God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Higakiri received many condolences on this day.

The first one came was the little dagger who had soaked in the hot spring together, and the two children brought several large pillows.

"If you have indigestion, it is not suitable for you to lie flat," they quickly piled the pillows on the back of the mustache, so that he could sit up comfortably, "Brother Yaoyan said that mustache can eat some light food, Some gentler exercise and I'm sure I'll be fine today."

Not long after the short knives left, Ge Xian with a complex expression came in with Xiao Ye, carrying digestible porridge and refreshing side dishes. After carefully arranging the main points of eating, Ge Xian stared at them for a while, and finally Sighing and leaving, he and Xiao Ye could be vaguely heard complaining: "The Heian Era was such an elegant time, why..."

The next person to visit was Yakiri Hasebe. He was in a good mood and did not directly express his opinion on the fact that Hikiri had eaten too much. Instead, after the usual greetings, he began to humbly ask for advice on the specific conditions of various battlefields. After some chatting, the serious attitude unexpectedly matched with the knee ball, and when they were leaving, the two parties happily agreed to talk again next time.

Near noon, Mutsu Mamoru sent two wrist-type smart terminals ordered by the god judge. The studious student and the excited teacher had a good time. When Mutsu Mamoru left, the two brothers had already learned Internet search, onlookers forum and how to order goods from Wanwu.

"This is so convenient." Mustache thought it was very interesting and poked on the light screen: "Whether you want to buy it or not, you can feast your eyes."

"Brother, look at this, let's buy it and use it together?" Keimaru said enthusiastically, pointing to a pair of mint green and milky white mugs.

"It's just up to you to make a decision." Higiri replied, "This one is also very interesting, I want to buy it."

"No...brother, although I said just now that the basic necessities are all public accounts, it's too expensive," Kagemaru looked at the series of numbers on the product price, a little dumbfounded, "This can't fit in our house. "

"Huh? I quite like it." Mustache had regret on his face.

...My brother's hobbies are still so different.

Keimaru silently wrote down the pure gold statue of Hachiman Bodhisattva, and planned to see if he could buy a smaller one with pocket money and put it in the bedroom later.

Quiet afternoon.

The servants on the first day independently arranged their schedules very cautiously. They did not go out or go on an expedition. There was a lazy atmosphere in the quiet Honmaru. When Jing Mo was considering whether to write a letter to his friend, there was a call from the corridor. The clatter of footsteps.

"Kenmaruden and Hikakiriden are fighting in the hand field," Maeda Toshiro said with a flustered expression as clearly as possible: "Tsurumaruden and Qingjiangdian are stopping them, master, please come and help."

The breeze brought the light smell of blood on the dagger.

The wooden floor of Tegoza was covered with a large amount of blood, and the dark stains splattered everywhere, making the whole room look like a murder scene. The fighting Tsurumaru and Higakiri also left many messy footprints on these bloodstains, It looks more and more terrifying.

Jing Mo, who arrived, took a look at Xiwan first. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. He seemed to have fainted. There were two serious wounds on his body, one on his left leg and one on his right shoulder.Although Yaoyan had cut his clothes to stop the bleeding, he could still see small puddles of blood dripping under the dark trousers.

Kosen was holding his head, staring at Mustakiri, who was still fighting Tsurumaru, with a grumpy face, looking like he wanted to draw his sword and start a gang fight.

Smiling Qing Jiang stood aside and panted, Wakizawa, who was not very good at fighting with strength, seemed to have suffered a lot, and there was a not-so-deep bloody mouth on his chest and abdomen.

"Give it to me." The judge stepped forward to take the knee pill and found that the two places were penetrating wounds, and the clothes of Song Xian who got out of the way were also soaked in blood, and a large swath of dark red was smudged.

The heavy spiritual power was released, wrapping heavily around the two injured Fusangshen. The wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rapid breathing gradually calmed down. to talk.

"Let's not fight," Tsurumaru pulled away and jumped away from the battlefield after feeling the familiar spiritual power, "Educating my younger brother should be done in moderation, really."

Mustache stopped his hand, his eyes were bright and full of satisfaction, he raised his head and sniffed the air, and replied unhurriedly: "We have always been like this, but you, it's really really cool to meddle in other people's training all of a sudden. Is it okay?"

"Has it always been like this?" Tsurumaru always had some incomprehensible expression on his happy face: "Then you should pay attention."

The two gazes split at the touch of each other.

"Hmm... how is brother?" Higakiri naturally ignored Tsurumaru's hidden warning words, and leaned towards the judge.

"He's fine." The interrogator replied, "But you need to stay in the hand room until night. If he doesn't wake up, don't wake him up."

So a large group of people moved to the hands-on room again, changing the care object from the worry-free elder brother to the even more worry-free younger brother.

"Don't you think this is too messy?"

"I didn't expect you to talk about it."

Higekiri rested his chin and focused on his younger brother's sleeping face under the dim candlelight, and casually responded to Tsurumaru's questioning.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, the short sword is sleeping, and the Taidao is traveling at night.

"So what are you brothers thinking?" Tsurumaru sat cross-legged on the ground where he entered the room, even though it was a familiar place, he didn't have any good feelings for it, "Don't make it too difficult for me and Smiley, I'm I think every day should be cherished and not wasted on these boring things, okay?"

Qing Jiang, the smiling face in the shadows, nodded slightly in agreement.

"It's not a boring thing," Higakiri said matter-of-factly, "I think it's important."

"Alas..." Tsurumaru waved wildly at the smiling Qingjiang to signal him to come.

"Isn't Hikiriden suffering from indigestion today?" Owaki Senpai gently wiped the saber that he fought today with the shoji paper, "Why did you choose to close your hands at this time?"

"Because my younger brother is too worried, I feel that I still have to take responsibility," Hidekiri said softly, "I also thought it would be easy to come here before agreeing, but this fool always worries about unnecessary things , The sudden attack on the God-inspector has troubled you, sorry, he just wants the God-inspector to pay more attention to him."

"As a sword...Of course, you have to let others see its value before you can be valued. I'm helping you guys too." Hidekiri turned sideways, his lips raised to reveal a small canine tooth, "This brand new Honmaru can be compared with It’s only you two that we’re fighting against, isn’t that good?”

"Besides, for the general, it's not a good thing that the relationship between subordinates and brothers is too good. Faced with me like this, of course, my stupid brother is more harmless and cuter. Treat him well." Mustache tilted his head. The smile is very bright.

...The story of Sankayue Xiaohumaru and the god judge suddenly appeared in his mind with many mosaics, Tsurumaru's face turned blue immediately, and he could only shake his head violently to clean up this pile of yellow waste.

"Higakiri, I'm sure you're thinking too much about this point," Tsurumaru covered his face with one hand and shook the other, "It's not so much that he doesn't mind the good relationship between you two, it's better to say that he doesn't want to get too close to us— —This expression is closer to my feeling.”

"Oh...?" Tachi asked in his characteristic voice.

"Tsuru's intuition!" Tsurumaru raised his index finger.

The answer was unreliable as expected, Higakiri looked away without interest.

"All in all, what you did today is not considered to be considering the mood of the knee pill."

Ignoring Tsurumaru who loudly emphasized "My intuition is accurate!", Owaki took another piece of shoji paper and continued to take care of the main body, and rescued the topic that was out of the sky by the way.

"Yeah, as long as I'm happy, my brother will be happy too." Mustache replied firmly, "And brother, he can't even cheat. He performed super-level yesterday, so I don't intend to tell him this. Just be silly... no, just live happily."

As expected of brothers, their thoughts are so similar yet subtly different, but...Keomaru seems to be more worthy of sympathy?

The two listeners fell into contemplation at the same time, until there was a gasping sound that was clearly unbearable.

"Huh? Are you awake?" Higiri turned around, and saw Kichimaru who quickly wrapped himself in the quilt because of being exposed.

"Brother! Before I knew it, you had endured so much alone..."

An indistinct voice came from under the quilt, because it was impossible to hear whether there was a weeping sound through the cotton wool, Owaki Zai shrugged regretfully.

"Now that you're awake, come out quickly, or others will laugh at you." Mustache began to pick at him, but his younger brother resisted tenaciously under the quilt, determined not to show his face.

"Just let me stay like this for a while, brother." Tai Dao, who successfully turned himself into a knee roll, said in a low voice.

"Hmm...Okay." After thinking about it, Mustache agreed, hugged his younger brother who was curled up in a ball through the quilt, and then began to urge the onlookers in a regretful tone: "That's it, you can go."

"It's really an unpredictable type," Tsurumaru said with emotion as he walked on the promenade, "It's completely impossible to judge when he is unintentional and when he is intentional."

"That's something that Komemaruden should worry about," Owaki Tsubasa said with a smile beside him, "Isn't it great to have precious treasures, Hikirikiri is really good at handling relationships between people."

"Oh, it not only dispelled our worries, but also comforted my younger brother. By the way, I can also observe the attitude of the judge." Tsurumaru's golden eyes were full of unpredictable streamers, "Is there any hope in the future?"

"It's up to them now," Owaki Chasa looked at the lighted room, "If this continues, there will be new tasks sooner or later. So, will they be infiltrated with each other, or will they be completely different..."

"Oh—are you curious?" Tsurumaru pointedly looked at the place where the light was on, which was Hasebe's room.

Several fusangshen gathered together just as Qing Jiang thought, but the atmosphere was not as tense as in the daytime. Although the merciless hand-to-hand between Higakiri and Kemaru seemed too outrageous, it was commonplace for seeing blood The fusangshen had little impact.

There is only one exception to this.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" California Qingguang tidied his hair a little irritably, and the fingers that combed down accidentally pulled and broke two strands of hair, making a crisp sound.

Ge Xian still had a gloomy face, and his pretty face was particularly oppressive when he was angry. He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, but his eyes were filled with the meaning of "I think he just wants to fight with me".

"I don't think it's a big deal." Hasebe, who didn't see the whole thing, reacted very coldly, "Maybe they usually train like this, and you came to my bedroom for this?"

"There is no hatred in him." Xiao Ye said simply, "I don't feel any hostility from him."

"The general handled it very well, he is not someone who is afraid of blood." Yao Yan looked at Qing Guang with some strangeness: "What are you worried about?"

Looking at their indifferent attitude, California Qingguang felt that the restlessness in his heart became more obvious.

As a person who witnessed this hand-to-hand match from beginning to end, he always felt that Higakiri's attitude today contained indescribable provocation and contempt. The glance I glanced at, the steps I stepped on the bright red blood without hesitation...Everything in retrospect makes me feel angry.

"……so……"

"Huh?" Mutsumori turned his head to hear Qingguang's weak voice.

"That's why you were abandoned by the master? Because you don't understand human feelings at all—" Dao Dao's voice was full of indifference that he didn't usually have. "Whether it's hurting a similar kind or destroying unrelated lives for no reason, human beings feel Scary thing, but ridiculous, we were made for it."

"Even now that I have a human body, I still don't understand how to be loved by humans!" Qingguang didn't know who he wanted to blame, he just vented his feelings angrily: "Don't you think that If things go on like this, he will eventually find that we are different from him, and the god judge... will always return to his own world."

The room was silent.

"Qingguang... We think it's you who needs to calm down." Mutsumori looked at him seriously: "After so long, you still haven't shaken off the influence of the past."

"We made an agreement at the time," Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen walked in front of California Qingguang: "We must accept the new master and stop dwelling on the past. Are you shrinking?"

"I..." California Qingguang looked at his hands blankly, the lines on his palms were chaotic, just like his current mood.

"You're confused." Hasebe said bluntly: "Except for the first day when Gexian and I came here, you didn't mention the former God-inspector. If he wants to abandon this place just because he thinks we are different from him, then it is true. There's nothing to say, he doesn't fit the position."

"We are swords, and they appeared to protect history. It is our duty to obey the Lord's order and try our best to kill the enemy," Hasebe said coldly, "California Kiyomitsu, don't put the cart before the horse."

"Oh—terrible." Tsurumaru, who ran to eavesdrop with his rich experience, said to the smiling Qingjiang in surprise: "It's unbelievable, this is Hasebe, to say such cruel and heartless words."

Qing Jiang just smiled: "This is the beginning, when you and I first appeared, it wouldn't be much better than this."

"Don't mention the past." Tsurumaru withdrew his smile, looked up at the not-so-full moon in the sky, "So, time is really scary, we are becoming more and more human, and at the end will be what?"