My Honmaru is alive

The next day, the castle tower.

There were three regular knocks on the door.

He had already woken up, and had already packed his Black Palace before May, and went to open the door. As he walked, he thought about who his servant was today.

There is no way, because it is really difficult to choose the candidate for the daily valet, so she simply adopts the method of taking turns for each person in Honmaru, and even the order is decided by the swordsmen themselves. It is said that it seems to use a peaceful lottery method. I also wrote a "shift schedule" to her.

She only looked at that form on the first day, but later on it was packed at the bottom of the box because of too many documents.

But it's not a big problem. This kind of revealing scene that is most anticipated every morning is much more interesting than knowing it in advance.

Black Palace May opened the door.

The cool breeze is blowing, and the singing of kingfishers is crisp.

The Buddha knife with his eyes closed stood in front of the door with a warm complexion, his ankle-length hair gradually changed from black to white, and together with the number beads around his neck were shrouded in the soft morning light.

"Good morning, my lord." Suzumaru Hengci slightly nodded at the girl's position, his voice as gentle as jade.

Today's close attendant, counting beads and pills.

Well, today she is super good.

"Good morning, Shuzhuwan." Heigong Wuyue replied.

Facing the shock of such beauty, she still managed to stand firm without changing her face. It seems that her facial paralysis practice has improved a lot... A necessary skill for a god judge, and she must not let the knives see through what she is thinking in her heart!

The breakfast was brought together with Zhuzhuwan, candlestick cut special sandwiches, rich in ingredients, sufficient nutrition, and a glass of milk at a suitable temperature.

Looking at the delicacies on the table, Heigong Wuyue felt a little complicated.

There is no need to cook or do (miscellaneous) work, and the food will be brought to people's mouths when they order, and it is so rich and delicious every time. According to this trend, will she really not be raised as a pig?

Heigong Wuyue pinched her waist quietly at an angle.

...Fortunately, this small amount of meat is still within the acceptable range, but no more!

The judge secretly decided: From now on, he must control his diet.

However, before she finished her mouth, she was still thinking that she must not eat too much, and she completely forgot about it after she swallowed it, and she had already resolved it earlier when she realized it.

Black Palace Wuyue: "..."

It's a sin for a chef to be too skilled.

Since I can't control my mouth, I can only rely on exercise.

Kuromiya Wuyue planned to take a walk in Honmaru to digest food, so of course Shuzumaru Hengji went together, the two quietly wandered all the way from the castle tower to hand in hand, when they approached, they heard several muffled sounds of wooden knives colliding, or or low, continuously.

Black Palace Wuyue stopped involuntarily.

The style of swords and swords left in Honmaru on weekdays is too ordinary, she seems to have never seen them in battle, and she is a little curious.

This kind of intention was so obvious that Shuzhuwan Hengci took the initiative to ask: "Are you going to take a look?"

Heigong Wuyue nodded, and said softly on a whim: "Shall we go quietly?"

Suzumaru Koji's lips raised an inconspicuous arc, and he tilted his head in the direction of the black-haired girl: "Then, please allow me to stand in front of you. Reflexes are also prone to surprises."

It is really a pleasure to listen to Suzhuwan. His voice is like the warm wind melting the winter snow. It is warm but not hot. It has a wonderful magic power that can calm the brain down just by sound.

After staying in Honmaru for a long time, Kuromiya Wuyue felt that her vision and hearing were overly pampered by these swordsmen, and her aesthetic requirements were soaring all the way up. If she went outside...it would be so bad.

These messy thoughts flashed through his mind, and when the last syllable in Shuzhuwan's mouth fell, Heigong Wuyue immediately obediently walked around behind the Buddha knife, and directly gave the other party the answer with actions.

So the two of them switched places for the next short distance, Suzumaru Koji led the way unhurriedly, while Kuromiya Wuyue's eyes kept looking at the other's thick and smooth long hair voila.

The bright sunlight passed through the hair, sprinkled sporadic bright spots, fluttering slightly in the breeze.

...It's really beautiful.

It should be aware of the scorching gaze from behind, Shu Zhuwan paused, and suddenly turned around: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Heigong Wuyue quickly clenched his five fingers behind his back, and replied with a guilty conscience: "...it's okay."

Ah, I really want to touch...

She dared to offer to touch the quilt's hair, but she didn't dare to count the beads...

They are both swords and swords, but their experiences and auras are different due to different experiences. They always feel that any behavior that is too wanton is disrespectful to this Zhenfo sword.

Suzumaru Koji seemed to smile, skipped the topic considerately, and then reminded: "Their perception is sharper than ordinary people. If they want to be quiet, then the master has to make the footsteps a little softer."

Then, under the guidance and guidance of Shuzhuwan, Kurogong Wuyue used the sound of wooden knives hitting the field and the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the floor to cover up the sound of walking footsteps, and truly experienced a "killer hiding his figure". The strange experience of approaching the target person".

... This "quietly" is too hardcore.

The two of them arrived at the door of the hand field silently all the way. Looking inside, they found that there were many swords and swords being practiced, and a big tiger was mixed in among them.

Ok?

Mr. Nakajima? ?

The competition seemed to have just begun. Since the big white tiger entered the arena, the other dueling swords around gradually stopped their movements, stepped aside, and began to watch with great interest.

Atsushi Nakajima's opponent is the five tigers who have great experience in repelling tigers.

Wu Hutui is petite, his limbs look thin, and his appearance is soft. Such a poor little being stared at by a big tiger is quite scary at first glance.

In fact, Atsushi Nakajima thinks so too.

After learning yesterday that everyone has hand-to-hand training every day, he put forward a request on the white cloth to participate in the training together. If he can learn some skills against the enemy and improve in combat... see you next time When we get to Akutagawa, there's no need to run away in a hurry, right?

Before the start, Atsushi Nakajima thought so, but he never expected that the one who practiced with him turned out to be the Five Tigers!

He knows that the children here have extraordinary strength...

But no!If the five tigers retreat, he can't do anything at all!As for those small arms and legs, I'm afraid that if I exert a little force, he will be injured, let alone use the strength of a tiger to fight the opponent.

Bai Hu stepped back, shaking his head to express his refusal, and looked around while shaking his head, but the onlookers had no intention of changing people, and even gave up a bigger venue by coincidence.

Izumi Mori Kanesada stretched out his hands to make a trumpet shape in front of his face, and reminded kindly with a smile: "Nakajima, don't underestimate the retreat of the five tigers. If you are unlucky, it will end in an instant!"

And just after Atsushi Nakajima listened to this sentence, he raised a little bit of vigilance in his heart, and looked back at the opponent the next second——

It was clearly a wooden knife, but it flashed a sharp and cold light like a real knife, and the sense of crisis rushed from the limbs to the tiger's tail in an instant.

Atsushi Nakajima's hair suddenly exploded, and then he felt a chill coming from the top of his head.

A bunch of white tiger fur slowly swayed from the air to the ground.

The culprit was standing on the right side of Atsushi Nakajima at this time, and the Five Tigers retreated as if teleporting, and changed positions in this short breath.

The soft-looking white-haired Xiao Zhengtai firmly held the wooden dagger in his palm, and his voice was also waxy: "Well, I'm sorry... If you feel pain, please tell me."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Tiger's face was dull.