[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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Sawada Tsunayoshi only wanted to pull out the eye nail, even if he tried to knock it hard, he only thought that he would not touch the damaged part of the small Karasuma blade, so there would be no problem.But he didn't think about the transmission of force, and the bump at the eyes would also indirectly cause the father of the Japanese sword to "shock the tiger's body".In fact, he felt that he had done a pretty good job. He performed a miracle with all his strength. After he knocked hard at the end, the target was obviously loosened.

However, Karasuma said to him at this time, "It's better for the father to help the lord dismantle it." Tsunayoshi Sawada, who didn't know how many times he hit the father of the Japanese sword with hair like a crow's wing and was "seriously injured", looked up blankly.He originally wanted to ask if there was something wrong with what he did?or something like that, but I was surprised when I saw Karasuma's appearance at this time.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, his head rested on his fingers, and he looked sickly like he didn't when he first entered the door.Sawada Tsunayoshi hurriedly took care of Karasuma, who was feeling unwell when he was absorbed in taking care of the target.

"What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"

"What can I do to help you? Do I need to call someone in?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi has not yet realized that everything is of his own making.

Little Karasuma is in distress, especially under the eager and considerate care of the young god judge.He thought, there is no way for him to admit frankly in front of such a cute and gentle child, "Oh, the child is fine.You just made me hurt a little bit just now..." This is too demeaning for elders, as the time intersects, the little Karasuma, who was lightly tapped by vermilion, shook his head expressionlessly.Even though he was already in pain from touching his forehead to pinching the lean muscles in his waist.

Dispersing the pain undoubtedly allowed him to focus more on the conversation.

"Don't bother, it's okay for my father."

Even though he was already sweating profusely, Karasuma still maintained the aura of a father.Sawada Tsunayoshi frowned and wanted to say something, but after meeting the sharp gaze of the father of the Japanese sword, he held back.He's not very good at dissuading others, especially Mr. Karasuma, who feels exactly like Kikuji-kun in terms of enduring pain.

"Uh, then do you still have to remove these protective gears yourself...?"

Picking up the put down sword back in his hand, Tsunayoshi Sawada thought for a while and handed it over.Mr. Karasuma is so uncomfortable, and he is still fiddling with his main body so clumsily...it will probably be even more uncomfortable.Therefore, he thought, perhaps for the Touken Fusangshin to be truly considerate, it would be best for them to disassemble the knives by themselves.

Little Karasuma didn't refuse, and in the seriously injured state, the young god judge continued to fumble randomly, he was afraid that he would break into the room with this hand.Guai Dingke won the victory and became the father of Japanese swords who had the highest priority among all the swords and swords in Honmaru to enjoy the care and restoration of young gods.This is completely different from what he imagined.

But what can he complain about, he can only accept it with a smile!Loving Father.jpg

Enduring the pain and taking over his own body, Karasuma swiftly withdrew the eye nail from the eye socket.Fortunately, due to the age, he only has one body, although the small end of this one has been severely worn.Feeling sorry for the exquisite and expensive nail made of ivory, Karasuma began to disassemble the handle of the knife.

With the glowing blade facing forward, the young god judge admired the flowing movements of Fusangshen, the sword with hair like crow wings.According to the information from the terminal, because Japanese knives are too sharp, if you are not careful during the maintenance process, the blade will cause serious injury.But Mr. Karasuma held the knife handle tightly with his right hand and made a fist with his left hand. He raised the body to a height of about 30 cm above his right hand, aimed at the tiger's mouth of the right hand holding the knife, and beat it down with moderate force.

The crisp metal sound is pleasant, that is the pleasant sound of Kiriyu, Dao Tan and the blade stem colliding with each other.Immediately, the knife stem jumped out of the handle.Sawada Tsunayoshi watched intently as Karasuma pinched the blade with the two fingers of his left hand, and pulled the blade out easily.It doesn't look like much effort, but he also knows that it will take a lot of effort to replace himself.

Putting the plain blade on the red velvet case and submitting it, the next thing Tsunayoshi Sawada has to do is to powder and oil it.Flipping the explanatory materials to the powdering position, the young god judge showed the father of the Japanese sword several kinds of powder cans around him.

"Here are animal bone meal, very fine terrazzo powder... which one do you like?"

Although the hands-on room has not been used for a long time, but everything is complete, Tsunayoshi Sawada carefully looked at it, different powders have different fragrance types.For patients with choice phobia, it is a kind of torture.The young god judge twisted out some different powders with his fingers, and felt the difference of each type—in fact, there was no difference for him—but for Xiao Karasuma, there is a lot of knowledge in it, and there are too many things to pay attention to. too much.

The purpose of powdering the sword is to remove the old oil from the sword.Different powders have different oil absorption effects, and it is necessary to choose excellent quality.There is a saying that powdering can polish the blade of the knife. If the powder is not used properly, the blade may be scratched accidentally.Therefore, Karasuma chose carefully, and finally chose elephant bone meal.

"Ah, good!"

Bringing the jar containing the elephant bone meal to him, Tsunayoshi Sawada officially started repairing and repairing the sword.His right hand held the stem of the knife, the same as when Karasuma disassembled the handle, with the blade facing forward, and then he held the powder stick in his left hand and tapped it lightly on the knife.Given that his right hand is the right hand, he should have exchanged things with the left and right, but the right hand was too seriously injured, so it was a bit embarrassing for him to lift the beating stick.

Sawada Tsunayoshi carefully wants to fix the tapping frequency at an average of 3-5 times per minute, because the data copy says this is the optimal frequency.And if there is a lot of old oil, you need to powder it several times so that the powder can be evenly spread on the surface of the blade and stay for a period of time to allow the powder to absorb the oil.But the troublesome thing is that Tsunakichi Sawada can't know how much powder to pour out. Every time he taps, he will dip the powder stick in the powder can.I'm afraid I put less powder, and I can't let the old oil remaining on the blade be completely sucked away and cleaned.

But for Karasuma, this is actually a bit too much.However, although there is too much powder for the knife, the force of the powder stick hitting the blade is sometimes heavy and sometimes light because it is difficult for the young minder to control the left hand like the right hand, but the process of entering from the hand slowly flows into his body, the young The power of the God Judge was warm and pure, which slowed down Karasuma's tense nerves, and suddenly gave birth to a drowsy sense of comfort.

The silence of the father of Japanese swords is a silent recognition for Sawada Tsunayoshi.At the beginning, he needed to step by step, take a look at the materials and do a step-by-step powdering process. After he was proficient, he took a piece of Bongshu paper and prepared to erase the powdering.White honshu paper is a fine quality made from the fibers of geese, mitsumata, or mulberry.Slowly wrap the paper around the blade, and then wipe gently in one direction according to the precautions to completely remove the elephant bone powder that has absorbed old oil.

At this step, Tsunayoshi Sawada can still do a good job.

The pain in the whole body was relieved, and the strength circulated happily from the whole body over and over again. Karasuma was filled with a sense of satisfaction even at the tips of her hair.But he probably didn't notice that because the body was covered with too much grinding powder, the black hair like a crow's wing tied with red satin was covered with a layer of uneven snow color, and the dots looked like large flakes of dandruff when viewed from a distance. ...Karasuma indulged for a while, indulged in being filled with the power of the young god judge; Sawada Tsunayoshi concentrated on the hand-to-hand link, so neither of them noticed the change in Token Fusangshin's personal body due to the change of the main body.

Sawada Tsunayoshi has now progressed to the sword award link.

Although there is always a white film like bone meal on the blade after removing old oil, it does not hide the light.Sawada Tsunayoshi followed the legend in the prompt, held up the blade in a dignified manner, and looked at the blade text, ground muscle, boiling, etc. through the light source from the rear.After staring at it for a while, he couldn't see a single flower, so he gave up the knife rewarding session which had no clear meaning to him, and jumped to oiling.

He originally planned to pour a little bit of clove oil on a small piece of cotton cloth first, and then wipe the blade evenly.But there was a small mistake when pouring the oil, and the left hand holding the oil tank shook, and 1/3 of the clove oil in the bottle poured on the blade.

"Ah oh..."

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the tick-tock dripping from the blade on the floor, and some dingzi oil stained on his body, very embarrassed and apologetic raised his eyes to look at the father of Japanese swords sitting next to him.However, what is horrifying is the super super greasy version of the crow boy whose face is full of oil, the black hair is so shiny that it is so shiny that it can be licked off for cooking.

"..."

What kind of experience is it like to be thrown into an oil lake?Karasuma felt that he could answer this question forcefully.He was originally refreshed and warmed by the power of the young god judge, like soaking in a hot spring; then the hot spring was replaced with olive oil in the blink of an eye, and Karasuma felt that he was covered with the smell of clove oil and Sticky and slippery feeling.Ah, how disgusting, very uncomfortable.

"Hug, sorry!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked helplessly and innocently, and hurriedly took remedial measures, took out more knife sharpening powder and sprinkled it on the dingzi oil flowing on the knife blade.The powder absorbs oil, just wipe it off with fengshu paper later.The innocent boy thought so, but he didn't expect that he had already stepped into the endless cycle of oiling-powdering-bongshu paper-oiling.His behavior is not uncommon in daily life, mostly in the kitchen.

The food is too salty, add some sugar and water to adjust the taste, huh?It's a bit light again, sprinkle some salt.Oh, if it's salty, add some auxiliary seasoning to neutralize it.Basically, in the end, the food that comes out of the pan is horrible and hard to swallow.

In short, when Karasuma, the father of Japanese swords, was completely repaired and walked out of the room with the main body, Mori Toshiro, who was behind him and kept thinking about how it was so slow, was shocked before it was his turn.There is no other reason. The handsome and feminine little Karasuma went in in a straight black dress, but when she came out, it seemed that she hadn't washed her hair for half a year. It was not only oily, but also had large patches of dandruff in her hair. down.

"K-Karasuma-dono...?"

This is the first time for Zhongren to see Karasuma, who has the burden of "father", so unkempt and sloppy.Is this what happened in the hand burglary? !Toujian Fusangshen's gaze was full of inquiry, hoping that Karasuma would take the initiative to explain.

Karasuma's face was full of indifference, he habitually raised his hand to his forehead, touched his oily face, then put it down as if nothing had happened, and rubbed it on the straight black shirt.Only then did he meet the sight of Zhongjian and smiled kindly and kindly.

"It's the same feeling as doing an essential oil spa, oh hehe."

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◎The little ancestor said it was as if he had done an essential oil spa xd