Head of Chaldea

Fox Noosuke was speechless for a while, and then said softly: "But, but there is no precedent for this kind of thing in Shizhizheng."

"That means there is room for movement." Fujimaru Tachika added, "As long as you don't say it, I don't say it, and..."

"Don't say anything about the knife maker." In just a few days, it suddenly found that it was able to do good things. "...Can you please put the knife maker down first? I think he is about to pass out."

After being reminded by the little fox, Fujimaru Lixiang realized that she was pinching the knifemaker's collar, and quickly moved the man away from the stove: "Sorry, it's easy."

Foxnosuke couldn't help sweating: what kind of hands are you so smooth!

It knew that it couldn't stop this matter. After leaving the forge, it non-stop went to thicken the protective barrier used by Honmaru several times to isolate interested people from snooping.

It was just dawn the next day, and the main houses of Honmaru were lit up one after another.

It took a while to put on his coat, when he heard the sound of vigorous running outside, and his door was suddenly pulled open, making a loud bang.

"You can't run in the corridor, it will cause trouble for others, and what's wrong with coming here so early..." Before the eldest son of the Awataguchi family could finish his sentence, the Awataguchi daggers who were on duty to make breakfast that day rushed straight into his arms Li, talking in a hurry.

"Phase [-] brother!"

"It's not good, brother one!"

"That, ah, that, the kitchen, no, the dining room is already...already...!"

The short knives chattered, causing other sword men to probe their brains.

"I'm so energetic, I'm going to be sleepy here, haha..." California Qingguang passed by the corridor, holding in his arms the sheets and clothes that were going to be washed in the room today, and yawned big.

Yamato Shou'an, who was with him, was also full of things, but his expression was very calm. The only difference was that the fur ball that should have been hung on the haori was now used as a hair rope and tied to the top of his head.

I had no choice but to apologize to my younger brothers for their rudeness, and then carefully asked what happened to make them so flustered. The helpless thing is that there are so many people in Awataguchi, and you can't figure out the point for a long time.

Hidekiri rubbed his sleepy eyes, and unexpectedly understood the reason for their panic from the fragmented language of the dagger: "It seems that someone made breakfast before them."

The daggers nodded one after another, indicating that he understood correctly.

"As expected of you, brother!" Keimaru exclaimed, and helped his brother fasten the collar button. After finishing all this, he turned around and found that Yiqi Yizhen was kneeling on the floor in frustration. At this point, if you look carefully, you can still hear Nagao Awataguchi whispering.

"As an elder brother, he didn't even hear such a simple sentence clearly. It's a dereliction of duty. Maybe... In fact, I'm an incompetent brother bbbb. In that case... bbbb"

Kagemaru: "Anyway, this seems a little too serious."

Mustache: "Ah, I seem to understand his mood at this moment, after all, I also have a younger brother."

Tears welled up in Kewan's eyes: "Brother!"

Higakiri: "You don't have to cry, Shimaru."

The tears of the knee pill almost burst out: "It's the knee pill, brother!!"

"Why are you standing here?" Fujimaru Tachika was wearing a tracksuit and was going to run in Honmaru in the morning. When passing by the dormitory, he heard a sound that sounded like a monk chanting scriptures, so he came to have a look.

The daggers left two to comfort the eldest brother, and the others reported to him one by one.

Fujimaru Tachika looked puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"Because we didn't do anything, so it must be that one, my lord!" Ranto Shiro picked up the ponytail and still had it in his head! "

"Pfft." A short laugh sounded.

The dagger is unknown, so: "What's the matter, my lord?"

Fujimaru Tachika barely stopped her smile, shook her head and said, "It's okay, I'm going to the dining room, let me introduce you."

Fortunately, the modification of Honmaru is very convenient, and it can be completed in a short time with only some spiritual power, which is much easier than renovating Yan Moting or the hot spring hotel.

Otherwise, with the addition of the three cavalry heroic spirits, as well as the people of California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Shou'an who lived yesterday, the dining room would immediately become overwhelmed.

At this time, there was already a young man sitting in the dining room, with red hair and brown eyes, and his exposed arms were strong and powerful, giving people a sense of competence.The sharp breath is like a collection of countless swords, but it is difficult to judge the specific genre.

"Let me introduce you." Fujimaru Tachika faced the sword men who had assembled, and said simply, "This is one of the snail girls, Chiko Muramasa."

"It turned out to be the sword of the village school, is it a Taidao? No, it's a Taidao?"

"Hey—is that demon sword village right?"

"This is really thunderous."

The discussions of the men with swords and swords were galloping in the opposite direction, so he had to clap his hands to draw everyone's attention to him, and then added: "That—I didn't make it clear just now, this is Yi The swordsmith of Shikuni, Senko Muramasa, but there seems to be a saying about the first generation of Muramasa."

The dining room fell silent for an instant, and the humming conversation stopped abruptly. This phenomenon was so sudden that people couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with their hearing.

"Huh? I didn't change the gender this time, so I thought you could accept it smoothly." Fujimaru Tachika thought thoughtfully, "Is it still not possible?"

"Don't you really think about why you know so many people?" Fox's help almost crashed. It turned out that the self-provided knife maker was really not just talking.

First the generals of Genji and the ghosts of the Heian era, and now the swordsmiths of the Ise country, how terrible is the ability to accept people who can frankly agree! ?

"If he can think about it, a pig can jump up and play an infinite sword." Another stranger said, holding a wooden barrel for food and walking in through the crowd. He has white hair and a distinctive skin. Brown, dressed in red and black.

"What kind of friendship is there between us? We don't need to hurt the enemy eight hundred and hurt ourselves one thousand." Fujimaru Lixiang introduced at the right time, "This is the second of the snail girl."

When they were looking at Qianzicunzheng, Qianzicunzheng was also looking at them: "Aster, is this the Fusangshen you mentioned from other genres? They look like pretty good guys, don't you think so?" , archer."

After hearing what Qianko Muramasa said, Emiya just shrugged: "...For me, this place is too famous. No matter how I adapt, it will only be like ink on white clothes. It makes people feel uncomfortable.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired and brown-skinned man looked around, and even a thousand-year-old knife like Kezomaru Hikiri couldn't help showing surprise after feeling the extreme concentration, which could not be ignored or refused.

Emiya holds a rice spoon and raises two fingers to deal with the gods: "These dishes have been calculated to provide the energy you need for a whole day's activities. I have the confidence to let each of you have at least two bowls of rice for breakfast. Come here with your rice bowl now!"

The men with swords were startled by his aura, picked up their bowls and obediently went to line up, Fujimaru Tateka gestured to the other side with his chin, and whispered to Chiko Muramasa, "Actually, I think he is quite happy?"

"The old man racked his brains and couldn't understand the matter of the young man, but the archer has always given the old man a familiar feeling, even though he has a bad mouth." Qian Zicun sighed.

Perhaps no one thought that one day they would be able to eat the breakfast made by the swordsmith Qianzicunzheng himself. This realization made the young California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Shou Anding fall into a trance for a while.

"I said, maybe one day we can still eat the rice cooked by Okita-kun?"

"Be sober, I don't have the memory of Okita-kun cooking."

"...That's right, I'm not interested in anything other than swordsmanship, and my body..."

After eating and drinking, Fujimaru Tachika passed by the table where the two knives were being played, and after hearing their conversation, he said casually: "I think it's better not to expect it, it's hard to imagine that the Shinsengumi can make anything other than pickled radishes." As for the cooking, or else it’s particularly extraordinary and excessive.”

That tone... as if he was very familiar with Okita Souji and Shinsengumi.

When the two of them reacted, the blue sleeves had disappeared outside the door. They tripped me and I stopped you, and they fell several times in a short distance.

"Ah, please wait a moment, my lord!"

"My lord, do you mean that you have met Okita-kun? Ah, no, please wait!"

When I came to the forge again, it was completely new inside. Fujimaru Tateka first clicked out a certain amount of materials with the terminal, and Foxnosuke was authorized to follow in. When he thought that he could see the legendary swordsmith's forging process, he couldn't help but get excited .

"What do you want to build?" Emiya asked, crossing her arms.

"I want this, this, and this, and this." Fujimaru Tachika unceremoniously pointed at the knife account on the terminal, but all the names he was interested in were listed.

Emiya angrily projected a frying pan, and knocked on his forehead: "Do you think this is ordering from the cafeteria, brat!"

The black-haired young man dexterously avoided the frying pan and slipped behind Qianzicun. The red-haired Saber frowned: "What's the matter, I asked the old man to forge knives of other schools."

"Tell him well, it's getting worse and worse." Emiya hit the snake stick.

Unexpectedly, Qianzicunzheng changed the subject, and his tone softened a lot: "In short, let's say it first, the old man can only forge his own sword, and the request and wish of the aster can only be limited to himself."

Emiya put away the pot and muttered: "You all spoil him too much...!"

Forging can also be said to be birth. Seeing that the material has undergone repeated honing and finally condensed into crystals, the tension will never be lost to any battlefield. The forge is the battlefield of all swordsmiths.

The drawn knife embryo needs to be injected with spiritual power, and the gorgeous cherry color is shining. After a pause, a pink-haired man walked out. As soon as we met, he introduced himself: "huhuhuhu... I am Qianzi Village Masaru, known as That villager of Yaodao Village, huh?"

Forge again.

"huhuhu..."

Forge again.

"huhuhu."

Forge again.

"hu."

……

Gaitia sat in the courtyard full of wisteria flowers, closed his eyes slightly, and the heavy footsteps like zombies sounded in the corridor, he opened his eyes, as if he had been interrupted by something, and called out displeasedly: "What are you doing?" What, Fujimaru Tachika."

The black-haired young man was in a trance, opening his mouth with a string of extremely erratic "huhuhu".

He turned his gaze to Emiya, and Archer spread his hands: "Don't look at me, asking is that the essence of human beings is a repeater."