[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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"……How will you be here……"

"Mr. Odenota put me here."

That's not what he wanted to ask.

Although Mino Kunimoto Reimonmaru's black-haired judge was a little surprised when they met for the first time, he calmed down quickly.With a friendly smile, he lowered his head and took out two big black umbrellas from the terminal. After opening them, he handed the umbrellas to the young judge aside quite familiarly.The young Peng Gelezhun was startled. He seldom received direct kindness from strangers who only met him once. He hesitated to take the umbrella, and Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled shyly and gratefully.

"thanks……"

The leader of Peng Geli's tenth generation looked at the black-haired judge with bright eyes and said.

"Well, what should I call you?"

"Ah, my name is Sawa... "tsuna". "

Probably because the black-haired god judge looked about the same age as himself, Peng Gelezhun's next ten generations of leaders abandoned the honorifics after the title of "Sangshen" for the sword, and he was familiar with talking to friends.He wanted to thank him, but he didn't know how to address the black-haired boy, so he couldn't swallow the question, so he hurriedly added his self-introduction.When the name was mentioned, the leader of the tenth generation of Pengele gave an uncomfortable pause, swallowed the sa sound of his surname, and said his "pseudonym".

"Huh? Real name...?"

There is usually a saying among the god judges that "the name is the shortest curse", but for the black-haired god judge, "the name is the shortest fate bond".Like those swordsmen with godhood, he can naturally know the exact degree of ambiguity in the mouth of the ten generation leaders of the young Vongola in front of him. For the young Pengo Li, it is no different from his own name.

"Hey! No, it's not...it's not the same..."

The ten-generation leader of the young Vongola, who was directly exposed to the truth, explained in a hurry. He still remembered Mr. Fox's unexplained gaze before—"...specially reminds the judge, don't put your name Tell the men with swords" - the warning behind this sentence that he doesn't know, but he can keenly grasp.

"Something very bad will happen"

That's what Foxosuke-san meant at that time, but Tsunakichi didn't understand what "bad things" were alluding to.In the case of remembering such vague admonitions and not being good at lying, the compromise plan of the young leader of the Ten Generations of Pengelie was to half-hide his name.Although it is effective, it is still more dangerous than using a pseudonym directly.

"It doesn't matter—"

"My name is Xunyu, just like your real name."

The black-haired boy stretched out his hand in front of the young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie. The juvenile and handsome boy had a handsome appearance, his skin was creamy and delicate, and his crow-black hair was soaked by the rain, which suppressed his overly delicate facial features. A little brighter, more hazy between clouds and mist, black pupils staring intently at the young leader of the tenth generation of Peng Gelie in front of him, with red lips and white teeth, and a kind of ruffian and maliciousness when he smiles, which is different from his gentle and jade image. The kind that is not annoying but fascinating.

"That... Mr. Xunyu, hello."

Gang Ji looked at the long and thin palm of the juvenile with verdant phalanges that stopped in front of his eyes, and rubbed his rain-drenched hand on the wet clothes with some embarrassment and futility.The humidity was a little more than before. He squeezed it lightly, and wanted to pull it away in embarrassment, but the black-haired boy held it tightly without hesitation, unable to move.He didn't care about the discomfort of the skin-to-skin contact between the two of them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gang."

On this cloudy day with rain flooding the sky, the young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie, who had been drenched in wind and rain for a long time, suffered severe hypothermia. He thought his hands were already cold enough.Unexpectedly, the fingers of the black-haired boy were as cold and touching as the cold winter ice. During the short time when the two held hands, the young leader couldn't help shivering.The thoughtful black-haired boy let go, and took the trouble out of a thick and dry blanket, and handed it to the young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie who was exhausted and could only sit on the cool and wet grass.

"Although I feel like old friends at first sight with Mr. Gang, I have a lot to say. But..."

"This rain is really annoying, I have to let it stop first."

After finishing speaking, she slightly hooked her lips towards him.When the young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie stared at his smile and was dumbfounded before responding, he held an umbrella and walked towards the crater.The wet and cold autumn wind blows from the distant wilderness, stirring the thin shirt sleeves of the black-haired boy, revealing a section of skin, white but faintly spread with a few black stripes.

The young leader of the tenth generation of Vongola who stayed behind him blinked his eyes, and the black fangs disappeared again, probably what he saw just now was just an illusion caused by his exhaustion.After struggling to shake off the thick blanket and wrapped it around his body, the young mind examiner finally felt a bit of warmth. The black umbrella to keep out the rain and the blanket to shelter from the wind made his tired body, which was already somewhat overloaded, feel somewhat comfortable.

The blanket seemed to be still smelling of a clear scent, and when I sniffed it, I felt an inexplicable sense of peace and calm.The young leader of the tenth generation of Vongola, who couldn't help but close his eyes, didn't see the vision of the gray airflow.In the distant wilderness that remains in Aizu, there is a wave of silence overflowing from the towering hills and the ferocious lake.The sky torn apart by lightning and thunder submerges the rain, the bright daylight becomes clear, the changed history withers in the changed history again, and is stored in the memory and the cemetery.

The cold, damp wind is filled with cotton wool and blows through the waist-deep grass of the Aizu Plain.The wilderness covered with shrubs and jungles is blown by the wind, opening and closing like a folding fan.All the abnormalities dissipated, only the scarred swords and swords of Fusangshen were left, and none of the knives were broken, but the surrounding atmosphere was still condensed like a desert, but it was like waves.

However, none of this was known to the young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie, and he had already closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Originally on the edge of the crater, the black-haired judge who had already defeated Jian Feiwei and used the ability of "Time Retracement" took out a pure black crystal from his pocket and threw it into his mouth. It looked very hard. But it was easily crushed by the black-haired judge and swallowed back into his stomach.After spending a lot of effort, I have to eat some snacks to reward myself.After transitioning from the rainy day to the sunny day, the black-haired god-judgment person still did not close the umbrella, and clamped the handle of the umbrella to his elbow, avoiding the sunlight. The black-haired god-haired god-judged person yawned.

"Shu Zhu Wan Dian and Yi Qi Ni went to hug the lovely God examiner over there."

"We're going back."

Giving instructions to the Honmaru Token Fusangshin who had put their knives into their sheaths, the black-haired judge trembled as he muttered to eat some snacks from his pocket, a piece fell from his fingertips, and jumped twice on the ground , fell into the grass, making the black-haired judge couldn't help curling his lips.

"Let me pick it up, my lord!"

The commandant who loosened his fingers from the hilt, Yaki Hasebe, was obediently doing these trivial things for his own god-judgment, and the three blades who stayed beside the black-haired god-judger, the Taidao of the Sanjo Sword School, Mikazuki Munechi, The Kobiten Tou Pai Tachi, Omaru, and the Osafune Tou Pai Tachi, Candekiri Mitsutada glanced at each other and got closer, but their fingers were placed on the sheath that could be pulled out immediately.

"Thank you Hasebe."

The black-haired god thanked him very politely, and he didn't shirk it. He stood still and looked at the dark fallen swords and swords from the Honmaru of "Tsuna" who were blocked by his swords and swords on the other side. .The black pupils that looked like midnight blinked lightly, and there was an inexplicable greed lingering in her elegant smile.

"The sword of the fallen Honrei Honmaru is for the gods."

"It's a rare item :)"

"It smells great."

The half shadow of the black-haired god judge hidden under the umbrella was blown faintly by the wind, and in an instant it changed from a tall figure to a roaring and ferocious monster. Looking closely, it was actually just an illusion.He is still such a noble and elegant young man, his crow-black wet hair is still damp, and he does not know whether it is because the grass that was wet by the rain before is full of sunlight and the steam that evaporates envelops his appearance, or whether it is the original The unique temperament of a delicate and youthful boy.His handsome eyebrows stretched out like an ink painting, revealing a smile.

Headed by Japan, the sword Fusangshin of the young judge Honmaru tensed up because of this. The wild little Foxmaru even drew his sword out of its sheath, and aimed his sword at the black-haired judge with a decent smile. God.This obvious aggressiveness made Hasebe, who was bent over the haystack to search for the "little snack" that the black-haired judge accidentally dropped on the ground, stood up, and pressed the body on his waist vigilantly. Swords, bows and crossbows are on the verge of firing, but the person concerned is still smiling nonchalantly.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't attack Miss Qingxi's old men."

"Before Miss Qingxi died, I promised her."

He waved his hands towards his own swords, and the protected black-haired god-inspector was in a good mood.

"I'm just a little curious, will the Dark Fallen Sword Fusangshen also be loyal to the god judges?"

The princess is holding the first phase of the ten-generation leader of Vengley, and Suzumaru Koji, who came back with the folded umbrella and the folded thick blanket, is standing behind her black-haired god-inspector, belonging to the follower position.The black-haired god judge waved his hands, and walked two steps away to the old grandfather in the Heian era, dressed in a luxurious blue dress dyed with crescent moon patterns, and even his pupils contained the three swords of the bright moon, the most beautiful of the five swords in the world The vibrating Sanri Yuezong approached.

Gently stroking the cool and beautiful hand of the god, the black-haired juvenile-looking god-inspector pulled out Mikazuki Munekin's main body sword from his waist with a little force.The famous knife that opened the blade was too sharp, and the left hand that wiped the blade drew a bloodstain after rubbing it. The sticky scarlet blood dripped on the blade, and was swallowed up by the blade in a short time, leaving no trace.

The open wound also healed quickly, and there was no scar on the plain white finger.

The black-haired god-wielding judge with a knife sprinted towards Yiyi, who embraced the young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie. Looking at the injured body, he drew his knife out of its sheath.The blade body corroded by rust and dark evil spirit cannot be compared with the Mikami Tsukimune in the hands of the black-haired god judge. It does not refer to the beauty of craftsmanship, but only the sharpness.

"Stay away from that kid!"

Long|gun|charged Japan warned in a low voice, perhaps these dark and hopeless guys will never show their loyalty to the boy with warm brown eyes, but it does not mean that they will stand by the innocent boy coldly. Teenagers kill for their sake.Tokenfusangshin, who still maintained their sanity and heart as gods, pointed their blades at another of Honmaru's colleagues with a cold face.

This is the hateful thing about human god judges.These utensils should not have been owned, should not be lost, and what should have been kept are finally stained with their scent and traces by the human beings who live together day and night.Having a heart that shouldn't be there, losing the heart and bottom line that should be adhered to, and zero tolerance for the enemy was eventually eroded.

for what.

In order to protect the judges.

does it worth.

When there is no dark fall, it is worthwhile to say something with joy.

When the black-haired god-judger was one step away from the young leader of the tenth generation of Vongola, even Xiaohumaru, who had never been gentle with the relatively young god-judged man, moved his footsteps.If the black-haired god-judgment took a step further, they would stab him mercilessly, regardless of whether the black-haired boy in front of him was on good terms with their former god-judger, or whether they had ever received help from him.

"His Royal Highness, what exactly do you want to do!"

When they found their young judge, eyes closed, curled up in Yiqi Yizhen's arms in military uniform, his face was pale, and even the color of his lips was dull—the Sword Fusangshen couldn't hold back after all. question like this.

"Don't be nervous, I have nothing else to say."

"You god judges fell asleep after smelling the incense for sleep aid."

The black-haired interrogator who carried Sanri Yuezong near him passed Yiqi Yizhen and continued to move forward.

"I just didn't expect—"

"There is also a poor and lovely Mr. Fox here."

He smiled, and then the tip of the sword in his hand pointed down, stabbing straight at the haystack at his feet.Foxnosuke, who was originally hiding in the grass, hadn't recovered from the horror of the resurrection and contacted the government of time, before he was killed by the black-haired god judge with a smile.This is the second time he has been surrounded by the god of death. The fatal wounds pierced by sharp branches and the fine wounds caused by inspection violations have healed, and even the blood has disappeared. However, this time, it is painted with red swirls. The head was directly cut in two by the sharp blade of the Taidao.

In its short second life, it was too late to meet the young god judge, and it was also unable to contact the government of time to report on its duties.That's how it ended again.The blood trickling from Fox Shikigami's petite body soon dyed the grass red, and the black-haired judge bent down to pick up the "snacks" he had dropped from the ground with an undiminished smile. Sell ​​out a piece of silk cloth.

After wiping the body of the blood-stained Mikazuki Zongjin clean, he handed it back.

"For the sake of me helping you once~"

"How about forgetting what you just saw?"

The voice of the discussion was raised, and the black-haired boy exerted a little force with his fingertips, and the "little snack" that looked like pure black crystals turned into powder and dissipated in the air.The six-shocked, dark-fallen Toukenfusangshin, who had known their true nature for a long time, had no words. Their reticence and abnormality, which was different from the appearance of the dark-fallen Toukenfusangshin in their memory, had already made Ren feel strange, but now—the one who was responsible for the trial What the human youth in the name of the god did was so perverse, Japan and his companions never saw any emotional fluctuations in the unfallen swords.

"If the Government of Time asks..."

"Just talk about the restoration of the joint battlefield."

"is it okay?"

The black-haired boy who had no sharp weapon in his hand still had a clean and gentle smile on his lips.If his slender and white fingers hadn't been placed on the cheeks of the young Vongola's future ten-generation leader, the Anfallen Sword Fusangshen headed by Japan would definitely ask why, but it is obvious that the young god judge The gesture of threatening their lives forced them to accept it aggrievedly.

"Thank you."

The black-haired boy who just poked the young judge's cheek with his finger bent his brows and eyes happily.He also has reasons.It is not too difficult to restore the Aizuhe battlefield. If there are powerful alchemists among the gods, the restoration will only take some effort.

However, the "time retrograde" ability displayed by the black-haired god judge is not [repair], but [restore].Simply restore the state of the Jinjin Plain to the time state when nothing happened, so now the flowers, trees, and even the creatures in this plain are all revived, together with the fox who died on this battlefield, the black-haired Shenshen Both were restored together.

If this kind of ability is exposed|exposed|in front of the Government of Time... Well, although the consequences are only troublesome, the black-haired god judge doesn't want to see what the Government of Time will do in the future, and he doesn't really think much of it What do you want to play with him if you don't care about money interests? [Equivalent exchange] - For such a long time, he has obtained too much from the government of time, and he can afford the wealth with his eyes closed.What's the point of piling up more in the warehouse.

What he wanted was never these boring dead things.

His eyes glanced at the first phase of handing over the sleeping God-inspector in his arms to Bie's Little Fox Maru under his instruction. The black-haired God-inspector raised his hand and teased him. The tail of the neck.The black pupils shone brightly and followed the direction of the embrace of Dark Fallen Little Fox Pill where Pengo Lie was, and the black-haired boy couldn't help but tickled his lips again.

It was a pleasant surprise to meet Pengo Lie in this place.