[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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There are four venues, abcd and abcd, in the practice field. The construction style and size are the same, and dense shrubs and evergreen trees are separated from each other as boundaries.There are open-air stands outside the venue, and there are judges and Token Fusangshin who are waiting for the game or watching the game.Holding the entry ticket, the young judge picked a remote place, and sat down with two sword Fusangshen wrapped in black robes.There are probably two more games before it's their turn.

Although it is an open-air place, it is covered by the mysterious and mysterious yin and yang techniques, which makes the place have a constant and pleasant temperature all year round, and is not affected by changes in the outside weather.Therefore, under the warm autumn day, the young god judge looked at the contest that was about to end with great interest.It is a team led by two female god judges. They are all wearing pink and gorgeous small vibrating sleeves [Note 1], and the pattern of wind, flowers, water and moon tattooed on the hem ripples as they walk—and the cover hanging The veil that covers half of the face can't stop the beauty.Every frown and smile of a beauty leads to reverie.

The young god judge just thought it looked good, and the Liuzhenxin sword he was carrying around his waist was really disgusting. Because he was sitting in the stands, the long scabbard inevitably rubbed against the ground, soiling the precious sheath.So he turned to embrace his arms, and put the longer tachis on his knees first, then the long wakizashi, and finally the Awataguchi family short sword with a gradual light grass color and a small bow tie.But just looking at the bright color system that is different from other swords, Sawada Tsunayoshi likes it very much.

The brown-haired boy watched the Fu Sangshen's swordsmanship competition below, elegant and nimble, and his heart was invisible; his long sleeves and walking were full of elegance like a dancing red maple, but the light of his sword was like a cold light, revealing a fierce aura.When he was on the battle field, he was frightened when he saw the sword Fusangshen fighting with the Time Backward Army. Those expensive and luxurious sword soldiers cut off the enemy's head without bloodshed, like a breeze.It is completely different from the violent sword of Skuvalo Sbebir, the combat captain of the assassination unit Vaira, but he, who knows nothing about swordsmanship, can also see it—drawing the sword out of its sheath, swinging the sword is full of loyalty and guardian.

Even though he didn't like fighting, he couldn't help admiring the purity and brilliance of this kind of personal will.

"So handsome—"

When the battle review was over and both sides thanked each other, the young judge couldn't help but murmured and clapped his hands.His applause attracted the attention of the god judges next to him. There are very few people like this in the practice field. Although they are colleagues and comrades in the anti-time retrograde army, they are also competitors——Which Honmaru has more rare knives? Jiazhou is rich in gold, rich in materials and so on. Where there are people, there will be all kinds of overt and secret competitions.

"New aunt?"

The one who was close, a long-haired girl who didn't hide her face and was dressed in a very simple and modern way asked actively, her tone was so faint that no emotion could be heard.On the contrary, it was beside her—the young interrogator didn't know him, probably the black-haired boy Fu Sangshen nodded slightly at him, showing pride and unrestrained politeness.

"Eh?"

The young interrogator, who has only been in office for a few days, is full of doubts. He is completely unfamiliar with the "jargon" commonly used by girls.The bright brown eyes blinked and blinked—from Fu Sangshen, a black-haired boy with a military uniform on his upper body, shorts on his lower body, and red and black armor on his shoulders, to the girl.

If he usually reads Oda Nobunaga's related works, he will be able to recognize that the black-haired Fusangshin's black-red soft armor tassels on his shoulders are called "red mother clothes" [Note 2 ].During the Yonglu period of the Warring States Period, Nobunaga Oda, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, selected 20 people from the Ma Dai crowd of the personal guards to form the Red Mother Clothes and the Black Mother Clothes respectively.Apparently, the black-haired Fusangshin who looked like a boy was once an Oda sword.

"It's really a newly appointed God examiner, really young."

The reaction of the young God Judge pleased the girl, and such a reaction, needless to say, is a newcomer.With a narrow smile, the other party's eyes fell on the two people wrapped in black robes behind the young God Judge——

"Is this your family's sword?"

The girl's words were very firm, without any hesitation because of Fusangshen's attire.

"Um……"

The young judges nodded, and honestly said that they were staying here waiting to go to the training ground.Even though he was a stranger, he sat and chatted undefended, the sun shone into his bright brown pupils, overflowing with brilliance, and the sword resting on his knee that had never been transformed was easily exposed in front of people.

"Moori Toshiro, Omaru, Azuki Beanagamitsu and Xiaolong Jingguang."

"It seems that you are a fairly pure European."

The girl stretched her shoulders, half teasing, half joking.

"You can get this kind of ultra-rare sword just after taking office. Your Fusangshen have worked hard."

The young God-inspector listened in a cloud, but he still tried his best to continue the conversation under this chance encounter.Although he sometimes finds it difficult to understand what the girl said, but the chat is always relaxed and happy.

"reb... I heard from my family that Grandpa Zeng-Zeng-Zeng seems to be Italian, but that's been a long time ago! So I'm just an ordinary Japanese now—Mr. Ikshin and Mrs. Daidai Mr. Guangshi is also super powerful in the battlefield, knocking back the Suhui army."

He even spoke and gestured, and his body language was as rich as his expression.He is a lively and cheerful child with obvious mood swings.The girl's lips curled into a smile, and she propped her chin to listen to him advocating his fusangshen, and Yaken Toshiro, who became more calm and calm after self-polarization practice around her, couldn't help but soften his gaze.

The brown-haired boy is like the eternal light, provoking all the existences that tend to light.Itself is naive, without self-knowledge.With a god judge like him, the Fusangshin of that Honmaru can be described as good luck and absolute happiness.

"That's great, but my Fu Sangshen is also very powerful."

The girl blinked slyly.After she finished speaking, she looked at the young interrogator who was looking at her seriously, and they couldn't help laughing at the same time.The girl raised her hand and hooked a strand of black hair scattered around her cheeks back to her ears——

"It's the first time we met, I'm Bailimu."

Luoluodafang stretched out her white and soft hands, each finger was painted in a different color, and the mottled colors did not match the aura she exuded.The young god judge tried his best to hold back his complaints and smiles, and handed over his hand in a friendly manner.

"Sawa...uh, I'm Tsuna."

He almost said his real name out of his mouth naturally, and bit the tip of his tongue to change his words temporarily. The young god judge who had managed to avoid being exposed, heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't see Yiqi Yizhen and Dadian Taiguangshi who were hiding their faces under the cloak. complexion.

It was also at this time that the sword that had been peacefully sleeping between his knees, the shortest one with the brightest scabbard, trembled.The young god judge and the girl hurriedly separated their hands. The young god judge who was at a loss for this sudden situation looked at the light grass-colored dagger that was about to jump from his knees to his nose, and couldn't help but want to catch him.

"He wants to come out." The girl who was not disturbed by his abnormality, who was still sitting there was puzzled—"Why didn't you call him and let him appear?"

"But, but I..."

The young god judge who had repeatedly failed to summon the sword to Fusangshen wanted to explain in embarrassment. The light grass-colored short knife on his knee was already floating in the air at this time. It first circled him twice, and then gently Hitting his chest was a bit coquettish.The full-textured sheath rubbed in front of the young God Judge with proper strength, not only would it not make him feel pain, but it would make him feel as if he was being tickled and laughed.

"Ha, ha ha ha - wait, wait a minute!"

Puchi laughed, and raised his hand to stop the light-grass-colored dagger from the young God Judge, holding the dagger in his arms.The lively and even mischievous dagger was quiet for a moment, and then rubbed against it awkwardly.

"It seems that he really wants to come out. Call him, Gang-kun."

There are stars in the girl's eyes.Her long, crow-black hair, as soft as algae and jade, is spread behind her, and she is fair, it should be said that she is pale, and even the blue veins under the tender skin can be seen under the sun.The color of her lips is very light, and the shape of her lips should be beautiful, but there is always a hazy feeling of indistinctness - she actually uses yin and yang techniques to cover the lower half of her face, similar to the ones more familiar to young god judges. illusion.

"Hey, hey..."

Subconsciously, I looked back at the next issue of Ichishin and Oden Tai Mitsuyo. The expressions of the two of them were really hard to observe. The young god judge just glanced at it briefly, and then fell to the light grass-colored little girl who tirelessly pestered him. On the sheath of the dagger.

"alright."

The young future leader of the Pengelie family felt helpless and pampered when facing Lan Bo. He gently held the light grass-colored dagger that fell in his palm, closed his eyes gently, and then gently called his name.

"Moori Toshiro."

Before he could open his eyes, a pair of warm and thin hands wrapped around his neck.Unexpectedly, a little Zhengtai in military uniform and shorts with light grass hair appeared in the arms of the young judge.It looks about the same age as Fengtai, but it is thinner and shorter than Fengtai. The light purple pupils are exactly the same as the black hair beside the girl.

"Knife~love~"[Note 3]

Mori Fujishiro, who is known as "the proof of the four out of [-] European trials", said such a speech cheerfully and enthusiastically in the arms of the young judge.As the first sword of the young god judge, he was officially summoned and signed a contract. He is also the first time to come to the world. Unlike his elder brother who is the same as Honmaru, he does not know any of the young god judge Honmaru's past. Things, and have never experienced the pain and suffering of those long years.

The young god judge is Mori Toshiro's first protagonist after becoming Fusangshin, and his eyes are only full of his god judge.With a cute and refreshing appearance, Asakusa-haired Masata, who made no secret of his fondness for the judge of the gods, smiled and hugged the arm of the young judge of the gods, pouted his mouth, and whispered in his ear——

"My lord, don't tell others your real name!"

Even if not all of them, Touken Fusangshin can know the truth of what humans say.Just one character [纬] can create many "curses", and Mori Toshiro, who is close to him by nature, is naturally not happy.He snapped a sweet cheek kiss to the lord he was holding, and then introduced himself innocently and loudly——

"My name is Mori Toshiro! I'm called Mori Toshiro because I used to stay at Mori's house."

"In the future, I will work hard with my lord!" [Note 4]