[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

This Honmaru is very big, bigger than he imagined.

Tsunakichi knew this fact a long time ago, but until today, when he personally measured the land that this Honmaru sits on with his feet, he actually felt it personally.I was almost exhausted.The small building he lived in was roughly in front of the center of the Honmaru, along a path in the courtyard, and the gate was around the pond.However, there are row upon row of buildings on the side, and there are endless fertile fields in the backyard, as well as open-air hot spring baths leading to all directions.

Tsunayoshi, who didn't have the architectural diagram of the Honmaru, squatted in the hot spring and scooped up some hot spring water with his hands enviously.It's really nice to be able to soak in hot springs.He could only walk from the front yard near the gate, and the new interrogator who ran all the way here thought of his shower room, and immediately felt envious in all kinds of ways.

He turned around all the way, from the beginning when he carefully avoided the bedroom with the closed door, to the last time he walked and watched in the empty house.Gang Ji, whose physical strength was not too bad due to the reborn exercise, finally sat down on the edge of a corridor, and could look up at the position of the long and majestic dead tree on the hillside in the distance.Behind him was a room that was locked from the outside, so he wasn't worried about the sudden appearance of Touken Fusangshin.

Sitting quietly, looking up at Gao Yuan Qiukong, Gangji was suddenly discouraged and lay down on his back.very tired.The paper bag containing the gift was put aside, warm brown eyes unblinking, looking at the sky directly above Peng Gelie's future ten-generation leader, looking at the dome and flowing clouds, he suddenly glanced at the locked room door behind him Engraved nameplate.

"The blacksmith."

He caught a glimpse, subconsciously read the small words written on it softly, and then repeated it on his lips as if thinking about something.A blacksmith is a place for forging knives...is there still a swordsmith who can forge knives in this Honmaru? !Thinking of this, he turned over and sat up, Gang Ji grabbed the patchwork grid on the door leaf and tried to probe inside.I'm a little curious about what kind of equipment will be placed inside. If it is a forging knife, there should be an open furnace or something.

In his wild thoughts like this, the first thing that catches his eye is the forge burning with fireworks, and next to it is a quiet pool of cold water, which is probably used to cool down the sword.Tsuna stood on tiptoe and scanned the room with his head and head.Boys of his age like handsome things, and swords, which naturally symbolize power, naturally bear the brunt of it.

But the sword pays the mourning god.

Gang Ji, who is terrified of ghosts and monsters, added thought while clutching the wooden truss of the door.

I think of my friend Takeshi Yamamoto's baseball, which was sent by reborn and called "Awu's Baseball", which can turn into a sword when swung at high speed, and then think about Nazhen's exclusive sword "Shigure" known as Shigure Cangyan's genre. golden time".Tsunayoshi felt that if Yamamoto came here, he would be very happy, and the future great swordsman would definitely have a lot of common topics to chat with these Token Fusangshen.

Remembering that his weapon was a fluffy woolen glove, Tsuna couldn't help but sighed again, but even his gloved weapon that seemed to be just for keeping warm, he didn't bring it with him.Although I brought Vongola Big Idle Gear ver.x with me, I really thought it would be nice if I brought the gloves with me.

Thinking silently, Tsuna thought of Skuwaro, the leader of Pengel's ninth generation Zhili assassination force, Varia. Skuwaro, known as the "Sword Emperor", never left his sword at all times.Next time, he should also wear gloves with him, as well as death pills.Although he can already ignite the flame with his own will, Tsuna still unconsciously wants to ask for outside help after relying on the Death Qi Pill for a long time.As far as the eye can see, there is an empty depression, as if no one has entered it for a long time.

Gangji resentfully imagined how the swordsmiths brandished forging hammers to forge swords, and the scene of lightning and fireworks left Gangji still unsatisfied.Reluctantly, he let go of the wooden beam he was holding on to, and when he turned around, he was about to take his gift bag and set off again.I didn't realize that the appearance of myself standing on tiptoe and pawing at the door had long been seen by others, and the stranger who stood silently behind him without making any noise suddenly blocked his movement when Gangji turned around. action.

Gang Ji bumped into the opponent's rather strong chest, which made his nose sore, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Hiss... it hurts, it hurts so much."

Covering his nose, raising his face with tears in his eyes, Tsuna only shook the opponent's black skirt and the bone-like teeth entangled in the opponent's waist.

"Yes, sorry!"

The tears swirling in his eyes made his vision a little blurred, he covered his nose and apologized, blinked away the tears with his slender and thick eyelashes, and then looked up at the opponent who was much taller than himself.Although his clothes are a little sloppy and he still smells of alcohol, it doesn't affect his outstanding appearance (he is also a male aesthetic). His short black hair is tied up, his sword eyebrows are raised, and his purple pupils are as quiet as paint. If it weren't for the chest and shoulders If there were sharp bones protruding horizontally, Tsuna would have praised the maturity and handsomeness of this strange gentleman from the bottom of his heart.

There is an informal smile on the lips with a thin grass, but there are bones protruding from the ribs to the waist and abdomen, covering the strong body that has been exercised and full of muscles and strength.Gang Ji stared at the bone spur protruding from the opponent's body, a little frightened in his warm brown pupils, his legs were a little weak, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Are you the new god judge?"

Tsunayoshi was the only one who seemed to feel uncomfortable, and the imposing man spoke to him quite casually.

Startled for a moment, Tsuna, who stabilized his mind, nodded again and again.He was a little at a loss and didn't know what to say. The other party was probably a Sword Fusangshen?Gang Ji guessed, he watched in silence the strange man scratched his head in distress after he admitted his identity, and then sat down on the edge of the corridor weakly.Gang Ji didn't dare to move rashly, just stared at the other party after he sat down, and curiously picked up the paper bag he had put there before, under the same wide palm as his tall body, the paper bag seemed inexplicably small.

"this is yours?"

My fingers probably touched the contents of the bag, and it felt hard to the touch.Gang Ji didn't dare to take it, letting the other party hold it between his fingers.Although it doesn't look malicious, it still feels a little scary... Wait, where does this sound seem to be heard?

Tsunayoshi felt inexplicably familiar with the voice of Mr. Token Fusangshin with white bone spurs.I can't remember where I heard it, and Tsunayoshi thinks that the human form of the other party may be like this, but I think of Mr. California, who is in the same form as a human, and I think that I didn't see Toukenfu with bones when I was in Wanwu Lost.

Although I don't know what's going on, it's always right to be careful.But even if he was allowed to rub over directly and have a pleasant conversation, it would be impossible at all!Gangji, who is timid by nature, complained silently in his heart.

"Well... that's a gift for Mr. Kiyomitsu, California."

Gang Ji stood a little restrained in place, he whispered, his warm brown pupils carefully looked at the side of the other party's face.

"Gift? Hey, it is indeed the original sword. It is really favored."

The man put the bag in his hand back to its original position, his words were joking, but his voice was full of dullness.Tsunayoshi doesn't know what to say, but he can be sure that this gentleman is the Token Fusangshin of Honmaru. He still remembers how Mr. California declared his identity with the "initial sword" when they first met.

Gang Ji is a little happy that this person knows Mr. California, he has been looking for him for a long time, but he has no clue, if you can ask.Wanting to ask, but hesitating on the lips, Tsuna saw the man's tired eyebrows and eyes, and always felt a little melancholy hidden in it.Is there something bothering you?

"That... I bought it when I went to Wanwu yesterday."

I only dared to slander the Sword Fusangshen from the bottom of my heart, and Gang Ji confessed obediently.I always feel that if I don’t say anything, it will be awkward if the atmosphere cools down.He thought this way, and then slowly moved to a position a distance away from the black-haired sword Fusangshin, and sat on the edge of the corridor as well.He was standing, and the way the other party was sitting was really weird.

After sitting down, he somehow felt more at ease, and Tsuna stumbled and forced to find a topic.After all, he decided to become friends with Sword Fusangshen first, um, as friends, let's start by chatting... Recalling his usual way of making friends.

Uh... It seems that he got friends out of nowhere after being teased and humiliated by Reborn.For example, Yamamoto-san who forced Hahahaha to join the mafia game, if there is a disagreement, Dogeza will become his right-hand prison temple master.Ah, otherwise it was because they turned their fights into friendships after a fight, so they became acquainted.For example, Mr. Azner, Liu Dao Mu, who held high the banner of anti-mafia to seize his body every day, kufufufu, all members of the assassination unit Varia, who are completely incomprehensible, and Bai Lan, who likes to eat sweet and greasy cotton candy and once destroyed the world...

After thinking about it later, Gang Ji realized that his experience of making friends who was closer to normal people seemed to be pitifully little.

"Um... are you Token Fusangshin too?"

But even so, he didn't want to give up without any effort.He mustered up the courage to speak, but the words he spoke were as thin as a mosquito's fly. The man sitting beside him raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at him as if he didn't hear clearly.The sharp bony spurs on the opponent's shoulders turned cold and pale under the autumn light, Gang Ji swallowed, and asked again in a slightly louder voice.

Dao Jian Fu Sangshen, who was questioned like this, suddenly showed a smile that was not a smile. He had already learned from his colleague California Qingguang that the young new interrogator in front of him was probably deceived by the government, and even the normal Dao Jian Fu Sangshen It's so naive and ridiculous that I can't tell the difference from the Dark Falling Sword.But it was this innocence and ridiculousness that allowed him to live until now.

"...Let's just call it that."

Touken Fusangshin gave such an ambiguous answer, and Tsunakichi, who was responded to, was encouraged to continue asking.

"Then what is your name?"

The autumn brilliance fell into the warm brown pupils, and in the eyes of Touken Fusangshen, they were as vigorous as newborn calves.It's a bit dazzling.It's been a long time since I was watched so seriously.The black-haired Daojian Fusangshen moved his fingers, he raised his hand, and the young interrogator who was sitting two arms away from him looked at him blankly, as if he had forgotten the timidity he had just met.

She was obviously afraid of him, yet she was so defenseless.The raised hand of Daojian Fusangshen landed on the floor of the patrol corridor. He propped up his tall body forward, and the bone spurs in his shoulders pierced over, and the shadow completely enveloped the thin and small juvenile judge.

"Before that, the god judge, the etiquette should first report your name."

An oppressive momentum suddenly arose, Tsunayoshi's round warm brown eyes widened to the maximum, he looked at Toujian Fusangshen who approached and crossed the safety line.He should have been afraid of running away, but for some reason, he didn't feel that the black-haired sword Fusangshin with the grass in his mouth would hurt him.Those dark, tired eyes told him so, so Gang Ji didn't dodge. After the bone spur stabbed him in the chest, he didn't move forward.

"tsu..."

He subconsciously said his name, and suddenly remembered the subtle reminder from Fox Shikigami's eyes——

[Something very bad will happen~★]

But it would be too strange to change his mouth again, so Tsuna bite the bullet and reveal his name.

"tsuna (精)."

He said so nervously, his warm brown eyes flickering around, not daring to look at the black-haired sword Fusangshen's face opposite him.

"Tuna?"

Daojian Fusangshen didn't seem to notice that his name was inappropriate, and repeated the name Tsunayoshi said.

Then he sneered and laughed.

"Tuna as a name, no matter how you put it, it's too weird."

Tsuna, who had been playing with this kind of name stalk since he was a child, stared blankly, and then corrected Daojian Fusangshen's cognition with a blushing face.

"It's tsuna (gang)!"

With his fingers up, he wrote stroke by stroke on the floor of the patrol corridor to the sword.

For the black-haired Touken Fusangshin, this was a novel experience.He lowered his head, covered the shining sunlight, and watched the young human judge writing out his name seriously and intently in front of him. The feeling that the lifeblood of the patient is gradually approaching and then converging together.

It wasn't a pseudonym, the black-haired Touken Fusangshin realized this, the boy's name swirled on the tip of his tongue but didn't say it.What a silly boy.He smiled softly and helplessly, and when the young man looked up at him, he sat back to the far distance just now——

"My name is Nippon. It is one of the three best guns in the world, and it is praised as the number one in Japan."

"Although it is a gun, but there are three official ranks. Hearing this, you understand that I am very powerful, right?"

The black-haired Touken Fusangshen's words carried the laziness of an autumn afternoon, so proudly introduced with some languor.Tsuna straightened his waist, he listened to the other party's words that he didn't quite understand.However, this does not prevent him from concentrating on keeping these in his heart. His grades have always been poor, and so is history, but he has seen the name "Nihon Kai" in textbooks.

When the book is used, I hate it. Tsunayoshi doesn't remember the relevant deeds of the "Nippon", but he also knows that this gun that is so much older than him is a national treasure.These famous objects enshrined in the bulletproof windows when he visited the museum are now so close to him, Tsunayoshi's eyes will light up.

"Yeah, it's super powerful——! Mr. Japan!"

So he nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and sat on the spot as if he wanted to lean over but didn't dare!The boy's innocent and reckless appearance poured out unreservedly from his delicate eyebrows, big warm brown eyes, and slightly parted and curved lips.It was the first time for the black-haired Japan to see a god-judgmenter smiling undisguisedly at the often-disgusted "gun". Sure enough, he didn't understand anything, this young human god-judger.But one day, the eyes that can show such a clean smile will disappear.Slightly narrowing his eyes, when he looked at the young man who was trying to maintain an upright posture, a trace of crimson flashed in his gloomy purple pupils.

"You think so, hahaha, that's not bad."

As the only gun left in this maru, Japan raised his hand to touch the bone spur in his side, his smile that should have been free and unrestrained revealed coldness and cruelty.As Nihon Ho thought, Tsunayoshi, who didn't know anything, was still immersed in excitement. At the same time, he finally remembered why Mr. Nihon Ho's voice was so familiar to him.It was exactly the same as Spana's, lazy and unmotivated voice, very similar, no matter in terms of voice or tone.This kind of cognition made Tsuna even more feel that the black-haired sword Fusangshen was approachable and approachable, and unknowingly eliminated the original vigilance.

"Really super handsome!"

He emphasized on this "Swallowing Gun" seriously again.