Acting as a sword, forced to "fall in the dark".

What is the most important thing for a knife?

Shi Bai held Tsurumaru Kuninaga's body sword, and after the noisy fighting sounds in his ears ended, and the sound of tidying up sounded again, he stretched his waist with the sword: "It's finally over--compared to the boring I'm here to monitor, I still want to be a member of the charge!"

The young man bent his eyes, and the gorgeous golden color seemed to make people unable to take their eyes off it. It seemed to be the only bright color in the dark night. It was too handsome and beautiful in appearance and temperament that could not be ignored, so that he could see it just by being here. Some millennia ago.

"Yo, I remember you, you are the team leader, right?" Shibai said with a smile to the Hong Kong gang member in a black suit who was walking towards him with a submachine gun: "Since it's over, hand in the report." For the cadres in charge of this department, this kind of task is not even a shock to the [leader], and there is no need to report things that are too boring."

"Yes! Tsurumaru-sama!"

"Basically that's all, then I'll go back directly. There shouldn't be anything I need to continue to monitor, right?" Shibai stepped up the steps, his wide sleeves bulging due to his movement being blown by the wind, and Like a real crane.

The smile on the young man's face never faded, but the squad leader still felt a chill down his back.Because no matter how kind the other party behaves, no one will forget this person—no, it should be said that this knife has a bad name!

The sword named Tsurumaru Kuninaga was a counterfeit of a royal treasure collected by a rich man when the port mafia confiscated his spoils a few years ago—at least, that’s what he called it to the outside world.

However, everyone present at the scene knew that this rich man had deceived outsiders, and that this sword was the real product of [Tsuramaru Kuninaga]. On the contrary, it was a so-called imitation sword that should be kept in the treasure house.

The unknown tycoon deceived everyone and kept the treasures in the treasury, and it was not until the confiscation of Hong Kong gangsters that they could be seen again.

What is the reason?Of course it is because, how could imitation swords have the so-called sword Fusangshen!

Shibai said: The Tsurumaru body in this world is really sorry, for giving you the title of imitation sword for no reason.

——As long as anyone who has seen that scene will never deny this fact.

When [Tsuramaru Kuninaga] was held by the [Leader] to watch, the pink cherry blossom petals exploded in front of his eyes like a hallucination. The people present thought it was some kind of assassination method, and immediately picked up their guns and aimed at it. this location.

[Leader] subconsciously let go of his hand, until a pure white figure slowly appeared in it, and stretched out his hand to catch the sword that was about to fall.

That figure didn't appear suddenly, but more like it was formed by some special force, condensed with scattered cherry blossom petals.Just like a stone falling on the surface of a lake, even a small stone can cause waves, and everyone can feel the rush of that pure and powerful force.

The blurry figure finally began to become clear, and what caught my eyes was the dignity and elegance of a crane, and the pure whiteness made people feel that he should not appear here.

The same feathery eyelashes trembled slightly. When they were opened, they reflected the coldness of the moonlight outside the window. They were clear and clean but had an emotionless texture like an object. The golden pupils, which were not human-like, had no reflections of anyone present, except He only focused on the Hong Kong black [leader] standing at the top.

Crane without human emotion knelt down on one knee before the [leader], with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and said in a clear voice: "I am Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Because it was built in the Heian era, I have lived to serve many masters."

"Well, it means that I'm quite popular." The young man who called himself Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled. He raised his head and met the fierce and gloomy eyes of the [leader], and the smile on his face widened even more. A few minutes later, he asked: "So, will you be one of them?"

No one noticed that he used a rhetorical question, and he never admitted that the [leader] was the [master] he wanted to serve.It's just that from that day on, the already tyrannical [Leader] had a terrifying and sharp sword in his hand.

After having this knife, the rampage of the [Boss] became more serious, and the Yokohama area was once immersed in tyranny and terror. At that time, it was called "Blood's Gangster", and it is still fresh in everyone's memory. tragedy.

And Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who has no emotion and no human empathy, is the best sword under [The Leader].He never contradicted the leader's orders, and all tasks were completed perfectly.

For example, because a red-haired boy scribbled on the leader's car, all the red-haired boys on the street were driven out and killed.

Because of the possibility that the cadres of the hostile organization hid it, all the residents of a complex paid for it with their lives.

When the [Leader] issued a notice, he said that anyone who spoke ill of the port mafia would be sentenced to death—because of this, at least a thousand people were executed, and many of them were killed because of unjust cases people.

During this time, the street was full of suspicion and betrayal.

And the executioner is [Tsuramaru Kuninaga] who helps the tyrant and never refute the order of the leader.

The snow-white crane has already been stained with blood marks.

If you resist, you will die, and if you disagree, you will die. The tyrant of the night and his sword are a nightmare that no one will forget.

Shibaicai doesn't care what he looks like in the eyes of others, anyway, it's not his name that is being persecuted.

On the contrary, in this way, [Tsuramaru Kuninaga]'s identity has already been recognized by everyone, and most of his tasks have been basically completed.

As if to refute his thoughts, Honosuke, who has been in the spiritual world, sensed the key words and said in a mechanized voice:

[Task [-]: Protect the specific history that this world should have. (To be determined.)]

[Task [-]: Understand and record the power system of this world. (undone.)】

[Task [-]: Completely introduce your name and identity to the destined child of this world. (undone.)】

Shibai: ...

Shibai silently looked away, pretending not to hear the words.

"Actually, just now was the perfect time to introduce myself." Shibai stepped on the extremely dangerous column railing, easily maintained his balance, but still imitated the gesture of ordinary people and opened his arms.

Because of Fox's help, he can know whether there are mechanical items, and because of his demon power (spiritual power), he can perceive the prying eyes of other people's life forms, so when there are no outsiders, he can do whatever he wants things.

"Osamu Dazai... the great writer will become a gangster. I really don't know how I should face the knowledge in the textbook in the future—no, I have already graduated."

Shibai said to himself: "But when I saw Mori Ogai and Ozaki Koyo, I should have realized that the same name can no longer be explained by coincidence."

His thoughts jumped very quickly, and he quickly brought the topic back to the beginning: "I couldn't introduce myself to Osamu Dazai just now, because at this moment, it was too strange to deliberately mention Tsurumaru's name..."

"But I think the time to report his name... should be around this time."

"In front of monsters, you haven't concealed your killing intent at all, Doctor Sen." Shibai shook his head, and the words he spoke were easily blown away by the wind, and there was no audience here.

Shibai doesn't mind killing people, and doesn't care about it.In his view, this world is a law of the jungle, life and death.

What's more, he is a perfect actor. Before he became a god judge, he was a well-known contemporary idol idol.Shibai's acting performance is also somewhat similar to Ye Nagi Jing and Myojin Aliang in the same period. It is an experience-style integration type, but its appearance and packaging are like first-line artists like Baijo Chishiko.

When playing [Tsuramaru Kuninaga] seriously, he will regard himself as a lifeless sword that needs to be used by others, and he doesn't care about human life.

Anyway, the sword was forged, and it was originally used for fighting.

It doesn't matter who the user is or who he wants to kill.

With those golden eyes drooping, Shibai continued to stand on the railing in this dangerous posture, until a boy timidly wearing a hat hid in the corner of the wall and called out in an uncertain tone: "Brother Tsurumaru ?”

Shibai immediately vented his strength, bent his knees and squatted on the railing: "It really scared me."

With a helpless expression, Shibai looked at the young man who trot forward in front of him with a look of surprise, and at the moment he rushed over, raised his empty hand, and flicked the young man's head straight and hard: "Didn't we all agree to leave Yokohama and never come back?"

"It hurts!" The young man covered his forehead in pain, but after noticing the expression on Shibai's face, he chuckled: "Brother Tsurumaru, don't worry, I'm always hiding from people! I didn't expose it either." Tsurumaru brother you!"

"And!" The boy waved the thin blue strap on his right wrist as if showing off: "Now there is a very powerful organization that will protect me!"

Shibai didn't express any meaning to the boy's words, even if he was squatting on the railing, he was still taller than the boy, so Shibai took off the boy's hat smoothly, and rumpled the boy's hair vigorously: " This is not an interesting surprise!"

The boy didn't have any intention of resisting, his smile was innocent, and there were two lovely dimples on his cheeks.He looked at Shibai obediently, his conspicuous short red hair, which was not covered by the hat any longer, flaunted his strong presence under the moonlight.

It was the same at that time, the red-haired boy thought so, because he thought he was going to die—just because of his natural red hair, he was angered by the Hong Kong black leader.

He cried and begged for mercy, seeing the sharp white blade attacking, but stagnated in mid-air again.

The man Ruhe put the knife back into its sheath, and smiled at him: "Hahaha, what's up, did it scare you?"

"—But, what I said next was not a joke, right?"

Those golden pupils that were as bright as the morning sun met him, with the cold sharpness of a sword, the young man said to him seriously:

"If you don't want to die, leave Yokohama before dawn."