[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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When Yizhen, the black-haired god judge Xun Yu's house, led the young god judge to the front yard where his sword Fusangshen was, he chatted about his younger brothers all the way.The Touken Fusangshin of the prince's family belonged to a huge Tou faction family. There was a joke in Honmaru that the short sword brothers of the Awataguchi family could circle the world hand in hand.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was ridiculed by the Token Fusangshin earlier on the difference between "Awataguchi family" and "Toshiro".Although the swords named after "Toshiro" are all swords of the "Awataguchi" sword school, not all of Awataguchi's swords are named after Toshiro, such as the "Tachi Ichishin" in front of him and the one hanging on his waist now. "Short Knife · Five Tigers Retire".

Among the four swords he picked up in this battle, only one "Wakisashi Muyoshi Sadamune" was seen in the black-haired god judge Honmaru. The handsome Mr. Taidao with aqua blue short hair and walking beside him was taken away.As for the ones I saw in Honmaru, the Token Fusangshen next to me were all completely unfamiliar, and vaguely probably belonged to Fusangshen who had met several times in Wanwu.

Thinking of this, the young god judge couldn't help reaching out and touching the swords tied around his waist.His slightly cold fingers rubbed against the scabbard and handle. After being rescued by the kind black-haired judge, he learned so much information at once that his mind was a little messed up, and he didn't know what to do first. .Fortunately, this time he has the illustration book of the full knife account given by Mr. Xunyu, and Mr. Foxnosuke gave it to him before the battle. Until now, he has not had time to take a look at his own full knife account of Honmaru.

After going back this time, let's get to know Honmaru's sword Fusangshin first.I secretly made up my mind that before the problem is difficult, the solution is the most important thing.He couldn't smash Mr. Japan and the others who had already turned dark, but he still wanted to fight for it.If...if he refuses, he is not afraid——

The young god-inspector who already knew that the crystal could be supplemented with swords, remembered the well-placed swords in his bedroom, and it was good to have the normal sword Fusangshin that could make a contract with him.I don't know the swords of Honrei Honmaru, even if they are cut or broken by the sword, the young god judges who will still retain their memories when they come to the world again, are still optimistic about the future.

Of course, he also has anxiety in his heart that he wants to go home quickly, but the more anxious he is, the more he will fall into a passive situation of being manipulated by the government of the time and even the swordsmen of that Honmaru.Although the young god judge who has been exposed to too many conspiracy theories is reluctant to think this way, after all, he has been educated in Sparta by the sunny attribute arcobaleno, the world's number one killer, and there is a limit to being silly and sweet.

The young leader of Peng Gelie's future ten generations probably never realized that when he was meditating, his original childish face and those always soft warm brown pupils had changed, and the quenched red gold pupils had turned into Sharp and sharp, the curvature of the jaw line has become a little tougher.On the contrary, the handsome Mr. Taidao of the Awataguchi family who talked to him with a smile all the way failed to get a response every time. When he lowered his eyes and looked over with a smile, he was unconsciously glanced at by those golden-brown pupils, and felt inexplicably palpitated for a moment.

"Master God Judge...?"

The smile on his lips did not change and he gently called the young judge, Tsunayoshi came back to his senses, only to realize that he had neglected Mr. Taidao with short blue hair for too long in a disrespectful manner.Very embarrassed and guilty, he smiled, and when he looked closely at his golden-red pupils for a moment, it turned into the warm bright brown of the past.Originally, his facial features were biased towards his mother Nana, his face was soft, lovely and delicate, sweeping away his usual cowardly aura, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his smile hit people's hearts directly.

"Sorry, I was just distracted—"

"Mr. Yizhen's family in the first phase is really warm. I also have younger brothers and sisters in my family, but they are much younger. The younger one is only six years old, and the older one is ten years old... I always like to fight around. , can cause a lot of trouble. But after leaving home, I feel that I miss them very much, and I don’t know if they obediently listen to their mother at home..."

In the past, he always felt that he was half forced and half helpless to clean up the mess for the children at home.Feng Tai and Yiping, who are more obedient and obedient, will occasionally mess up things, not to mention Lan Bo, who hates dogs and cats in his family.But, as he said, after he was so far away from home, Rambo's exploding grenades and smoking decade bazookas became very cute.

"Yiqi Yizhen is really a good brother."

The young god judge opened his bright brown eyes and said sincerely, his eyes were as pure as an ice field and as broad as the sky.Mr. Taidao with short blue hair and short hair from the black-haired god-judgment family choked on the spot. For a moment, he felt that it was very despicable to approach the young god-judgment himself with a purpose.No matter how his reasons are, it is full of pity and care for the younger brothers from the elders of the big family.

"Ah, the front yard is here!"

When Yizheng didn't know what to say, the young judge had already smiled happily pointing at the wooden door a few steps ahead, and on the right side of the wooden door hung the signboard of the front yard.The young minder, who was completely immersed in the mood of saying goodbye to his friends with swords, did not know how emotional Mr. Tachi, with gentle and elegant temperament and handsome aqua blue short hair, had been.

"Master God Judge."

Just when Tsunakichi was about to reach out to push the wooden door, His Royal Highness the prince of the Awataguchi family reached out and grabbed the young god judge's wrist.The extremely handsome Touken Fusangshen leaned over, and gently kissed the top of his hair under the puzzled and surprised eyes of the young interrogator.

"Hey?! Mr. Yizhen, the first issue???!"

The kiss didn't have any obscene |intentions|, even some kind of blessing.But because the kiss was so abrupt, the young judge who was startled by this sudden development subconsciously wanted to distance himself from the handsome Fu Sangshen, but Fu Sangshen held down his shoulder again.He still didn't react, he felt his ears warm up, and the cool breath of the Taidao with short blue hair lingered around his ears.

"Master God Judge..."

"Let's leave here. Another door in the front yard has already led to your main pill. My lord asked me to tell you that if you have any questions that you don't understand, you can contact him through the terminal given to you... Then , I hope you have a smooth journey and everything goes smoothly."

Sword Fusangshen with short blue hair straightened his waist, and his warm fingers pointed to the high-end white terminal that he wore on the wrist of the young god judge.Then, when the young god judge finally reacted and wanted to ask some additional questions, he raised his right index finger and pressed it against the young god judge's lips, stopping him from blurting out words.

"Hope you get what you want."

The handsome Toukenfusangshin of the Awataguchi family spoke his blessing in a calm tone.In the honey-colored pupils, surrounded by long eyelashes, there is complete tranquility, and the depths of the pupils, which are glowing with sunlight and sticky and gentle with honey, vividly reflect the image of a young god judge.Mr. Taidao has a pair of amber honey eyes that can see everything very clearly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't say anything until he left.

After a long time, he pushed open the wooden door of the front yard in silence and walked in.He was still thinking about the whispered words that the handsome Mr. Tachi from the Awataguchi family clung to his ear at the end.That was a negation, his last bit of friendly and secret words to Mr. Foxnosuke or the Toki Government behind Mr. Foxnosuke——

"Master God Judge..."

"...Honrei Honmaru's sword Fusangshin has no level limit. 』

Mr. Foxnosuke once told him on the way leading him to Honmaru that he can go home as long as he collects all the swords and brushes the sword level. The upper limit of the sword Fusangshin is 99.He was still thinking at the time that this seemed to be the same as a game, and after the battle with the inspector, he was very happy when he saw the five tigers retreat to the third level all of a sudden.Thinking about it now, at that time, Mr. Foxnosuke and Mr. Foxnosuke were probably monitoring his words and deeds by the government of the time?In his eyes, he is simply stupid.

With his neck hanging down, he carried the bag full of delicious pastries that the black-haired judge enthusiastically gave him.The young leader of the next ten generations of Peng Gelie thought that the government of the time was like this, so how true or false is what Xun Yujun said?The thing that Mr. Yizhen quietly told him at the end might just be another plausible statement. Who can he trust in this kind of place?

Stepping over the threshold, stepping on the cobblestone path paved with cobblestones all the way forward, skipping the mossy stones on both sides.From under the stones grew many stems of weeds growing towards the road, with slender flower buds growing at the end of the trembling stems, and the petals opened in the swelling.It's a lily.The snow-white lily exudes a refreshing fragrance, and the dewdrops flow down from a very high place, so the flower increases its weight and wobbles, and the white petals are dripping with cold dew.

"Yo, finally woke up."

The same voice as Spana sounded in the silence.

The young leader of the next ten generations of Vengley knew very well that the person who spoke was Mr. Japan, who was famous as the "gun of swallowing".He raised his face, as if the water was flowing away, and the reflected image was disturbed. The water was still again, and the appearance of Japan was clear in the reddish warm brown pupils between the long brown eyelashes.Like the distant sky, the only visible star is blinking.

The Japanese number is just like when we first met, with a scruffy face and stubble, and the smell of alcohol on his body, but these don't affect his outstanding and handsome appearance.Black hair in a loose high beam, raised eyebrows, and purple pupils as quiet as lacquer.There are even sharp bones on the chest and shoulders, thin grass roots in the mouth, lips with a loose smile and full muscles full of strength.

The young god judge smiled, walked over and handed over the bundle in his hand.

"Mr. Xun Yu gave me a lot of delicious food, would you like some?"

Take the burden and untie the knot.The man who still retained his heroic spirit even though he fell into darkness picked out a big blessing, he bit off half of it, chewed it, and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was tasting the snack, and seemed to be thinking of something else.

"Tonbokiri likes to eat Daifuku very much."

So he told the young brunette interrogator.

"But I like wine better, is there any wine?"

"No. Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

The young judge also picked out a bean-stuffed Daifuku, took a bite, and while chewing, complained about Japan's serious question.They are like old friends who are familiar with each other, and they are also like tired travelers who meet by chance. No matter whether the topic is speculative or not, they just chat for a few words, which has nothing to do with themselves.He sat next to the Japanese number, and the original appearance of the Japanese number in his eyes immediately disappeared.

"Mr. Odenota, where are they?"

After he finished eating the big fortune, he turned his head and asked.

"I've already gone back. You've been in a coma for too long, I'll stay here and wait for you. They'll go back and report to Honmaru that they're safe." Probably a little hungry, the Japanese picked up another snack and ate it. He didn't like this kind of thing. Small and exquisite pastries, not full and a bit greasy, so don't pick the taste when eating, just squeeze the one closest to your hand and put it in your mouth.

"Mr. Xun Yu didn't tell me that they have already left."

When the young god judge woke up, he had already eaten a bowl of stomach nourishing porridge, and he was not hungry now.He looked up at the cloudless sky, the nun said so.His gaze suddenly fell from the sky like a red sun to the west.On the west side of him is the black-haired man who has already eaten the second one and is about to pick up the third one. At this time, Gang Ji saw the man's tired eyebrows and eyes again, with depression hidden in them, but he still I can't understand this bitterness.

"Injury, has the previous injury healed?"

"It's just a small injury."

"Ah That's good."

Their question and answer was really cold.

The young god judge clenched his fists on his knees, and he was a little out of breath.He even had the illusion that Mr. Japan was walking wearily on the path of life full of unhappiness at this time, and he often thought in his heart that one day he would reach the point of death.Mr. Japan may also firmly believe that death must be happier than life, and even the supreme state that all living beings can achieve.

And what about himself?He felt that he was alone in this world, alone, in a situation where he could not move.Although I know that this desperate situation is not my fault, nor can I get rid of it by myself alone.Once he meets other people, he subconsciously grabs driftwood like a drowning person, and feels that all those who feel sorry for him are staring at his helplessness from the standpoint of helpless bystanders.

What about actually?He was just unlucky.But blindly complaining about himself may eventually lead to such a pessimistic life.He didn't know what Mr. Japan had experienced before to fall into the dark, and why he was so tired of the world for no reason.But if——some things he doesn't say by himself, if he decides to indulge forever, it will always be like this.Like now, sitting in a position where you can see each other and touch each other when you reach out, there is an insurmountable galaxy across the river.

Thinking about it this way, the young god judge was even a little annoyed.He didn't want to offend Japan's personal privacy, and he didn't necessarily want to become friends with Japan, but he was as slow as he could realize that nothing happened for no reason in this world.No one (Blade) can try to kill a person one second, turn his sword against each other, and be kind as a friend the next second.

It was the first time in Honmaru that night with a blue and white moon, and the quiet moonlight shining on the earth.Sawada Tsunayoshi, who should have slipped into sleep, saw the person who lurked into his room at night and tried to kill him secretly with a blade, or the blade.

When the heavy black blade was slashing towards his throat, he was disturbed by Mo Yinrao who disturbed his sleep before going to bed, and he finally fell asleep but that kind of sneak attack happened again.The super-intuitive buzzing voice originating from Pengo Lie's blood once surpassed the strange voice, but the reason why he didn't respond was because the source of the strange voice seemed to have used some means to make him overwhelmed. Can't move like a bed.He looked at the edge of the cutting blade glowing in the deep forest facing the mirror lake at night, and watched the protector who inexplicably jumped out of the darkness pick away the killing blade with the cold moonlight flowing.

At that time, the young leader Peng Gelie, whose body could only be stiff in the quilt, could clearly see the face of the nameless assassin and nameless protector under the moonlight.The person who came to kill him was Mr. Japan, who had chatted with him during the day, and the protector was all night, except for his golden pupils, which shone in the dark.The fighting between the two of them and the final compromise between them are all reflected in front of his eyes, both of them are swishing into shadows, and after leaving his room for a quarter of an hour, he was liberated and escaped from the state of the ghost pressing the bed like Mount Tai .

Afterwards, he kept tossing and turning, no matter how big-hearted he was, he couldn't continue to sleep calmly in the face of this kind of thing.He thought a lot, why would Mr. Japan, who he just showed his affection and gave him a gift, want to kill him, and who is that protector in black?Why protect yourself?Is it also the Sword Fusangshin of this strange Honmaru?Or was it sent by the government of time to protect itself? ...

After tossing and tossing for half a night, I never heard that strange voice again, and there was no more night attack incident.It wasn't until dawn that he seemed to hear a cock crowing, and then he fell asleep drowsily.When he was half asleep and half awake, when he opened his eyes with difficulty, what he saw was the intruder again.Mr. Foxnosuke.Then there was the coaxing of him to complete his daily lessons.

Before going out, Mr. Foxnosuke also asked him if he would like to ask the existing Token Fusangshin in Shimohonmaru to go out with him and help him complete his daily lessons.The first sword he thought of was the Japanese account he had just chatted with yesterday, but he remembered what happened that night.He also wondered if he had dreamed at night and mistakenly made it reality, but the traces of fighting left in the room were too obvious.Therefore, he shook his head and rejected Mr. Fox's proposal, and went to the battlefield alone.

...But what he also couldn't understand was why the Japanese who wanted to kill him would appear in front of Jian Feiweishi again, get injured in order to save him, and even risked his life to take him back to the Honmaru.He doesn't understand, he has always been clumsy and slow, and if Mr. Nihonhao doesn't say some things, he may never be able to understand, nor can he understand.He wanted to ask a question, but when the words came to his lips, he changed to something else.

"Mr. Japan, may I ask you a question?"

He said so.Nervously imitating the calmness of Reborn's usual questioning.He looked at Japan's handsome and haggard face, and there were still some traces of the past that hadn't been healed, which were vaguely blended into the new scars, appearing dark and blurred.

"Is there a level limit for the Token Fusangshin of Honrei Honmaru?"

"No."

Japan's answer was quite straightforward.He didn't realize what he was saying, and to the young judge's ears, his heart was so severely traumatized that he was dying, and it was prolonged after he learned the news from Mr. Awataguchi Tachi, the black-haired judge of Honmaru. pain, even for a moment.

In the first issue, Mr. Ikshin did not deceive him, and Mr. Nippon was surprisingly frank about the information about Honmaru.The young leader of Pengelie got what he wanted to know, but this fulfillment also unswervingly eliminated the accompanying living entanglements.He has no way to face this reality openly, which means that he cannot realize more clearly than at this moment that the Government of Time has no intention of letting him go home from the very beginning—it wants him to be a judge for the rest of his life ?Or for some other reason?

In the clear and clear autumn scenery, Peng Gelie's young leader felt as cold as the midwinter.Especially the chirping birds in the courtyard seemed to beat into his heart something cold that made his heart feel sad, which made the young him feel very desolate at this moment.He sat stiffly in place, his warm brown pupils opened wide, and as his head slowly lowered, his eyes moved to the yellowed and fallen leaves at his feet.

The dead leaves on the sycamore tree growing in this front yard are like butterflies and moths with their branches over the wall, stretching to the street. Even though there is no wind, they are flying down rustlingly.In the end, it complements the mossy green boulders on both sides of the cobblestone path, and it becomes a beautiful scene in the crisp autumn days.Strolling on it, there is a poetic flavor in an instant, but in the eyes of young judges, there are only black and white.

"...Mr. Japan."

"I, I am very grateful that you and your partners came to save me..."

"I want to repay you, if there is anything I can do to help you—"

"Are you sure to tell me? I..."

He spoke like this intermittently, his mind was so muddled that even his words were a bit strange.Tsunayoshi wants to know what Nihon-kun intends to get from him, even though he knows the answer is not true or complete.But what can he gain in this situation, a world made up of lies, deceit and exploitation?Besieged on all sides, the only one he can trust is himself.

He has no companion and friend here.

But the handsome black-haired Touken Fusangshin felt strange after hearing the words of the young judge.He couldn't see the face of the young judge who seemed embarrassed to look directly at him because of restraint and shyness, so he naturally didn't notice the panic in the cute and immature pupils.

"nothing……"

The black-haired Fu Sangshen waved his hands, but stopped in the air because he remembered something.

"tsuna, can you help me get rid of these white bone spurs?"

Pointing to the white bone spurs on his shoulders and chest, the deeply degenerated black-haired Fu Sangshen pursed his lips as if nothing had happened.If he didn't look at the main body standing next to him from the corner of his eye, the young leader of the next ten generations of Peng Gelie was too immature after all, he couldn't even hide his emotions well, and naturally he couldn't leak his temptations.It is also helpless to be noticed.

Hearing these words, the young god judge didn't make a sound, but his hands resting on his knees formed into fists and clenched tightly again.Gritting his back teeth, he closed his eyes, and a blush rose from the corners of his eyes.It took a long time before he stood up slowly and headed towards the Japanese ship.His fingers stretched out from curling up, and his round and smooth nails imprinted marks on his palms, and his warm brown eyes, quenched with golden red, stared at the bone spur.

When the palm touches the forest white that protrudes in a solitary arc, it feels no different from the touch of numerous white bones.

"I can not do it."

Even in this situation, he remains frank and straightforward, without reservation.