God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Ah—so slow! The lamp oil is almost burned out."

The interrogator Qing Guangchong in California complained that if he came a little later, the psychological preparation he had made so hard would be gone.

"It's been a while," said the judge, who sat cross-legged beside him. "I heard the chirping of insects brought by Akita and Maeda on the road, and I was a little fascinated. Thank you."

The last sentence was addressed to the two short knives. They looked at each other with bright eyes and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"As soon as there is the sound of insects, I feel that summer is not far away," said Ge Xian in her inner fan suit. "Although it is the change of four seasons that I am used to, it makes people feel at peace."

Qing Guang leaned over and stretched the corner of the god-inspector's robe to prevent him from being caught by those messy tassel buttons because of changing his posture. After hearing what Song Xian said, he thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

Although I am used to taking care of the trivial matters in life for my master who can't take care of me, I still feel very at ease every time I can do this.

Like this life won't change.

The interrogator, who didn't know what Fu Sangshen was thinking beside him, expressed his thanks with a smile, but saw that Da Dao, who used to talk about him in passing, turned his head awkwardly.

——Is it the rebellious period?

The judge thought inexplicably.

"It's such a shame not to have a drink when it's so lively," Jiro Tachi approached with a smile, "I asked Candekiri and Kasen to make some snacks, come~ come~ I'll pour it for you too?"

The long table moved temporarily is placed in the center. The round plate is a platter of scallops, sea urchins and sea bream sashimi. On the side are Tang Yang chicken nuggets, radish puree and vegetable tempura. The vermilion long plate is filled with Kabayaki eel and salt Grilled sweet prawns and green twig beans in small black-glazed bowls.

This is simply the rhythm of not drinking.

The god judge readily accepted his kindness, and started tonight's Hundred Stories with a toast together.

"Let me tell you the first story." California Qingguang coughed lightly, "How can I say that I am also the initial knife of this Honmaru, do you all have any opinions?"

"California, aren't you afraid of this?" Mutsu Mori boasted vaguely while eating edamame, "Oh, this is the edamame we planted, it's great!"

...It's because I don't want to run to the next door to turn off the lights alone after listening to other stories!The first time you speak, you will be less distracted.

And now such a lively drinking atmosphere is just right, so it's good to keep it like this.

"Anyway, I'm going to start talking. This can be regarded as a story related to us."

"The story happened in the period when I showed my skills," Qingguang sighed. "During that time, there were many ronin and samurai who came from other places in Beijing, and the streets and houses were filled with the smell of human death, but And it’s not all about honor.”

"There was such a man among them. He was originally a down and out samurai in the countryside. He got a good sword in a daze, and then came to Kyoto in a muddle. They can only do some robbery and murder on the small road in the middle of the night, and they proudly call it a knife test."

"This samurai has been in the capital for a long time, and he also met some people. He often asked him out for drinks and fun. During this period, he met the daughter of a tavern owner. She was very beautiful and charming, and treated him well. The two soon met three or four times."

"Then they made an appointment to have a night party on a night when the moon could not be seen. They couldn't see their fingers outside, and there was only one dim light in the room, but the woman's charming face looked more and more pitiful under the light. You can see a pattern drawn by vermilion paint, which is very moving against the snow-white skin."

"It seems a little familiar... The samurai thought a little out of place, but this thought just flashed through his mind quickly. He was eager to hug the woman into his arms, but was pushed away."

"'My lord, something hit me on your body, it hurts so much.' said the woman, and showed him the red mark on her arm."

"-Did I use that much force just now? Seeing that the red seal was exactly the pattern of the nail on the hilt of his saber, he was busy untying the saber in his arms while thinking suspiciously."

"The saber was placed on the tatami, but the woman still didn't want to get close to him, she just covered her face with her sleeve and said, 'Take it away, it looks scary.' The man leaned the knife against the edge of the sliding door, But the woman still asked: "I always feel that there is a smell of blood, so put it outside the door." "

"'But this is the saber I never leave, are you so afraid of it?' The man said a little unhappy, but the woman leaned over softly, and the neckline of the kimono slipped a little, and the flirtatious pattern seemed to be From the chest all the way to the bottom, he said tactfully: "If it was a one-night relationship, I would naturally not make such a request, but what I want is a lifetime. You are like a missing part of me. With you, I can be happy." It's all me.'"

"As soon as the man's brain got hot, he took the knife out of the door. The knife was very heavy in his hand, and it seemed to be ten times heavier than usual, but he didn't notice it. He just hurriedly closed the sliding door and returned to the woman:' Are you satisfied with that?'"

"'Please let me give you a hug.' The woman smiled and snuggled up to him, pressed the man down on the tatami, stretched out her white arms and hugged him tightly, 'Can you untie my belt?'"

"The man untied her belt, and with the sound of the cloth falling, the scarlet streak finally appeared in front of him—it ran through the whole body from below the collarbone, it was not as gorgeous as it was at the beginning, but like a scar The woman's smile became blurred under the dim light, and her voice became weird."

"'It's finally time for the knife to leave. Does this scar look familiar to you?' the woman said with a smile, 'it was you who disregarded my begging and cut open my stomach with a sharp knife just for some jewelry. , and now it’s finally time for me to repay—’”

"The man turned pale with fright and struggled, but he couldn't free his soft arms. He could only watch the scar get wider and wider. The woman's body was stretched from side to side, and her white ribs were biting down on him like sharp teeth. .”

"Before he lost consciousness, he heard a sad clang from the knife outside the corridor."

"The next day, the woman's parents found her unconscious daughter in the house and the knife outside the corridor. The samurai had disappeared, only a little blood spattered on the sliding door on the side where the knife was placed. People said it was a man. I met my enemy and ran away, but I don’t know why I left the knife behind, probably to give to this woman. But the woman who woke up forgot all about this time, but she always felt full and couldn’t eat. After dinner, I also felt very disgusted when I saw the knife, so I quickly sold it."

Lutsu Shouxin sighed with embarrassment: "Let's just say that the sword should not be too far away from the side. It is really unreasonable for this Baimonugatari to ask you not to carry a sword."

"If I had the sword by my side, I might have escaped with my life," Hidekiri commented while biting the tempura, "Although he is a worthless human being, his life is not pleasant."

"It's really unfortunate to meet such a master." Hasebe's expression was very bad, "He was loyal to his duty and ended up being sold. This kind of guy...!"

"It's your own fault. If you take someone else's life, you must have the awareness to surrender your own life at any time." Tsurumaru smiled while holding the wine glass, "but it's a little different from the story in my impression."

"The first story is over, I'm going to blow the wick." Qingguang stood up in embarrassment. He emphasized that the vibrating knife was right, the knife is what protects human beings, and it is right to keep us by our side!

"Ah, then, I'll be the next one." Maeda said hurriedly, "What I want to tell is a story that happened in a small town."

"The daughter of a certain daimyo married a young city lord. This is a remote but wealthy town with beautiful scenery and exquisite decorations. At that time, no candles could be lit in the city."

"Although the newlywed wife was surprised and ordered the servants to do so, she still couldn't restrain her curiosity and sent someone out to quietly inquire about the origin of this scruple. The maid spent a lot of effort and finally found out the reason."

"Many of the former castellan's wives were stunning beauties. She hated lit candles very much, and believed that their curse was far more important than lighting, so she was not allowed to have the light of candles where she could see."

"One day, an accident happened. It was a moonless night, and it was pitch black outside. Madam smelled the smell of burning wax oil. Difficult to sleep, she went to extinguish the candle alone."

"No one knew what happened after she left the room. Only the charred body of the lady was found the next day. Not far from her was an overturned candle holder, and the wax oil was solidified on the intact floor."

"Since then, it has been forbidden to light candles on moonless nights in the city, and candles in dark nights are regarded as ominous, but occasionally you can still see candles flickering on such nights."

"The madam who knew the truth began to feel fear at night. She restrained her maids and asked them to stay by her side all the time. When it got dark, she would never leave the room again. She lived a peaceful life like this."

"The above is the story I told." Maeda put his hands together in front of his chest and concluded.

"Is that the candle monster?" Akita, who had been listening attentively, raised his hand and asked, "Why did you kill that lady?"

Maeda pursed his lips and smiled without answering, but distributed the beans he had peeled to the other party.

But Dagger looked at him persistently, as if he must know the answer, and the Taidao next to him all smiled, as if to see how he explained the facts behind the story.

Yao Yan sighed and turned his younger brother's face away, satisfying his thirst for knowledge.

"The dead lady should not have been killed by a monster. She should have encountered something she shouldn't have encountered while looking for a candle. After she was killed, she used the name of a monster to hide the truth."

"Is that so?" Akita asked suspiciously.

"It's pitch black outside, which noblewoman would go looking for candles alone? There are so many maids around her," Candlestick said gently, "If it's really a monster, then I must invite some mages to look at it , but only one specious taboo was handed down in the follow-up.”

"I was that lady's protective sword for a short time." Maeda replied calmly, "Mr. Candekiri is right, there are no monsters in this story."

But humans are sometimes similar to monsters and do the same things.

The wife who was killed by her husband because she knew the secret was burned to cover up the knife wound. The burned body was placed next to the overturned candlestick, and then it was buried hastily with a lie about a monster. All the maids are dead, and they will not be named in the story.

"Don't be so serious about the things that have passed, come on, drink!" Jiro Tachi boldly leaned over the table and put the cup in front of Maeda, and the transparent liquid splashed out with the movement, "Isn't this a story conference? The next one should be Who is it?"

"Maeda is not allowed to drink yet," the judge took the glass of wine and drank it up, "As a human being, whether the knife wielder will lose his life does not depend on you at that time, why should you keep thinking about it. "

"I didn't feel it at the time," the usually shy child replied in a low voice, "but after it appeared, I always remembered it, and felt very... regrettable."

It is a pity that it was taken away as a protective knife and became the murder weapon to kill the master.

I want to protect everyone and not leave any regrets.

"...Go and extinguish the wick." Yao Yan patted his younger brother on the shoulder, he also had no right to speak on this kind of topic, that kind of subtle bitterness and powerlessness were frequent visitors in his life.

"Okay." The little dagger on the mushroom head bowed slightly and left the table, and the sound of light footsteps disappeared in the darkness behind the sliding door.

The atmosphere remained silent for about three or four seconds, and the swordsmen began to eat and drink nonchalantly again, urging the continuation of the hundred stories.

"However, if you want to tell a weird story, this is in line with the theme of the Lily Monogatari."

Let those real memories sink to the bottom of the long river of history.

The author has something to say: the ghost story in the early summer evening, but the coolness was destroyed by the food (hey

Inspired by Shinken Ranbu Festival 2017~

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The mood is super complicated. I wanted to say that I couldn't type because I was crying, but the fact is that I don't have it. What should I do...

Closer to home, today I suddenly remembered that I had seen the fanart of Touken Ranbu and Monster Neko Yakuro before!

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