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Munakata Reisi pretended not to see the resistance on Fushimi's face, and forcefully entrusted him with the task of leading the newcomers to familiarize themselves with the environment. Fushimi's face was ashen, wishing to stay away from that troublesome guy beside him, and his tone was flat without any ups and downs introduced.

"This is the reference room."

"This is the intelligence department."

"This is the general affairs department."

"This is the preparation room of the mobile department."

"This is the dormitory. The room assigned to you should be on the side of Rigao. Look for it yourself."

"You can't bring outsiders into Qingyun Liao, even if you stay overnight."

After glancing at Jingu Jiquan, Fushimi suddenly added this sentence coldly.

The tour guide around me almost read it according to the signboards in each office, extremely perfunctory, and spent a lot of time between the two of them stiffly silent on the road, and suddenly heard that Fushimi had such personal feelings—negative feelings are also feelings Well—a word, Jingu Jiquan nodded to show that he heard it.

But Fushimi seemed to be looking more gloomy, his face was sullen, and he felt that the mouthfuls of red bean puree that he was forced to swallow by the room chief just now started to roll in his stomach again. He caressed the saber "Subaru" at his waist with his hands, and the cold metal made his heart barely calm down.

Sure enough, only weapons will not lie, nor will they betray him.

After thinking wildly for a while, he heard the troublesome guy in front of him gently clasping his hands together: "Ah, it's a vending machine... Is Fushimi-kun thirsty? As a thank you for helping me familiarize myself with the environment, please have a drink." order what?"

Fushimi refused coldly: "No, I have to go back to work—are you listening to anyone?!"

He complained in a low voice with some annoyance, but still followed the young man in front who walked towards the vending machine without listening to his reply.

The coin was stuffed into the coin slot, and it made a crisp sound when it collided. The heavy drink rolled down, and the baffle of the delivery port slid open with a click. Fushimi stood two or three steps behind him, and blinked in surprise: "I thought you were gone?"

Fushimi... Fushimi suddenly wanted to apply for an emergency sword draw!What is the punishment for beheading a colleague?If this job is gone, I might as well become an information dealer in the future...

Various methods of killing and dismembering corpses roiled in his mind, a pale and thin hand held a light purple jar and handed it to his eyelids: "Just kidding, Fushimi-kun always looks like 'ah this The gray world is so boring and troublesome, let’s just destroy it’, it makes people... want to make fun of it.”

Fushimi gritted his teeth.

tease?What pets are you talking about, bastard!

Tsk, this black-bellied attribute is in the same line as the head of the room!

He selectively ignored the sentence about teasing his worldview, he didn't know whether he thought it was too absurd to comment, or it hit something deep in his heart.

"Grape-flavored soda, but there should be no grapes, do you want to try it?"

The hand waved again in a gesture.

Fushimi snorted irritably, took the drink can and opened it.

Although he was very impatient, the grape-flavored carbonated drink was indeed the only drink Fushimi would choose. I don’t know how this person saw it, and Fushimi didn’t intend to ask. All places where there are people are installed with cameras to monitor around the clock." The answer is even scarier.

He leaned against the vending machine and drank the soda in silence, hoping to drink it quickly so he could leave this troublesome guy.

Jingujiquan, who was leaning on the other side of the vending machine, had a bottle of hot milk in his hand. He didn't drink it, but just held it to warm his hands. Listening to Fushimi trying to empty the drink, he smiled: "Fushimi-kun seems to be very annoying. me."

On the other side of the vending machine is the arrogant default.

Jingujiquan smiled a little happier: "Is it so straightforward to admit it? It's really sad. If this is the case, I really want to know if Fushimi-kun has any other annoying things. You can comfort me."

Fushimi drank the last sip of the still steaming sour-sweet liquid, feeling that the sweet and greasy taste of red bean paste in his mouth was finally gone, couldn't help but feel better, and answered this question that he would never have answered before. Dummies question.

"What do you hate? There are too many to count. In short... the arrogant boss, the annoying seniors and useless subordinates, the boring affairs and meaningless overtime, the banquet at the workplace, the lack of rest and the year-end party. Stunts and all the veggies and bamboo shoots in sweet and sour pork and glasses with too heavy rims... and salmon..."

The low-pitched thoughts are without panting or thinking, and the voice is smooth and unhurried, as if the answer is already in his heart, and he repeats it countless times every day, and the scope of the answer is so wide that it can sum up all the questions in Qingyun Liao. Living things that can talk and dead things that can't.

From what it sounds like, it seems that only Qingyunliao's gate and street lamps are not on Fushimi's hate list.

Jingujiquan secretly admired while listening, Fushimi is really a positive person who can survive such a huge hateful group!

"Tsk, you'd better put away your strange thoughts."

Fushimi suddenly shuddered unbearably, like a hint from somewhere, making him spit out these words coldly.

Jingu Jiquan didn't make a sound, relying on the vending machine Fushimi couldn't see anything, and gave a thumbs up there.

"...By the way, what duties did the head of the office arrange for you?"

After walking all the way, I didn't remember to ask this matter, Fushimi asked without emotion in compliance with social regulations.

...actually, I don't want to know that much.

He raised his wrist and aimed the empty can in his hand at the trash can six meters away.

"Ah, it seems to be..." The young man's voice was lazy, with a low smile, Fushimi squinted his eyes, and adjusted the angle of his wrist——

"Information Division."

"Boom!" With a tilt of the hand, the empty can hit the edge of the trash can twice, hit the ground with a clang, rolled around twice, and stopped there.

"what?!"

Under the black-rimmed glasses, eyes that have always been lazy, lazy, and unmotivated stared wide in horror. The current head of the intelligence department, using work as an excuse, tried to get rid of Jingujiizumi's Fushimi Saru Hiko immediately, I feel my stomach is overwhelmed, and the sweetness of red bean paste is not eliminated by the grape-flavored carbonated drink at all!

Listening to the movement over there, Jingu Jiquan smiled even happier: "Fushimi-kun? Please take care of me in the future?"

Fushimi took a deep breath: "Tsk, trouble."

There are quite a lot of things that the intelligence department usually has to do, and most of the technical things are carried out by Fushimi. Among other things, Fushimi's IQ is definitely one of the best in Qingyunliao.

Although Jingu Jiquan also works in the intelligence department, he still spends most of his time sleeping, reading and drinking tea. In order to prevent his colleagues from seeing the contrast too strongly, he kindly went to the office of the director to drink tea.

Watching the King of Green work while drinking tea by himself, this kind of treatment is so refreshing.

At first, Munakata still made tea for him with a smile on his face, but later on, even Munakata, who has always been calm and reserved, couldn't bear it anymore. Who would accept that when he was working late at night, there was someone beside him drinking tea and playing happily!

And this is a patient, a patient who vomits blood when overworked—Jinguji's self-introduction in the information department.

Fushimi's face darkened when he heard those words.

But no matter how lazy he is, there will be a day when he overturns.

The reason was Munakata's wish for Higiri to instruct Aogumi swordsmanship. Jingujiquan nodded and agreed without thinking too much. After agreeing, he realized that Higiri's ability to appear was entirely dependent on the spiritual power injected by him. If he didn't follow, it would be another shocking magic show that transformed people into living beings.

So one day in the dojo, during the routine fencing training of the members of the special agent team of the fencing maneuver class, a person who was completely unexpected by them appeared here.

The youth team is accustomed to using sabers as weapons, and even the use of different abilities needs to be attached to the sabers. The members of the special agent team of the fencing mobile class all have very good swordsmanship. Li leads.

The swordsmanship they practice is based on the ancient swordsmanship of the country and has been improved according to the characteristics of the saber. In the final analysis, the swordsmanship of the Japanese sword is the focus of everything.

And the newcomer who appeared today was none other than Izumi Jinguji, who had just joined the intelligence department not long ago—a... patient who was said to vomit blood due to exhaustion.

He didn't even qualify for the Special Team of the Fencing Mobile Class!

Everyone knelt and sat outside the dojo, with their hands straight and solemn on their laps, but their curious eyes kept floating back and forth on Jinguji's face.

It's not that they said, this person doesn't know sword skills at first sight!There are no calluses on the hands, and the walking posture is also full of flaws, so you can win if you fight casually! ——Then why can he stand in the position of instructor today!

They didn't dare to disobey the orders given by the head of the room in turn, they could only secretly think about how to save the newcomer's face as much as possible, not to mention other things, who would be to blame if there was a problem?

At the same time, they looked at Jinguji's slender body and shivered.

Izumi Jinguji was wearing the same white training clothes as them, and in his hand was a tachi with a light brown scabbard.

He showed a meaningful smile to the team members who were still weighing how much strength they should use: "Your opponent is not me, so don't hold back, or you will die miserably."

Reji Munakata, who was sitting on the porch watching from a distance, also smiled strangely.

...Giving your subordinates proper training and blows will help them grow better.

In the eyes of everyone who was confused and confused, Jingu Jiquan threw the sword in his hand forward.

The cherry blossoms in the big canopy scattered, and a tall and straight young man with blond hair appeared on the spot, holding the Shindachi that Jinguji had just thrown in his hand.

Amber golden eyes scanned the surroundings, he tilted his head, and his voice was almost sweet and gentle: "Ah, are they the opponents that the Patriarch has found for me?"

Everyone was shocked by this big change of life, the sword that looked like a work of art was put aside by his master, he randomly picked a wooden knife from the shelf next to it, held it in his hand and swung it twice Next, the handsome young man with blond hair faced everyone: "Well... who will come first?"

Daoming Si couldn't help saying: "You...don't you take off your coat?"

To drape the coat over the shoulders like this during the competition is simply... simply arrogant!

Mustache looked very talkative and smiled at him, and when Daoming Si blushed in embarrassment, he replied briskly: "No."

Seri Awashima stood up suddenly, picked up the wooden knife on the side: "Then, let me ask for advice first."

Hidekiri nodded indifferently to the high fighting spirit on her body: "Let me see...Senior, let's practice with you."

"Hiss..." There was a low panting sound immediately below, and the eyes that looked at Mustache turned into looking at the warrior, who dared to tease the deputy chief like this, this is definitely a ruthless person!

But for Higakiri, he was just stating a fact.

Seri Awashima didn't respond to his words, bowed politely, and then took the posture before attacking, with a sharp flash in his eyes, he swung his knife and swung forward!

Higakiri did not retreat, but followed Seri Awashima's attack and took a step forward in a calm manner, raising his sword to counter.

Different from his beautiful and gentle appearance and voice, Mustache's knife technique reveals a kind of bloody ruthlessness, as if each knife is slashed from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and every inch of the blade is stained with the smoke of the battlefield. After experiencing the sound of the wind and the howling coldness, she easily cut through Seri Awashima's knife wind, and she realized that she had transformed from offensive to defensive without knowing it!

It's never happened!

The capable and agile female deputy head struggled to resist every knife from this man. An almost absurd feeling fermented in her heart. The swordsmanship she was so proud of was actually no better than a child who just knew how to hold a knife under this man. How many!

Not only was she terrified, but even the surrounding team members were silent, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The deputy chief is their mentor for a long time, and his strength is unquestionable, but he has no power to fight back after being beaten by this person, isn't it too much? !What kind of magical scene is this?

"Boom-"

The wooden knife hit the ground with a dull sound. Panting heavily, Awashima barely stood up, the light in his eyes was frightening, and he bowed his head seriously: "Thank you very much."

Although the ending is a failure, she has learned a lot from the tough and tenacious character, and failure does not make her feel ashamed.

Higakiri tapped the ground with a wooden knife: "I never thought that there are women with such great sword skills in this world. It's amazing."

Fu Sangshen, who has lived for thousands of years, is not stingy with his appreciation. For human beings with a limited life, it is really something to be proud of, especially this is a woman whose natural strength is inferior to that of a man. , who can grope out a path that belongs to him, is the kind of woman that Dao Jian admires most.

It is completely comparable to Mrs. Ning Ning, the wife of Toyotomi Hideyoshi.