Tsuna Kichi becomes a god judge

After listening to the explanation of the prison temple, Tsuna bowed his head in silence for nearly half a minute, and then he looked away in embarrassment: "Well... let's go and see Yamamoto's special training, they probably haven't eaten yet , why don't we load it into the dining car and send it to them?"

"Judaime, you are so gentle and kind!" Kikuji was both moved by Tsunakichi's beautiful qualities, and also had a burst of unavoidable envy and hatred for Yamamoto.

Although the rebuilt base is still rudimentary, the basic equipment is quite complete. There are not only dining cars in the kitchen, but also a lot of bento-sized heat preservation boxes.So it didn't take long for the two of them to pack seven lunch boxes and slowly push the dining car towards the training room.

The training room dedicated to Yamamoto is also in a Japanese style. Walking along the wooden corridor, you can hear the metal sound of swords clashing a few rooms away, and the ping-pong-pong seems to be playing fiercely.

Tsunayoshi still remembers how many times he came to watch Yamamoto's training ten years later, and he would be involved in the attack halfway, which was completely accidental.So he still had a fresh memory, and when he got to the door, he didn't go in directly, but quietly looked inside.

Seeing this, he was almost speechless.

Yamamoto is really teaching with all his heart. Whether it is the ceiling, walls or the ground in the training room, there are miserable traces as if a storm has passed. There are knife marks of different shades everywhere, and the ground is full of chopped Scarecrow wreckage.

On top of this pile of straw, there were men with swords who were almost kneeling on the ground, standing upside down and barely supporting their bodies.

The hair is messy and the clothes on his body are tattered. His image is even worse than when he confronted Senior Skylark's cloud hedgehog before.

It's like returning from a serious injury...

Tsunaki swallowed nervously. He saw that these people were all trying to support themselves, panting heavily, and it was impossible to start another fierce battle for a while, so he hurried in to help Tsurumaru who was closest to him. Yong: "Are you okay, Tsurumaru-san?"

Then he turned his head to look at the others: "Have you all brought amulets?"

Amulets, that is, guards, this is what Tsuna would bring with them every time they go out in battle. It is not only a kind of comfort in the heart, these amulets have the spiritual power of the god judge, which can protect them from breaking their knives.

Everyone nodded, despite the embarrassment, they each stretched out their hands and took out the precious guards made by the master for them from their bosoms.

"Not only will we bring it when we go out to battle, but we will also carry it with us at ordinary times." Yamato Mamoru Anding took out two Omoru in one breath, one of them was the crooked one that Tsunakichi sewed, and the other looked like An Ding Homemade, much better craftsmanship than Gangji.

An Ding: "Although the other one has no spiritual power, I put the entrustment amulet written by the master himself when I was a close servant last time. I carry it as if I have always been by the master's side."

There will be no spiritual power after the entrusting talisman is used up, but Tsunaki's handwriting is still there.

"Eh?!" Tsuna Ji blushed like a tomato, "How, how could this be! My handwriting is so ugly, how can you..."

"I think it's quite cute." Qing Jiang said with a smile, "Master's handwriting is full of innocence, and it's a font that gets cuter the more you look at it... But what my guard puts is not a talisman, but a piece of a sword , the knife outfit I made with the master, I really don't want to throw it away even if it's broken..."

Seeing that Tsunayoshi's condolences were about to turn into a loyalty ceremony for the swordsmen to their masters, Yuji finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he looked at Tsunayoshi sadly with anxiety and jealousy: "Judaime, why are we None of that... the amulet..."

"That, I only learned it recently." Tsunayoshi said helplessly, "And this thing is very troublesome from the materials to the production process, and it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. There is not much stock in the main pill. This time I only brought six of them."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, making Judaime difficult!" A sense of guilt suddenly surged in the prison temple, wishing to grab the ground with his head.

"Ah, but... I can make another amulet like An Ding's without spiritual power, if you don't think my craftsmanship is too bad." Gang Ji said a little embarrassed.

Prison Temple was so moved that he almost cried: "Of course I won't dislike Judaimu's craftsmanship, I will definitely confess it, and I will worship it three times every morning before going out!"

Gangji: "...No, there is no need for that."

It sounds a bit unlucky to pray three times or something.

"Ah Tsunade wants to make amulets for us?" Yamamoto smiled and pointed to himself, "Then I should also have a share?"

"Yes, of course."

"Great!" Yamamoto hooked Tsunayoshi's shoulders, gently rubbing his soft brown hair, "I will cherish it, this is the first amulet that Agang gave me."

"Eh? Didn't the me ten years later give you this kind of thing?" Tsuna asked curiously.

"Hmm... Compared with these gadgets, you seem to prefer to give us things that we like, such as baseball gloves." Yamamoto laughed heartily, "However, occasionally receiving something made by you will make people feel more happy .”

"Yes, is it..." Gang Ji was a little embarrassed by his praise.

Prison Temple clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Baseball idiot, don't push yourself too hard, Judaime said that the amulet was made for me!!"

"He didn't say he would just do it for you. They are all guardians, and I have a part too." Yamamoto still speaks so naturally, but he can always choke people speechless.

Of course, the most speechless one is Tsunayoshi, he inexplicably took the job of making a guard for himself, and since Yamamoto said so, he has to finish all the guards, otherwise someone will definitely say He is eccentric.

"However..." Gangji walked alone on the way back to the living area, and was about to go to Johnny Er to ask for some needles and threads. By the way, he thought, "If the 'I' in this time and space can be divided into two souls, then they will get it." Is it really 'I' who made the garrison?"

In fact, whenever he thinks of this question, Gang Ji feels a little uncomfortable.

Obviously the people who are most familiar with their future appearances are all his guardians, but now they feel like they have become someone else's family.

Tsuna knows that he shouldn't be a fool, but he can't help but think - what the prison temple-kun wants, is it the Oshou made by himself now, or the future self?

His mind was full of these bloody and abusive thoughts, and he didn't notice the front when he was walking halfway, and accidentally bumped into someone's hard-hard back.

After he saw clearly who the person standing in front of him was, he almost raised his hands in fright: "Yun, Senior Yunque!"

"Don't you go to bed so late?" Yunque yawned in the kimono he wore when he was sleeping, and his eyes no longer had any fighting spirit.

"Well, I'll go to Johnny II to borrow something first, and then I'll go back to sleep." Gangji said honestly.

Skylark: "Then good night."

"Wait...wait a minute, Senior Skylark." Gang Ji was holding back something in his heart, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and he didn't know who he could tell his blood full of blood, so even if he was in front of his most feared guardian, Gang Ji He didn't care, and poured out all his doubts as if he was going all out.

Skylark yawned several times after hearing him blah blah: "... Are you finished?"

"...Uh, that's about it." Tsuna lowered his head slightly, his shoulders were still trembling, he didn't dare to look at the expression on Yunque's face at this time, "So, what does Senior Yunque think of me? Do you see us separately, or as the same person?"

"Boring." Skylark commented simply, seeing that Tsunaki was stunned by his words, he was impatient and wanted to leave, but couldn't help being amused by Tsunaki's stupidity.

When the mood was a little better, Skylark spoke more: "For me, a small animal is a small animal, and sooner or later I will kill it. And the important thing is not what I think, but what you think."

"My own... thoughts?" Gang Ji was still at a loss, but seemed to understand a little bit.

"Just rely on your little animal's instinct to do it." Skylark looked at Gangji, then raised his eyes to a dark corner not far away, and said to Gangji, "Don't wander around at night, be careful if you encounter someone who is not pregnant. Well-meaning people."

"Okay, thank you...senior." Just as Gang Ji finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that this is Peng Gelie's base, and all of them are his own people. Where did the evil intentions come from?

However, his senior had already left, and Gang Ji didn't even have time to ask him how his injuries were during the day.

However, after Gangji borrowed the sewing box from Johnny II, when he was about to go back to the room, he really saw a black shadow on the road.

He was so frightened that he almost smashed the box, but the instinct of his body controlled his hands and feet, and Tsuna subconsciously called out the opponent's name: "Muku?"

Tsunayoshi Sawada was jokingly called "Pineapple Radar" for no reason. He could sense Rokudoku's aura from far away, let alone so close.

"What are you hiding here for?" Gang Ji stared at him vigilantly, "Just to scare me on the road?"

"Kufufufu, do I look like such a boring person?" Liu Daomu slowly emerged from the darkness and smiled coldly at Tsunayoshi.

"I don't know if you're boring, but I know it's boring because you're standing in the way of other people going back." Gang Ji continued to stare and said, "And you disappeared in the middle of the day's conversation. If you have something to do, Let’s get to those jobs first, shall we?”

"Oh, I thought you were only talking to that loyal dog and completely ignored my existence." Liudao Mukui seemed surprised, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "Based on how much you care about him, other people are It's hard to get my attention from you, isn't it?"

"What do you mean..." Gangji frowned.

"You've made it very obvious, Sawada Tsunayoshi." Rokudoko seemed to be suppressing his anger, "Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Yakiri Hasebe, Naruko, if they are either masters or have silver-white hair, Yamato is stable Heyakuken Toshiro has black hair, isn't it reflecting the two left and right hands beside you?"

Gangji: "..."

Liu Daoku narrowed his eyes: "Why, I guessed it, are you powerless to explain?"

"...Muku, I have to remind you that elder brother and senior Hibari also have one white and one black hair." Tsuna looked into each other's eyes, "And if you say so, Qingjiang still has golden and red pupils, then Isn't it mirroring you?"

Liudaoku: "...!!"

Gang Ji was angry and funny, he really wanted to pry open the head of this pineapple to see what was inside, sure enough this person hasn't made much progress in ten years or so, right?

Even the reason to be jealous is so childish.

He is really out of his mind to entangle with such bloody problems, just like the Sawada Tsunayoshi in the parallel world is also himself, even if the soul of the "Sawada Tsunayoshi" in this time and space will split one day, but the same origin Soul, isn't it essentially the same?

As long as the person he cares about doesn't care, Gang Ji naturally doesn't care either.