[Comprehensive] Today's judges are also very willful

The judge is dead.

Kneeling half-kneeling on the ground, Hasebe looked at the dark blood gradually spreading on the ground, and the pale and ferocious head soaked in the blood, his eyes were a little dazed.

The face that was still laughing arrogantly and humiliating him just now has been frozen forever on the distorted expression, and the blood-colored eyes stared at him firmly, as if saying:

Look, that's the knife that cut Hasebe, claiming to be the master's life, but killed his master in the end.

Yes, he personally killed the god judge, his former master and his most hated enemy.

Hasebe suddenly felt overwhelmed. He looked at his hand holding the knife, and was speechless for a moment. deeper self-doubt.

He is already dead, so it doesn't matter if he kills the judge.

The god judge is no longer his master, he did not kill the master.

--boom

A loud crash broke the silence, the bright knife light cut through the void, and unreservedly slashed at the trance-like Hasebe, who was caught off guard and flew backwards heavily Go out, hit the wall on the other side, slip and fall to the ground.

"Ahem..." Hasebe Kakiri struggled to get up from the ground, leaning on the ground with the sword in his hand, half kneeling on the ground, coughing in pain, and fell into a state of serious injury.

"Show such an expression, what are you going to do?" The boy with short silver-white hair stood on the other side, the sword in his hand was still in the motion of swinging the knife. He looked indifferently at Hasebe, and sharply sarcastically asked.

"Are you sad about this thing? Yaki Hasebe, I have never underestimated your stupid loyalty, but I never thought that at this point, you would have other feelings because of the death of this thing. "

Hotaru smiled strangely as she spoke, with a wide grin on the corner of her mouth, but cold and sharp eyes, "Let me think about it, are you still suffering from the act of killing the master? Hasebe"

"As expected of Yaki Hasebe, whose destiny is God's destiny, even at this moment, he is still thinking of such a god judge who is not worthy of your allegiance at all." Hotaru tilted his head slightly, with big green eyes With a touch of sullenness.

The Datachi Fu Sangshen swung the knife-holding hand heavily, and the sharp and sharp Datachi flew towards the opposite side with his movements, and ran straight to the front door of Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting.

Da Dao Fu Sangshen wanted to dodge the knife, but he was seriously injured and couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as the sharp point of the knife rushed towards him, pointing straight at the center of his eyebrows.

Hasebe tightly held the datachi in his hand, and clenched his teeth tightly. He stared at the oncoming odachi, his mind was blank, and he almost instinctively approached the odachi. Moved back an inch in a moment.

—— Clang

The oncoming Datachi stopped only two inches away from Hasebe's cheek, and narrowly brushed against the tip of Dadao Fusangshen's nose, and the sharp wind of the sword cut off a few strands of hair on Dadao Fusangshen's forehead. The broken hair fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Hasebe stared blankly at the big sword falling at his feet, and the hair falling from his head, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"So there's nothing to say?" Hotaru slowly walked over from the other side, his young body had the illusion of being extremely tall when viewed from Hasebe's angle, which made him confused He grasped the body tightly in his hand.

"Dodge consciously, Hasebe, you finally showed me that you still have hope of being saved." The short boy with silver-white hair came slowly, with an elegant and calm posture like a god walking in the sky, he looked at it lightly Glancing at Hasebe, he wondered why he couldn't even utter half a rebuttal.

"Just die like this, are you willing?" Yingwan walked up to Dadao Fusangshen and stood still. He looked straight at the half-kneeling Hasebe on the ground. The height of the young child was just about the same as Hasebe at this time. Gao, he took a step forward, squeezed Dao Fusangshen's chin, tilted his head and asked softly.

"Are you willing? Die without having time to display your abilities and talents"

"Are you willing? Bearing the charges of killing the master and falling into the dark, you just leave in disgrace."

"Are you willing? Didn't get any trust and love you wanted, just shattered like this"

"Are you willing? Just because of such a thing, I wasted my whole life in vain."

"Cutting and cutting Hasebe, are you willing?" The eyes of the Datachi boy's shining eyes were full of bewitching, he looked at the silent Hasebe with a half-smile, like a deceptive demon, in his ears while whispering.

"No..." There was a look of misery on Hasebe's face, and the trace of struggle and unwillingness hidden under the pain.Da Dao Fu Sangshen raised his head, and looked straight at the extremely strange companion in front of him, his eyes were blank.

"Not reconciled... so what?" Yaki Hasebe said softly, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

Dao Fu Sangshen didn't get any response, but he didn't care about it, but slowly moved back, avoiding Hotaru's restraint.

Hasebe moved back slowly, half leaning against the wall behind and straightened up very slowly. The wound on his body was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Da Dao Fu Sangshen raised his wrist with difficulty, and sorted out his clothes bit by bit. He tried hard to flatten the folds on his skirt, and buttoned the buttons on his shirt to his neck one by one. He also tried to tidy up the cuffs of his clothes, tied the armor of the outer robe, and fastened the tie at the neckline firmly, striving for every inch to be meticulous.

Hotaru just stood there, quietly watching Dao Fusangshen's action, he didn't say any more sarcasm, and he didn't step forward to restrain the opponent again, he just stood there, watching coldly Press-cut Hasebe, without any indication.

Not far behind him, the other knives had returned to their human form at this time, standing silently in place, watching the conversation between Hasebe and Hotaru from afar.

Ishikirimaru originally wanted to stop when he saw Hasebe was directly and seriously injured by Hotaru, but was pulled back by Imaiken.Even after wandering for a long time, he still maintained a gentle and loving sword, looked at the silver-haired dagger who stopped him in puzzlement, and looked at Imken with a slight frown.

"It's okay, Ishikirimaru." Imaito tilted his head slightly, patted the hem of his stupid brother's clothes with a smile, and said happily, "Aru has a sense of proportion, and he won't really let Hasebe get hurt."

"Aruji??? Isn't that Hotaru???" Ishikirimaru was taken aback. The tall Odachi stretched his neck and tried to look over there, but no matter how he looked, he could only see the familiar face of Hotaru. This made the always calm and serious Shendao a little at a loss.

"Jiang Xuedian" the water-colored long-haired Taidao youth looked at Fu Sangshen who closed his eyes slightly and recited the scriptures in front of him, with a complex expression and a hint of relief, "Are you awake?"

"...Sorry, the first phase of the palace." Jiang Xuezuo opened her eyes, with a little apology in her expression, and a softness flashed in her ice-like eyes, "Thank you for these times."

"You don't need to apologize, and you don't need to thank him." In the first issue, he staggered his eyes and didn't continue to look at him. Instead, he turned his gaze to the ground on the other side, as if he was quite interested in the complicated patterns engraved on the ground.

"At any time, you don't need to do this for the first phase, it's yours, and you are willing." Tai Dao youth said in a young voice.

Sandwiched between the two pairs of knives, Kunihiro Yamababa tightened the white sheet silently, buried his face deeper, and did not look at these guys' reminiscences.

You guys... are you bullying me an imitation knife? !If Horikawa or Yamabushi are here! ... Forget it, it doesn't seem to be of any use, let alone Yamabushi, Horikawa probably only has Kanesan in his eyes.

Today, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who is also a blade, squatted silently in the corner, ignoring other people, and drew circles alone.

Hotaru glanced at the bustle and reminiscence over there, just curled her lips, ignored them, but looked at Fu Sangshen with a serious expression in front of her with more interest.

The edge of Hasebe's coal-colored hair, which was cut by pressure, glowed faintly against the golden light that flashed above his head. Although there were some broken and messy bloodstains on his body, the neatly arranged clothes were meticulously worn on his body. Holding his own body tightly to beat the knife, he leaned against the wall and slowly stood up.

——Although the movement was slow, the severely injured Hasebe still stood up.

"Not reconciled...how can you be reconciled?" Da Dao Fu Sangshen said with his head leaning against the wall, looking up at the looming light curtain in the sky.

"Why...why not me? Dead, broken, why not me?——I often think like this" Dadao Fusangshen chuckled and spoke in a shy voice.

"I thought I didn't care about that for a long time. What kind of mission, what responsibility, those insistences, have been broken by myself."

"Even if it's death, there's nothing to be afraid of. I thought I could really be so calm." Yaki Hasebe exhaled lightly, as if it didn't matter.

"But you didn't." A cold voice came, interrupting Hasebe's narration, "Hasebe, what were you thinking when you dodged my knife?"

"..." Yaki Hasebe clenched his fists tightly, and his face showed a look of struggle, but finally he let go of his hands weakly, relaxed the strength of his whole body, and quietly looked up at the sky.

"Yes, I'm unwilling," he said, "but what's the use of being unwilling?"

"I am Yaki Hasebe. As long as it is the command of the lord, whether it is to kill the vassals or attack the temple with fire? I can do it." He looked at his hand and said softly, "I have always said so, but When I found out that the lord's order was to hurt innocent companions... I couldn't do what I said at all."

Hasebe took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Why is there a need for a knife like me to exist? He said that everything belongs to the Lord, but in the end he rebelled against the Lord."

"He's right, I deserve to be the knife thrown by that man... Nobunaga-kun." Hasebe looked at the fallen head of the God-inspector in the distance, his eyes dazed.

"That lord... the lord judge who sent you here, what qualifications do I have to follow him and occupy the position arrogantly?"