God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Candlestick cut wakes up in the morning.

He got up naturally, made the bed, washed up, put on the eye mask, and changed his inner clothes. Except for the broken mouthwash cup, everything went well. After tidying himself up, he walked to the living room according to the memory of yesterday, On the road, I ran into Hasebe, who got up early, and was taken to the restaurant after saying hello.

"Hasebe-kun, can you tell me about Honmaru? Mr. Tsuru just talked a little bit about it yesterday, not much in detail." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada stroked the elegantly shaped vase on the table with a single sprig of bellflower inside. .

"The lord has not been in our Honmaru for a long time, but he is a very good and powerful judge. There are currently twelve swords in this pill, and you are No. 13. It is also the first sword that was brought back by the master from the battlefield. .” Hasebe cleared his throat: “Welcome.”

"thanks?"

"It was supposed to be a customary ceremony, but since we have to go out in the afternoon, let's talk about it when we come back. Is there any problem with getting up today?"

"It's okay," Candlestick Qixu clenched his fists, "It's just that I can't control my strength very well, can you give me another set of toiletries?"

"I will send it to your room with the terminal in a while. The smart terminal is very easy to use. You can buy other daily necessities directly from it." Hasebe's face softened a lot. I received a reminder that Honmaru has a shikigami who is responsible for daily chores, if there is something you are not used to in life, you have to adjust it as soon as possible, don’t let the Lord worry.”

"I didn't expect Hasebe-kun to be so careful." Candlestick Kiri said jokingly, probably because of the name, Hasebe-knife has always given people the impression of being cold, sharp and unkind.

"When I first appeared, I was also taken care of by the Lord." Hasebe smiled unconsciously, and then immediately reacted and tightened the corners of his lips. "The Lord's servants are set at two, and they change every month. At present, it is me and Smiling Qingjiang, the servants who are responsible for the deployment of troops, expeditions and internal affairs, the handling of paperwork and official affairs, and all matters related to the Lord."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada gave an admiring look in time.

"Needless to say about battles and expeditions, housekeeping is mainly about farming the fields. Other masters don't force it. There are hot springs and horse farms in the courtyard. If you want to add decorations, you can apply to the master."

"As for the training..." Hasebe's face darkened, "Don't choose Hidekiri as the training object at the beginning."

"Ah, why?"

The elusive Higakiri came over and sat opposite them with a smile on his face.

"Because you can't control yourself," Hasebe replied without shame. "It's fine if it's a battlefield. It's completely meaningless for the Lord to waste spiritual power on such things."

"Master has so much spiritual energy, so what's the point of wasting a little bit on hands, right brother Maru?"

"Brother," Keimaru replied with a yawn, "What Hasebe said is also reasonable, you can use a wooden knife when practicing..."

"Ah, if Master joins hands with me, everything will be settled." Hikakiri turned his head and ignored his younger brother's words, and said with eyes full of expectation, "How about Hasebe? I heard Tsurumaru said that yesterday's clothes were amazing. .”

"It's not good, the Lord is very busy," Hasebe refused him of course, "accompanying you will waste more precious time than spiritual power."

"Well...then the only way to do it is to kill." Higashiri sighed with some regret, and by the way ignored the younger brother who emphasized again, "My brother is complete, it is the retrograde army——".

"Don't deliberately scare the newcomers, really." California Qingguang passing by knocked on the table, ending the conversation that gradually developed into intimidation: "Breakfast is ready, eat breakfast quickly, those who want to fight in the afternoon can go to Smiley's place after dinner Sign up."

——They seem to be used to this kind of jokes, because they are familiar with the atmosphere of battle.

Candlestick Che exhaled lightly, although he didn't know the reason, but he really felt relieved that he could fight.

"Injured?" Tsurumaru felt a weight behind his back, and accompanied by a slight sound of breathing, the temperature of the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada came through his clothes.

"This level is expected," Candlestick Chee said in a panting voice, "After all, there are so many enemies."

Yes, what they are facing is not the usual six-member retrograde army squad, but an organized unit organized according to the type of arms. The swords and swords form a front line and advance forward. The policemen rush forward under the protection of infantry. Wakizashi's flanks cover, and the flexible short knife in mid-air undertakes the dual tasks of charge and support.

Facing the crushing superiority in military strength, Fu Sangshen tried their best to maintain a loose formation, protecting each other's backs in groups of two, and gritted their teeth to bear the next wave of shock.

Their bodies are the defense line of history.

"I always feel that the enemies here are a little different." California Qingguang slashed down, adjusting his stiff arms through a small gap, "It's more... like a dead thing than usual."

The retrograde army is also alive. This is an easy conclusion to draw after dealing with it for a long time. The soul hidden under the hideous appearance and stereotyped behavior actually has slight joy and anger. Unwilling to fail.

But the retrograde army here is more icy and mechanized. They turned a blind eye to the death of their companions, but kept waving their weapons and trampled over all obstacles in front of them.

"Well……!"

Xiaoye Zuowenwen was the first one who had to retreat to the rear to heal his injuries. The short knife did not have much advantage in this kind of battlefield. He had three wounds caused by gunpowder on his body, and his face was abnormally white after bleeding too much.

The inquisitor who has nothing to do in the back also ushered in the first job of the day. Perhaps it was a lesson from yesterday. Several staff members always searched for him from the crowd intentionally or unintentionally, for fear that he would slip away again in a blink of an eye. What's terrible, but fortunately, the god judge didn't seem to want to go forward and kill the Quartet himself, but just quietly watched the frontline live action with his colleagues.

After treating the wound with the dagger, Jing Mo stopped him from returning to the battlefield. Sure enough, after a while, Yao Yan and several Da Dao also returned to the main camp. At this time, the temporary treatment room in the camp was full of injured Fu. Lost, the god judges began to get busy, and the political personnel also timely conveyed the order for the new combat force to respond.

After the sky turned dark, the last two Fu Sangshen of Jingmo returned to the main formation. At this time, all the troops in the same batch had been evacuated, and a new team took over the follow-up battle.

Higakiri, who was carried back due to loss of strength, was seriously injured, but his mental state was good, and he still had the leisure to bully his brother who was in a bad mood.

"You've become stronger, um...it looks like you can live a good life on your own." Mustache lay on his brother's back, unable to lift a single finger when he was obviously tired, but he still managed to speak slowly, " Don't cry, I'm fine."

"Brother..." Katsumaru's voice was very low.

"Ok?"

What was waiting for Mustache was a whirlwind. He was thrown to the ground by his younger brother. With a muffled bang, the wound on his abdomen opened again under the impact, and a little bright red blood flowed out.

"I don't want to hear brother's words like that anymore." Kemimaru turned around and looked down at Hikakiri who was sitting on the ground with a dazed face, "You are always so self-willed...we are brothers, your feelings are my feelings, this pain in my chest Whose feeling is it, do you really know?"

Taidao knelt down on one knee and grabbed his brother's collar that had been scattered due to the battle: "Why don't you think about my mood more? Why..."

Why do you always make yourself so miserable?

Knee ball choked his throat and couldn't make a sound.

"The Genji brothers are arguing..."

The bystanders whispered, and then avoided the side as if they didn't know anything when the judge approached.

"Kenmaruden, let's go to the treatment first." Candlestick Kiri pretended that he couldn't see the other party's flushed eyes, and walked out with the tachi.

The inquisitor was not so gentle, he pulled up Mustache roughly, and strode away without worrying about work The personnel sneakily watched.

"Kemaru is angry with you, it's really rare, and it managed to scare me."

Tsurumaru, who was ordered to take care of the wounded, had a piece of dogtail grass curled up on his finger, dangling in front of Hikari like a cat.

"Want to join hands? Tsurumaru Kuninaga." Although his voice was still soft, Higiri's voice was much lower than usual. He was lying on the bed expressionlessly, still wearing a tattered uniform.

"Your state can't arouse my interest." Tsurumaru waved his hand disinterestedly, picked up a towel beside him and covered his face to block the cold gaze, "I really don't understand it very well. , you know that as long as you are happy, you will be happy unconditionally, why make it so complicated?"

"What do you know?" Taidao with a white towel on his face responded indifferently, "Sooner or later, this Honmaru will take on more responsibilities, and he has to face it by himself. There is nothing that always exists in the world, whether it is Genji or Genji Shigeho No matter us, we will disappear when we have no existence value, even me.”

"Do you think that's why he's angry?" Tsurumaru lifted the towel and looked at Higakiri curiously, "Did you hit the point of his unwillingness to part with you?"

Hikiri expressed with his eyes that he had almost said what he said.

"It's a pity. From my point of view, Kagemaru is much more mature than you, and is more suitable for life as Fusangshen. You see, you don't even know why he is angry." Tsurumaru criticized and couldn't move at the moment Mustache Kiri, "Don't refute, he wouldn't have treated you like this at all if it had been according to what you said."

I knew he would be angry when I said that, but I didn't expect him to be this angry.

His eyes wandered, and it was a rare occurrence that he began to consider whether he didn't care enough for his younger brother.

"Honestly, I feel a little sympathetic to Kagemaru. He has tried his best to let you see the world other than yourself, but you don't feel it at all." The flexible straw is woven into a ring, and the fluffy tail is raised like A crown, Tsurumaru put it on the soft hair of Hidekiri, "As expected of Genji's precious sword, it bleeds with pride."

--I do not know what you're talking about.

Hikekiri closed his eyes, silently expressing his annoyance.

"Keimaru is just worried about you, how about listening to Xin's guidance once in a while?" Having laughed enough, Tsurumaru changed a very serious face, reached out and poked the opponent's chest, "Such a small scene like a team battle You don't need to fight to the point where you lose your strength, you choose to vent here if you don't have anyone else to attack... Even if you have a timely attack, an injury is an injury."

"Hmm... Do you call this trace that lasts no more than a day an injury?" Higashiri twitched his lips meaninglessly, "The longer you persist, the more Shizheng will value this Honmaru's combat power. It must be a few days before our The God Inspector will be able to receive the mission notification."

"Oh? It seems that you also think that Jingmo is pretty good."

"...What's the use of being good, humans are always going to die."

"...Brother is too much."

The green-haired Taidao said dully, and the friends around him nodded together in sympathy, and Kai Qingguang comforted and pushed the dessert plate on the table to the knee ball.

"He never considers my feelings," Tachi complained. He rarely gets along with his colleagues in such a leisurely way. Most of the time he spends his time circling around his brother. At this time, he rarely has the desire to express his distressed feelings. "This It's not the first time, beating... It's also the same with other god judges, and it's also the same when choosing this generation of masters. I always know his decision last, and today—"

Smiling Qing Jiang raised his face to look at Jing Mo, who was still treating Xi Wan, with a look of anticipation and interest in his eyes, and the examiner calmly continued to output spiritual power, as if he hadn't heard Xi Wan's straightforward words.

"Actually, I can understand," Qingguang said empathetically, "Knowing that you will be hurt and going on, it's too irritating to ignore other people's thoughts."

"I'm not angry because of this." Kagemaru replied a little strangely: "It's nothing to be injured, and my brother doesn't care about it. A battle of this level is completely easy for my brother, and it's not worth mentioning."

California's clear smile gradually cooled.

"I should have done this a long time ago," the green-haired sword said seriously. "It doesn't matter if you don't remember my name, and it doesn't matter how long you want to stay on the battlefield. What I can't forgive is that he forced himself to do some unnecessary things. I don't feel it, even if he thinks it's better, I can't accept it."

I don't really understand the way your brothers get along, and I think he enjoys it very much, and he doesn't force it at all.

The wrong-hearted California Qingguang pulled back the dessert plate, picked a cherry pancake and bit it down angrily.

Kagemaru didn't pay attention to this small movement, but just supported his forehead a little tiredly. Brother has been doing this for a long time. If it's really lack of affection, it's fine, but obviously he will feel sad, nostalgic and sad, why can't he accept it frankly? .

No, it's not so much a refusal to accept it, it's more like an inability to recognize it. From the very beginning, my brother has been ill-adapted to the identity of the Sangshen. He still observes the world as the sword of Genji, and regards the rest as insignificant things — including emotions.

... I shouldn't be angry with him, brother is not wrong.

So the smiling Qingjiang watched Kewan's expression gradually change from grim to regretful, and finally lay powerlessly on the table and hugged his head tightly, in a state of "what have I done?"

Alas... I knew it would become like this.

Owaki Zai sighed, Higiri was like a one-way filter, he accumulated negative emotions, and then vented them through fighting, this is the instinct of the sword, there is nothing to blame, even when he was at a loss Sometimes I still want to cut it down and try it out.

But what is abnormal is that Higakiri seems to think that it doesn't matter from the bottom of his heart, even if it is against his original intention, he will do it readily, and he can easily say something that will hurt him, and he will say it when he is in a bad mood and can't bear it. To vent, if the object is not suitable, nine times out of ten it will be sealed by the current affairs as a warning, and then there will be a vicious circle.

He simply didn't take the fact that he was "alive" to heart.

Ah, it must have been crazy to think it was a good thing for them to be here, which is asking for trouble.

Owakiri, who had a little bit of regret, forced himself to put forward a new suggestion: "When the alliance battle is over, let's hold some activities to welcome Candlestick Kiri. Hikakiriden should also experience the life of ordinary Fusangshin. You put him Very well taken care of."

Katsumaru looked up blankly, and it took half a minute to realize that this was a good idea.

And the other Fu Sangshen have already expressed their high approval. Although I don't understand how much this will help resolve the brothers' disputes, isn't it great to have fun.

"Banquet?"

"The arranged Hundred Story venue can be used this time, and my story has already been conceived."

"Stop talking about ghost stories at the welcome banquet!"

The small room allocated to them by Shizheng was full of lively discussions, which caused Tsurumaru, who was sitting next door, to be eager to move.

"How about I go change the knee pill? I'll give you a chance to reconcile. It just so happens that he was also injured."

Each team of God Inspectors can be assigned to three rooms, two are used for rest during the rotation, and one is equivalent to a temporary entry room. As long as a certain amount of small punishment is paid, it can provide high-concentration spiritual power to ensure the next round of battles. Recovery of former wounded.Compared with the deductions when paying wages, the rare generosity of current affairs has won unanimous praise from the judges.

Jingmo did not leave his post without authorization today, and performed the usual duties of a god judge in a proper manner. Therefore, no wounds were left on everyone except the Genji brothers who returned at the end. receive treatment.

"Are you using me as an excuse?" Higashikiri didn't even bother to open his eyes, "The way you like voices has not changed."

"If you are too quiet, it is easy to recall bad memories," Tsurumaru stood up, his pure white sleeves fluttered and brushed Hikari's cheeks very close, and the faint air carried the aroma of burning wood. "What is there to be like a human being?" No, it is because of weakness, capriciousness, and sentimentality that we fill life with the beauty of miracles."

"Live every day full of longing, what will happen in the end, good or bad things are uncertain, flowing time, unknown fate-isn't this happiness?"

"I want to be like a human being and have happiness."

The white crane turned back with a smile, and its golden pupils seemed to be able to shine, "This is my idea, no matter what it turns out to be, I don't regret it."

"So Hishikiri, let's make a decision."