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

"Then, repeat this mission again."

"The mission took place on May [-], Meiji [-], during the Battle of Hakodate. The location was Ichimoto Kanmon. The number of time-traveling troops observed was... over [-]."

"A total of eight teams went to investigate before, from different Honmaru of BF. Seven of them have retreated across the board, and the remaining team numbered FS767223 Honmaru is still out of contact."

"The task content is to stop the time retrograde army, let the new government army defeat the old shogunate army according to the old appearance, occupy Hakodate Mountain, and ensure the death of the deputy leader of the Shinsengumi, Toshizo Hijikata."

"And, look for the possible surviving Unit No. FS767223 Honmaru."

"Number AR00003 Honmaru, the first unit, immediately—go out!"

***

"Drink—!" "Om—"

I don't know if my words have played a role, or if I have a good compatibility with this knife itself. In short, when I finished my last sentence and was about to turn my head back...

The knife did its best to respond to me.

It's a great feeling!

Compared with the previous fights where I felt that the sword could not keep up with the rhythm and was forced to throw the sword, this time it was as smooth as silk, like a finger.

Even if I don't know its name yet, it doesn't know my origin.

I can tell with my eyes closed that the broken tip of this knife can sweep away the short knife trying to attack as far as possible, the rotation of the handle can throw away the enemy knife with a wide range and weight, and even the cracked knife surface can be used as a temporary The shield resists the stabbing of a multi-velocity gun.

I am the knife, and the knife is me.

We share the life force of oneness, even if I am about to be exhausted, it is already on the verge of shattering.

I am, it is.

****

"No, the number of enemies is decreasing rapidly!"

"Are we alive?"

"How is it possible? The retrospective army has sent more than 1000 people. From the confirmation of the news to our departure, the Hakodate War has been fought from the beginning to the end. Which team can—"

"You mean the lost team?"

"That is the third unit of F Honmaru. The members are short knives with low four-strike training. They have all been confirmed dead. The captain who sent this message has also disappeared. The hope of survival is almost zero."

"Captain, give the order, I'll wait...Captain? Yamabagiri? Yama—"

The last person who spoke soon fell silent.At this time, the six blades just fell from the passage of the clouds in the sky, and the field of vision from the commanding heights had a clear view of the battlefield——

On the field full of black and red, there is only one blue that can tear the darkness.

That is the spiritual power sword light that only belongs to the sword man's slashing.

A gap was torn from the southeast side, and then quickly spread to the periphery.

A man covered in bruises, a knife covered in cracks.

Imaiken, who was the smallest in stature, recognized the appearance of the sword at a glance, and the immature voice of the short sword trembled, and murmured in disbelief: "いわとおし...?"

However, in the naginata that can be seen from all the blades in the pain of being on the verge of shattering, they seemed to hear his bold laughter:

"Gahahahaha! I seem to have gained a lot of achievements!"

Yes, it is a veritable hunting of thousands of knives.

Rock melting.

***

In the distance, there is the roar of cannons and the flames of bombs exploding, and two human armies fighting can be seen behind.

One side has clearly gained the upper hand.

The rain of knives falling in the sky began to thin out, and the dark light of the cloud clusters rapidly diminished.

The enemy began a dying counterattack.

The number of enemy knives around me began to decrease, and more of them rushed towards me one after another——

A party that is losing ground behind him.

I was too late to catch up, but I saw two huge tornadoes blowing the sakura formed by the cherry blossoms and exploding, the golden crescent knife patterns spread, the white crane feathers stretched, and the battlefield was forcibly split.

Immediately afterwards, four blue lights fell——

The reinforcements finally arrived.

Its daybreak.

I was finally able to rest after the game, leaning on the hillside at the southeast corner where I met my partner at the beginning to recover my strength, tangled in my mind whether to say hello or not.

As an intruder who went through the passage of the security check and came out from the exit of the time retrograde army, I have a lot of hesitation.

There was the sound of deliberate heavy footsteps behind me, I clenched the handle of the knife and looked back vigilantly——

"Greetings, visitor from another world."

The person who came to talk to him was tall, close to two meters by visual estimation, but he was not overbearing, but more honest.

Carrying a big gun with the same breath as him.

It's a sword man.

I didn't answer, quietly grabbed the broken hilt, and looked at the seemingly friendly blade of this one.

The first sight is the gun body engraved with Sanskrit, corresponding to the カ, キリーク, サ on the exposed chest.

Ksitigarbha, Amitabha, and Guanyin Bodhisattva...?

"Sorry, I don't mean to offend. Your Excellency seems to have traces similar to these monster swords—we call them 'time retrograde army'."

My pupils contracted uncontrollably, bad, I was seen through!

What I had been vaguely worried about from the beginning still happened.

In this world, the mainstream idea is to protect history from being changed no matter what.

Think about what I did in the previous world——

Prevent the Nine-Tails from attacking the village, prevent the appearance of the tailed orc Churiki, prevent the death of Mr. Madara, and wipe out the birth of the Valley of the End. In the later period...the later period was even more outrageous, and Mr. Madara who had run away from home was brought back to the wood Ye, let the three founders see another world that they should not be able to see, and finally uncovered the old background that will bring many battles in the ninja world.

It feels like saying just one thing is enough to put me in the scope of the time travel army.

It happened to be at this time, when I was at my weakest combat power...

I tried to force out the little mist that I could mobilize, trying to wake up my exhausted body and prepare for the battle.

The gunman over there seemed to be completely unconcerned about my increasingly vigilant gaze and my rising fighting spirit that could not be hidden, and continued to gently send me friendly signals.

He even took a step back.

"But your Excellency is different. Your Excellency has a similar purpose to the retrograde army, but the karma on your body is not bad."

Huh?

"The rules of the world are different, and we have no intention of being your enemy."

The purple-haired gunman put his weapon by his side, bowed slightly, stepped back, and left slowly.

I looked at the Touken man who seemed to be just saying hello with some doubts, and looking away, I saw the figure of a bouncing little tengu.

The naginata in his hand hummed continuously.

"Partner, what do you mean... quietly follow?"

***

"What's the matter, Captain, you've been silent since just now?"

"That child has the gift of two worlds." As the initial sword, as the captain, Yamabuki Kunihiro's deep and clear spiritual power made him see more.

Youren was surprised: "There are actually two strands?"

"One is unreserved protection, and the other is gratitude with all my strength."

"This is really..."

"We are here to protect the history, so even if we meet the old master, no matter what kind of misfortune that person will face in the future, we will fight for the original history."

For the men with swords and swords who guard history, such a crazy move to subvert the world, although they cannot agree...

"But you can't hate it completely, right?" Dragonfly, who came back from the negotiation, answered with a smile.

"Then treat it as if we have never met, how about it?" Tai Dao, who had never spoken, turned his head, under the indigo asymmetric temple hair, a golden crescent moon appeared in the pupil of the dark blue night.

"Then how do you write this rescue report? Wait a minute, brother, you...?!" Captain Dao Dao's indifferent expression under the hood suddenly changed color.

After finishing a sentence, he hid in the corner, silently taking advantage of everyone's argument, and quickly pressed a no-blade survival stamp on the rescue report. A certain well-behaved Wakizawa smiled slyly: "It's different from rigorous , Serious, inflexible Kanesan, I am quite wicked!"

"One last thing," added the captain who couldn't stop it, and didn't really want to stop it, "the first team didn't find the sword man left at Ichikimoto Pass."

Wakizashi raised his head suddenly, and withdrew his surprised eyes amidst his increasingly uncomfortable expression, "Captain, so you are not bad!"

After all, it is true that no sword "man" survived.

"Okay, confirm that the enemy is completely wiped out, everyone - prepare to return to Honmaru."

"Captain~" The little tengu wearing red clogs jumped up lightly, trying to take over the compass, "How about I come to this time-space transformation, I want to play too."

The man with sword and sword in the gray and white cloak let go, and lowered his head wordlessly, the overly long hood blocked his overly gorgeous blond hair.

"Oh?" The snow-white crane blinked its golden eyes and quietly trailed behind.

The little fox with a painted face shook its ears vigilantly, quickly accelerated the speed of its four paws, and looked over the two heads without looking sideways: "I didn't see anything."

One second before the passage was closed, the muttering voices of Crane and Tengu came:

"Today's Sword, Today's Sword~ Where did you open the back door?"

"Hey, let me see, oops, I made a wrong turn!"

"This algorithm, it's over. The government of time and the retrograde army gave up the coordinates of the detection due to various accidents. The specific time is..."

"1912 to 1926."

"—Japan, the Taisho Era!"