As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Pulling Yiyong who was not in the situation, the three quickly found a clean water source in a familiar place.

After cleaning him up, Zero stared at the boy with wet hair for a while, subtly having the illusion that he was preparing dishes...?

Stop, stop, although the beauty is delicious, but he doesn't want to experience doubles.

Satoshi tugged at Yoshiyuki's haori, and his tone was a little suspicious: "That's all right? Fujishiyama is so big and we only have one last night..."

His concern was logical, that now that the proposal had been made, someone who wasn't doing too much business but had enough ideas had already moved on.

As soon as Ling took out the knife, he cut a shallow gash on his arm quickly and ruthlessly. When a little blood was poured onto the inside of the blue moiré feather weave, neither of them had time to stop it. Dark colors are also unremarkable.

"A little bit is enough, right?"

Looking back, he found that the worldview of the two of them seemed to have been refreshed by him again.

Satu Yoshiyuki naturally knew that he was thin-blooded, but he never thought it could be used in this respect.

But even after making preparations like this, they walked along the way without incident, and Yiyong, who was used as the bait, was a little impatient, not to mention the two people who followed far behind.

Sato took a deep breath, and reluctantly comforted Zero, whose face was much scarier than his, and said, "Even if we can't find that ghost this time...after we go back and tell the teacher, there will be one in the future." The younger brothers and younger sisters can come and solve him."

He was obviously the one who was most anxious before, but now Sato calmed down a little bit.

The sky was dark and unclear, and the number of those who came to participate in the assessment was actually very large. Since it was the last night to stay here, they didn't need to care about their physical strength.

After walking for almost midnight, Yoshioka Tomioka met a preparatory swordsman who was fighting a ghost in the forest.

The ghost who smelled the smell in the back and forth battles suddenly turned around in the swordsman's astonishment, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki, who had been prepared for a long time, calmly held the ghost with the short knife in his hand, and then Nail it firmly to the ground in the shape of the breathing method.

The preparatory swordsman whose head was robbed saw this scene, although he was unwilling, but he could only endure it angrily. He looked at the ghost that was still moving, and couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you behead him?"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki ignored him, and just asked the ghost: "Have you ever seen a ghost with, well, a lot of hands and a long look that looks ugly?"

He had never seen the appearance of the hand ghost, so he picked out the key points and described it to him, and he thought it was okay.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and opened its mouth, but the saliva that was still drooling dripped all over the floor, in exchange for Tomioka Giyong's disgusted glance.

"Hey, let me say," the opponent was robbed and no one responded, and the reserve swordsman who had never seen such a scene scratched his hair with a feeling of incompetence and rage, "what's wrong with you—what's wrong with him? May tell you such news!"

Thinking about it, Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at him kindly: "Then do you know the news?"

"...What good does it do for me to tell you?"

"Benefits?" Tomioka Yoshiyuki thought for a while, "I will solemnly thank you."

Zero and Sato, who were hiding in the canopy of the tree, pinched each other's thighs and managed to keep from laughing.

"..."

After hearing this answer, the preparatory swordsman obviously saw Tomioka Yoshiyuki's temperament, and he didn't want to be serious at all after touching his face.

He still couldn't swallow the breath but he couldn't do anything about the guy in front of him, so he could only vent his anger on the ghost.

"I also heard from them that there is a particularly powerful ghost haunting this mountain, but I have never seen it. If there is any ghost that matches your description, I can only think of this one."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki was a little embarrassed, he just wanted to look up to see the direction of Sato and Zero, but he forced himself to turn his head abruptly.

If anyone among them was the least familiar with the swordsmen who came to participate in this trial, it must be him who did his part.

...Why does it sound quite proud?

Normally speaking, the contemporaries will gradually become familiar with each other. Although not many of them may live to the same retirement age as their teachers after leaving Fujishiyama, it can be regarded as a bond.

It's just that they are in a special situation. Looking back, I really haven't communicated with the swordsmen of the same period.

Satoshi stared at the conversation between the two, while Zero turned his gaze away from a distance. The closer he was, the more his vision was covered with a black veil.

The forest was filled with mist again, which was something they were all familiar with. The layered trees on Fujishi Mountain were much denser than those on Sagiri Mountain, so they looked extraordinarily dark.

Even the silver moonlight could not penetrate the cage where the wisterias were blooming all year round. Suddenly the shadows of the trees trembled, and the ground trembled slightly.

A familiar arm was pale to blue, and when it stretched out from the blind spot of vision, it was almost only an afterimage.

Giyuu grabbed the handle of the knife very quickly and cut off the neck of the ghost nailed under his knife. He calmly rolled to the side to avoid the sneak attack of that hand.

But the reaction of the swordsman with his back was not so fast, he was half a beat slower, and just happened to be caught by the palm.

"Wait a minute." Zero hesitantly tugged on the hem of Satu's clothes, who almost rushed out of the tree, "Yiyu's gesture... let's not expose ourselves."

Sato took a closer look, and in less than a second he scanned his surroundings, and said coldly: "Outflank."

The pink-haired boy already had his own aura, and his cold eyes were almost blazing with fire.

After passing this information to the two of them who were hiding, Tomioka Yoshiyuki chased after him without saying a word.

He ran for quite a distance in the dark before he saw the true face of the hand ghost.

"No, no—" The only eyes on Hand Ghost's smiling face stared at him, "Another little fox—"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked over with eyes as if he had some serious illness: "?"

Even he quickly realized that he was talking about his disaster relief mask.

"Who are you looking for?" Even though he asked, Tomioka Yoshiyuki already had an answer.

His eyes swept across the companion caught by the hand ghost, which was an unintentional move, but in the eyes of the hand ghost, it had another meaning: "Hehehe - did two little foxes come this time?" ? Do you have a bad relationship? Why don't you go together?"

The eager repeated questioning seemed to be to hide his unnatural emotions, the hand ghost confidently grabbed the hostage and approached a few steps, and a few more palms emerged from the dark.

He smiled distortedly: "Do you want to save him?"

As soon as the words fell, Satu moved to the predetermined position and Zero adjusted his breath, and then the force that jumped down from the tree rolled forward and slashed down.

His purpose is very simple, that is, the palm that is big enough to cover the entire body of the preparatory swordsman is connected to the thinnest part of the arm.

However, the feeling of touching the blade under his hand was not the same as what Zero expected, and the seemingly arrogant but extremely cautious hand ghost suddenly released more arms.

Even though the muffled sounds of flesh and blood being sliced ​​open came one after another, there were even a few extremely subtle noises mixed in.

After landing firmly, Zero only glanced at the cracked blade: "Tsk."

He had forgotten that he had been working intensively for such a long time and had no maintenance at hand, and the Sun Wheel Knife, which was not tailor-made, did not take advantage of his hand.

When the hand ghost saw this scene, he laughed wildly and loudly: "It's cracked, it's cracked—it really is cracked."

"So?" Zero really wondered what he was happy about.

The water blade that turned back from the depths of the secluded forest cut off the wrist of the swordsman in preparation for the hostage. As soon as the swordsman who had experienced these storms landed, the sleeves rolled with clouds happened to come from his Passed by.

"Water Breathing · Unbridled Shape · Hitting the Tide."

A calm lake also has its own temper, and the firelight is not all bright colors.

The flame belonging to Yoshiyuki Tomioka is like an extremely quiet mountain mist, densely gathered is a warm rain curtain, and the color of the lit flame is white.

In their eyes, there are high mountains and flowing water, wild flowers growing under the trees in Sawu Mountain, and thousands of forests after the mist is cleared away.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's sword may be more worn, but he is better at the attack type in the breathing method, and he also used the three-type Liuliu dance with one hand hidden.

Moving around in a large area, Yiyong caused more trouble to the hand ghost than Zero's slashing and slashing.

"No, it's useless, two little things that are at the end of their strength, what kind of waves do you want to make—"

Ling pulled his terrified companion to avoid the attack of the hand ghost, and there was a thin line in his eyes reflecting everything in front of him for a long time: "This metaphor is quite educated."

"It's just that we didn't seem to have said that the righteous beating was only the two of us?"

Amidst the howling wind, Sato jumped up.

His goal is very clear. Under the cover of Yiyong, most of the defense of the hand ghost has collapsed, and the neck is exposed, only the last arm is around.

The hand ghost is still confident at this moment: "I know, I know that you killed more ghosts than the little fox over there—"

"You can't stop chopping my neck...hehehe...after your knife breaks, uh...?"

Sometimes flags may be generic.

The tall head was thrown away, the scene in his eyes was reversed, and the hand ghost watched his body gradually turn into ashes.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki put the sword back into its sheath. He glanced at Zero and Saito respectively, and said firmly, "You have changed the sword."

"You expected this situation." Saito couldn't be happy after killing the hand ghost, "This is all developing according to your plan, isn't it?"

With no ghost present, Zero pinched the lower edge of the mask and lifted it up.

The feeling of guilt almost overflowed from the smiling face, he said cautiously to Saitu: "Isn't that the assigned task, good steel should be used on the blade...?"

"For the first time, when you first met the hand ghost, you could kill him, right?"

Ling Weiwei raised his hand: "Can you listen to my sophistry?"

Seeing Sato and Giyuu getting closer, his throat moved and he simply closed his eyes.

It's just that the expected friendly personality correction punch didn't come, Satu clenched his fist and hit him on the shoulder, hating the iron for not being able to make it hard: "Even if it's acting, you should at least pretend to be a bit like it?"

"Sophistry..." Yiyong thought for a while, and said with a knife: "Shouldn't it be an explanation?"

They have known for a long time that they are eccentric, sometimes they can refresh their three views, and sometimes they give them an old-school style, and their brain circuits are different from others.

There is nothing to say, and they can accept it.

Zero changed his posture seriously, sat upright and surrendered: "Slip of mouth, slip of tongue."

Seeing that he couldn't hide the twinkling things in his eyes like the melting morning stars under his straight face, the two looked at each other and sighed in sync.

Forget it, sooner or later, they will know the whole truth, right?