God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"—My lord, here is your mission."

Foxnosuke jumped into the office area. This time the official document was bordered with black ink, wider and heavier than before, but the content was the same and refined. There was nothing but a brief explanation of the meeting place and the combat environment.

"The special assignment documents are all special tasks assigned by the god-inspector Honmaru according to their strength. They are temporary recruitments, which are different from the daily clearing and marching army, so please don't take it lightly," Foxosuke shook his tail happily, "My lord's There are still so few men with swords and swords in this pill, and receiving a special official document shows that Shizheng recognizes your strength very much!"

"The situation on the special mission battlefield is complex and changeable. You'd better consider the candidates for the battle in a balanced way. Every swordsman has his own fighting method..."

The judge smiled and squeezed its ears, and before it finished speaking, he turned and went upstairs to change his clothes. Recently, the attendants have been busy with their schedules, and today is no exception. The only ones left in this pill are Smiling Qingjiang and Xiaoye In the left text, it took the judge ten seconds to decide on the candidate for the battle.

He decided to go and see for himself, and relax his muscles and bones by the way.

Sensing the activation of the time switcher, the smiling Qing Jiang chased after him through the window, only to get the confession from the interrogator that he would not come back for dinner and the back view of him waving goodbye.

Atsuga Shiyama.

"I said, do you feel that there is something different?" After the precise triple stabs, the enemy fell down. California Qingguang wiped his sweat, panted and asked his companions, he felt his heartbeat was accelerating, and his strength was stronger. Stronger, faster, and somewhat indescribably exciting.

"Isn't this feeling great!" It was Tsurumaru Kuninaga who answered him, and the tachi who hadn't played for a long time jumped down from the tree with a loud laugh, and the sharp blade sliced ​​the enemy tachi into pieces without hindrance. Two, the steaming blood splashed in the air, and the pair of golden pupils behind it were shining brightly. Before the bright red fell on the white clothes, he turned around and pierced another enemy's heart.

"It's really fun." Mustache swung the knife down, always soft and full of aftertaste, when he killed the enemy just now, he was too close, half of his face was covered with blood, "This arm is my It's over!"

At the same time as the voice fell, half of the head and the entire arm fell.

"Is it a surprise attack?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned his face to avoid the splash of blood, "Snatching my prey is—— not!"

The two passing by saw the familiar arrogance and insatiability in each other's pupils, and after being surprised, they smiled knowingly together.

This is me, the real - me!

"Let you all feel the name of 'Kakiri'," Hasebe Yakiri waved his knife indifferently to shake the blood. In front of him were the corpses of two wakizashis who had been cut off together with the thick tree trunk. He clenched the handle of the knife and slowly Step back and stand close to Ge Xian, "Facing these things, do you still have to pay attention to elegance?"

"...It is an unforgivable crime to tarnish the beautiful scenery with an ugly shape," Song Xian sneered, the snake bones under his feet were silently turned into powder, he raised his knife and pointed at the few enemies still entrenched in the air, "take the head Come!"

The moment the enemy rushed over, both of their bodies tensed at the same time, their blood boiled, and their spiritual power surged.

...cannot be backed down.

"Brother!" Keimaru kicked the last enemy away neatly, the blade brought out a stream of blood beads from the enemy's chest, he brushed the corner of his eyes indifferently, and pulled out a long red streak, "What do you think? "

"I'm fine, this feeling is really refreshing." Mustache said sincerely: "Ah... I like the master of this generation. I have never experienced such a burning sensation."

"What does this have to do with the Lord?" Hasebe, who joined forces with Kasen to solve a team of short sword wakizashi, heard the key words from a distance.

"Hmm...how should I say this, that?" Mustache looked at his younger brother hesitantly.

"My name is Kagemaru, brother," Taidao explained painfully: "Sometimes the spiritual power of the God Judge will affect our state, but I don't know the specifics, you can feel it yourself."

"Hey—is there no more enemies?" Tsurumaru who strolled over looked around disappointedly, "It's rare that he is in such a good state today, I feel that I can fight with Hikakiri who is stronger."

"But what are you doing? It emits such a strong breath..."

The first unit that returned to Honmaru was the last to know that the god judge suddenly came out alone. To be precise, the entire Honmaru was waiting for this group of experienced swordsmen to solve their doubts.

"Temporary recruiting?" Keimaru took the towel handed over by Maeda and wiped his face, "Thank you——bring me the official document."

"Black border and white background," Kagemaru frowned, "This is a combat mission, if he goes alone, he will probably be arranged to help the fusangshen who retreated from the front line, the current affairs will not let him It's dangerous."

"Huh? Do you want to heal the swords of other Honmaru?" Hidekiri took off the towel that had been covering his face and looked over curiously.

"Besides this, he can't do anything else alone." Keimaru looked carefully at Taidao who asked the question, with a suspicious look in his eyes: "Brother?"

"?" Mustache looked at him innocently.

"Hey—excuse me." Kiyomitsu, who has become acquainted with each other recently, skillfully interjected into their gazes, "I don't think Master is the type to act as a healer behind the battlefield. , Didn’t we say that we would be affected by the master’s spiritual power when we entered the battle? Does it have anything to do with this?”

"Well, if a certain emotion or state of the God-inspector is particularly strong, we may be affected similarly, but it's hard to explain." Tsurumaru took off his white coat and threw it to Qing Jiang, "You didn't catch it?" Foxnosuke, would you like to ask me?"

"I've already asked, but it's a pity that it doesn't know." Owaki Zagi looked listless.In a gloomy state: "In order to ensure that it is telling the truth, Xiaoye and I ate all the fried tofu in the kitchen... Mmm."

He covered his stomach in pain: "I really want to exercise now."

"Are you saying that it is similar to the feeling of faster heartbeat and quicker reaction during battle?" Qingguang and Yaoyan looked at each other, and said frantically, "He must have fought by himself!"

"Without our protection, Shizheng will not let him go to the front line." Knemaru temporarily diverted his attention away from his brother, and said in a deep voice: "The battle on the front line is far more intense than usual, and we will recover quickly from injuries. Quick, but human beings can't, since current affairs allow him to be our brother's judge, we won't let him be injured in this kind of task."

"Where does your excessive self-confidence come from?" Hasebe stepped forward: "The Lord's situation is uncertain now, and you can't convince us at all."

"Not every human being can become a god judge," Keimaru looked at Hasebe's serious face, and was not displeased by the aggressive attitude of the other party: "Even if you have passed the threshold of this talent, an excellent god judge must They have done a lot more than what you have seen, and you don’t think that fighting casually like this will end the war, do you? It’s so naive.”

"Brother Maru," Higiri interrupted him and reminded: "Foxosuke can simply feel the state of the God Judge, isn't it more convenient."

"Foxosuke said that the master's condition is very good," Xiao Ye nodded after listening to Zuo's words: "We are just worried."

Pressing and cutting Hasebe lowered his eyebrows, turned his head and waited at the exit.

Qing Guang followed him out with some unhappiness, hula la took away a bunch of people.

"Hmm... are you angry?" Higiri thought for a while, and then turned to educate his younger brother seriously: "When will you tell them that it is the decision that the judge should make, brother Maru, you are overstepping."

"It's Kinmaru, brother." Tachi repeated helplessly.

Jing Mo did not return directly to Honmaru from the battlefield. He was taken aback when he heard the movement of the dagger and ran to open the door. Generally speaking, the traces of the retrograde army will gradually disappear after they die for a period of time. When the normal team returns to Honmaru There will be no extra objects other than battle damage on the body.

But Jing Mo's body was covered with a lot of blood stains, and the patterns formed by repeated splashes of blood were flourishing and beautiful, like blooming double flowers under the light of the lantern.

"Master, are you injured!?" Akita rushed over subconsciously.

"No, I don't smell of human blood." The judge caught the kid who rushed over, and easily lifted him up and turned around in the air.

Akita sniffed it carefully, and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no bloody smell. Then he saw some familiar knives around the waist of the person following the God Judge.

"Mr. Candlestick Cut?" Dagger called out the opponent's name in surprise.

The tall man was holding the God Inquisitor's hideous cloak soaked in blood or something, and looked up after being called by his name.

The god judge put down his dagger, and in order to avoid more inquiries that could be thought of next, he tactfully took off his robe and threw it on the ground, hiding the dazzling red color.

The candlestick behind him, Qie Guangzhong, looked at him with some disapproval, but he still stepped forward to pick up the clothes and held the stained side down in his arms,

Then he greeted the dagger kindly: "I am Mitsutada Candlestick Kiri. My name comes from the anecdote that Masamune told me that I cut off the bronze candlestick. Are you?"

"Aito Miki-sama used to be my lord, and I was his guardian sword Akita Toshiro." The short knife blinked: "Has Mr. Candlestick Kiri come to our Honmaru?"

"Well, yes, please give me more advice in the future." The black-haired sword bent down and patted Akita's head.

The Fusangshen who heard the sound of the short knife also rushed over at this time, some asked the interrogator's physical condition with concern, and some hurriedly dragged him to change clothes and wash up before talking about what happened today.

"This is the Candlestick Qie Guangzhong I met on the battlefield. He has just been awakened. You should take care of him more in your life." The god judge ordered.

"Hey, Mitsutada is finally here too," Tsurumaru came over to say hello with a smile, "Come on then, I'll take you to find a room to live in first, and then go see everyone together."

"Mr. Crane," Candlestick Qie Guangzhong was a little surprised, but still happily agreed: "Then I will trouble you."

After getting dressed and washed, the inquisitor looked radiant, with a rare lazy and relaxed atmosphere, and his damp hair was scattered behind his back, making him look much softer than usual.

"My lord is in a good mood today, did something good happen?" Maeda asked.

"Do I seem to be in a good mood?" The examiner laughed, the corners of his eyes were slightly more gentle than usual, "Nothing good happened, but I was reprimanded for being too aggressive."

"Hey? Why?" Qingguang, who had handed over the job of the valet but still kept his ears up, asked reflexively.

"Because I don't have an overall view, I penetrated too deep into the enemy's front and disrupted their overall planning," the judge recounted indifferently: "I heard that you were affected by my state? I will pay attention to it in the future. Today's opportunity It’s rare, so let it go a little bit.”

"Hmm...then what did you do on the battlefield today?" Hicheki asked, holding his chin.

"Emergency treatment was originally assigned, but I felt that the battle line was tight, so I went to the front to help clear up some retrograde troops." The judge answered Higakiri's question calmly, as if he didn't feel this kind of disorganization and discipline at all. There is something wrong with the behavior.

Mustache smiled in satisfaction, showing his pointed canine teeth: "It doesn't matter, this is also very good."

"I sent the clothes to Shikigami for you to wash." Tsurumaru always refused to sit properly, and this time he was sitting on the armrest with his feet up. "Where did so much blood come from? Time Traveling Army The traces can't last so long, don't say you just came back from the battlefield."

"It's because the battlefields are different," the judge replied with a smile. "Because it's not a pre-existing history, the traces of both sides will remain—they will always meet in the future."

The Genji brothers on the side exchanged a vague look.

"General, what is the mission requirement this time?"

"It's a positional battle with the retrograde army. According to the current situation, this side has the upper hand, but the retrograde army has sufficient reserves. It will probably last for several days. During the period, they will take turns to rest on the battlefield, and return to Honmaru after the end."

The god judge briefly explained the information obtained today.

"Our Honmaru is temporarily scheduled to go out at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and those who want to go prepare in advance." The judge glanced at Fu Sangshen in the Honwan: "Even if the wound heals quickly, the pain of the injury will not be too painful." It will not be alleviated, this is a war of attrition, and injuries are inevitable with the loss of physical strength, please do what you can."

Yao Yan glanced at his brother worriedly, and what reassured him was that the two children who had never been to the battlefield did not look disappointed, but began to discuss in a low voice what to prepare for everyone.

"Hmm..." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong stood quietly behind the crowd, recalling the situation when he met the God-inspector.

When I opened my eyes for the first time, I saw an empty and tall hall, and there were two people standing in front of me. They seemed to have stopped here temporarily to wake me up, and the intimate spiritual power came from the blood-soaked man.

"Mr. Jingmo, please don't rush into the enemy's formation without authorization, it's too dangerous!" Even with this little time gap, the not tall woman continued to preach: "The act of running to the battlefield without Fu Sangshen It is also too reckless. When you go to the command office, you must have a correct attitude. Young people always feel that they will never fail, but we have encountered too many regrettable cases."

While gentle, the man looked up at him. His pupils seemed to contain thousands of flowers and spring water. His eyelashes fell like birds flying over the water to break the reflection in the lake. When he opened them again, all the wonderful illusions had disappeared.

Candlestick cut Guangzhong was slightly stunned, then looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was only ordinary black pupils that started his polite but friendly introduction.

"Then Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, follow your master and go with me." The woman stopped her words, and then ordered Fusangshen.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's attention was uncontrollably focused on the stained clothes of the judge, and the man who noticed his eyes quickly took off his cloak, and only the front of the robe underneath was covered with layers of bloodstains , and did not hang strange debris and dirt.

"Sorry, I'm going to be scolded with me when I just showed up, but it won't be a bad memory." The god judge rolled up the cloak upside down, holding it with one arm as if he was about to throw it away.

"Let me get it." Candlestick took over the heavy cloak. To his surprise, there was no peculiar smell. The texture of what he got showed that it was quite a high-end material, so it seemed a bit wasteful to just throw it away.

They passed through several noisy conference rooms, and finally arrived at a small suite. There were three middle-aged people sitting in it, and there was a stack of documents on the desk. The woman who led the way did not follow in, but closed it outside. Door.

What followed was a 10-minute ideological education, in which the three of them gave an all-round critique of the god judge. The central idea was that he went from the medical camp in the rear to the front line without authorization, and went deep into the hinterland of the place without following the command of the field during the battle. , regardless of their own situation, insisting on going their own way and causing changes in the front line.

Candlestick Che, who was ignored, observed the new owner secretly. Although he seemed to accept the criticism seriously, he really didn't take the other party's words to heart.

Is it experienced and experienced or young and fearless?

Perhaps because he lost interest in this kind of countermeasures that seem to be futile at first glance, the leading commander reluctantly made a concluding speech: "Considering your combat performance is exceptionally good, not only did you cause no casualties, but you also accelerated the battle. The process has saved some unnecessary war consumption, and this time you will not be held accountable, and someone will give you follow-up arrangements, and your independent combat ability is still very good."

The inquisitor smiled and left the room without hesitation, shutting all disappointment and exploration behind the door.