As we all know, winding zero is a human being

The early morning sky at the end of the final trial seemed to be coated with a layer of smudged color on the scroll, the faint clouds had no color, and the light extending from the horizon to the distance dispelled the night.

Ubuyashiki Yoya silently counted the number of swordsmen who came out from behind the torii gate, raised his hand for a while, and lightly covered the surprise in his eyes.

Not one is missing. All the examiners in this period have passed the trial.

The swordsmen who came out with their shoulders crossed and their backs still had fear on their faces, but after passing through the torii gate, they all looked back at the mountain in unison, and there was something in their eyes.

"Congratulations, everyone, for passing the trial." After sorting out his emotions, Yoya Ubuyashiki's smile never let go, "Next, we will distribute team uniforms and liaisons to everyone, and you can choose to make Japanese knives of the ore."

Zero nodded when he heard the last sentence, he will come and go like this, besides being called out by the water, his head has been lowered since 200 years ago, it is nothing more than a few hundred years, and the outside world is almost gone Inherited forging technology.

As for the liaison, well, it's all in this era, so it won't be the same as he imagined, right?

More than a dozen crows came down after Yashiki Yaoya finished speaking, as if confirming his thoughts.

Sato raised his arm to stop his crow, fiddled with the crow's sharp beak, and the one belonging to Yiyong landed directly on top of his head very arrogantly.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki raised his head, but he stopped in the middle of the movement: "Come down?"

His crow seemed to be as cold as him, folding its wings and preoccupied with preening its feathers.

He had no choice but to let this little guy use his hair as a nest.

There was only one circling in the low sky that was still flying, and Ling looked up at the crow that wanted to land but hadn't yet, so he had no choice but to raise his hand.

He poked the crow's wings, and said to himself: "It seems good to send it to Mr. Lintaki as a companion."

The crow's little black bean couldn't show any shock in his eyes.

Is it just about to be unemployed? !

"The liaison! The liaison!" The crow's unique sharp voice was full of grief and indignation, "I can't, I can't abandon it!"

Zero, who still wanted to say something, saw the inadvertent gazes cast on him because of the movement made by the crow, so he had to put this topic down for the time being.

While talking, Yoya Ubuyashiki prepared the ore again, and the fist-sized raw ore was placed on the table, which instantly dazzled the swordsmen.

At this time, if there is a fear of choice, it will be difficult to deal with.

The sun wheel knives required by different breathing methods still have their own characteristics, and the knives are also made of different styles, but this time they finally had a chance to let the knife forger meet their requirements.

Seeing Zero walked over slowly after the other two finished the selection, Yoya Ubuyashiki repeated the question that he had said more than a dozen times verbatim: "If you have any special needs, you can ask me. "

"... just follow the normal way, um, find an old-school swordsmith." Ling glanced at him and couldn't help asking: "Do you remember all the requests from so many people?"

"Although there are more people passing through than before," Yoya Ubuyashiki smiled knowingly, "but yes, I remember them all."

It could be seen that Yuya Ubuyashiki really wanted to chat with him a few more words, and his smoky purple pupils kept looking at each other restrainedly and respectfully while speaking.

It's just that Zero felt that only Ababa was left in his mouth, so he nodded indiscriminately, turned around and left.

Seeing the interaction between the two again, Sato aroused his curiosity: "Do you know him?"

"It's also the first time I've seen you." Zero thought about it but still didn't stop talking: "If he doesn't have a brother above him, he will basically be the next leader of the Ghost Slayer Squad."

When he said this, he kept his voice very low, but Sato and Giyu inevitably cast different eyes.

It's unlikely that Yuya Ubuyashiki could hear their conversation, but when he came into their line of sight, he waved to them naturally.

The final selection efficiency of the Ghost Killing Team was very high. At the end, after the necessary links, there was no such thing as a leader's speech. The swordsmen who got the team uniform left the mountain in twos and threes, and they didn't forget to break a branch of wisteria when they left. take it with you.

After everyone had dispersed, Yoya Yashiki walked on the empty path at the foot of the mountain and slowly walked down the mountain.

A crow flew from the far horizon, spreading its wings from the direction of the rising sun to the place of the setting sun. It lifted its feet after lightly landing on the shoulder of Yoya Shiki.

No matter how clever the crow was, he could only speak a few simple words. However, after taking out the letter and unfolding it, Yoya Ubuyashiki's hand holding the crumpled letter was a little trembling, and his slightly closed eyes were dimmed.

After a long while, he looked hoarsely at the swordsman who was waiting for his news with worry: "Xingming, my father passed away."

The tall swordsman who had no place to gather in his eyes was stunned, and then tears flowed from his eyes.

Yuya Ubuyashiki handed the handkerchief in his arms to the swordsman, and forced a smile on his face: "We should be happy now, Xing Ming, this year's swordsmen are very good, and everyone survived."

"Namo Amitabha." The tall swordsman chanted the Buddha's name, and the rosary was moving in his hand, "Sad things are always sad things, Yaozai... No, my lord, you don't need to hide your tears in front of me .”

Yuya Ubuyashiki neither nodded nor shook his head.

The eyes, which are almost the same color as the floating wisteria flowers, closed slightly, and when they opened again, they looked deeper and more patient.

"Thank you for your kindness, Xingming."

"However, I haven't reached the point where I can cry unrestrainedly."

It was afternoon when they returned to Sagiri Mountain, if they hadn't missed the train on the hour, they should be able to get home in the morning.

Yes, that’s right, the train, but Sato and Giyuu stood at the ticket gate and looked at each other expectantly, they still got on the iron box that was slowly shuttling through the countryside.

The towns along the way have their own scenery, and they will also take a walk on the platform when the train stops for a short time and needs supplies.

At this time, there were already shrewd merchants selling local specialties along the train, and the two teenagers were counting their calculations with their fingers, and they were often cheated by profiteers with their small money while wearing their belts.

Just when he saw Mr. Rinaki hugging them excitedly, it seemed that there was no need to worry about these trivial matters.

Using the ingredients in the house, Mr. Ryotaki prepared them a sumptuous dinner as before seeing them off. He barely moved his chopsticks, and was only listening to Satoshi telling him what happened in Fujisame Mountain.

"I understand."

After listening, Mr. Ryotaki suddenly looked at the mask that they took off and put on hand in silence.

He saw that Zero and Saitu were still tense, but Yiyong seemed to be a little bit unable to hide his thoughts, and the chopsticks stopped suddenly, and it was Satu's elbow that bumped him before he realized that he was holding the bowl. chopsticks.

No lifting of arms.

Forget it, this seems to be more obvious.

They have unified the story about the hand ghosts as early as on the train. For example, Zero didn't think that the hand ghosts recognized the disaster mask at the beginning, but only thought that the breathing method revealed their identities.

That's what they said to Mr. Ryodaki. They thought that Mr. Ryodaki would not be able to guess it.

Mr. Rinaki looked at Yiyong, who was dismissed by the two with reproachful eyes, with a little amusement: "It's not Yiyong's fault. I still have a vague impression of the ghost you are talking about."

After listening to the teacher's words, Yi Yong nodded vigorously, seeing that he was so nervous just now, it seemed that the food in his bowl was not delicious.

"More than 30 years, almost 40 years." Mr. Lin Taki sighed, "He can remember things that I almost forget."

"Do all ghosts hold grudges like this?" Sato raised his good-looking eyebrows again, as if he was imitating Mr. Ryotaki's previous appearance, "They did that kind of thing, what reason do they have to resent Vengeful swordsman?"

Mr. Rinaki just said lightly about this: "So, the existence of ghosts is not accepted by the public, and no one dares to assist us in an open and honest manner."

Swordsmen who kill ghosts can't bear the revenge of ghosts, let alone ordinary people.

Sensing that the topic seemed to be going in a dull direction, Ling gave Satu several winks to bring the young man who was in deep thinking back to his senses, and the two changed their style of painting and chatted about what they had seen on the road.

Mr. Rinaki listened to everything they said, even the dog's red face was a little gentle that day.

Even the weather seemed to be convenient for the next few days. They rested for a rare few days on the sappy days, and returned to Sawu Mountain again. The scenery on the mountain seemed to have changed and nothing changed. There was an indescribable smell coming from the boulders that had been cut open.

As a member of the swordsmen who also made Newton's coffin board unstoppable, Zero can only pretend that nothing happened every time he passes by here.

For about ten days, the swordsmiths who specialize in making Japanese knives also sent their Japanese knives over. With the mentality of drawing a blind box, Sato and Giyuu drew their knives one after another, and the blue color rolled on the blade was also Mr. Ryotaki was not surprised.

As for Ling, he thought he knew the result, and the knife was only half out of its sheath.

The black lacquered blade made him stand still for three seconds.

"Black? Black?!" The old-school knifemaker who made the sun wheel knife for him was the opposite. Seeing this scene, he jumped around and said madly: "Why not blue like them? Damn it! I still want to see the beautiful blue being born under my hands, hey!"

"...Obviously I should ask, is this your fault!" Zero was also very mad, "Where is my beautiful knives!"

It's like a child quarreling, you come and I go, but you can't say a few words, and the grumpy knife forger rolls up his sleeves as if looking for where his knife is.

It was Sato who bravely and tacitly hugged the other and pulled them away, otherwise they might really have a fight here.

Mr. Rinaki wanted to press his temple but was blocked by the mask, so he coughed and came up to smooth things over calmly: "Stop hitting, the matter has been decided, and there is no way to change it."

Zero took a deep breath, holding the breath, he hurried to try the knife.

Seeing this, Mr. Lin Taki intentionally or unintentionally stopped the knife forger who wanted to follow the past and refused to give up.

There is no problem with Shuihu's smooth use. When Yuehu's moon blade is cut out, the pitch-black blade is coated with a layer of silver light, just like the moonlight.

He hesitated and changed his breathing method, and he was relieved when he saw the color of the knife permeating from the inside, like embers.

The change in the color of the Sun Wheel Knife did not seem to affect his use of breathing techniques, but what is the reason for the color change?

When Zero walked back, the four of them were discussing in the room, and the previous tense atmosphere seemed to melt away a little.

Even the knife forger taunted him when he saw him coming back: "Ha! My problem is my problem, why is his knife blue!"

Zero's forehead jumped violently.

It wasn't until the swordsmith packed up his things and left without hesitation that he murmured to himself in bewilderment: "No matter how red and blue are superimposed, it's still purple...how did it turn black?!"

"It's not like there was no precedent for the blade being black in the past." Mr. Rinaki is always well informed about the situation in the Demon Killing Team. He thought thoughtfully, "The black blade is called an ominous sign in the team."

zero:"?"

"Because among the swordsmen of the black blade, there has never been an outstanding one who can become a pillar."

...Thanks, it would be better not to explain.

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