Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

This is a pair of very pure eyes.

The eyes are an empty and vast blue, the eyelashes are pure snow color, white and blue form the color of the clouds with a sense of distance, like a god overlooking the world from above.

Then, I stared helplessly at the pair of heavenly pupils, closing and opening them very skillfully——put a wink in my direction.

"..."

I was stunned for a moment, trembling involuntarily, and took half a step back before I could control it.

How on earth did this person do it - use this face to make bystanders stand up and dance with goosebumps, and even want to squeeze their fists and punch that face?

No, calm down, I'm a guest now.

I thought calmly on the surface, um, I am a guest, um, my eyes are pretty.

But in fact, my heart is not calm at all, and I frantically recall the environment I saw along the way, and I have raised several levels of difficulty in going out.

"Hey, here's a newcomer." The person leaning against the door lazily moved his position, and raised his foot meaningfully. "Today is Akita's shift? When I saw you rushing out with such enthusiasm, I thought it was the new God Judge—"

"Please don't stand in the way at the door, Mr. Wujo." The little dagger next to me didn't look sideways, and opened the door with his bare hands as usual, automatically ignoring the last sentence of the large roadblock, "Beside me is' Qianshou', I just came here today... At this time, please at least act like a human being."

"Look at what you said, don't I look like a human?" A certain 125 who was preached by Fu Sangshen, who was 190 tall, arched his arch, forcibly recessed the posture of a concubine lying down, and said confidently, "Thousand hands? Could there really be one?" Idiots just use their surnames as random code names, right? No way, really? Hahahahaha—"

"..." Keep calm.

I always felt that the sequelae of hypotension caused by my excessive blood loss were cured at this moment.

Why do some people laugh so happily even scolding themselves?

"Senju, this man who smiles like a fool is Gojo, a human being, and he is being imprisoned carelessly." Holding the small dagger with the door panel removed, he turned his head and smiled softly at me, "It's okay, let's come in first, It's normal for him to laugh enough."

I subconsciously took the door panel that Akita had removed and fixed it.

Ah, the official hammer, it really is the five ah.

It's not the Gojo of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, it's the Gojo!

No, why does this person appear here?

With a question mark on my head, I carried the door and tried to hit the door frame hard.

"When I was sealed, I bumped into their turbulent flow, and I was sucked in together." The very tall man rolled over, changed from lying reclined to squatting, resting his chin on his hands, unusually familiar :"And you?"

"...When I was traveling, I picked a random road and came here." I glanced at the door panel that I accidentally broke off a corner several times, and turned my head nonchalantly, "Mr. Wujo?"

"Travel?" He stood up in deep thought, grabbing mud from nowhere with one hand, and stuck it in the gap, "Let's go, let's leave this door alone."

I silently removed the big naginata and big round fan on my back, so as not to scratch the already crumbling door frame. The Akita dagger next to me slipped in when we stopped talking, so we were the only two humans left.

I again: "Mr. Gojo?"

"Huh?" The leader turned his head and blinked his big, shining eyes, "Oh——you know me?"

His gaze quickly shifted to the big naginata in my hand with the magic patterns covered, he turned around in a big circle, and then swept me from the beginning to the end without concealment: "I don't have you in my memory." This number."

"Of course." Faced with a man who could hold a supercomputer in his head, I decided to give up thinking because my mind was not bright. "I have only heard about you, and we have no real intersection."

While accepting the temptation of the first comer openly, I tried my best to suppress the crisis alarm that sounded.

Only when we actually meet each other will I feel that Mr. Gotiao is indeed a person who cannot be described in words.

This person's overly sharp self-awareness and unconsciousness reveal too much aggressiveness. Even if he deliberately suppresses it with a lazy tone, his overly keen perception still gives me the illusion of being on my back at this moment.

"The intuition is pretty good, little girl." As if aware of my guard, he smiled indifferently, and strode away a distance: "I'm not in a good mood recently, and I can't control it."

Shouldn't it be just a bad mood?

I subconsciously looked at his undisguised special eyes, and when I was about to explore, my eyes suddenly hurt!

"Well……!"

Oops, the kaleidoscope ran out.

Reflexively, I stretched out my hand to cover my eyes, my unrested fingers were cold, just to cool down.

Change back, change back, change back——

"Pupil art?" Mr. Wutiao's voice approached from far away, "You still dare to be so reckless when you are not yet perfect. Who taught you this? There are people who are less reliable than me."

"Strictly speaking, no one taught me." I suppressed the discomfort and tried my best to clarify, "Sorry, I just offended you."

"Wow——" I couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness, and I could only hear his voice suddenly lowered, with a sense of disbelief, "Is this attitude wrong?"

"..." You definitely let me hear it on purpose, right?

Is my stern attitude not boring enough for you?Get up, it's too close, I really can't hold back my fist——

"Qian Shou—here, here," a voice belonging to Cattail came from not far away, "Wu Tiao, don't tease her, let's get down to business first!"

"Hey, hey~" The person who was named clicked his tongue regretfully, but obediently, he didn't try again, and instead gave a casual instruction, "Close your eyes and don't think about the consequences, calm down... yes, then spread out Gather the power in one place, lead the center to flow back in a circle, okay, the last step, lock the obedient power, click."

I do so subconsciously.

click.

"Huh? It's really good." I rubbed my sore eyes and opened them. "So it is!"

I will!

"That's right, that's it!" The person squatting in front of me responded cheerfully, and waved his hand, "Okay, let's go, and all your questions will be answered later."

It was said to be a short meeting, but there were not many people present.

Apart from the two brothers Wakisashi Dagger Toshiro who have already met, there are only me named "Senju" and Gojo named "Gojo" on the human side.

There was only one warrior in black armor with a cold face left, with a scarred knife on his knee, which was his real body by visual inspection; not far from him, another taller man was sitting cross-legged , was struggling with the long white hair that was knotted behind his back, and it seemed that the effect was not good, so that the short hair on his head that looked like animal ears collapsed in frustration; then, the most seriously injured, the slander was close to the verge of serious injury, and half of the The body was soaked in blood, and the purple hair on the temples was stuck to the pale face...

Wait a minute, purple hair?

The faint guess in my heart prompted me to speed up my pace, passed Mr. Gojo who was walking slowly, and went straight to the familiar Fusangshen.

This feeling is more obvious after getting closer. Although there are countless men with the same sword in the same Yizheng Dao, I can still tell that this one——

"Dragonfly cut Your Excellency?!"

It was clearly the one who met once on the battlefield of the retrograde army!

Zifa Fu, who heard my voice, raised his head in a daze, his dilated pupils slowly returned to focus, and soon recognized me: "Is that you?"

"Yes, I haven't thanked you and your partner for your help." I frowned and looked at the large and small wounds on his body that were already inflamed and infected. "Has a long time passed? Why—"

"Not long." He took a slow breath, gained strength from this breath, and slowly sat up while leaning on the corner of the table, "Everyone is here, let's just start."

This slightly heavy orientation didn't last long, and everyone tried to be concise and concise to conserve energy.

The first is Akita Fujishiro, the dagger, who looks the smallest, but is actually the longest-standing one, the only aborigine in this maru who is still awake.

The original judge of Honmaru chose to leave due to various reasons, leaving behind a Honmaru with neither high nor low training. Originally, the next step should be to report to the government of the time and wait for the next judge to be assigned.

"Who knew that the retrograde army launched a surprise attack and lost the helm of the god judge. Our information was not updated in time, and the coordinates of Honmaru hit the back nest of the retrograde army." At this moment, Yun Duo's blue eyes only had the chill of cold weapons, "We broke out of the encirclement by relying on supplies, but the retrograde army was still chasing after us. The time-space locator was smashed in the melee, and finally we had to rely on experience to make space transitions." , just bumped into the seal that was opened on the side of Wutiao, and the two opposed to each other—"

"It just happened to be caught in this crack." The other party laughed inexplicably, "I really hope that those pursuers are all crushed."

"Natsuo Toshiro, Wakizashi, Honmaru No. B" There is almost no trauma, but the lack of spiritual power, Nawei Toshiro raised his hand: "At first I fell in with the unsummoned body, and then I was summoned by Akita with the Honmaru Summoned by the talisman."

"Xiaohumaru, Taidao, the number of this pill is C." Taidao, who gave up grooming his hair, raised his hand in a model way: "Xiaohumaru fell into the deep hole dug in the backyard when he was an introvert and appeared here."

"Then, Your Excellency Tong Tanuki?" I looked at the black-clothed Fuki who was wiping his sword silently at the side.

The eyebrows of the blade who was called by me trembled, and I could say his name without pursuing it. He said succinctly: "Toda Kan Masakura, Da Dao, A Honmaru, fell in on the battlefield."

"Dragonfly cut, gun." The calm and reliable gun man added finally, "Belongs to the first team of A Honmaru, and encountered a violation of inspection when returning from the battle. I am the one who is responsible for leaving behind."

"Looking at it this way, it's actually all sorts of accidents, and I don't know if it's a coincidence, or are they all Honmaru with higher numbers?"

"It's a test, and the retrograde army still hasn't given up looking for our existence." The silent Akita Fujishiro answered this question for me, "It seems that what we bumped into at the beginning may be their important combat power, coupled with the situation of breaking through the encirclement. The information collected at the time must have something that cannot be leaked, which will cause the retrograde army to frequently want to find this place."

"That is to say, the accident is actually not an accident. How much did it hit the retrograde army's experiment?" I wrote down the reasons of several people one by one in my heart, compared them, and asked in confusion, "But I took the initiative to go away." came in?"

"Hmm..." Several people who participated in the discussion were lost in thought when they heard this. "Thousand hands are the only exception."

Generally speaking, the only special existence in this situation is the key to breaking the game.

Not really wanting to admit this key position, I made a struggling voice: "Mr. Gojo, is it really impossible to get out here?"

Mr. Wujo didn't answer directly, but just brought up another topic: "Prison Gate Border."

While speaking, he rubbed his fingertips, as if trying to release something, but failed.

As a result, the person was visibly depressed, and let out an unhappy "tsk".

"The thing that sealed me should be the prison gate. You don't need to know the details, you just need to know that it can't be opened from inside."

"Question—" I raised my hand to signal: "Are we in the prison gate now?"

"Not exactly," the most practiced and most experienced Dragonfly took over the topic, "The space of Your Excellency Wujo belongs to the cut part, which has been integrated into this new space."

Mr. Wujo, who was taken over the topic, was happy and relaxed. This person has a top-notch ability to conceal his emotions, and he changed his role in a short time.

"T-Q-" He followed my example and raised his hand high, "Qian Shou, what were you thinking when you came in?"

ah this...

This is where the question comes in.

Although my reason is very legitimate, but in the face of such a group of curious gazes, I still feel a little hard to say.

"Actually, um, I have old injuries on my body. I have been overworked recently and lack sufficient rest, so," I resisted the urge to cover my face, and said more and more quietly: "I want to find a closed, comfortable place without A world of disputes... Take a good rest for a while."

Hearing the words, several blades turned their heads in unison and looked outside the door——

Enclosed space, unable to be disturbed and other environments, large yards and large buildings, even no sense of time passing.

Several heads turned back in unison.

I don't know whose voice said dryly: "This place is really suitable for recuperation."

"Yeah yeah."

"..."

"..."

"This, it's better to skip it for now," I broke the strange silence with difficulty, "What about the injuries on the bodies? As far as I know, each Honmaru should be equipped with a repair pool—a little spirit No strength left?"

Of course there is.

A few undisguised blade expressions have already told me the answer, but——

"Disposable spiritual power is getting less and less, and when you don't know when you can go out, the repair pool is still temporarily reserved for the seriously injured."

Qingfly Qie, the only slanderer present, had a serious expression on his face, and what he said was well-founded, and he smiled consolingly at the worried eyes of the crowd above, "Most of the injuries below are traumatic, and they didn't hurt the root cause. You can slowly heal yourself by absorbing the spiritual power in the air of Honmaru..."

"Objection!" I raised my hand that had been put down for a long time again, and spoke boldly: "Since the air of this pill contains spiritual power, what about the soil?"

"Soil?" This was Tong Tian Guan Zhenguo who had finally wiped the knife.

"Soil!" This was the same situation, but it didn't hinder Natsuo Toshiro, who smelled troublesome and was eager to try.

"Oh——soil~" This is the only thing that gets to me, waiting for Mr. Gojo.

"What soil? Why did you suddenly mention soil?" This is Akita Toshiro with empty eyes, "--does Mr. Gojo know?"

"I don't know~" Mr. Gojo, who theoretically has the best brain, narrowed his eyes and threw the question to me, "Why don't you ask the magical Senshou?"

Okay, I knew it, but I still can't hide.

"It's like this. For some complicated reasons, my perception of soil and vegetation is better than average,"

I, who was physically strong, was forced to take over the job of the mentally powerful. Facing a certain existence whose mental strength was higher than mine but only wanted to catch fish, I had to carefully consider my speech:

"Different from the air layer that cannot retain spiritual power, the soil in the entire main pill, which is about three feet below, still retains a state that was once infiltrated by a high concentration of spiritual power, so—"

"So! That is to say," Toshiro Natsuo, who was the first to figure it out, raised his stupid hair, his eyes sparkling, "it would be better to bury it in the soil instead of eating air?"

"That's right." I nodded firmly. "It can also be generalized like this."

"So that's how it is, Xiaohu understands." This was Xiaohuwan who was standing silently behind Dragonfly.

"What?" The surrounded dragonfly realized the danger belatedly: "Wait—"

"Drink!" Tian Guanzhengguo's eyes burst out of action, and he shot quickly, moving like thunder, "There is a flaw!"

5 minute later.

The dragonfly who could not resist was buried in the soil outside the yard.

I mean ontology.

The person who dug the pit was Wutiao, who was moving vigorously, and the one who buried the soil was the cattail who moved a step slower.

One person, one blade hit it off to a certain extent, one for digging, one for burying, and the dragonfly Kirimoto, who couldn't laugh or cry, was supported by Kohomaru and Tsutsuda Kan Masakura from left to right.

"There's no need to be so urgent, I won't run away..." Fu Sangshen's expression was dull after the last pile of soil was covered, "...Huh?"

The speed of self-healing can't be seen for the time being, but at Fu Sangshen's open skirt, the inflammatory reaction from several gunshot wounds on his shoulders, collarbone, and flanks has begun to subside at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's useful." I let go of my secretly worried heart, breathed a sigh of relief, and took half a step back. "How about it?"

"It's a good thing." Beside me was Akita Toshiro who suddenly learned the good news and smiled subconsciously.

But soon, this smile was frozen, and the little dagger who obviously thought of something suddenly looked up at me: "Soil——"

"Yeah." I didn't laugh at his slow pace, but nodded affirmatively and firmly, "As you can see, any inch of soil is fine."

In the next second, a gust of wind blew past me, and Akita Toshiro was no longer in front of me.

The maneuverability of the short knife is fully reflected at this time. Obviously, this Akita kid in normal clothes has a high probability of being extremely short with a high level of practice.

After a while, the very short autumn teacher who was holding a big box appeared in front of me again.

He didn't care about the dirt on his face and body, and carefully put down the box that was bigger than him.

The moment it landed, no matter how cautious it was, there were still a few slight sounds of swords colliding inside the box.

Tension and self-blame immediately appeared on Akita Fujishiro's face.

"Your companion, your comrade-in-arms?" Layers of entangled talisman papers were pasted on my hand in the air, and many weak or intermittent breathing wavelengths lightly touched my palm, and my outstretched hand shrank and retracted. Come back, "By falling into a deep sleep to maintain the last consciousness?"

"En." Fu Sangshen, the pink-haired short knife, responded in a low voice, stretched out his hand, and untied the runes one by one, "The spiritual power is getting less and less, and more and more blades are used to reduce consumption. Sleeping with injuries. Only me, who was the least injured when we attacked and broke through, was left behind."

"I haven't officially introduced you yet—I, Akita Fujishiro, the smallest and slender sword master Yoshimitsu's many works," the short sword named Akita raised his head, his sky blue eyes reflected the psychedelic sky, and said proudly : "Because it has been treasured for many years, it can endure loneliness and wait."

"During the last meeting, I asked myself to stay behind." The light blue eyes flashed with water, and the surroundings fell silent at some point, only the immature voice of this soldier who had faced the frontal battlefield, sonorous and powerful: " With all the information of the retrograde army and all the front-line battle reports of our Fusangshen, we are waiting for the recall from the headquarters."

"But—" He opened the sealed box, revealing the stacked broken blades and guns inside.

They couldn't wait any longer.

"But." I pressed his shoulder, and easily turned around with this strong standing blade, showing him the big hole behind him that was dug by everyone's cooperation at some time.

"The sky is as blue as your eyes, migratory birds returning home are singing, Akita—"

Akita Fujishiro watched as his partner on the verge of disappearing was surrounded by soil soaked in spiritual power, and his heart, which had been tortured for a long time, miraculously got a moment of rest.

Just like Honmaru who used to be at ease, when he first served as a valet, he saw the outside world for the first time after many years and asked happily: "Why is the sky blue", "What bird was singing just now", worry-free Carefree.

"Your companion will get a peaceful sleep, and you can choose to put on your wings without waiting, and be a migratory bird returning home on its own initiative."

The human girl who accidentally broke in smiled confidently and flamboyantly. Behind her, there seemed to be a silhouette of a big naginata. Is it Yan Rong, Ba Xing, or Jing Xing?

None of that matters, because—

"Because I'm here."

"Okay!" The meager spiritual power in the air seemed to have heard the call at this moment, and gathered around the dagger Fusangshen, condensing out——

The armor with criss-crossing swords and the helmet with two wings standing up high like a bird's wings are Akita Toshiro's polarized formation.

"Akita Toshiro, in the name of the last waking survivor of number BW0001, hereby make a request."

"Request——Assist in getting out of this space, attach conditions, kill or avoid the follow-up marching troops, until the key strategic information is delivered to the headquarters, and all remuneration after that, as long as it does not involve the bottom line, can be provided by my superiors. The government pays!"

I stretched out my hand without hesitation: "Thousand Hand Flower, accept."

After I finished speaking, another hand with strong bones covered it, and Yuichi Nakamura's voice was rarely solemn and solemn, repeating:

"Five Satoru, accept."