[Comprehensive] Sims can see hell, help!

"Are you ok?"

It was Sanada Yukimura who asked Aphra this way.

Aphra, who was silently recovering her HP, took a deep breath, shook her head violently, and moaned/groaned Aizen · Reaper Boss · Yousuke "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" -- such a shameless scene." , Erase it from your own head.I can't wait to give myself a bang on the head and erase the memory of just a few minutes ago.

"...I, I'm fine," the little girl said dying, and with the high and low, excited and crazy laughter in the background sound, the whole person looked gloomy.With a voice that she could no longer look at the world directly, she said to herself, "I'm fine. It's just..."

Aphra subconsciously looked around, trying to find a place to distract herself.

Date Masamune had joined Katakura Kojuro and commanded his soldiers to clear the area around the Honnoji Temple.The army set up by Oda Nobunaga to lure the trap has retreated, just after he lured Mitsuhide Akechi into the temple and fired rockets from a distance.In contrast, the Date family's army did not take advantage of anything, but instead delayed their journey for a while in order to remove obstacles on the way forward.

——In a corner of the bushes, there is something iron reflecting the light of the fire slightly.

Aphra hesitated for a moment, then drove the horse and walked over.

A boy with an immature face was lying on his side among the bushes, his brows were tightly furrowed, his face was reddened by smoke and flames.What caught Aphra's attention was the quiver on his back, which was tilted upside down, and the iron arrows protruded out in a mess.

Looks like a victim of the Honnoji War just now.Aphra was only silent for a moment before placing her palm on the boy's forehead.

She kept a proper distance, and with her cool palms, she tried to wake up a short-breathing child who was pretending to be asleep.

"General," Yaoken followed up, - he and Akita have been following five steps away from Aphra, making sure that in case of any unexpected danger, the mobility of the polarized dagger is enough to draw the knife and cut Cut off any arrows that dare to throw their masters.The rest of the swords were consciously vigilant about their surroundings, or curiously studied this interesting era with many discrepancies, both in history and in the memories of the swordsmen.

Yao Yan approached vigilantly, turned over and got off the horse, and looked at the boy's face.

"Be careful, general." He put his hand on the dagger at his waist, but he didn't make any further moves. "This is... Mori Ranmaru."

An interesting thing is: although the swords and swords have historical appearances in their memories and owners, once they really meet the heroes of "Sengoku Basara", they can recognize them without any obstacles. Out came the masters who had changed themselves.

Why?A "gift" from the restorationists?The swords don't plan to consider this for the time being.

At present, Yaken only considers whether Aphra, who appeared at the same time as Date Masamune, will be rashly attacked by Mori Ranmaru, which is just such a thing.

"Really?" Aphra was slightly taken aback, but she didn't back away as Yao Research Institute thought. "So... here, he should have nothing to do, right?"

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Yo! It's Ranmaru!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga also came over, and knelt down next to Aphra affectionately, reaching out and poking the boy's face full of curiosity, "It's amazing! It was unexpected, unexpected, such a young age."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada also bent down, "Oh, Ranmaru!" He said a little happily, "It's still so cute - I miss my brothers a little bit."

He changed his posture and stared at a bit of scabbard protruding from the boy's arms.

"...Okay," Afra didn't know whether to laugh or cry, moved her hand slightly, and held down the boy's unconscious struggle: "If you woke up a long time ago, you don't have to pretend to be asleep, right?"

The one named Mori Ranmaru, who was very famous in history, and the surname of Oda Nobunaga, raised his head angrily.

"Who are you!" Mori Ranmaru said vigilantly, looking a bit like a hedgehog with its teeth and claws raised, "How did you know me——no, I don't care about that," the boy stared at Afra After a while, I tried to maintain a tough tone, but it didn't sound so tense anymore: "——What are you guys going to do?"

Aphra took her hand back, thought about it, and tilted her head and smiled.

"I don't want anything," she said softly, a little worried about irritating the boy who had obviously just experienced a battle, "that is, your short knife..." Aphra looked back at the boy who was familiar with this era and Oda Nobunaga The swords and swords got a confirmed nod, and then said, "Your short knife, the immovable light, can I touch it?"

Aphra, who has tried her best to memorize the sword story and often chats with Fusangshen about past stories, has kept the history of each sword in her heart as much as possible.

Fudo Yukimitsu, who once belonged to Oda Nobunaga and was given to the surname Mori Ranmaru, is one of the swords that should exist here at this moment.

Mori Ranmaru stared at her calmly for a while, "Really?" the boy asked suspiciously, "Are you guys with Date Masamune? What if you tricked me into handing over the dagger? If you take If you take the knife and run away, what will you do if you don’t return it? It was given to me by Lord Nobunaga! I won’t give it to others easily!”

"—You brat, you talk a lot, don't you?"

A low, displeased voice came from the side.

Date Masamune, who broke into Honno-ji Temple reluctantly just now and found out that Mitsuhide Akechi could not find him at any time or by any means, crossed his arms angrily and looked down from above.

Using the height difference to create a sense of oppression, the Aoshu brush head bent down and stretched out his hand, hooked the boy's collar and lifted him up.

"Stop talking nonsense, hand it over quickly," Cyclops threatened in a voice that could only remind people of robbers, and said viciously, "She has touched all my knives, you little devil, what are you dragging? It's Liberation Pay." What's the point of fussing about such a small matter like Sangshen!"

Probably because of living in a world where monsters run everywhere, Oshu's writing speed to accept this matter is not a little bit faster.

"Let me go!" Mori Ranmaru struggled, his body suspended in the air, kicking his legs vigorously, "You dare to threaten me! Go away!"

He caught a glimpse of Katakura Kojuro in a panic, and stretched out his hand, "Hey, uncle——"

"..." Having just saved the life of this kid from Akechi Mitsuhide, Katakura Kojuro was silent for a while about the relationship between the Oda family retainers who could draw swords against each other, out of trust in Date Masamune, and for Ah Fulla's closeness as a matter of course made him persuade, "It will be fine," he explained briefly, sounding very calm, "We can't do such a thing as taking someone's sword away. Or," Katakura Xiaojuro pondered for a moment, and actually pulled out his long knife first, "——you can touch mine first."

Aphra stared at the unfamiliar long sword——judging from its length, it should be a long sword. For a few seconds, she was choked and speechless.

No.In any case, this sentence is too subtle-in other words, since when did "awakening the sword to pay the gods" have been simplified to "let me touch your sword"? ——Wait, it seems pretty bad in every sense, doesn't it? ? ? !

Aphra, who was belatedly aware of it, wanted to cry but had no tears because she was tricked by herself.

That's not what she meant!No, she did mean that, but it wasn't what anyone else thought. !

Regardless of how broken the little girl's heart was, I don't know how this logic works. In short, Mori Ranmaru seemed to be persuaded, paused, and finally pulled out the dagger.

He put the tip of the knife inward and the scabbard outward, and handed it to Afra.

The little girl looked down bleakly, and pressed her fingers on the blade.

With just a light touch, the spiritual power bloomed like a double cherry blossom, calling Fusangshen who was immersed in the darkness back to this world.

A boy with a blue-purple high ponytail appeared on the ground out of thin air. The golden-bronze armor on his left shoulder was engraved with a knife pattern from the Oda family crest. He was wearing a short cloak lined with indigo purple. The same purple eyes were fierce. He closed it tightly and opened it again, and when he looked around again, he was filled with grief that couldn't be concealed.

"—Nobunaga!" He didn't even have a chance to take a closer look at the new owner, but just stared blankly at the Honnoji Temple, crying sadly, "Nobunaga, me, me again," he lowered his voice, Saying, "Once again, I can't protect the master well..."

Mori Ranmaru hesitated for a moment, then tapped the boy on the shoulder with his fist.

"Are you... Fuxing Xingguang?"

The boy asked unsurely, "Are you my sword? Wow!" He gradually became excited, "Can my sword really be born to pay the gods? Hahaha, it's great!" He was restless again Struggling, Date Masamune snorted disdainfully, and carried Mori Ranmaru back to the ground like a kitten.

"...Huh?" Fudo Xingguang was stunned, staring blankly at his former master. "Uh, you... Ranmaru? Are you okay?"

Mori Ranmaru was puzzled, but waved his hand boldly: "I'm fine! Nobunaga-kun is fine!" He excitedly circled around Fu Sangshen, "The Honnoji Temple is used to lie to Mitsuhide. But I couldn't hold back I went to rescue him—although it was still used as a shield," he said with a childish snort, "but Mr. Nobunaga is safe, he never came here at all!"

Fu Xingguang, who was stunned by the amount of information just after waking up: "?!"

And at this moment, the soldiers of the Date army galloped over to report——

"Masamune!" the soldier shouted, "The news is confirmed! The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven is in the castle tower!"

At the same second, Aphra suddenly raised her head.

This is a very strange feeling, as if someone is plucking forcefully on the strings, as if the originally smooth spring water is suddenly blocked, and a hard stone is stuck in the middle.

This is what Aphra can feel since that night after she voluntarily abandoned her human identity and felt spiritual power to awaken the Toshiro family.

It is a kind of mysterious link, connecting Aphra and Touken Fusangshin like a silk thread.This doesn't cause any trouble in day-to-day life, but once Aphra wants to, she can do more.She could feel the state of the swords, their positions,—even, the emotions of the Fusangshin.

But now, waves of rage swept through him, the anger of being played, the unspeakable surprise, and—the desire to fight and kill, eager to try.

Aphra focused her eyes on the direction the soldier was pointing at.

——That is the castle tower, the Azuchi Castle that Afra left, and the place where her friends are currently staying.

And at the top of Antu City, black and ominous clouds gathered, and pale lightning struck down, bringing unreasonable depression.

"Hahahaha, that's right!" Date Masamune laughed loudly, jumped on the horseback, and waved forward with pride, "—it is this kind of devil king who is worthy to be my opponent in the world!"

And just before Aozhou's pen shouted "Areyouready!!" and rushed over, Aphra silently stopped him.

"Wait," Aphra said, "Are you sure, the Demon King...uh, has many tentacles, or, arthropods?"

——Hovering in that dark cloud, it seems that it is not only the BGM of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven? !