God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

early morning.

The mist is like a translucent white gauze wrapping around the light red maple leaves, and occasionally one or two chirping chirps of tits can be heard from the treetops, making Honmaru quiet and stable.

The dragonfly walked along the corridor to the dojo with a gun, intending to have a workout before breakfast, but before reaching the destination, he heard a noise coming from inside.

"—Master, take this last swing!"

The one who spoke was Taro Taidao who was slashing down obliquely with the sword in both hands. He had a strange satisfied smile on his face. Apart from the hearty competition, it was not unrelated to the fact that he was wielding his own saber in his hand.

In the hand of the god judge is a long straight-edged sword, the length of the blade is comparable to that of Taro Taidao, and there is a loud clang when the two blades are handed over.

The two held each other for a while and pulled back their strength at the same time, a drop of sweat dripped along Taro Tachi's chin on the wooden floor, and the judge opened the neckline slightly to dissipate the heat.

"In the end, it really turned into a contest of strength," Taro Tachi put the sword back into its sheath, "Thank you very much for letting me join hands early in the morning."

"It's just that my hands are itchy," said the god judge's straight-edged knife, which had no sheath, so he could only hold it in his hand, "and this competition was very enjoyable."

"If you let Hasebe know that I took advantage of the opportunity to ask you to fight, you will definitely blame me," Taro Tachi said with a calm smile, "I'll help you get the knife, where do you want to put it?"

"It's okay, just put it in the dojo." The judge greeted the door, "Morning exercise? We're done."

"Yes," dragonfly replied hastily, "it's a bit late, but I still see something worth learning, and I will definitely not slack off in the future."

"You don't have to do that. There are plenty of people who never do morning training." The judge smiled, "Come in."

"Mr. Tonbokiri," Taro Tachi nodded to Tonbokiri, "After you get used to it, please join hands with me."

"Is there any relationship between you?"

"On the battlefield of the Battle of Anegawa, there was a battle with Taro Tachi." Dragonfly Kiri showed a look of nostalgia, that was the battle that made his master's reputation.

Taro Tachi half-closed his eyes, the only human who could use him - if it was really him - died in that battle, after which he was enshrined as a god body and left the world.

However, there are still different opinions on whether that person is waving himself. Now that he sees Tonbokiri, he still has no impression. Will he get a definite answer if he fights again?

"It's unimaginable to have the possibility of fighting again like this," Dragonfly scratched his face, and smiled honestly, but his eyes kept wandering towards the door, "But master...over there..."

The judge also sighed, and tried his best to make his eyes come into contact with "over there" naturally: "I'll leave first, I'm really not very good at handling this kind of situation, I'll make you laugh."

"If you want, I can do the sacrificing ceremony for you at any time," Taro Tachi seemed very calm about this, without any emotional fluctuations, "Although Ishikirimaru is also an imperial sword, it is different from me in terms of what it is good at. Please call me anytime you need it.”

"I don't think the purification ceremony will be of much use... It should be because I don't know him well enough." The god judge put the straight knife on the knife holder. "If you get familiar with it, you can find the correct way to deal with it."

"It's good to try to resolve it peacefully," Taro Tachi slightly raised the corners of his eyes with red lines, adding a cold smile to his face, "but you don't have to worry too much, I have a secret method that will surely make the purification ceremony successful."

... Murderous?

Tonbokiri clenched the barrel of the gun, and couldn't help but look back at "that" at the center of the topic.

Kikko Sadamune, who came to Honmaru on the same day as him, was squatting outside the sliding door, peeping here with half his face exposed.

Dao Dao came earlier than Dragonfly Kiri, but he was wearing plain clothes and stood outside the door all the time. It didn't seem like he was going to practice but didn't want to disturb the judge. Although the judge said "come in" after the end, he Still staying in place, and blocking himself with the sliding door.

——So why did you squat down again?

The god judge thought about it, and then tried to get close to the turtle Zhenzong, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he put his hand on his chest and saluted with a knife, and quickly left——his face flushed for some reason.

This situation has been going on for several days, but it was something that happened last night that got worse and became abnormal.

The god judge knew that there were always people wandering outside his door at night recently, but they would leave after staying for a while, because every time it was the same person who made him pay a little attention, and it was finally confirmed that it was the Turtle Sadamune who had just arrived.

When Da Dao first arrived in Honmaru, he didn't talk much, and his self-introduction was very short. His meaningful smile gave the examiner a familiar sense of being measured.

It seems that I am still observing whether I have the qualifications to become his god judge.

Jingmo made a judgment that ordinary people would have and laughed it off. In the next few days of getting along, he often felt that eyes were on him, and the source was without exception the tortoise. The distance is not close.

But last night, Taro Tachi, who was in charge of sleeping, felt someone approaching him while he was sleeping.

There are now two beds in Jingmo's room - this is an extra thing after Sankaiyue became smaller, because Mutsu Shou slept on the first floor as if he was dead, and he didn't know about that night, and he could choose freely. The current location was forcibly changed to the same room.

Odachi, who is also tall and black with long hair, slept near the door, and then woke up suddenly when he felt something touching his face in the dark.

"who!"

Odachi relied on his rich experience to hold down the opponent who couldn't escape, and the god judge who thought they were playing some strange game also turned on the light because of this unexpected movement.

Under the bright light was the flushed face of Kiko Sadamune—of course, when he realized that he was actually touching Otachi's face, Da Dao's face changed rapidly.

"I just want to confirm," Guijia said confidently, "Confirm what? Hehe..."

That laugh probably meant "no need to tell you".

"You've been wandering outside my door all this time, do you have something to say?" the interrogator asked gently, Taro Tachi let go of his hand after finding out that it was his companion, and walked aside with a confused expression.

"It's just that the people who were with you a few nights ago were Dao Dao, so it's not convenient to come in." The reason for Dao Dao naturally sharpened the eyes of Da Tai Dao, but he still continued unconsciously, "Hehe ...I want to see how you order me not to approach, this is the last."

After making this kind of declaration that was very bad to understand, Da Dao looked expectantly at the examiner, but the one who spoke first was Taro Tai Dao with slight emotional fluctuations.

"Do you think I can't protect my master like a knife?"

"This is not the area that your Odachi is good at." Guijia smiled, "If you approach him, you must start to understand from the people around him. You have no advantage at night, even if I just came here, I know it very well. "

Taro Tachi pursed his lips.

"The meaning of Sleeping Ban is not to protect me," the judge first explained, "but to urge us all to have healthy living habits."

He couldn't help smiling when he said this, and the atmosphere eased a lot for a while: "But it's not appropriate to interfere with other people's performance. If you have any requests, just ask me directly."

"No, it's not like that," Turtle said with a thoughtful face, "Gentleness is good, but your heart shouldn't be like this—it shouldn't be like this, I feel that you have a certain quality that makes you tremble..."

"Nonsense." Taro Taidao interrupted him, and with overwhelming strength, he lifted the collar of the sword and tried to throw him out, but was stopped by the judge.

"You rest first, I'll take him back to his room." Jing Mo said with a headache, "I'll be back soon."

Taro Tachi looked at him with disapproving eyes. From Mishendao's point of view, entering the master's room in the middle of the night to do this kind of weird behavior is not much different from evil spirit possession. Anyway, he should not be alone with him now.

"Although I didn't get the desired result, I would accept it if it was an order," Da Dao helped the mirror frame, "After all, the most important thing to serve the master is to obey."

He snorted twice, tightened his skirt, turned around and went out.

Jing Mo gave Taro Tachi a comforting smile, put on his coat and walked out.

Taro Tachi bowed slightly and sent the god judge away, sitting alone on the bed thinking whether he should take out the imperial coin—it seemed that he would be able to use it soon.

The god judge walked in front, and the tortoise shell Zhenzong followed behind, as if his eyes were moving back and forth on his body—from the neck to the calf, he could feel the feeling of being scrutinized.

Jing Mo quickened his pace a little bit, the other party didn't intend to talk, but just kept drawing his outline with his eyes, this feeling reminded him a little bit of a dumbfounding scene.

Even with his personality, he would occasionally encounter strange suitors, usually hiding in various inconspicuous places and observing him with aggressive eyes, and then revealing his own existence immediately.

It's just that after getting acquainted with them, they all gave up without exception, and very quickly transformed into reliable subordinates and colleagues, and most of them died in battle in their good years.

There was also one such autumn night, the blood shed in that battle was enough to dye the fallen leaves and spring water of a mountain red, and the world seemed to be burning when the sun came out.

The god judge was caught in the flames of memory for a while, trying to reach out to pick up a branch of red maple poking in from the corridor, but when his footsteps stopped, he bumped into a person behind him with a bang.

So the memories vanished, he turned around and held onto Da Dao who didn't know when he got closer and couldn't stop and hit him, the other's glasses were a little crooked, there was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, covering the lower half of his face Squat down slowly.

It seems that the hit was not light.

Jing Mo thought, and then found that the fingertips he pressed on the opponent's shoulder seemed to touch some strange feeling under the collar of the kimono.

Rough rope...are you wearing any ornaments?

The judge asked while thinking: "Sorry, can you stand up?"

Dao waved his other hand, didn't answer, just curled himself into a ball.

So the god judge used spiritual power to heal him briefly back and forth, but it didn't change the improvement of the knife attack. On the contrary, the more spiritual power the opponent shrunk down, the tighter he was, and there was no sign of getting up at all.

"Master, please go back first, it's not bad to leave me here for a while," Da Dao said in a muffled voice, "Hehe, I have to calm down for a while, you go and rest first."

"It doesn't matter if you wait for a while." The judge replied, "It's not a few minutes to rest."

"Hehe... that's what made me..." Da Dao smiled lowly, and then asked in a normal tone, "Can you tell me what you were thinking just now?"

"A battle," Jing Mo said, looking at Hongfeng outside, "That was the most beautiful autumn I have ever seen."

The blood-colored pure land painted by people who are desperate to practice the truth and belief.

"Sure enough..." Da Dao moved with difficulty, sat on the ground with his knees hugged, and still did not raise his head, "It's not bad if you stay here, but I probably can't bear it anymore, and I haven't reached the step I expected Woolen cloth."

"...Then let Shikigami help you." The judge who didn't understand what happened had an intuition that the other party really didn't want him to stay here anymore, so he could only compromise and make arrangements. He waited at the corner After a while, except for the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, there was no other movement, so I went back to the room with confidence.

He didn't go upstairs in a hurry, but tossed and turned for a while in the warehouse on the first floor. The movement was so loud that Taro Tachi had to lift the knife down to investigate.

The examiner is pulling out a black lacquered wooden box from the depths, which is nearly three meters long and one and a half feet wide by visual inspection. The box is inlaid with golden rhombus patterns.

The box contained a long straight-edged knife. The moment the lid was opened, cold air overflowed, and a pool of clear light swayed on the blade like water.

"...a beautiful knife."

After standing in a daze for a while, Taro Tachi said.

"This used to be my weapon," the judge put on the hilt and blade, and tried it in his hand. "Suddenly I remembered that I should let it see here, although I don't need it now."

"You have a fighting spirit on your body, has something happened?" Yu Shendao asked gently, "If you don't feel impolite, I can be your opponent."

"Remember... the past related to it," the judge smiled. "Let's do it tonight. Let's go to the dojo tomorrow morning to try it out. If we go to the dojo now, we will be in trouble again."

He took out the knife and put it in the study, covered it with a white cloth to block the cold light, and also used this action to ease his emotions into a normal state.

"As a god judge, you are becoming more and more subdued by us," Taro Tachi sighed after seeing everything, "Although I have come to this world, sometimes there will be a feeling that you are gradually entering this side The feeling of the domain, perhaps in this pill, the boundary is not obvious."

"In fact, as long as you are sure of your own existence, you don't have to make such a clear distinction about the outside world." Jing Mo smiled, "Let's rest and go to the dojo early tomorrow."

Seeing the back of Guijia Zhenzong going away quickly, the god judge who still didn't know why thought about it for a while, thinking that there should be no major problem, so he gave up chasing and fighting the sword, and after greeting the fusangshen who went to the dojo one after another, he raised the question. Clothes go to the hot springs to bathe.

And the straight-edged knife he left in the dojo was watched inhumanely.

"Who is this?" Qing Guang looked at the knife from the beginning to the end and from the end to the head, "Where is the guy who has never seen it before?"

"Why, did you get a little more surprise or fright after one night?" Tsurumaru carried the saber on his shoulder like a pole, "Hey, who is this naked person?"

"Isn't this wearing some?" Qing Jiang pointed to the handle of the knife, "It's not that bad, and it's a straight-edged knife."

"This is the master's former weapon." Taro Taidao said while wiping his sweat with a towel after training, "It was just taken out of the storage room yesterday."

"Huh? Didn't you come here without any weapons?" Qing Guang frowned like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Even if you forgot, why did you suddenly take it out?"

"Tell me what happened last night," Tsurumaru asked with great interest, "Why did all the interesting things happen at night?"

Then Taro Tachi started from the tortoise shell touching the dark night to attack the god judge but looking in the wrong direction. As expected, the audience's eyes gradually filled with murderous intent.

"Too slack!" Hasebe said loudly, "I think Honmaru's style of work needs to be rectified, and we gradually relax for newcomers. We can't let our guard down just because they were forged by the master!"

He punched hard: "The safety of the master is guarded by us!"

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"Then what about this knife?"

"We'll help put the ones out of the warehouse back in."

Everyone looked at each other, and tacitly decided on the whereabouts of the knife.

"Anyway, it's just a whim. If you don't see it, you will forget it."

"It's all about us...it's completely unnecessary."

"Yes, yes, yes, if there is no practical value, go back to the warehouse obediently."

The touch of Crescent Moon as a child is eye-catching—so he is already so familiar?

It is said that the owner of Dragonfly Kirito, Tadakatsu Honda, defeated the owner of Taro Tachi, Naolong Managara, in the Battle of Anegawa, but someone else beheaded him.

Dragonfly Kiri must have seen Naolong Magara, but it’s hard to tell if it’s our Taro, so Taro has no impression of him (there is no memory in the game)

In the end, the straight-edged knife of the god judge was made up by me!But there is a reference prototype, which is the gold-copper black lacquer Tang Zhidao that exists in Kashima Shrine!

If you are interested, you can search and see~

Thanks to the little angel Qiqi for the 10 bottles of nutrient solution~ I love you =3=