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

"Yakuken?" I slowly repeated Raiba's name: "Toshiro?"

Dagger Fusangshen replied again: "Yes."

I cast a questioning look at Gojo Satoru: How did you meet him?

Gojo Satoru shrugged: I came to the door by myself.

As soon as I stayed, I began to worry immediately: Could it be that our operation of changing history was caught?

... No way, if you want to catch it, you should catch it early, and you won't wait until the dust settles.

I carefully looked at Fu Sangshen standing there for confirmation.

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned over, with a delicate expression, covering his mouth with one hand, and whispered in a voice that everyone present could hear: "Senju, expression, expression restraint."

After realizing that my expression management was completely unqualified, I restrained the urge to cover my face: "...Ah, um, I mean, I'm sorry."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Fu Sangshen who patiently waited for my response. After much deliberation, I still chose to believe my first feeling after thinking about it, and formally accepted this application for joining the team: "I am Qianshou, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"You can just call me Yaoyan." Dian Dao, who had been silent all this time, seemed relieved, "Thank you for your trust."

His formal attitude made me a little embarrassed, so I pursed my lips before continuing: "If I'm not mistaken, I have encountered the energy wavelength that supports your reality."

He immediately continued: "Yes, Mr. Ryobokiri, who once met you once, is from the same Honmaru as me."

I was highly cooperative and the answer was correct, and I was also relieved.

"Come on ahead, we need to exchange information first, five?"

"Okay." After being confirmed by my perception radar, Gojo Satoru, who had been blocking the only way, stretched nonchalantly, and jumped off the balcony first.

Receiving my resignation, Fu Sangshen whispered "Excuse me", jumped lightly, and then stood in the room by the window.

The information exchange is very simple. Considering that both parties have different degrees of reservations, we only exchanged the reasons why Fu Sangshen can appear in this world, the manpower and strength that both parties can contribute, and the other party can provide technical support. , and immediately entered the formulation of the combat plan.

This Zhenfu Sangshen's respect and prudence for us beyond expectations has also been answered.

"On the two of you, there is a contract that all Fusangshen can see." Yaken Fujishiro sat down, hiding the message he 'saw' from the contract.

The only survivor with pink soft short hair is almost earnestly begging every Touken Fusangshin who sees this contract:

Please help them, please protect them.

Also in the contract, Shizhi Government Headquarters, which was included in the price payer, made corresponding preparations early on.

Find, locate, disperse pursuers, and dispatch reinforcements.

However, the exclusiveness of this world is too strong, and the support team sent out has hit a wall on all fronts. Only Yaken Toshiro who can get involved with it is the only lucky one.

"Well..." I pondered for a while after listening, but I didn't fully understand it, and forced to conclude, "In short, you are the only one who shakes the blade at the moment. You are a friend, and you are here to help. It can legally jump...very good, can it lead people?"

Yaken Toshiro, who was obviously ashamed of his lack of support, was suddenly cut off from the topic, and subconsciously followed my words: "...that's fine."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I stood up abruptly, completely opened the half-opened curtains, stepped on the window sill that had been stepped on several times, and urged back, "Let's go!"

"Huh?" The short hair hasn't reacted yet, "But the connection with the headquarters here..."

"That's not important, and it doesn't affect it, but are you ready?"

Since just now, he has been silent, intentionally or unintentionally handing over the dominance of the words to me, and Gojo Satoru, who acts as a qualified background board, reached out and patted Yaken's shoulder without armor, flaunting: "She is like this .”

"Praise me, please praise me generously in front of my face, Mr. Gojo." I tensed my expression seriously, "Yakuken, put down those human red tapes, you are a sword, aren't you, at this time, use your words ,should say--"

As I was talking, I still couldn't hold back, and gave him a big smile. The bones and muscles that hadn't fought for a long time were slightly warmed up, and I had already made sufficient preparations. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the knife and bell belonging to Yanrong seemed to feel humming softly.

"Immediately—go out!"

……

A barrier that has been breached once is much easier to break than the original one, and so is positioning.

If Fu Sangshen, the official identity, had not joined, my original plan was to pull Mr. Gojo to clear the way violently, but now it is much more convenient: "The time is set to the second year of Meiji, the Hakodate War, the location must be at high altitude .”

"Understood." Yaken Toshiro, who was also inspired by me, took out a compass from his arms, "Time search... time confirmation, positioning adjustment... positioning confirmation, transfer of personnel... a total of three people were captured... above, Ready."

"Hey, I have an impression of this location," Wujo Wu probed to see the operation of the compass, and his uncovered pupils of the sky were full of curiosity: "The missing coordinates of Dragonfly Cut should have been checked several times, right? Hand, how did you get there?"

"It's not positioning, my ability hasn't reached this point yet." I pushed the non-existent glasses, "It's just a reasonable guess. If you want to meet again, Yan Rong, who stayed in the main pill, will definitely send the drifting coordinates here infinitely. Depend on."

As for why it is there?

I smiled without further explanation.

In the second year of Meiji, the Battle of Hakodate was the battlefield where I and Yan Rong met.

If you must choose one in the vast historical coordinate axis, it must be there.

……

"So why is it high-altitude again—" Wumou's white hair was blown into a nest, and he protested loudly against the potential energy of the fall, "Qian Shou, you speak, Qian Shou!"

"Of course it's because every time I land at a high altitude—" I also collapsed to meet the familiar sense of emptiness, "Stop howling, the ambush is attracted by you—"

"Don't worry, I've sent out a distress signal, and support is on the way." As a light and flexible planning dagger, Yaken became the most stable one in the trio. He clenched the body in his hand, pointed Down, adjust the posture of diving, "Please leave this to me—"

There was a mass of darkness below, and the red light representing the retrograde army formed a red tide. At first glance, there was no end to it. With quick eyesight and quick hands, I grabbed the dagger that was about to go nowhere, Fusangshen: "Come back!"

"Don't be impulsive," I changed my breath, and finished in one breath before the stubborn Fu Sangshen broke free: "Only you are too inefficient, and the following natural disaster-level scenes should be caused by natural disasters. Deal with it—so I’m counting on you, Doraemon-chan!”

"Wu Tiao when there is nothing to do, and Wu-chan when there is something to do," Wu-chan muttered dissatisfiedly, and made a classic anti-rice movement with both hands raised: "Okay, no problem--Shen Luo Tianzheng!"

Pronounced as "Shenluo Tianzheng", the small supernova "He" whose writing style was reversed smashed down with a tearing space.

A gap was quickly blown out of the spread of red light, but soon, the surrounding red light quickly filled it up.

"It's not enough." This power is a destructive violent aesthetic. I am not good at magic attacks, and my heart beats faster almost immediately. : "The power systems of the two sides are in conflict. We can't kill them routinely like Fu Sangshen. There is only natural disasters. Everything will fall under natural disasters. Five things, please do it again."

"What, do you want to see my '茈'?" Wujo Satoru, who was tentative, smiled, his voice obviously excited several degrees, "Say it earlier!"

He stretched his limbs, the airflow from bottom to top swelled the hem of his clothes, and all the messy white hair was blown back, completely revealing the pair of blue eyes that can only be seen in 500 years.

"I'm sorry, sorry, although you have expressed your warm welcome," the owner of the eyes hooked the corners of his mouth viciously, and glanced at the ambush below, or obstacles: "But since my dear fans have strongly requested, Wu-chan will not be with you. You play slowly."

"No way," he made a gesture that he had never seen before, similar to clasping his hands, "just be a little rough."

"The technique is reversed, Cang."

Representing gravity, a blue circle with the same color as the pupil of the sky floated on his left side.

"Spell reversal, heh."

Representing repulsive force, He, who was deeper than the red below, floated steadily on the right side.

The two mutually repulsive energy bodies were controlled to compress and fuse, and the magnetic force even materialized into an unknown electric field, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and the overflowing particles quickly shattered the disordered gas field, and then——

Starting from the point with the shortest distance, Cang and He are dyed by a more dangerous purple halo, spreading rapidly!

The conjurer standing in the air was surrounded by completely lit purple lightning, and at this moment, his right hand that was slowly stretched out at the end seemed to be the hand of God fiddled with the magnetic field.

"Virtual form."

As absurd as an aggregate of a black hole and a supernova, this distorted vortex engulfed in purple lightning expands rapidly, devouring all the surrounding space greedily, and all tangible things, including the existence of "void", are completely annihilated in it. ——

"--water chestnut."

Super-standard, or in other words, a natural disaster-level spell descended from the sky, and where it passed, there was only tearing, leaving only tearing of black nothingness.

"Mr. Wujo's big victory!" Facing the dark purple light, I poured out the praise without hesitation, "As expected of a natural disaster, the ability to clear the field is superb, I have already sensed the position, right on that black fault, Go now, go—"

The burst of light was too dazzling, and Yaken Toshiro, who was being dragged down to accelerate the landing, had to close his eyes. In the darkness, he listened to the rising fighting spirit and fighting spirit in the words of the "ordinary human" who was pulling him next to him. , into a short-term confusion.

How did she manage to look directly at such a bright and dazzling light without fear?

Rather, at this moment, her words and emotions are all telling four words:

Yearning for it.