[Comprehensive] Today's judges are also very willful

"God judge, sneer" The black-haired knife-wielding young man showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He flicked the blade and put the knife back into the sheath, completely unaware that there was nothing on the blade that should have been stained with blood.

The black hair touched his chin with a knife, and he was about to leave, but he was stopped by someone before he could go far.

There was a slight pulling force from Haori behind him, as if someone was standing behind him, pulling the hem of his clothes again and again, and the faint sound of breathing sounded beside his ears, which was extremely obvious in the quiet room.

Izumi Mori Kanesada was stiff all over, he stood there not daring to move, his hand was frozen on the handle of the knife at his waist.Fu Sangshen tried to break free from this force and leave here as soon as possible, but he almost exhausted all his strength and couldn't take a step.

"Who?" Izumi Mori Kanesada gritted his teeth and asked, he held the handle of the knife tightly and put himself on guard.

"Ken...san" A very familiar voice sounded in Izumi Mori Kanesada's ears, Qingyue's youthful voice was full of vitality and joy, just like what he saw when he came to this Maru just now, without the slightest trace of embarrassment Variety.

Izumi Mori Kanesada's body stiffened, as if a gust of cold air had frozen his heart instantly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face was terribly pale.

"Ken-san... are you back?" A voice full of joy sounded behind Izumi Mori Kanesada, and he could almost imagine the blue eyes of the boy behind him full of admiration and longing.

He looked at him with such trusting and reluctant eyes, the clothes on his body were broken into pieces, and a large amount of blood oozed from his chest, staining his coat red. He never thought that there would be such Much blood.

"Kunihiro..." Izumi Mori Kanesada's lips trembled slightly, and he read the name lightly, his fingers were clenched tightly, and there seemed to be something unbearable flowing in his eyes.

Horikawa Kunihiro, he still read his name until Broken Sword, and Izumi Mori Kanesada, he couldn't do anything, and in the end he only grabbed a pile of debris.

"Yes! Mr. Kanesada, is there anything you can ask me to do?" The black-haired and blue-eyed Wakisashi boy replied energetically. His voice was so happy that Izumi Mori Kanesada couldn't restrain himself from trembling.

"Kunihiro!" Izumi Mori Kanesada couldn't restrain himself anymore, he turned around suddenly, closed his eyes and expertly embraced the figure that was close behind him, he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to Looking at Wakizashi in front of him, he just hugged him tightly, as if he would disappear in the next moment.

"Kane-san? What's the matter with you? Did something happen?" Horikawa Kunihiro looked at Izumi Mori Kanesada who suddenly hugged him in a panic, and he hugged the black haired sword in front of him in a daze, without moving Dare to move gently comfort him.

"No matter what happens, I will stand with Mr. Jian! So, don't be sad, please?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada felt the breath of Horikawa Kunihiro, and when he heard that familiar voice, he was suddenly in a trance for a moment, feeling as if he was dreaming.

That's right, if he wasn't dreaming, how could he see Kunihiro again?Obviously...Obviously he has been raped by that woman...But if it was a dream, how could it be so real?

Izumi Mori Kanesada slowly let go of his hand. He carefully looked at the black-haired Wakizawa in front of him. His short black hair was neatly tucked behind his ears. His big blue eyes looked at him seriously. There is only his shadow, his eyes are slightly curved, full of nostalgia and tenderness.

He looked at him a little blankly, this dream is so real, there is still the remaining body temperature of the black-haired Wakizawa opposite in his hands, and he can feel the temperature of the opposite party when he breathes, is this really a dream?

Izumi Mori Kanesada suddenly became a little uncertain.

"Kane-san? Don't stand here in a daze!" Horikawa Kunihiro took his hand helplessly, and dragged him into the inner room, and Izumi Mori Kanesada let him pull him with a blank face, completely ignorant react to.

"Everyone is waiting for you! Jian-sang, why don't you come here quickly?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at everything in front of him with a straight face, isn't this really a dream?If it is a dream, then why is it so real, if not, then how did these things appear in this dark fallen Honmaru that has been isolated from the world for many years?

There is a dash of unique spring style in the wind, gently blowing across the cheeks and ears.The window is open, and the greenery outside the window is swaying blue, soaking the ground, and the cherry blossoms fluttering like another snow falling in spring.Occasionally, there are a few birdsong, and the clear and moving singing is hidden in the moonlight, beautiful like a painting.

The space in the inner room is extremely spacious, with well-arranged futons and soft couches distributed in various places in the room, half a stick of incense is lit on the incense burner in the middle, the curling smoke rises in the room, and the light breath flows slowly, It makes people feel like falling into a dream.

Yingwan and Sanriyue were sitting at a small table. He took a teaspoon, gently scooped out a little green tea, sprinkled it evenly on the bottom of the pot, and poured the hot water that had been prepared along the edge of the pot in circles. Pour it in, cover the pot lid, the movement is elegant and beautiful.

Maeda and Hirano on the side watched Umaru's movements with wide eyes, kneeling there curiously.The little tigers of the Five Tigers Tui chased a furry little fox and ran around, and the Five Tigers followed behind them and shouted anxiously. Yiqi Yizhen and Minghu watched this scene with a smile not far away. .

Tsurumaru secretly grabbed a little tiger and was going to put it around Jiang Xuezuowen's neck to scare him. Imaiken and Saya, who noticed his movements, led the dark-faced Yiqi Yizhen, Hasebe and Zong San dragged out the left and right words together.The drunken Jiro Tachi poured wine according to Yaoken and Yingwan, and was preached by the helpless Taro.

Beside them, Toru Nagasoya and Nippon Kai were fighting for wine, Hachisuka looked at them impatiently with a cold face.On the side, California Kiyomitsu and Ranto Shiro were discussing in low voices about the new henna colors that Wanya released this year, and Yamato Mamoru Ansada silently watched them, stopping Kiyomitsu from experimenting with his hands from time to time.

Izumi Mori Kanesada stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his fingers were trembling, as if something was choked in his throat, he couldn't say anything.

"Kane-san? Come on!" Horikawa Kunihiro took a few steps, and found that he hadn't followed, showing a helpless smile. He took Izumi Mori Kanesada's hand and walked towards the Shinsengumi's position. They both gave a gentle smile.

Kiyomitsu raised his right hand covered in nail polish and waved towards him. Nagsomi called out his name with a happy smile on his face. Hachisuka glanced at Nagsomi impatiently and treated him reserved Nodding, the short knives came over curiously and let out cheers of joy.

Unknowingly, the scene in front of him was a little blurry, Izumi Mori Kanesada couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, he stood there quietly, opened his eyes, trying hard to see clearly.

"Kane-san? Why are you crying?" Horikawa Kunihiro's panicked voice sounded, and Izumi Mori Kanesada realized that his face was already wet, and his vision was blurred by tears.

Once, he didn't cry when the knife was broken in Kunigiro, he didn't cry when Naga Somi was cut off by the knife countless times, he didn't cry when An Ding desperately went on the road of no return and finally disappeared, when Qingguang followed Sankayue and the others to leave He didn't cry either, but now, when he saw such a happy scene, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

"sorry Sorry sorry"

Izumi Mori Kanesada burst into tears. While crying, he waved the knife in his hand and murmured the names of his companions.