudaira arrived with the fleet to stop them." ... and what is the swastika?"

"Huh? You two?" The silver curly-haired man immediately lay back on the bed with dead fish eyes again, and tried to pick his nostrils with his hands wrapped in rice dumplings: "It must be the Lingzi under the feet to stand in the sky Yes, Yinsang won't be fooled by you, Yinsang's determination to learn Swastika is unbreakable! Even if you are a beautiful girl, you are the dream of thousands of dead houses, unless you can fly."

"...can fly?" An Ding was taken aback for a moment.

"Although I can't fly, Qingguang can do it... But how did Danna know?" An Ding blinked with some doubts: "Has anyone mentioned Qingguang to Danna?"

Sakata Gintoki: "..."

kindness?What?Yinsang heard right?Hey, Yinsang is really just kidding!Has spring come for Yinsang's apprenticeship?Will the next step be to learn the swastika?Oops, which lines are better to use, [beep——] Let’s get up, Lake Toya?Oops, isn't that kind of obscene?

The room was quiet for a moment, and then, at the next moment, the silver curly hair that was still paralyzed on the hospital bed just now disappeared instantly, and turned over and rolled off the bed at an extremely short speed, like a sudden scrape in a peaceful room. There was a gust of wind, and a second later, Sakata Gintoki, who was wrapped in bandages like a rice dumpling, knelt on one knee in front of Dadao with black hair and a bewildered face, and shouted forcefully, "San San! When will we Start learning swastika?!"

Qingguang: "...Huh? Huh?! What happened?!!"

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This world is so strange... Blade couldn't help but complain.

Sending out the same emotion as the little friend who just came here, Qingguang felt relieved that fortunately they could leave immediately, otherwise they might be infected with some strange way of speaking after staying here for a long time, he didn't want to be here What strange vocabulary popped up when talking with the master!

The initial knife who had worried a lot muttered in his heart in a complicated mood. This place is really too dangerous. After returning home, he had to persuade An Ding not to keep trying to run here (yes, before returning to Honmaru, An Ding was already thinking about going here.) I often come here for a walk...), besides the strange smell that is particularly easy to be infected, there is also a chestnut head that is eyeing you!

The final farewell to that chestnut head made Qingguang 12 points vigilant, but unexpectedly, that guy didn't have much reaction... Probably it has a lot to do with An Ding's eagerly planning when to "come back" relationship.

This made Qingguang make up his mind again, if An Ding was going to run here again after returning, he must keep a close eye on it!The danger level of this place has been marked red in Qing Guang's heart, high risk!High risk!

...But there is one thing An Ding said is true. The craftsmanship of the blacksmith is very good. The reforged gauntlets have a completely new look. Miss Tiezi, who is newly in charge of the blacksmith, also improved the shape of the armor, which is better than before. It looks exquisite, and it even comes with a pair of leg armor of the same style as An Ding as a gift...Hey, doesn't it look even cuter?

Kiyomitsu touched the brand-new gauntlet on his forearm, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction. The golden light in front of him had gradually dimmed, and a familiar scene appeared in his vision—this is under the many-leaf cherry tree in the back mountain of Honmaru .

The pink and white cherry blossoms swirled and fell, accompanied by the intoxicating aroma of wine. Honmaru San Jiugui, who was drinking under the cherry tree, noticed this side and looked up.

"Oh, it's California, have you come back from practicing?" Jiro Tachi, who had put on makeup together, waved enthusiastically: "How about it, would you like to have a drink? This is the amazake from the Nippon Bank's collection?"

"Huh? Now...it's still not possible." Qingguang hesitantly curled the soft hair on his shoulders. After all, An Ding hasn't returned to Honmaru for so long. He should first let the master know that they are back. right.

So the black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen explained seriously: "Because An Ding has been away from Honmaru for too long...so we need to meet the master first."

"belch--"

Fudo Xingguang hiccupped without making a sound—he should have gone to practice, but because the current affairs stopped granting all swords to go out to practice, so he couldn't go out, but with two A drinking buddy has been drinking under the cherry blossoms all day long.

Fudo Xingguang's face was still flushed with drunkenness, he squinted his eyes and turned his head to take a closer look, then asked slowly:

"Where is there 'you', isn't it only you who came back from California?"

"……Eh?"

The reconnaissance value of half a beat finally recovered, and the surrounding seemed to be really empty, with no familiar aura at all... Qingguang turned around hesitantly, looked at the empty ground behind him, and suddenly felt that the falling cherry blossom petals looked like It was extremely desolate, just like his mood at this moment, the autumn wind was rustling.

"—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

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On the eve of going to the Far East to participate in the Holy Grail War, it is the time for all the selected contestants to prepare for the summoning of heroic spirits.

"Kiritsugu, have you already decided?"

Alice Feil lightly stroked the scabbard that had not been rusted or damaged even though it had been buried deep underground for many years. The artificial human with white hair had a beautiful face, but under the light refracted by the colored circular skylight glass of the church, it was so beautiful. On the contrary, at a certain moment, there is a slight illusion that the puppet does not look like a real person.

The Einzbern family focuses on alchemy, and is not good at using magic to fight. It has also lost the Holy Grail War many times because of this shortcoming. Therefore, for the married Emiya Kiritsugu, Einzbern In fact, the family had high hopes, and even sent them an "ideal hometown independent of the world".

The scabbard belonged to the legendary knight king Arthur Pendragon. Naturally, there is no need to explain its purpose. The Einzbern family hoped that Emiya Kiritsugu would summon the strongest Saber to win the competition held in this far eastern country. The Seven Day War, but...

"There is such a perfect holy relic as the origin, so the one summoned must be the noble knight king, right?"

Emiya Kiritsugu stared at this golden scabbard, which could be called "concept armament", but he was not satisfied with such a powerful help, as if he couldn't even see a single ray of light in his eyes.

Seeing this situation, Irisviel asked suspiciously: "What? Is there something wrong?"

"This compatibility with me, the Master, is obviously considered last." Emiya Kiritsugu said: "Even if you have a strong combat power, you have to consider whether you can use it freely... To be honest, if you only talk about If I use it, Caster or Assassin will be more compatible with my personality."

"Then, what is Kiritsugu's decision?"

"Compared to a noble king, an executioner who concentrates on following the Master's orders is more to my liking."

Emiya Kiritsugu opened the black cloth package placed on the side next to the "Independent Utopia", revealing a long object wrapped tightly with cloth strips.

"As a sharp blade in the master's hand to kill the enemy, even the method of assassination is not stingy. Although there is probably no treasure that can be established in the legend, but it is such a heroic spirit that is more suitable. I'm known as the 'Magician Killer'."

The thing that was tightly wrapped in cloth strips finally revealed its full view. It was a Japanese sword with a black scabbard and a blue braided knot, but it didn't look like a sacred relic with a sense of age, Eri Sifeier hesitated for a moment: "Is this... also a conceptual weapon that is not afraid of the corrosion of time?"

"No." Emiya Kiritsugu replied: "The man called 'Mibu Wolf' doesn't have a long history, and the sword he used would not have been corroded in less than 200 years, and the scabbard Foreign objects are things that can be replaced at any time—”

The wrapped cloth strips were untied, and Emiya Kiritsugu pulled out the not-so-long sword, and placed it flush in the center of the summoning formation that had been drawn.

This rapping sword has a slender shape and a straight arc. In terms of length, it is more suitable for Japanese samurai who were not tall. At this time, it is placed in the center of the summoning array drawn by mercury, and the blade is hit by the faint light, reflecting silver If it weren't for the particularly obvious bloody coolness, this delicate knife would look more like a work of art.

"Compared to a powerful but difficult king, such a heroic spirit is more suitable for me."