Supernatural is king

The news that Minghu and Wuhu returned to Honmaru almost blinded all swords and swords.

But it's not over yet.

The swords of Yaken Toshiro, Toshiro Bone, Toshiro Natsuo, etc. of the Toshiro family returned to Honmaru one by one.

——It is a companion who really has the original memory and is intact.

And the ones who brought back these swords were their extremely guarded god judges.

Looking at the happy reunion of the Awataguchi family, don't they want their family and partners to come back to them?

but……

Is it easy to bring back the broken sword?

What qualifications do they have to instruct Eili to do such a thankless thing?

"Owner!"

Yaken Toshiro is today's valet.

At this time, the young man who had changed into the battle uniform and was ready followed Huili's side every step of the way. He frowned and said in disapproval, "How can you go to the battlefield in person?"

There are so many time-traveling troops on the battlefield of swords and swords, and if you are not careful, you will also attract non-violators.

Look at such a weak and weak owner, what should I do if I get hurt! !

The weak girl who overturned all the swords when she first came to Honmaru has erratic eyes, looking left and right but not looking at the group of short knives around her.

Eri was wearing an ordinary shrine maiden costume bought from Wanwu, and when she hadn't summoned a treasure to hang around her waist, she really looked like a weak shrine lady who had been pampered and raised.

Ranto Shiro, who was held by Eri, also said solemnly: "The master just needs to wait in the Honmaru for us to bring the victory back!"

"Yes, we will do our best to bring victory to our lord!"

"Just trust us in the main hall, we will be back soon."

The little shorts raised their heads eagerly, trying their best to dispel Eri's dangerous thoughts.

Fascinated and dizzy, Huili had to reluctantly agree not to go to the battlefield, but still told him with some uneasiness: "Then everyone, remember to take the guard I made with you, and don't lose it."

The little knives who had achieved their goal nodded one after another, and then rushed towards the time-space converter as if afraid of Eri's sudden regret.

...Well, the surrounding suddenly became deserted.

Some of the short knives went out to battle, and the rest were led by Ishikirimaru and Minghu as internal episodes.

Although Eri doesn't have many people who can command, she can barely complete the daily tasks of current affairs.

Eri sat in the yard with her chin resting in her mind, thinking about what to do, and finally found that even mobile phones were not allowed to play in this isolated place, so she returned to the castle tower in desperation and prepared to pluck from the former master's study Read some books about spiritual power.

Although the former master did not do personnel affairs, what was placed in the study room were decent books on the use of spiritual power.

After confirming that the magic power here in the Government of Time seemed to be spiritual power, Eri dug out a lot of books about spell formations and spells, and stayed in the study room or the knife forging room all day long.

So much so that when some swords wanted to find her, they knew where Eri was without even thinking about it.

"Knock down."

A slight knock on the door awakened Eri, whose ears were more sensitive than ordinary people, from the ocean of knowledge.

The knock on the door was soft and hesitant, and it seemed that there was no sound after the fingers landed on the door, which was enough to show how entangled the knocker was.

This was not like the sword Eri was familiar with.

Eri sighed and put down the books in her hand, and after straightening her wrinkled dress, she sat up straight and said, "Please come in."

The door was slowly opened.

Under Eri's watchful eyes, a blue-haired kid wearing a bamboo hat with a rather Edo style poked his head out from the door.

Unexpectedly, the visitor was just a child, Eri was taken aback, and instantly faced the child in front of him with the illustrated book in the knife tent.

Xiaoye Zuowen, the only dagger installed by Zuowenjia.

...It is also the only surviving sword of Zuo Wenjia.

The blue-haired boy hesitated at the door for a while, and after realizing that Huili didn't show any impatience for his arrival, he cautiously walked into the study with his hands behind his back.

He's a bad-spoken kid.

Seeing the essence of the child, Eri sighed, and asked in a considerate voice, "It's Xiaoye, what can I do for you?"

The child bit his lip and lowered his head, as if in a psychological struggle.

Eri didn't urge her either, and quietly watched Xiao Ye's left text.

As if empowered by Eri's movements, Xiao Ye raised her head in Zuowen, and asked with an unconsciously expectant look:

"Do you... have someone to take revenge on?"

The sudden question stunned Eri for a moment.

Finally looking into the boy's nervous and hopeful eyes, Eri seemed to understand something.

She came out from behind the desk, squatted down in front of the child and looked at him at the same level.

"I have no one to take revenge on."

Xiaoye Zuowenzi's eyes dimmed instantly.

If Lord God Judge has no one to take revenge on, then what can he give Lord God Judge to bring back his two elder brothers?

"But..."

A slender hand held the boy's wrist behind his back and pulled it in front of him: "Did Xiaoye pick this persimmon herself?"

The boy was holding a ripe persimmon the size of an adult's palm.

It was the persimmon he had carefully picked from the tree that hadn't produced fruit for a long time under Ishikirimaru's acquiescence, but he brought it to the study on a whim.

Xiao Ye nodded slowly, the bewilderment in her eyes was well concealed under her expressionless face.

"Then Xiaoye, would you like to exchange this persimmon with me?" Huili, who didn't cover her face with things like other judges, winked at the child, and rolled her eyes with a smile: "Give me this persimmon, and I'll meet you at night." Put what Xiaoye wants most at the door of Xiaoye's room."

"OK?"

Those clear and flawless, black and white eyes seemed to be able to see through all his appeals.

People can't help but rely on and trust.

The boy put the persimmon in Eri's palm and nodded without hesitation.

So after the sky gradually turned dark and the night sky was filled with stars, there was a knock on the door of Zuowenzi's room where only one person lived.

Xiaoye Zuowenwen instantly got up and opened the door.

Because she used too much force when pulling the door, and because she didn't pay attention to the threshold under her feet, Xiao Ye Zuowen couldn't stabilize her footsteps and fell out of the door.

The imaginary pain did not come.

Because he was embraced by a familiar person.

"Xiao Ye." The gorgeous man with pink hair and mandarin duck eyes looked down at the little boy in his arms, and said softly, "It depends on the road."

The white-haired monk in cassock also nodded silently.

They watched the boy's eyes gradually turn red, and finally he stubbornly pursed his lips and threw himself into his brother's arms.

They didn't notice that there was a figure standing in the shadow of the corner in the distance, watching the scene of the family reunion here.

In fact, these swords, like her, are just victims of fate.

They didn't meet a good judge, so they suffered those sufferings.

Although those sufferings could not be the reason for them to attack an innocent person like her, but I have to say... Eili couldn't bear it.

After all, Eri has seen too many such tragedies.

And now, she has also become a player in the game.

"Fox's help."

Eili looked down at the fox who was huddled up at his feet because of the cold night wind, and said without a trace: "I want to be a Virgin Mary once."

It's still the kind that intends to help regardless of past suspicions.

Foxnosuke looked up blankly, not knowing what Eideru wanted to express.

Knowing that Xiaoye Zuowenfu went to find Huili, he also hid in an inconspicuous place and watched the reunion of Zuowenzi's family and the swordsmen did not know what Huili wanted to say.

But before dawn the next day, with gentle or eager knocks on the door, family members who had been lost appeared one by one in front of them.

He came to the world in an intact posture.

"Idiot Kiyomitsu, don't cry!" Yamato Shou'an looked at California Kiyomitsu who was hugging him with red eyes, and said weakly, "I'm wearing new clothes...don't get dirty!"

Hearing the familiar tone of disgust, California Qingguang smiled instead of anger, suppressed the choking that was about to be revealed, and said in a low voice: "There is no one like you, the first sentence I haven't seen for so long is that I dislike me."

Saying that, Kami Kiyomitsu stretched out his hand, and touched Yamato Mamoru Anding's body as if confirming it.

Yamato Moran Ding helplessly held the boy's hand, which was getting more and more excessive, and said helplessly, "It's fine, all the injuries have healed."

It's okay not to say it, but when he said it, California Qingguang instantly felt his nose start to sore.

He looked at Yamato Shou'an's neat and tidy clothes, and murmured, "Does it hurt...?"

It must be painful, right?

Numerous deep scars were drawn on the body to take out fresh blood. The bones were dug out, ground into powder and mixed with blood to form a formation. In the end, the mutilated body lay dying on the side, and soon became fragments of swords. .

How could it not hurt?

After asking this question, California Qingguang knew what answer he would get.

but.

Yamato Mamoru looked down at the damaged knife pattern on California Qingguang's nails, and said in a deep and soft voice:

"……I have no idea."

Looking at the boy who raised his head in surprise, Yamato Mamoru showed a clean smile.

Vibrant and full of the vigor of a young man.

"Because that adult is a gentle person."

After spending one night, not only helping those swords recast their bodies, but also helping those swords blur their painful memories, Eri was emptied of all her magic power, and spread out like salted fish on the roof of the specially cleaned castle tower.

Tired, really tired.

Eri had never thought about what she would look like when she used up all her magic power, but she definitely, shouldn't be like that?

Reality slapped in the face in an instant.

"Well." Eri, who didn't even want to move a finger, lay on the highest place in the maru, squinted her eyes and basked in the warm morning sun, and said to herself: "Just learn from China's Lei Feng and do good deeds." .”

Anyway, it's just a matter of convenience, and it's not difficult to do it.

Thinking of this, Eri selectively ignored her drained magic power and the huge dark circles under her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

The dagger with glasses flipped up from under the eaves lightly. He wanted to say something, but he fell silent when he saw the sleeping Eri.

Yaken Toshiro shook his head like a disobedient child, took off his white coat and gently covered Eri.

"Thank you, master."

He said softly, his eyes covered by glasses shone with gentle streamers like a bright starry sky.

The author has something to say: 4.27

I'm sleepy... Good night everyone.

I thought about the outline yesterday and wondered if I should go back to Heian-kyo before going to Taisho...

Ah... not enough brains...

☆感谢在2020-04-2601:09:04~2020-04-2704:06:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Blueral1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：慧18瓶；唯言15瓶；逝&时光、我的肝一点都不痛、柒染10瓶；银霜素雪7瓶；美人为劫6瓶；医者入世3瓶；玉槿歌2瓶；幻暝月、马甲日抛1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!