[Kuroko's Basketball] Our age

think about it. "

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I didn't listen to the following content anymore, the information I got before was enough to shock my brain.

Akashi also broke through, breaking through that limit and growing rapidly.

He called everyone's name by himself, and those people, are they almost going to go this step?

But why, I didn't hear Heizi's name?

In which direction will our future go?

I can't get the answer by thinking about everything. Even if I think about it a thousand times, the result will be the same after the matter is over-I will only be depressed and say "it would be good if I did that in the first place".

I found out afterwards that all of us went home separately that day, and no one had contacted anyone.

That day was August 8th, that day Kise went to get his ears pierced, we all forgot that day, the next day was Aomine's birthday.

About a month later, as Akashi said, Midorima and Kise also broke through the door and blossomed.

Momoi is still doing intelligence gathering work, and I'm still relying on her intelligence to formulate tactics, but it's not for those few people, it only works when there are practice matches between the two armies and the three armies.

Just when I was at a loss, a teenager found me.

His expression was a bit shy when he spoke, but it contained courage that impressed me: "Are you... Senior Baishi?"

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The background is an overhead history, and it is set that Shiraishi is a swordsmith and Akashi is the lord of the city

poisonous knife

Tea is good tea.

There were tea stems floating in the dark blue teacup, and the hand around the teacup was gently raised, and there was no ripple on the surface of the tea.The faint fragrance spreads with the water vapor, which is not easy to detect, but those who perceive it will definitely be full of praise.

The huge Japanese room was empty, only a man and a woman sat facing each other.They were about the same age, only sixteen or seventeen years old.The girl is thin and thin, and she is wearing a moon-white kimono for hospitality. The material is precious but not luxurious. Her snow-white hair is casually pulled back, and there is only a jade hairpin in it.She is only sixteen or seventeen years old but she is not like sixteen or seventeen years old. Compared with girls of the same age, she is too quiet, and her eyes that are as calm as lake water are too quiet.

Compared with the girl's calm expression, the young man is too sharp - it's not that the young man himself is pushy, but the aura emanating from the inside is too strong, and he can't hide it.The boy's hair was as red as blood, and the light-colored kimono, which is difficult for ordinary people to control, seemed to be submissive to him. The pupils, one red and one golden, were too beautiful, but people dared not say they were beautiful in front of the boy.

There were ten domestic dead men waiting outside the door, and five highly skilled ninjas were hidden on the roof. As long as there was any trouble, they would rush to capture the boy without any effort at all.

The young man should know all of this, but even so, his aura has not been worn away.

Not to mention that it took so much effort to protect a powerless girl, she was, after all, a person with the surname "Shiraishi".

That's right, "Baishi" is Shiraishi from the swordsmith family.

In this chaotic world, wars are raging, and bloodshed is no longer a big deal. Warriors and swordsmen are ushering in an era of unprecedented activity. They have countless stages on the battlefield and in turmoil.

But if we say that the people who really make this era shine, there are definitely those knife makers who hide in the shadows and behind the scenes.

There is no war without a sword. The more outstanding a warrior is, the more he desires a good sword. The more wars there are, the more people desire a sword. Because of these desires, more and more excellent swordsmiths appear.

There are more and more famous knives, and with the swordsmen rampant on the battlefield, the names of countless famous knives have been spread all over the world, and countless swordsmiths have become famous because of this, but no matter how good the swordsmith is, they will keep silent when they hear a certain surname—this is the swordsmith Family "White Stone".

The Baishi family, which has been passed down to the seventh generation, has no more than six knives handed down to the world, but with these six knives, the family is famous all over the world, and the family property that has been so rich for several generations is also derived from these six knives .

Today, the seventh generation head of the Baishi family is this girl, Mitsuyo Shiraishi.

Putting down the teacup, Mitsuyo couldn't help but sigh secretly.

——How could there be such a person?

She had heard about Akashi Seijuro, the city lord who had just succeeded to the throne a month ago. He was arrogant, majestic, and ambitious at only 17 years old.

But he didn't expect that he would go to Baishi's house just like this, and single-handedly asked for a knife.

The more famous the swordsmith, the more he likes to pick customers. Some people may not be able to get a knife from the Shiraishi family even if they hold a thousand pieces of gold in their hands and bow their knees. Some people have the idea of ​​stealing or robbing when they are pushed, so they will raise some ninjas and dead soldiers at home. .

This person is different from others, if it is said to be arrogant, he is not like ordinary dignitaries who come to ask for a knife alone like a cloud of servants, but if it is humble, he has such an attitude.And unlike ordinary people begging and begging in every possible way, he only had one sentence when he came up - begging for a knife.

"The city lord has a noble status, and he commands tens of thousands of people. Naturally, he wants to get a good knife. Mitsuyo can save it, but Mitsuyo is the head of the Shiraishi family after all. Although he is not talented, he doesn't want to humiliate his family name. To be honest, I The door behind him leads to the knife storehouse, and all the precious knives cast by the seven generations of the Baishi family are inside, none of which is inferior to the six that have been handed down in the world. But this knife, even the city lord may not be able to get it easily .”

After Mitsuyo finished speaking, he took a sip from the teacup, raised his eyelids slightly to observe Akashi's reaction.

The words just now were considered disrespectful to the city lord, but the young man didn't show any displeasure—more than that, he couldn't even see the slightest fluctuation.

"I know that the Baishi family's knives are hard to find, but it doesn't mean that they can't be found. Compared with the countless knives in the family, how can I get a knives?"

"My lord, the city lord, is serious. Even if you ask me this kind of question, it's useless. You have to ask the knife."

"what for?"

"Although Guangdai is the head of the family, he is actually too young and too inexperienced to say anything. He is just telling the lessons of his ancestors to the city lord. As for how much he will say, it depends on the city lord's reaction."

"May all ears be heard."

"My father taught Guangdai to forge knives. He often said two things. One of them is that knives have souls."

"Oh?"

"A knife condenses the hard work of a knife maker, and the hard work overlaps into the soul of a knife. A knife has a soul. Not only people can choose knives, but knives can also choose people. Even if I open the knife magazine for you to choose now, if those The knives don’t like you, they are just a pile of scrap copper and iron in your eyes, even if you pick one out, you won’t be satisfied, after all, you will insult both the knife and you.”

The girl lowered her brows and eyes, her voice was as calm as flowing water, and her words were serious: "Please ask yourself, my lord, what is your soul like? What kind of soul knife do you want to choose?"

"Do swords have souls?"

Akashi slowly chewed on Mitsuyo's words, his pair of heterochromatic pupils became brighter and brighter, he was not looking at Mitsuyo or any other place in the room, but seemed to be looking at some distant place, the dazzling flames ignited bit by bit in his eyes, Make no secret of it.

"Heh..." He laughed softly, and it took a long time to look away, "If there is one, then there is the second, so what is the second?"

His eyes were much sharper than before, staring at Mitsuyo made her forget to breathe for a moment, and she paused for a while before speaking slowly, saying the following words.

That is more weighty than the sentence just now. It is the experience gained in exchange for countless blood after the seven generations of swordsmiths of the Baishi family have forged countless knives and met countless swordsmen.The girl gently opened her red lips: "The second is that the knife is poisonous."

"poison?"

"Yes." Mitsuyo nodded, "It's not the poison that ordinary people use to kill people. The knife itself is poison. In today's troubled times, people will ask for a knife if there is a war, and blood will bleed if you ask for a knife. Do you know what this means? ?”

"Having killed one person, you will want to kill more people, and a knife that has drunk blood will thirst for more blood...?"

"That's right. People always underestimate the knife, but they don't know that the knife also underestimates people. The knife is a poison that can't be stopped. If the heart is not strong enough, the poison of the knife will devour the heart. Forget who you are. The city lord is well-informed and has heard a lot of similar things, right?"

Mitsuyo looked up at Akashi, his pupils were no longer calm.Although she has not been in charge of the family for a long time, she has met many people who ask for swords. Ordinary people only want to ask for swords, and few people have the patience to listen to these words. Even if they listen to the first one patiently, they may not be able to listen to the second one. , Even if you can listen to it, you may not take it to heart-none of them understands the knife.

So how much can Akashi Seijuro listen to?

The corners of the girl's mouth curled up into a vague arc, as long as she talked about knives, she was unparalleled in pride, her eyes were provocative and staring, she wanted to see clearly, she wanted to see through what kind of boy this boy was. Such a man with a knife.

Akashi wasn't dissatisfied with the look in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if he was smiling, but he wasn't happy.

"Heh, as expected of Baishi, a family of swordsmiths, I didn't waste my time here. Thanks to you, I want to know which sword I want."

? ?

Shiraishi frowned slightly.

She hasn't shown Akashi any knives yet.

Akashi stood up, raised his arm hidden under the fine clothes, drew an arc and finally stopped in mid-air.

"that is