[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

There are more and more people serving around me, but also fewer and fewer.

Yamato Mamoru found that he suddenly didn't know this Okita Souji anymore.He dismissed several civilians who served, and did not let them go.For those who are not sober, it will be useless even if they go back, and they may lose control.

The current Okita Souji seems to have split into two people.

After hesitating again and again, he still knocked on the door of Director Okita: "Mr. Okita, are you resting?"

"It's An Ding, why are you being so polite, come in quickly."

His heart is at ease.

Okita Souji didn't seem to remember what he had done at all, even the knife he was using now had been wiped by Yamato Morita, and it was so clean that it didn't smell a trace of blood.However, the sharpness of the swordsman made Mr. Okita feel that something was wrong. He looked at the sword carefully and found nothing wrong.

Suddenly another knife was handed over to him, and he took it.

"Okita-kun, if you want to use a sword," Yamato Mamoruan said with a light smile, "just use mine."

"But this is your knife."

"But I'm yours." He paused, and added: "I'm your most loyal vassal. Since the man is yours, the knife is also yours."

Okita Souji held the knife in both hands, the sun reflected cold light on it, and pierced straight into his eyes, but he didn't even blink.

This is the knife that accompanied him.The young man smiled: "I think, I'd better use this one for the time being. Since the knife can live, this knife may have its own thoughts. You are already by my side, so I can't make it sad anymore. An Ding, you will fight side by side with me, won't you?"

"meeting."

If so, Okita-kun.

He put his hands on both sides of his clothes vacantly, and moved imperceptibly: "If there is nothing else, I will go down first, Mr. Chong Tian, ​​just call me if there is anything else."

"An Ding, I haven't heard it for a long time, you called me master."

Yamato Shou'an froze: "No... I'm just worried that such a title will remind people of..."

He quickly adjusted: "Sorry, master."

"An Ding, listen to me." Director Okita smiled so irresistibly: "I don't mean to blame you, I just want to ask, do you... already have a new master?"

Swords and people are both tangible things, and tangible things will disappear one day, but no matter what, the lifespan of swords is much longer than that of people, and which famous knife has not changed hands after several hands.Since the history of Okita Souji can be changed by historical revisionists, it proves that Okita Souji has some weight in history.

And what about his knife?

He has seen the sword of Yamato Shou'an more than once, but this is the only one, and he chooses to keep it by his side.

Will this knife be the Blade of None?

Okita Souji just looked at him quietly like this, didn't ask any more questions, and didn't speak any more, but Yamato Mamoru felt that he already knew everything.

But——Yamato Morita didn't dare to think about the result, and he couldn't show any emotions at this time.Can't let him know.

Almost in a panic, Yamato Shou'an retreated back out of the door, his thinner face was exposed through the half-covered paper door: "I won't disturb your rest here. Okita-kun, you are in good health, It’s better to take care of yourself.”

He has made the powerless commoners retreat, and during the day, Okita Souji is quiet, peaceful, a son, and the master he followed and believed in before.But at night...

Yamato Shou'an was a little uneasy, and finally took out a lock and buckled it outside the door.

***

From the beginning when the villagers who lost their souls and consciousness raised their knives at them, this is already the third batch of people they have seen that are not right.

In this case, the higher level, and also known as the ghost-slaying knife, mustache is more useful.And for some reason, since the knife came out of the water that day, it has always seemed very honest. No matter what he was asked to do, he would do it according to the truth, but he refused to say a word.

Whenever I look at Kikyo, I will immediately look away, not because I am shy, but because I am afraid that someone will see something on my mind.

After purifying the fourth batch of villagers, Kikyo found a chance to have an interview with Higiri: "You seem to have been avoiding me recently, can you tell me why?"

"I..." Some words are thick-skinned and can be blurted out, but some words need to be exhausted to say clearly: "It's nothing."

He staggered the topic: "You said, Yamato Shou'an will have regretted it."

Kikyo replied: "The more he hesitates and regrets, the stronger the bond between him and me will be."

"He's already regretting it." She looked at the villagers who had regained their sobriety, some were grateful to them, some cursed and walked away: "The guardian spirit power I gave to Yamato's stability is running out, and he treats these villagers I can’t really kill them, so I have a chance to rescue them.”

Taro Tachi was enshrined in a shrine in the past, but he has never seen someone who would be scolded for saving someone.He himself didn't care, but because the master inevitably felt a little angry: "The world is so annoying, why did everyone become like this."

"They have always been like this," Kikyo said in a few words: "Wish is greater than life, and there are some things that don't need to be known to them."

Hikiri asked, "Then what can we do now?"

"Wait."

Kikyo explained: "Even though the sword of Yamato Shou'an has followed Kao, he knows what the history revisionists are, and he also knows what will happen if history is changed."

I'm afraid that he still has a naive long-cherished wish, thinking that as long as Okita Souji doesn't die, it doesn't have to cause too much bad influence, but if Okita Souji just lives on, then the genius swordsman who has lost the meaning of existence will not be too bad. Then there is Okita Souji.As long as he lives, he is bound to do practical things, and these things are not willing to stop, bit by bit, one by one, and eventually add up and change history.

"So we don't have to wait for Yamato to keep the peace, but to wait for Okita Souji?"

"No," Kikyo looked at him meaningfully: "It's the jade of the four souls. Besides creating illusions, it can do other things."

Mustache laughed inappropriately: "Really? It seems that I have to be vigilant too. I'll go nearby to see if there are any villagers who have been tricked."

Kikyo frowned, his body had grasped Hikari's hand before he realized it: "There's no need to go, they're already here, it seems that they've reached the end of their blows, and they're going to make their last desperate struggle."

In fact, in the past Kikyo was used to doing things well by himself, whether it was killing enemies or other things, but later he brought his sister together, and it was a pity that he couldn't wait for Afeng to become a solo shrine maiden.Now she is carrying two more knives, which are not much lighter than the bow on her back. She has to learn to fight with them, but she also needs to ask them to come back intact.

Taro Tachi was very moved when he saw his master standing in front of him, but he still wanted to say, "Please let me come, master."

Hikiri agreed: "Speaking of which, Mr. Taro is so tall, even if you stand in front of him, you can't do much."

Long-range attacks are nothing more than melee attacks, and bows and arrows become obstacles instead.

Kikyo said, "Put your knives away, all of you."

"Eh?"

"All the people who came here are villagers, don't you want to kill him?" She sneered a little: "After all, he is used to hiding behind people, timidly. Now he still has to use other people's hands."

A large group of numb-faced villagers and plain-clothed warriors held all kinds of weapons in their hands and surrounded them with mechanical steps. Their faces were pale and their eyelids were rolled up, revealing large whites of their eyes, as if they had been away from the shore for a long time. Fish that died of dehydration.

"Yamato keeps the peace!"

She suddenly shouted: "Come out!"

"Girls need to be gentle and gentle to be treated gently. It's not a good thing to be so rude," the young man behind the tree floated over, holding a bunch of flowers in his hand: "I heard that it's Platycodon grandiflorum. girl, right?"

It's been a long time since I saw Okita Souji last time, but I saw him again when they didn't know each other.Kikyo caught the man in haori at a glance despite the layers of surroundings. He smiled cleanly and heartily, without a trace of haze of illness on his face.

"Miss Kikyo is An Ding's current owner. Thank you very much for taking such good care of An Ding."

"You are Welcome."

The woman in coarse clothes is still outstanding: "He deserves to be treated like that."

"You're right, it's a good knife, but his loyalty bothers him so much."

"His loyalty is to you and to me, but it's just the restriction and bondage of the contract."

Mr. Okita still smiled, and didn't think the words were sour or bitter: "I don't want him to be so troubled, so I thought of a way to solve all this. You don't have to work so hard, and he doesn't have to." No more pain."

Kikyo nodded: "You say."

"I--"

The young man held his breath and seemed a little embarrassed. After a while, he said frankly: "I am already twenty-six this year, because I have been devoting myself to my career and have no intention of getting married... I don't have a wife yet."

Unexpectedly, she was speechless for a moment.

"If Miss Kikyo is willing to marry me," he swore by raising his hand, with a gentle and solemn expression: "Shoji Okita, I will never look at another woman again."

The author has something to say:

The 26-year-old virgin, in that era of early marriage and early childbearing, is a rare flower of Gaoling

Thank you big baby for the swimming pool_(??ω??」∠)_ No, it’s a nutrient solution

I’m already an outdated yellow flower=￣ω￣=