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As Fusangshen Yaki Hasebe has been sleeping in the knife, he can't remember when he became conscious, and he doesn't remember when he woke up.

"As a gift... can you give me that knife?"

This was the first sentence Yaki Hasebe heard after becoming conscious.It should be a young girl, with a bit of immatureness in her clear voice, very much like a sparrow in Natsuri Marunaka, it passes through the sheets of various colors picked up by the wind on the laundry yard, lightly Leaped onto the branch.

But the Honmaru is gone, and since they became the Blade of the Lord, the Manyozakura no longer bloom, and the willows fluttering with gentle and soft catkins have also become dry and ugly.

Hasebe, who was pressed and cut, was the last Fusangshen to fall asleep.He remembered that the first person to close his eyes was Katsen, and after that, Tsurumaru would often jokingly say, "If Katsen saw it, he would be furious."Before Yaki Hasebe fell into a deep sleep, he had no intention of waking up. This kind of wild hope was wiped out after he settled down with his colleagues.

So, when he opened his eyes and saw the girl holding his main body, he was really shocked.

Hasebe remembers the first time he saw his lord—the girl was wearing a pink singlet, her eyebrows were pretty, she was smiling, but she was about to cry.

So Yaki Hasebe followed her gaze and saw the man in the seat.The patriarch of eternal bliss, a man tainted with a nasty smell of blood, he heard his name from the mouth of the lord—Tong Mo.

Yaki Hasebe regards Tong Mo as his lifelong enemy. He has already thought about it. If one day the lord can hear his voice, or can show up in this world, he must kill the boy named Tong Mo. guy.

"It would be great if Hasebe could talk to me." In the courtyard in early spring, new greenery was drawn around the pond. When Hasebe came back to his senses, he saw his lord sitting barefoot on the porch, shaking Looking at the misty distant mountains outside the wall with his legs crossed, "Miss Hui is gone, the new kid seems to hate me, so he doesn't want to talk to me."

Ryoko, 15, paused, "But she seems to like her brother very much."

Hasebe pursed his lips, knelt down beside the beautiful girl, and clenched his hands in white gloves.

"Sometimes I think that if I die, I won't have to live in such fear."

Even though it was such a sad event, Yakiri Hasebe did not hear the suppressed tremor in Ryoko's voice.The tone of the girl's words seemed to be an extremely common thing, like a person who is hungry to eat and tired to sleep.

"But if I die, no one can stop my brother." She paused and frowned, "This is wrong, I have to stop my brother."

Ryoko started to practice sword quietly from that time. When she practiced sword, Yakiri Hasebe stood beside her and watched her. The distance was neither far nor close, but she planned to go up to stop her a few times.

Yaki Hasebe no longer remembered what kind of person he was in office after his death. He didn't know whether it was too long and he forgot, or the political affairs deliberately erased his memory.

However, he always felt that his current protagonist was very familiar and kind to him.

It was as if they had known each other for a long time.

This is probably one of the reasons why Yakiri Hasebe wanted so much to take the girl named Ryoko away from this temple—his lord was too tired to live.

If Izumi Mori and the others wake up, they will definitely blame him for his negligence.

But not long after that, Yaki Hasebe encountered the existence that he hated second.Nuliang is slippery, he can feel the evil spirit emanating from the former just by standing next to him.

Hasebe felt that this must be a long-lived monster, but his lord didn't seem to be on guard at all.

Hasebe's troubles reached their peak after the big monster Nura Yuba asked "Would you like to be my woman?" The blade in his hand pierced the opponent's head, but it was useless.

In retrospect, if he had been able to talk to the lord at that time, he might have been able to seriously teach his lord the distance he should keep from strangers for a day.

"What kind of knife! Press-cut Hasebe is a unique treasure!"

That was the first time Yakiri Hasebe heard his lord lose his bearing. The girl holding the sword tightly blushed a little after shouting these words. She seemed to be a little annoyed by her gaffe. He looked like he lacked confidence, but he didn't back down at all in the end.

The press-cut Hasebe was decided at that time.

——If it’s the person in front of you.

——Even if it wasn't his voluntary life, he was willing to risk his life.

After all, Yakiri Hasebe clearly realized that even if he was injured or died, he would not be abandoned.

The green of the branches dimmed little by little. I don't know when spring turned into summer, and summer turned into autumn.

Katsuki Hasebe heard from other people that his lord was born in winter, a beautiful and pure white season, but his lord seemed to hate it very much.

"Although winter is also very good, there is always a cold feeling, which makes people involuntarily have the illusion that even the blood in the body is frozen."

——This is what his lord wrote down in his diary.

The ink on that diary faded away as soon as it dried, and Hasebe felt quite miraculous.But what is even more amazing is that within a quarter of an hour, other words appeared on the open diary.

[Hey, but Ryoko-chan was born in winter, do you even hate yourself? ]

His lord did not reply to this sentence at the time.

However, when the night was silent, the girl who had placed the knife next to the quilt got her head out of the quilt.

Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting, still remembered that his lord stared at his body for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand and touched his sword with warm fingertips.

This kind of gentle touch was also conveyed to Hasebe's face, and Fu Sangshen, who was always serious, couldn't help but get red ears.

Hasebe remembered that it was an extremely complicated look. He couldn't explain it clearly, but he vaguely felt that it seemed to be full of hope, but also seemed to be full of despair.

At that time, Hasebe, who was cutting and cutting, didn't understand why, but it became clear the next day.

The 16-year-old Ryoko pointed his sword at the man on the lotus seat.

- Impossible to fight and win.

Sensing the change of breath in Tong Mo's body, Hasebe frowned, his expression was gloomy, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

— After all, the opponent is no longer human.

Yaki Hasebe didn't have any regrets about his body being cut off by Tong Mo. Although the severe pain was conveyed to his heart at that moment, but if he had to say it, Yaki Hasebe only felt pain for himself. Deep disgust.

He should be the guardian of the Lord's Blade.

Hasebe, who was pressed and cut, clearly remembered that his protagonist no longer concealed his despair from that time on.When his body was carefully wrapped in cloth by the girl and put into the cabinet, she lowered her eyes and stroked his broken blade again.

"What on earth was I born into this world for?"

That was the first time Hasebe saw his lord cry, and it was also the last time.

"I'm a monster like my brother."

— No, you are not.

"Those people who died at the hands of my brother who don't know their names are obviously very pitiful, but after a brief surprise, I don't feel any sadness."

"Afterwards, there was no more surprise."

- Please stop denying yourself.

"Although I keep telling myself that this is wrong, it doesn't seem to work anymore."

Pressing and cutting Hasebe watched the 16-year-old girl neatly fold the letter paper and place it under the blown out oil lamp.

He watched her put on a heavy kimono, and walked towards the dry tree step by step in the heavy snow.

"Useless people should also die."

Fu Sangshen just watched helplessly as his lord fell silent.But strangely, he did not fall into a slumber once again as the Master's Blade.

Hasebe felt that this was probably his punishment.

——If you are a useless person, then what am I, who is Kakiri Hasebe?

Press cut Hasebe closed his eyes.

In the tens of days after that, maybe even a few months, in the room of the dead girl, Hasebe, whose eyes were closed, was awakened by a burst of light.

Fu Sangshen, who was already very weak, heard Bailan Jiesuo's voice.

"Hmm~ Isn't this Hasebe-kun?" There was feigned surprise in his voice, his eyes swept across the dusty room, "Hey, sure enough, did Ryoko-chan die?"

Brandeso didn't show sadness about this incident, he just showed a look of distress for a moment, "What a wayward child."

Surprised that the person in front of him could actually see himself, Hasebe wanted to get angry for a moment, but before that, Bailan Jesso interrupted him with a smile.

"Do you want to see Ryoko-chan again, Hasebe-kun?"

The memory of pressing and cutting Hasebe ends here.He still doesn't know Blancheso's name, nor his purpose.Whether it is a god or a monster, at least 100 years later, the man's words have really become a reality.

The man in the purple priest's uniform had a soft and serene gaze between his downcast eyes.

Compared with a hundred years ago, his lord's hair seems to be shorter, but his eyes are still clear and clean.

Under the gaze of Ryoko's puzzled eyes, Yakiri Hasebe finally said the lines he wanted to say a hundred years ago.

"What do you need me to do for you? Slash your retainers? Attack the temple with fire? As long as it is the order of the lord, I will do it for you no matter what."

In Fu Sangshen's eyes, who was holding the blade, there was a wild dog-like unwillingness and desire under his calmness.

The sakura blowing snow that covered the sky and the sun fell, and the silver-glowing blade cut off the ice doll in half. At the same time, the bright moon rose in the long-abandoned Honmaru.

In the Daguang room, the Fusangshen who had been sleeping for a hundred years opened their eyes again.