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

"Squeak-"

I pushed open the door.

A few Fusangshen put down what they were doing, and Akita rushed up first, looking at me with unconcealed worry: "How is it?"

I shook my head: "I'm still watching."

A few blades fell silent again.

Or the malice from the world, the one that Mr. Gojo pulled out happened to be what happened when he was sealed.

Not a little bit of buffering.

Faced with the shock, the smile of the person directly disappeared, and regardless of whether there were others, he sat on the floor and hit the cabinet with an elbow, and the booklets arranged in order fell one after another.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he raised the corners of his mouth, his blue eyes completely darkened, like a deep sea brewing with a storm, "It's really a big surprise."

The airflow surrounding him was too violent/turbulent, and the white hair on his forehead flew wildly. Before the book centered on him fell to the ground, it was engulfed by the airflow and floated uncontrollably, flipping open, You can't even tell whether it's deliberate or unintentional, the page-turning speed of these books has reached the same speed as his.

The appearance that strangers are not allowed to enter obviously does not need anyone's disturbance.

"Let's go, go out first."

We worked together to dig out the catfish tail that was buried in the pile of books and quietly exited the door.

As another insider, and to some extent the instigator, I went back halfway and stood silently through the closed sliding door for a while.

Gojo Satoru was even quieter when he was alone, and there was a dead silence in the room, only the sound of pages turning.

...It's even scarier, okay?

It stands to reason that at the speed of six eyes, so long has passed, even if it is serialized for 20 years, it should be finished.

I sighed.

Although I had this purpose in the beginning, but when this time really comes, I will feel a little bit unbearable.

I bent my knuckles and knocked lightly on the door twice: "Mr. Wujo."

There is no response inside.

"It stands to reason that we don't have a deep friendship, and we are just acquainted for the first time. It is not suitable to disturb you at this time," I leaned my back against the door, thought for a while, and followed my heart.

"... My name is Senshouka, Senshou's Senshou, from Konoha... It should be three or four years now, so let's take something in the middle, um, 3.5 years from Konoha .”

After leaving this nonsense, I counted ten in my heart, but I still didn't get a response, so I turned around and left.

It is better to be able to see the situation clearly from the perspective of God, even if it is the cruel truth, than to be kept in the dark all the time.

We have to go out anyway.

"It's okay, at least I didn't run away," I comforted the panic-stricken Akita.

This blade has the most sensitive mind, probably because it has sensed the murderous aura lingering in this area, and it seems restless.

"Fury anger is inevitable. Fortunately, time here is static, and there is still time for everything. It is precisely because Mr. Wujo knows this that he didn't kill directly."

Otherwise, I don't believe that with his ability, there is no way to get out of here without the kind of tricks that kill one thousand enemies and harm eight hundred.

After all, this is not a complete prison gate.

It was rare for Tong Tian Guan to close his eyes and meditate: "That book is not a good story."

I gave him a surprised look.

The blade that became the focus for a moment moved slightly, and added in a low voice: "Didn't you find out that the books in that room all have a characteristic."

For example, the most passionate books are piled up in the most conspicuous position, the light-hearted books can be seen everywhere, and the invisible books, even if they are hidden, must be in a corner that is easy to get, only the bookshelf, shelved, The light has never been attached to it, and it is full of dust.

Below him, there is a row of "Demon Slayer: Blade".

Ghost killer...

Indeed, sacrifice and helplessness, cruel reality, and invincible enemies are not happy stories.

but--

"it does not matter."

I suddenly laughed, patted Akita with a confused face, led him in and sat down, without any explanation, but restarted the short meeting that was interrupted not long ago due to an accident.

It's ok.

Even the worst stories can be changed.

Since there are comics in the world of the Government of Time, it means that the world is not within their jurisdiction.

And, so what?Falsely tampering with the past under world-class oppression——

It's not that I haven't done it!

In the present that has jumped out of the frame, in the present that fully understands the past and the future, and in the present that one person has suffered pain that cannot be shared, if you worry that the story will remain unchanged, who are you looking down on?

I sincerely hope that you can understand my hint, Mr. Gojo.

Mr. Wutiao, who stays behind closed doors, is put aside for the time being. After all, no matter how powerful he is, it will take time to sort out his mentality.

Next, we must first allocate the affairs of the Fusangshen.

"Akita, regarding the maintenance of sleeping swords, you should have done it before, but now I leave it to you to maintain and observe the swords buried in the soil. You need to write observation records regularly. You need to learn graphs and statistical tables, no problem ?”

"no problem!"

"Ciaowei, the environment of Honmaru is not as familiar as you. You need to integrate all available materials into a table, and it is best to have a diagram that includes a map. Can you do it?"

"Okay, leave it to me!"

"Xiaohumaru, considering that you fell off the way, the surrounding crops that are going to be barren are temporarily handed over to you... There is no need to work too hard, our intention is to find contact with you in a similar environment. Original Honmaru gap, okay?"

"If that's the only way, Xiaohu can do it."

"The last is Tong Tianguan, only you fell from the frontal battlefield, and you will have one more task than others," I paused, "One is to integrate the current combat power of the retrograde army, and the other is to restart every task." Ri's hands together, do you have any objections?"

"No," Fu Sangshen, who was actually fighting, pulled the hideous scar on his face and smiled energetically: "It's exactly what I want!"

"Sorry," Dragonfly raised his hand in confusion, "What about the next task?"

"Healing." I pressed his shoulder with one hand: "...Well, maybe you are in a mobile position for the time being, okay?"

"Understood!" The gun man received his own mission and settled down.

"Fine, so the next item—"

Shortly after entering the next process, I passed the easy-to-understand stick figure in my hand to the waiting cattail, and belatedly discovered a fatal question: "...huh?"

Retaining my commanding gesture, I tilted my head in confusion.

Strange, wasn't I a bystander at first, how did I become the leader?

It seems that I can't see Cattail's distressed expression and kindly reminded me of the beginning...?

Cattail, who actively took the meeting minutes from my hand, stood up quickly, bowed, and took out two notebooks and handed them over as if prepared.

I was afraid that if I was too slow, I would react and quit.

Humph, I've figured it out!

I kept a pensive expression, and glanced at the things he handed over from the corner of my eye: the hand account and the knife account.

A strong sense of crisis that is about to fall into a pit hits.

I glanced vigilantly, and the Fu Sangshen sitting around looked up and down as if nothing had happened.

"..." Do you dare to say that this is not planned for a long time?

I accepted the former speechlessly, and returned the latter: "You can read the handbook, but the knife account is free. This is for yourself or Akita, and I can't touch it."

Just kidding, don't think I don't know, do you have the nerve to leave after touching it?

"Ah, why—" Cattail was very disappointed, the little thoughts in it were clearly revealed, and Zang didn't even plan to hide it: "Qianshou obviously has the qualifications to become a god judge, and the degree of compatibility with Honmaru is so high—"

"No talk."

I ruthlessly squeezed his small mouth, "Wouldn't it be better for the government to assign one after you go back, with such great military achievements, I won't treat you badly."

"That's different." Judging by my attitude, Nanwei who was rejected silently took back the knife tent, and made the final provocation with reluctance: "Everyone in Honmaru is very independent and easy to talk, and I don't know how to use it at all. All kinds of things trouble you, you just need to lie down and sleep every day to recuperate, of course, if you want to be the head of the house one day, we will cooperate very well-"

"You can't stop until you plug your mouth, can you?" I quickly picked up a yellow sweet potato and stuffed it in. "Cuowei, Akita, I thought you all knew that my origin is unknown, and my whereabouts are uncertain."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Hehe, I won.

I smiled triumphantly.

Catfish tail: ...QAQ

Cattail turned and began to slap the back of the little dagger vigorously, hinting frantically: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"It doesn't matter." Akita, who pricked up his ears to listen, accepted his brother's entrustment firmly, raised his head, his eyes sparkled: "I discussed it with everyone who still retains consciousness in Honmaru, and we all agree that it is very good. Anyway, Honmaru is everywhere. Same."

Is it so formal?

I froze when I stretched out my hand towards the plate, and finally realized that I couldn't fool it with a few words: "That's not what I meant."

"I have my own roots, even if I am wandering away, I will return to the original point one day." I wiped my hands with a handkerchief and explained patiently: "And during the long wandering journey, I myself don't know what the next stop will be. Where, in the midst of this, there will be something that has to be lost.”

Back then when I recklessly bound to Yanrong, I spent a lot of effort in order not to be discarded.

What's more, Honmaru has so many swords and heavy responsibilities.

It is so heavy that I have to treat it carefully. If I can't give what I can give, it is better not to promise from the beginning.

"I am destined not to be able to stay for you and be a responsible helmsman."

"But we all like you~" Seeing that there was no reason to be reasonable, my attitude seemed to leave room for it. I finally swallowed a mouthful of sweet potato catfish tail and made a decisive decision. I lay down on the spot and rolled around coquettishly: "We can call to apply You go together—"

Seeing that the bottom line of these two blades dropped again and again, I was very unconfident in my concentration and looked for help to the other three Fusangshen from different Honmaru, hoping that a sensible person would come out to stop...

OK, no.

These blades are still looking at the sky, the ground and the body, right as if they are blind and deaf.

Damn it, I'm alone and helpless, and I have to rely on myself.

I tried my best to suppress the thoughts in my heart, and made a gesture of pressing my hands down with difficulty.

"Okay, the above are objective conditions. If these are not convincing, there is actually a subjective reason."

"Huh?" The few Fusangshen who were pretending to be deaf and dumb immediately turned around curiously after hearing the words.

I put one hand on the handle of the knife beside me, took a slow breath, and my restless heart gradually calmed down.

After all, it is kindness, and I will inevitably feel apologetic for repeated rejections, but I firmly believe that there is nothing wrong with my thinking.

But the problem of rejection this time is indeed mine, because——

"For me, the knife is a partner, a half body, and a single stroke is enough."

I kept my back straight, leaned forward slightly, nodded, and made a nondescript bow, "Sorry, I already have my own knife."

"Oh, this is really..."

In the large room where needles could be heard, Kohomaru, the old sword who shook Heianjing, was the first to make a sound.

"—General."

"Wow," Cattail, who was rejected by me, drooped his shoulders, and his hair drooped: "I lost."

...It can be said that he seems to be in a good state of mind.

"Where did I lose, how can I say that my idea is unique?" I couldn't laugh or cry: "The conditions you gave are really attractive, and anyone who changes them will agree."

"—" Cattail lowered its head and muttered a few words.

"Huh?" I didn't hear clearly for a while, "What?"

"Huh!" Catfish yelled loudly, "If Brother Yiqi was here, it would definitely not be like this!"

"That's right, that's right," Akita squeezed in, clenching his fists, "It's too bad that only me and Brother Cattail are left to negotiate."

"Oh, maybe Sanriyue is also good." Xiaohumaru enthusiastically joined the topic.

"You can cut mustache too." I don't know who suggested it.

"That's right, your hearts in Heianjing are dirty."

"Hey, hey... Xiaohu refuses to accept this..."

Chirping, chirping, chirping, wah wah.

The topic was drawn farther and farther away, and my attention was unsurprisingly drawn further and further away. In the end, I had no choice but to announce the end of the meeting, and then I was free to move about, and the rest will be discussed next time.

The group of fusangshen who were still restrained immediately scuffled together.

I was very tired from brainstorming, and I was the first to leave the meeting, even more tired than a fight. I was going to clean the room and get a good night's sleep in order to deal with the next night talk that Mr. Wujo may, no, will definitely have.

……

After watching the girl leave, the deliberately lively atmosphere cooled down tacitly.

Akita murmured: "Brother Cattail, tell me, who is he?"

Cattail whispered: "Who knows, compare the length of that big round fan, big sword, gun, or big naginata."

"...a big naginata, huh?"

"so good……"

"That's right, the light and nostalgia surrounding her are as bright as the sun. I'm afraid I won't be able to see anyone better than her in the future."

"Brave and fearless, like a free bird."

"Oh." X2

"Speaking of which, I really think it would be nice if Brother Yiqi was here..."

"Then let me say, Sanriyue..."

"Hey, hey, this topic is endless, right—"

"Hahahaha, but this is not bad. We meet at the intersection of time and space, how can you judge that there will be no intersection in the future?"

"That's right, cheer up and find a way to get out first!"

"Ah, speaking of this, wait for the next five..."

"Wu Tiao? What Wu Tiao, I have a task, and I don't have time to pay attention to where Wu Tiao is going next."

"That's right, we don't know anything about the idea and intention of subverting the world, and we don't want to know!"

"That's right, it's time to live, guys, on the first day of hand opening, who will be my opponent!"

"No, only this, not yet..."

Somewhere in the frozen time and space, Honmaru, who had been drifting for an unknown amount, made a jerky restarting sound after a ray of light broke in.