[Comprehensive] God judges always treat me as a villain

The man's tall body fell heavily to the ground.

The silver-haired young man shook off the blood on the knife and put it back into the sheath.His gaze fell slowly, and fell on the strange ronin who was howling in pain not far away, his golden eyes were dim.

"Even if this man dies, can't he completely regain his sanity?"

From the man's words just now, he knew that this guy dressed as a ronin should also be the same sword Fusangshin as him, but he was manipulated into this unrecognizable appearance.

"I've seen so many knives, how can I recognize which one you are?" the young man muttered.

He took off the white cloak and put it on the unconscious girl's body, then put his left hand under her shoulder blade and his right hand on the crook of her leg, and hugged her effortlessly.

"Hold on a little longer." Lowering his head, the young man with silver hair and golden eyes lightly rubbed the girl's soft cheek, and said in a low voice, "I'll take you back right away."

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

"... Crane, Tsurumaru." A hoarse voice sounded behind him, "You must... small... heart..."

"Ha, I got it." Tsurumaru Kuninaga replied indifferently without turning his head, "Don't worry."

Suddenly there was a loud noise behind him, and immediately, a dazzling light illuminated the space.

Looking back, this daofusangshen who had only regained some consciousness at the end, together with the dead body on the ground, turned into fine dust in the air.

"boom--"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga kicked open the crumbling wooden door.

He kicked all the knives on the ground in the middle aside to make a space, and then carefully placed Hoshino Junxia on the ground.

The condition of the teenage girls is not ideal.

The old wounds and new wounds, even though they were gradually healing under the influence of Abe Seimei's formation, brought unspeakable pain to the girl.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga wiped the sweat off her forehead with his cuff, and as if to encourage her, Xuxu held the girl's pale and thin hand, staring at her face intently.

"So you look like this." He murmured, "You speak so loudly, but you're obviously not the indestructible type..."

Then, wake up quickly, so that you can know what kind of feeling "pain" really is.

Just as you hoped.

At this time, Hoshino Junxia drowned in a dream again.

Different from the dark dreams of the past, this time, she stood alone on the barren ground, surrounded by swords, and a bright moon above her head sprinkled the clear light, and the reflection of the blade made the surroundings look like daylight.

A gust of wind blows slowly, bringing many fine and small sand grains.

The grains of sand did not fall scatteredly on the ground, but gathered together very abnormally, gradually forming the outline of a person from bottom to top.

Facing such a terrifying scene, Hoshino Junxia opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"What are you?" she asked.

[Your injuries are serious, and even your spiritual world is unstable.Although I don't want to... But there is no other way, the first time we met, I had to talk like this. ]

The "person" made of sand grains sent the sound directly into Junxia Hoshino's mind.

[When your blood and your spiritual power work together, you can repair the sword and call out the spirit inside. ]

"Who are you?" she asked again.

[The name is a mantra. ] The man replied slowly: [By the way, a friendly reminder, you may feel a little uncomfortable after a while, so be mentally prepared. ]

The human figure collapsed, and the sand grains piled up on the ground, like a miniature hill.

Hoshino Junxia raised her head, quietly looking at the high moon.Suddenly, she grabbed the clothes in front of her chest, her legs softened, and she knelt on the ground——a violent and heavy sense of depression welled up in her heart.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was drowsy under the effect of the formation, suddenly opened his eyes.

The girl who was sleeping peacefully just now was pale, her lips were purple, her limbs twitched unnaturally, her whole body curled up into a ball uncontrollably, shaking violently.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga also showed a helpless expression as he had never seen such a symptom on a person who was about to recover from his injury.

"Hey, hello." As if wanting to calm the girl down, he held her thin shoulders and said in a hasty and urgent tone, "Did you have a nightmare, you, you wake up!"

What's going on here, isn't it the formation arranged by the great onmyoji, Abe Seimei?Will there be problems too?

Tsurumaru doubted his memory for the first time.

"cold……"

"what?"

"Cold, scared." Tears slid down Hoshino Junxia's cheeks, and her voice actually contained tears: "Papa and Mama died..."

It was indeed a nightmare.

Tsurumaru, who hadn't dealt with children who had nightmares for many years, looked dazed and wanted to smash the knife.

In desperation, he took a deep breath, and with a strong hand, he hugged the girl tightly in his arms.

"This is the first time I've met a master like you." He rested his chin on the top of the opponent's head, and said helplessly, "...I said you, what's going on? This shock is too great."

Is the initial knife's duty so heavy?

Tsurumaru was both happy and sad.

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid." Tsurumaru comforted strangely: "My name is Tsurumaru Kuninaga, can you hear me? My name is Tsurumaru Kuninaga, the sword born in the Heian period is yours... The original sword, you really said that before? Although I don’t know why you know me in human form, but I do have a handsome appearance, a lively personality, a love of scaring, and a very individual character.”

Maybe he didn't even realize it, he softened his voice unknowingly.

"...From now on, I will accompany you and fight for you."

Under his words of reassurance, the girl's anomalies finally stopped.

Tsurumaru let out a long breath.

He stretched out a hand, and was about to cover the girl's body with the cloak that had slipped to the ground due to the action just now, when suddenly, some warm liquid fell on his collarbone.

'Oops, it can't be saliva. ' he thought uneasily.

The new master, who was held in his arms, stretched out his hand and hugged him back.

"Hello." The new owner seemed to want to control his emotions, but unfortunately, there was still choking in his pretendingly calm voice.

"...Hello, Tsurumaru-den."

Tears fell drop by drop on his collarbone and slid down his chest, bringing a shiver.

Tsurumaru unconsciously increased the strength of the embrace.

"My name is Junxia Hoshino. From now on... please give me your advice."

The autumn wind and the flickering lights swayed the dark night. In the silent forest and in the silent wooden house, there were only two figures embracing each other quietly.

The next morning.

"There is a crane pattern on my chest, hence the name Tsurumaru."

Brilliant sunlight shone through the cracks and gently sprinkled on the two people in the house.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga held his own body and explained it carefully to Junxia.

"Here—the sword has been lost long ago. I used to care about it, but now it doesn't matter anymore."

"Does it really matter?"

"Ah, yes. However, if the master can help me find it somewhere, I will be very happy."

Hoshino Junxia nodded thoughtfully.

"Then, because the pattern of gentian flower is engraved on my sword, it is also called "Rindo (りんどう)". "

She said silently: "Why is it a gentian flower?"

"Maybe it looks more elegant." Tsurumaru speculated irresponsibly.

Hoshino Junxia nodded.

"Don't get me wrong, master, I'm a very sharp practical sword." Tsurumaru emphasized: "Whether you treat me as a precious treasure for generations, or appreciate me as a handicraft, I will be bored to death."

"Then what does Tsurumaru-dono want to do?"

The girl who had regained her "emotion" and was learning to "perceive" asked Fu Sangshen beside her in a ignorant manner.

"Of course it's on the battlefield." Tsurumaru said naturally.

Junxia said hesitantly: "In this case, the clothes will be dirty."

"If my pure white clothes are dyed crimson on the battlefield, it will look more like a crane, right?" Tsurumaru said, "Isn't that beautiful too?"

"...If the whole body is dyed red, it is a flamingo. A flamingo is not a crane."

Tsurumaru was speechless.

"Okay, I understand what you mean." Chunxia's eyebrows curved, "Of course I will let you go to the battlefield, so that the strength of the sword can be maximized, isn't it?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sighed briskly: "It's great that the master can think so."

He stood up first, then stretched out his hand to Chunxia, ​​so that the girl could stand up with strength, and then pointed to the messy swords all over the room.

"These, like me, lost their value as weapons as the times changed."

I thought I would spend the rest of the day in a boring way, but I didn't expect that I would gather here and wake up again because of someone's call.

"It seemed that I was still in Sannomaru just a second ago, being carefully taken care of by a cute little girl." It was rare that he actually talked about an unforgettable past like a grandfather: "At this time, a group of vicious guys Barged in and began to compete for us... Oh, that's such a familiar yet unfamiliar scene... Although I can understand it, I really can't agree with it."

Tsurumaru sighed: "Even though the end of the road, such a fragile little girl still wants to protect us. Master, don't you think it's interesting... Hasn't it always been the sword that protects human beings?"

Junxia quietly listened to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's confession.

Swords protect humans, but humans also want to protect swords.

She thought so, but didn't say it.

Because she knew that at this moment, Tsurumaru would never take her words to heart.

"By the way, master." Tsurumaru bent down, staring at Junxia with shining eyes, "Do you know what the flower language of gentian flower is?"

She shook her head.

"Yes—I fell in love with you when you were frightened."

...How could there be such a flower language?