[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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When the new God-inspector stepped into the Honmaru, which had been dark for a long time, the Token Fusangshin who stayed in the Honmaru immediately sensed the existence of the other party.It's hard to pretend that you don't know. When the god judge agreed to the government to take over Honmaru and Toujian, the god judge and Touken Fusangshin forcibly signed a dark contract.The wishes of their other parties are never sought.

And the Anqiu Fusangshen of Anqiu Honmaru only stopped their movements for a moment when they sensed it, and there was nothing to make a fuss about.They have been changed hands like this countless times, and the last person who died in this Honmaru God Inspector post must have decayed completely.

So when the abundant and powerful new power filled their long-decayed and rusted blades, and this dwindling Honmaru, Token Fusangshin just felt that the time when their bodies were full of power was long gone.In a sense, the new God Inspectors who just took over are stupid. Before they figured out the status quo, they unconsciously supplemented the strength they needed to maintain their human form, even the power of the warm ocean currents rushing to their broken and broken blades. Bit by bit, it makes up for the damage caused by the inability to return to heaven.

[The power is strong. ]

This kind of cognition emerges tacitly in the eyes of everyone, but just like this, do you want to purify the dark and get their approval and allegiance?The Touken Fusangshin hiding in different corners of the Honmaru sneered in a very dark way. They all had strange black lines on their faces, and their pupils were corroded by darkness, and they had long lost their original brilliance.Some of them even had terrifying bone spurs.

When the new appraiser stepped into the Honmaru, Qingguang Qingguang, who was swinging his sword alone in the hands-on room, let out a soft click, and the rice target placed in front of him fell to pieces on the floor as he raised the knife lightly. .His sword-drawing skills are better than those of his closest partner Yamato Shou'an, but unfortunately no one knows except him, and those who can share this joy have long since disappeared.

Pulling down the crow-colored eyelashes, as one of the few Token Fusangshin remaining in the Honmaru who hadn't completely fallen into obscurity, the bright crimson color still remained in the pupils of California Qingguang.But what's the use of this, the human body has been thoroughly rotted, the heart, liver and lungs have been completely broken.Taking the body from the knife stand, drawing the sword, California Qingguang stared coldly at the sword body that had lost its knives (knife tip) in the dark and smooth red sheath tied with matching black decoration.The fingers holding the handle of the knife were so hard that their knuckles turned blue and white.

Unforgivable, he thought—

As human beings, no matter which one of the god judges is disgusting, I want to vomit.

Known as "the child of the lower reaches of the river" and "the son of Kawara", California Kiyomitsu has always been a sword who thinks that as long as he becomes beautiful, he will be loved by his master because he was born in poverty. He is too sensitive and longs for love.He once had a very good master, Souji Okita of the Shinsengumi; he also had a best companion who complemented him in character and knew everything about him.But this is all in the past.Putting his body, which was missing a knife and even the cutting blade was open, back into the scabbard that barely maintained its freshness, California Qingguang tidied up the hem of the clothes that was stained with debris, and cleaned up the broken grass scattered on the ground.

Inserting the blade upwards into the belt, he vaguely gathered the long military coat that was the same as the Western-style team uniform worn by the Shinsengumi in the later period, and opened the door of the hand room.The bleakness of depression and autumn invaded from the collar and cuffs. California Qingguang closed the wooden door behind him, and walked along the corridor, following the hypocritical smell of human beings.As the initial sword of this Honmaru, he always has to sacrifice his own, doesn't he?

So when he saw the clumsy human boy fall to the ground, with a mournful face, trying to reach out his hand to hook the clogs—the body that acted before reason would make a mistake because of ridiculous hesitation, he didn't put the brown hair The messy human teenager beheaded directly.California Kiyomitsu blamed it on his heavy human body.

[Tut, no kills. ]

Under the watchful eye of the government's eyes and ears, Kiyomitsu retracted the main body into the sheath lightly. He straightened up and looked at the human boy with round warm brown eyes full of fear and shivering. The new God Inspector who can be expected to fall into Honmaru.

He was just a half-grown boy, and he sat on the ground helplessly, his lips trembling and muttering, staring at him for a long while without saying a word.He is a powerful but rather weak human being, with pity flowing through his bright and crimson pupils in California, and then covered with malice.In this pill, he would be eaten so much that even the bones could not be found. He could almost imagine how the god judge who was imprisoned to provide strength would end up depressed, just like his predecessors.

"Are you afraid of me?"

California Qingming asked the question, looking at those clear warm brown pupils.

It may or may not have what he wants in it.When they first met, they showed an attempt to threaten his life, and it was only natural for them to be guarded by young human god judges, but when Kai Qingguang saw Ari Fox, who was also guarded, his beautiful ruby ​​eyes slightly flashing.Weak human teenagers don't trust the government like other god judges... If they don't trust it, why do they come to be god judges, or this kind of thankless god judge who fell into Honmaru?

Soon, California Qingguang learned the answer——

The new interrogator who fell into Honmaru secretly was deceived by the government.

As one of the five initial swords to choose from, California Qingguang has many first-mover advantages over other sword Fusangshen, among which the accompanying God-inspector listening to Fox's explanation of all matters in Honmaru must definitely be counted.He has accompanied many god judges through such novice links, but there has never been a time when the information provided by Honosuke has been so vague.

Leaning against the door wall, California Qingguang saw the unconcealed astonishment of the young interrogator at the harsh conditions of the living room, and nothing could be hidden on his youthful face.Probably, he was taken care of very well before, and he couldn't even bear this level of harsh conditions, and any mood frankly appeared in his eyes and expression.He can be seen through at a glance.

But yes, the seventh god judge was beheaded by the swordsmen here.The other party knocked over a lot of things while fleeing in embarrassment, and the Sword Fusangshen even took their lives, and they made every move without any merciless offensive-the living room can still exist, in fact, it is already amazing enough thing.After all, the place has never been used again afterwards, let alone taken care of.

Come to think of it, it all seemed like a long time ago.And when the later god judges first took up their duties, they also only took a look at this room when they entered the door, then gave up and chose the building next door.Of course it is now in ruins.The last remaining remnants were disposed of last week, and there was not even the slightest trace left in this Honmaru.

Even though he knew that the new interrogator did not trust the government, and the government was trying to coax him with vague words, California Qingguang had no intention of intervening in the confrontation between the two parties.From the beginning to the end, they are the most pitiful and pathetic swordsmen who come and go - unable to resist the government, and can only be endlessly circulated in the hands of different human gods - California Qingguang thinks so, the blood-drinking Fei Tong quietly landed on the human boy who kept peeking at him from the corner of his eye.It still looks innocent and innocent now, but it won't take long for him to be assimilated by his fellow god judges, and then he will become hideous.

So the boy opened his warm brown eyes like glass, looked at him with some flattery and hope, and asked him for help—"...Mr. California...? You, can you clean the living room with me first Is it...?" ——, he would be so irritable.

One day, only black will be left in these pupils.He sneered coldly, maliciously distorting the young man's will, California Qingguang looked at the sudden trembling eyelashes on his warm brown pupils, and water glistened in his eyes.Hate.irritable.He couldn't help but draw out his knife to threaten him. On the one hand, he hoped to see the tears of the young man in front of him who didn't understand the situation, and on the other hand, he also hoped that the other party would do something that he didn't even know clearly about.Even now, is he still seeking redemption in vain?

California Qingguang felt ignorant and absurd about the remaining weakness in his own heart.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh—?!"

The frightened boy backed away quickly, his frightened face pale and colorless.California Qingguang watched him flee to the corner coldly, probably thinking of jumping out the window to escape.It's useless, even if you escape from the living room of the god judge, escape from this hommaru, you will still come back obediently one day.Is there a second home for you who was tricked into falling into this maru?

Thinking of this, California Qingguang suddenly felt strangely and subtly better, his blood-stained red pupils even brought some joy that he hadn't noticed, and swept across the new examiner again.Looking at the appearance of a frightened and trembling little animal of the young God Judge, he raised his lips charmingly and smiled.What a pity, there is no other choice but to fall into this world without a future with these old things.

He turned around and left, not continuing to bully that lovely and pitiful new judge.

He has more important things to do.

Walking out of the residence of the God Judge, California Qingguang headed towards the backyard to meet the autumn light, and the shadow behind him hid in the shaking darkness.When he knocked on a door and met the dangerous and bloodthirsty pure black pupils from behind the door, California Qingguang stopped for a while, and blew on his bright red nails that he had just painted this morning. After looking away, he walked in.

Qingguang, who has lost Yamato's peace and stability, has more dark companions. They cuddle up and support each other in this miasma-infested Honmaru. Hatred, the resentment of being abandoned.

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Gang Ji sat at the entrance, concentrating on a crumpled map he found after rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

He is studying how to get to Wanwu, and of course he must ensure that he can successfully return to this Honmaru.Although he doesn't want to admit it, in this strange world, even if it's a bit dangerous, this Honmaru really reassures Tsuna a lot.

Although I don't know how many swords and Fusangshen are dormant in this honmaru, how many of them will think that his existence is an eyesore like that Mr. California, and may even cut him at the same time if they disagree.But there are all barriers here that can defend against the entry of the sword Fusangshen!Gang Ji, who was a little blindly confident in this black technology, looked down at the map in his hand. When he was packing up, he found only a few useful things.

The washing machine and dryer in the bathroom, and the shower facilities that are barely usable; the microwave oven and stove in the kitchen; the bedside lamp in the bedroom, a few pieces of clothing in the closet; the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the study, and the map in his hand now.As a novice, it is a bit miserable not to even have a knife account in hand.But Tsunayoshi, who obviously didn't know the existence of the knife tent, didn't care about it.

He touched the money in the pocket that Foxnosuke left for him (San) and felt satisfied.Even the mailbox where Honmaru receives task notices and monthly material wages has been secretly moved by the Sword Fusangshen, Tsunayoshi is still naively thinking about how to spend his first salary.But even if he knew it was useless, Tsunayoshi's cowardly and weak nature made him just like when he met a bad boy blackmailing him at school, trying to calm things down with a low eyebrow, and escaping even if he was corrected by reborn Sparta.

"Well, food, clothes and shoes come first."

He planned silently, then marked the destination and the location of Honmaru obliquely on the map with the pen he found, and carefully folded the map into his pocket.Standing at the entrance of the porch, after mustering up the courage for himself, he gently opened the door, and after making sure that there was nothing outside, he dared to go out quietly.Tsunaki didn't dare to get too close to the barrier door that could be pierced from the inside at any time, he walked cautiously on the edge of the patrol corridor, heightening his vigilance as the wind blew up.

This cool autumn Honmaru seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and there was no sound. If it wasn't for the wind blowing and the scenery shaking, Tsuna even wondered if he had strayed into an ink painting.This strange silence made Tsunayoshi feel comfortable at least at this moment.

After successfully finding the gate of Honmaru along the way when he came, Tsunaji opened the gate and hesitated for a while standing on the threshold.He didn't have the key to this Honmaru, if he couldn't get in when he came back... After thinking about it, he didn't dare not close the door.Perhaps he could only choose to climb over the wall when he came back. He silently looked at the height of the courtyard under the wall, and felt that it would be no problem for him to climb in, so Gangji went out.

The wooden clogs really grind your feet. After walking for a while, the toes are red and the skin is torn, and it hurts as long as you touch it.Enduring the pain, Gang Ji, who didn't dare to procrastinate the itinerary too much, relied on his super intuitive sense inherited from Pengo Lie's blood, gratifyingly did not get lost.It was only two o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived in Wanwu, and Tsuna, who passed by a shop in Wanwu and saw the clock and knew the time, finally had an accurate sense of time.

Wanwu is more prosperous and bigger than Bingsheng Commercial Street.

Tsunayoshi looked dazzled at the various electrical equipment sold in the store that were 2005 years more advanced than the time and space he was in in 200. Tsuna realized that it might just look different, but the things inside are more or less different.

At the very least, there are no bento and dumpling that can instantly restore fatigue at the Bishomori convenience store.

Like all commercial centers, Wanwu is also divided into districts. Gangji found a place to sell clothes according to the prompts. A pair of very ordinary sports shoes costs about 150 California gold. According to the current exchange rate just learned (1 Jiazhou gold =3.753 small sentence), he will probably spend 562.95 small sentence.Counting the five thousand dollars in his pocket, Tsuna suddenly felt that he was not so unlucky, and the clothes were also converted according to the exchange rate——

Gang Ji bought two pairs of shoes, three sets of clothes, and socks and underwear, which cost nearly 2700 yuan in total.It was just that he had just finished shopping for clothes, and seeing a lot of money bags emptied all of a sudden, Gang Ji wanted to cry without tears.Finally got rid of the clogs, put on the newly bought clothes and shoes, Tsunayoshi went to the food area, and it was at this time that he realized that many people here were wearing kimonos, and Tsunayoshi, who felt that he was a bit out of place in sportswear, worked hard Reduce the low sense of existence to a lower level.

Fresh fruits and vegetables are very expensive, and he will not cook them when he buys them back.Can only choose Naifang and semi-finished food, Gang Ji found instant noodles without any effort, and bought a box of 24 eggs.Then there is some milk that can be put in the refrigerator, bread and so on.Thinking of the refrigerator with green hairs, Tsuna silently decided to go back and wipe the refrigerator clean.

When paying the bill, Tsuna accidentally met an acquaintance who made the hairs on his body explode——

Long black hair, scarlet pupils, painted in gorgeous Danko, California Qingguang with a sword pinned to his waist.Gang Ji didn't dare to move, holding the bought things. He was waiting in line and gave up his seat to California Qingguang who was behind him. Gang Ji was terrified that he would be bullied again. , or even be cut.He still doesn't know that Wanwu has a forbidden martial arts barrier set up by the government.

Unexpectedly, he had already avoided the opponent's sharpness so softly, but the California Qingguang behind him raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and a pair of crimson eyes that were dialyzed like guava seriously looked at the cringing and flustered man who was held down by the shoulder. He said—

"Hey, it's your turn."

The gentle tone made Gangji think that what he might have seen was a fake California Qingguang. Gangji, who was still dizzy until he paid the money, didn't understand why California Qingguang was so kind and amiable all of a sudden, and even helped him buy the things he bought. Packed it in a bag and handed it to him.

When Tsuna parted ways with the other party, he discovered that there were countless "California Kiyomitsu" among the people coming and going on the street. In addition, there were countless appearances and costumes, like mass-produced existences with swords pinned to their waists.It is impossible for multiple births to reach such a large number, and Tsuna Kichi was slow to realize that all the swordsmen under the gods are the same...

It's just that although these swords and swords are the same, they are like masters, and their personalities have become different under different living conditions for a long time.The Ka Kiyomitsu who would patiently tell him 'it's his turn to pay the bill' was the same Kawa Kiyomitsu who he saw in his Honmaru in the morning and threatened him with a sword, but not the same.

This kind of cognition makes Tsuna Yoshi feel horrified and ignorant. Being mass-produced or something, whether it is a human or a sword Fusangshin, is very scary.Tsuna thought, everyone in this world is a unique individual, but if people are copied into multiples, even if they are still different, the uniqueness is still destroyed.Can such an existence be considered reasonable?

He couldn't figure it out, so he put this into his heart and stopped forcing himself to think.

"If only Mr. California in Honmaru could be like this Mr. California."

On the way back, Gang Ji hugged the things he bought, and kicked the pebbles under his feet a little bored.He walked very carefully. Although he couldn't help thinking about some messy things in his head, he didn't dare to fall while carrying the egg, for fear that the egg would break on the road.

Gangji, who didn't dare to stay in Wanwu for too long, and naturally didn't have a good time, was surprised that Wanwu had everything, and couldn't help complaining about the expensive modern (2205) electrical appliances - only paid with Jiazhou gold. , is too much!There is only Xiaopan in his pocket, and he spent most of it on the first day of his arrival.Tsuna needs to plan well, how to spend the rest of the day.

He also bought an alarm clock and a calendar. After all, he always felt that he would collapse if he didn't know when the year of Honmaru passed.

He extravagantly bought himself a bunch of three-color dumpling, chewing on the last one, Tsuna Kichi frowned happily.After changing the overly baggy clothes and putting on clothes that were more in line with his past, Tsuna finally regained some confidence!Although the Mr. California in Honmaru looks fierce, think about the Mr. California who will also talk to him patiently and gently.Well, if you contact and become friends with sincerity—it should be possible to succeed!

In addition, Tsuna still firmly believes that Reborn and the others are looking for him, and maybe they have already started to find a way to bring him back!So he can't be depressed with self-pity and self-pity, he has to work hard to gather all the swords, let the swords pay the gods to the full level, and then let the "Government of Time" send him home smoothly.Not willing to lick the last trace of sweetness between his teeth, Tsunayoshi thought about his new future on the way back to Honmaru.

So far, he still doesn't know that what he is taking over is a Dark Fallen Honmaru.But even if someone told him, he would still be at a loss and ask what "Dark Fall" meant.The new interrogator, who was ignorant of everything, turned a blind eye to the difficulties that lay in front of him.Perhaps, he didn't know that it was a difficulty, an obstacle——

I just thought it was a small ramp that was difficult to climb and walk.