When Dazai became a god judge

Mikami Tsukimune came to this Honmaru under the leadership of Foxnosuke.

He moved the lotus steps lightly, slowly and gracefully, dignified and restrained, if it weren't for the crescent moon flooding with red light in his eyes, you wouldn't even be able to tell that he was a fallen sword.

Yes, Dark Falling Sword... Just a week ago at this point in time, this blade Sanri Yuezong personally murdered his former god-inspector.

But today, Fu Sangshen was handed over by the government of the time to a new God judge.

"Here we are." Foxnosuke stopped at the door of the study and gently knocked on the door.

Moments later, the door of the study was opened with a "squeak", and the darkness pouring out of the room was even worse than that of the outside.

"The general ordered me to take him in." The white and glowing Yaken Toshiro nodded to Foxnosuke, and then said to Mikazuki Zongjin, "Please follow me."

Sanri Yuezong stared closely at the young man in front of him, took a tight breath, and suddenly smiled casually.This sword, like him, is a fallen Fusangshen.

"Is it strange?" The short knife's excellent detection ability did not miss the change of Mikazuki Zongjin, and he said without looking back: "In this Honmaru, there are dark swords. In short, this is a dark Honmaru."

Mikazuki Zongjin didn't have time to ask, this moment of pause, Yaken Toshiro had already pulled him away for a while.

It is said to be a study room, but it is actually divided into three rooms: upper, middle and lower. Taidao's night vision is weak, so he walked very slowly.During the period, although Yaken Toshiro stopped and waited for him twice, he had no intention of helping him at all.

Sure enough, it's a dark sword, and it doesn't care about the newcomers at all.

Tai Dao Fu Sangshen suppressed the doubts in his heart, and followed after stumbling.

Yaken Toshiro stood still in front of the Japanese room door on the innermost side, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation to Mikami Tsukimune.

"Aren't you going in with me?" Taidao Fusangshen gently lifted a corner of the bamboo curtain with his slender fingers.

"The general only said that he wanted to see you alone." The dagger boy spoke as sharply and briefly as his fellows.

Sanri Yuezong licked the corner of his mouth, and pointedly said: "Is it okay to let me go in alone like this?"

In that dim room, there was only one human being.

Didn't even stay with the servants, and was alone with a sword who had just killed the master. Was he completely unprepared, or was he confident that Yaken Toshiro, who came to the door, could catch up with him and stop him before he killed him?

Yaken Toshiro understood the meaning of Taidao youth, his hands trembled slightly, and then he smiled brilliantly, "If you can do it, it is my lord's long-cherished wish."

There are too many emotions in that smile, a bottomless whirlpool of relief and struggle.

After Mikazuki Zongjin completely entered, Yaken Toshiro hugged his head in pain and sobbed silently. He knew the general's wish, but he couldn't bear to do it, so he could only pin his hopes on others.

Taidao Fusangshen was full of doubts, and finally met his judge.

To say I saw it is not quite right.The lights in the room were not turned on, and he could only roughly see the outline of a figure shrouded in darkness in front of the desk.

Fu Sangshen stood still and bowed his head slightly: "San Ri Yue Zong is near. Because there are many blade patterns removed, it is called San Ri Yue. Please give me your advice." In fact, at this moment, as a knife that has changed hands, he should kneel on one knee and salute, and then Speak out your starting voice, it will appear more obedient and loyal, and it will be more popular with the god judges, but Sanri Yuezong is too lazy to pretend to be a snake.He is the Dark Fallen Knife that makes people shy away from him, so he doesn't need so many scruples.

Is it the Dark Fallen Blade that is despised by God-inspectors and their companions in the sun?

The pale moonlight shone on the pale face of Tai Dao youth, and there was no blood.

Demonic whispers rang in his ears.

"Anyway, they are all replicas. If they are broken, they will be forged again."

"This kind of worthless dagger costs materials to repair, it's better to pick up a new one and bring it back."

"..."

Why would such a cruel and unreasonable judge of the gods enjoy a glorious life, but they would hide in a dark and cramped corner and beg him to raise his hand?

A strange red light flickered in Fu Sangshen's body, and the sharp bone spurs tore through the fine clothes, tightly clasped inside his flesh...

The sharp cold blade unsheathed in the bright white moonlight, and the blade touched the throat of a human being.

"You can't kill me yet." The young man in front of the desk spoke for the first time, his voice was calm, as if he was not the one pointed at by the sword.

"Hahaha, are you afraid?" The dark sword let out a maniacal laugh: "My previous master said the same thing, but I cut off his head without hesitation." After that, his The tip of the sword moved forward, and strands of red snaked down from the young man's slender neck, soaking the snow-white bandage.

"No, I mean—" the young man sighed: "You are not qualified to kill me now. Whether it's ability or will, if it's only this level... the most beautiful five swords under heaven - Mikazuki Zongjin, I am right You are disappointed."

The young man raised his hand to hold the Taidao with bone spurs and will-o'-the-wisps.

Those things that hurt him faded away quickly.

Taidao Fusangshen's whole body convulsed in pain, and let out a beast-like howl.

The young man stood up and stopped beside Sanri Yuezong, "When one day you are no longer affected by the dark fall, but want to kill me out of your own will, I will be killed by my neck."

"By the way, my real name is Osamu Dazai." The young judge didn't linger any longer, and his cold voice got farther and farther away as he walked away, "Whether it's Shenyin or Hand Blade, I will gladly accept it."

Yaken Toshiro, who was waiting outside the door, followed immediately after Osamu Dazai came out. He caught a glimpse of the bright red dripping from the fingertips of the self-examiner, and his expression was gloomy: "General, please allow me to bandage you."

Osamu Dazai did not refuse.

Yaken Toshiro carefully applied ointment to Osamu Dazai's wound, wrapped it in gauze, and felt a dull pain in his heart when he saw the nerves throbbing slightly in pain.

Out of the reservedness of the dark knife, he warned softly: "Death is more painful than this." The movement in the study can't be hidden from the excellent detection ability of the short knife. He has also been on the verge of death and experienced the pain. .

"I know, Yaken." Osamu Dazai looked up at the vast and distant night sky, "I have experienced it once...in the 'book'."

"Book? What's that?" the dagger boy asked subconsciously, feeling that it was different from the book he understood.

"That's my vivid best friend and the world he wrote." The young mind examiner looked sideways, with complex emotions Yaken Fujishiro had never seen before, "I'm glad I still have time to rewrite history."

Osamu Dazai continued: "And in our book, pharmaceutical research is very popular, and it has also achieved an excellent ranking in the Popularity Awards."

"Then who is the first one? Is it Brother Yiqi?"

"No," Osamu Dazai relaxed, and pointed to the study room: "It's the one inside!"

After the wound was bandaged, Osamu Dazai waved his hand and rejected Yaken's follow, "I'm going to rest, you go to bed early too."

"Master, thank you." Yaken looked at Osamu Dazai's black coat, and suddenly said, "Thanks to the great love, you took in us who were fallen and abandoned, so that we can survive."

"It's too serious." Osamu Dazai didn't look back, and muttered to himself in a faint voice: "At first I wondered why I didn't see the end of this book, but then I realized that the person who wrote this book was me. Own."