Forced to reincarnate, I want to be a villain

"Well...Actually, instead of helping me solve my love troubles, I have always had a doubt that I need you to answer."

After withdrawing the expression of question marks on his face because of Higakiri's miraculous speech, Truth instantly returned to seriousness, and even the appearance of the previous love brain attack was completely gone.

Because the table in front of him was broken, Makoto stood up and walked to the table where Mikazuki Obimaru Hikiriki was drinking tea and sat down.

Hong Tong glanced around, her expression was still calm.

Before she could say anything, several people in the store realized something, put down their work, and all looked at her.

She exhaled lightly, and then said:

"You are not ordinary people? You are not even... not people in this world."

Truth looked at the somewhat changed expressions of several people, and the thousand-year-old Dao Sanzheng sitting in front of her only slightly changed his expression, and even understood it somewhat.

Of the few over there, only Yao Yan was a little calmer, obviously he was the youngest among them, but his personality was inexplicably more mature.

Each of these shop assistants has a distinct personality and quite a characteristic.More or less, it can be connected with the era and historical master of the name of its own sword.After getting along for a period of time, the truth is almost clear.

"It's not an ordinary person...not necessarily. Maybe it's not a human being? Even assuming that you are really running a themed restaurant, you have designed yourself a distinctive character design related to the historical background of the sword according to the name of your sword. But if humans In role-playing, it is impossible to keep the characters so good and sincere all the time. That is obviously your original character. But in that case, why do you have so many people and various character habits that coincide with the era of swords and swords? The historical background coincides, and there is no great sense of disobedience..."

"And, do you all use knives? I have used Mr. Hasebe's knife before. After I went back, I also checked the information based on my impressions. I also went to a museum to compare it with the national treasure's press-cut Hasebe. It matches perfectly. But the Nazhen used before even broke away from the obsolete brought about by the changes of the times, it is really a good knife that has spanned the century."

When he said this, the truth showed an expression on his face as if he saw something he liked.

She thought for a while, and then continued: "Also, it is a coincidence that not long before I met you, I met a young man with pink hair on the road. He called me Master. It’s a bit more exaggerated. But he should also be with you? The knife in his hand, let me think about it... tortoise pattern, tortoise shell...is it tortoise shell Zhenzong?"

"It is said that the utensils are placed for a hundred years, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and they can turn into monsters in human form-that is the legend about Fusangshen. You are actually Fusangshen of swords. But this world can give birth to Fusangshen with the same name as yours. The body of your sword has not lost any vibrations, so you will not be the swords of this world. Besides... Although this world has all kinds of wonderful superpowers, it still sounds a little unbelievable that a sword can transform into a human form. "

After finishing speaking, Truth sighed softly, slightly bent his eyes and showed a soft smile:

"There should be no problem with what I said? However, you didn't intend to pretend how perfect it was at the beginning. It's strange that I can't see it. The remaining puzzles are why you are so kind to me, and some people are too respectful. .Because I am the master? But where did I come from as the master of you famous knives? But this problem is obviously in my memory. I lost the memory before I was six years old, but I guess it is not The ones related to you. So it's the previous life...?"

After the girl's voice fell, the atmosphere was silent for a while.

There were more or less complicated emotions in Dao Jian's eyes present.

Many of their cognitions are subverted these days.

The familiar and unfamiliar masters in front of them still have similar personalities and attitudes when getting along with them.But the sudden increase in force value, a healthy physical condition that does not need to be worried at all, a rather bizarre life background, a very high acceptance ability that does not meet the age, and...

The girls in front of them may have experienced a lot more than they imagined in these years...Did they encounter very difficult things when they were not around?

"Hahaha... the little girl has really grown up a lot."

Mikazuki covered her lower lip with the sleeve of her kimono, interrupting the overly quiet atmosphere with a refreshing laugh.

The mustache next to him also nodded, his eyes were bent and he smiled softly, and his voice was also soft, "Isn't that better? Now I feel more like a master."

"Well, I said before that it was just a small detail."

Yingmaru put down the teacup, sighed softly, reached out and rubbed the truth's head.

Truth shook his head with his hand, and heard his gentle and gentle voice again, "Yes, we are all your knives."

"...Have you seen it long ago?" Hasebe's expression was still a little complicated, between nervous and relieved.

After finishing a long passage that had been held back for a long time, Truth completely relaxed. She propped her chin on her elbow, and sighed softly:

"I didn't care when you told me these things before, because I can see from your expressions on weekdays that there must be a big difference between the me in your impression and the me now-you probably need time to get familiar with the present Me? I have a lot of time and I'm not in a hurry. Besides, I also like being treated so gently by you..."

"But it doesn't work now. I have to figure it out before others... I didn't think about it that much at the time. I thought about it after I went back. It's nothing to Chuya, but since Dazai has come here, it means The Port Mafia has already started investigating you. Last time you introduced your names... Ah, he doesn't even have to spend time with you like I did. He can guess pretty well."

Hearing this, Hasebe's expression was a bit unbelievable.

"Although that boy seems really unfathomable...but, just..."

"Don't think about it, with his IQ, there may be more than I thought."

Truth sighed helplessly.

"Although he won't cheat me. However, Yokohama is going to be chaotic soon. I won't have so much free time to run here. I'm still a little worried, so don't get involved...you don't Have you noticed that there have been more gang fights at night recently? Although it is just the beginning, the rare peace in this city...is about to be disrupted again."

She looked farther away, looking out of the window at the still peaceful street.He pursed his lips a little annoyed.

"Then master, will you be in danger?" Because the words have already been said, they have no scruples, they all changed their words, and Horikawa Kunihiro's blue eyes were full of worry, "Please let us protect you."

"Kunihiro is right, even if you are strong now. But we are not weak - there is no need to worry about us, we are powerful swords. Of course. In terms of practicality and beauty, Izumimori and Kanesada But it’s both.”

Izumi Mamoru grinned and smiled flamboyantly. The already handsome young man looked even more radiant now.

"You are the lord, give us orders as much as you want?"

"Yeah, take me with you too, it won't hinder you, General." Yaken Toshiro walked over, his purple eyes full of smiles.

"Although you...forget it." Da Baoping raised his eyebrows, hugged his shoulders, and said confidently, "No matter what you say, you should know that I am a famous sword among famous swords, and I want you to see me real value."

Truth raised her eyes to look at them, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Although I know you don't think that way. But I still want to tell you."

Hasebe bent down in front of the truth, put his palm on his heart, and spoke sincerely and respectfully.

"Master, we don't treat you with this closeness because we regard you as the past... Whether you remember or not, in our eyes you will always be the master, and your soul will never change .”

"It's just because of our dereliction of duty that we haven't been by your side all the time. Please continue to familiarize us with what you look like when you grow up, and let us continue to be your knives. I cut Hasebe—only for the one in front of you, the current one. It exists for the master. Please tell me everything, as long as it is the master's order, I will fulfill it for you."

"Mr. Hasebe...you are really too respectful." Truth recovered from her stupefaction, sighed after being moved, and scratched her cheek in embarrassment, "To be honest, I didn't recover Before the relevant memory, I was still not used to being called the master."

"Actually, I'm not used to being called Mr. by you..." Hasebe straightened up, clenched his fist and coughed against his chin, his eyes drifted a little, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Well, it's almost the same feeling for each other. And... of course I don't think so much."

Truth bent his eyes and smiled: "Because someone told me before... Whether I want to remember those memories or not, I will always be me. People live in the present, even if they lose a lot of memories, but now The me here must be the most perfect appearance after I have grown up."

"This person is very good at speaking—well, I like these words, they are very beautiful and handsome words." Izumi Mori nodded.

"The little girl wants to sign a contract with us again?" San Riyue rolled her eyes with a smile, "That would be great."

"Well... now that I know your real name, Patriarch." Higashiki said with a smile, "let's conclude a deeper contract. In this way, no matter where your soul goes, we can quickly found it."

"I knew you had this purpose, and you were the one who asked the master's name first." Hasebe snorted coldly, "It should not be logically speaking...but we actually think so. After all , I can no longer bear the feeling of not being able to find my master after losing it again."

"Uh, sorry, it's my fault..." Truth blinked in a daze, and subconsciously apologized.

"……it's not your fault."

Yingwan sighed softly, stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the girl who didn't know why, a faint smile appeared in his blue eyes, his voice was gentle and firm.

"Truth, you are our master, you can leave anything to us, and we will naturally respond to your expectations."

After the soft voice fell, cherry blossom petals blowing like snow confused her eyes.

The truth is only in the blink of an eye, and the scenery in front of you has completely changed.

She was at the gate of an antique courtyard, which was very large.As far as the eye can see, there are layers of cherry trees blooming in the open space.In the distance are the castle tower and ancient Japanese houses and corridors.

The few people who accompanied me have already completed the wonderful one-click change of clothes...and changed their clothes.Some are quite in line with the samurai costumes of the sword era, and some are battle costumes that are in line with their temperament——

And the aisle in front of the truth.

All the people she had seen more or less in the restaurant before were all there, and they were all dressed up in that way.

At this moment, they lined up in two rows, bowed their eyes respectfully and knelt in front of her on one knee.

truth:"……"

This battle is really too spectacular.

The author has something to say:

How should I put it, god judges, a group of beautiful men kneel down to me, it's really cool (wake up)

Although I am really used to sprinkling sugar throughout the whole process of writing love lines without twists and turns, as long as I agree with them, I can get married smoothly in the next second, but this is really a long story.There are still two worlds left, at least one must go first (shouting) Sweeter love is behind!