On the degree of compatibility between Guardian Egg and Yokohama

Walking around to Suzuki Aoi from behind, Tsurumaru Kuninaga observed her expression with a smile, "It seems that I was really scared, God judge."

Seeing such a demeanor from the face of this usually expressionless judge, it is really a very good experience!In order to see more expressions on the God Judge's face, he needs to make persistent efforts to create more surprises.

The companions in Honmaru and Foxnosuke are already used to his pranks, only the rare god judge in front of him is more interesting.

Looking sideways at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who squeezed beside him, the helplessness on Yiqi Yishin's face almost overflowed: "Tsurumaru Temple..." To some extent, this tachi is more lively than his Brothers need to be more worrying.

Standing not far away, Hasebe showed a very disapproving expression towards Tsurumaru - after all, he is the judge of this Honmaru, and Tsurumaru's behavior can be said to be offensive.However, fortunately, the girl didn't take this matter to heart.

Looking at Fu Sangshen, Suzuki Aoi returned to that expressionless look.She doesn't like to be frightened, because people who are frightened will always show a gaffe, and the body's reaction is uncontrollable.

What she didn't like was this feeling of being out of control—not being able to fully control her behavior.It was rare to be so relaxed in Honmaru today, and he was attracted by the bustle in front of him, so he was so easily captured by Fu Sangshen.

The next time I come to Honmaru, it must not be like today.

Watching Suzuki Aoi carefully, Tsurumaru Kuninaga saw the change in Suzuki Aoi's attitude.The girl in front of her broke away from a completely relaxed state, and became as cold and tense as before.

As Fu Sangshen who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he certainly knows that small pranks that are not too much can shorten the distance between people-or it is not a prank at all, but just a heartwarming relationship between friends. It's just a joke.

But obviously, the interrogator and them are still far from the kind of partnership that can be played freely. His behavior today may have crossed the line and had the opposite effect.

It was obvious that the judge was so relaxed just now, as if he wanted to enjoy the banquet wholeheartedly—and he seemed to have messed up this matter.

Thinking of this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga stretched out his hand and touched the back of his head, as if he was thinking of a divine remedy.

But before he could speak, Suzuki Aoi said first: "Mr. Tsurumaru, I don't like this kind of scare."

"If you are willing to treat me as a colleague and treat each other with respect, then please stop doing similar things to me."

If you are a god judge who has a master-slave contract with the swords, then tolerating the behavior of the swords is part of the responsibility and obligation of the master.But now they are completely equals, so neither is responsible for each other's actions.

After finishing speaking, Suzuki Aoi nodded slightly to the Fusangshen: "I'm sorry, I spoiled your interest." This was not her original intention, and she should have left from the beginning, instead of coming to the banquet at the invitation of Mikazuki Zongjin.

She was their colleague, not their peer—the gulf between them was insurmountable.Gods need to learn how to get along with humans, and vice versa, and this is what Aoi Suzuki needs to learn as a god judge.

Looking around at the fusangshen at the banquet venue, Suzuki Aoi felt that it was no longer suitable for her to stay here, and after expressing her apology, she turned around and planned to leave.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's prank is something she is not willing to accept, but at the same time it is indeed her fault to disturb the interest of Fusangshen to enjoy the flowers-even if it is not her original intention.Apology is also derived from this.

But before he could take the step, the loose coat hem of his uniform was pulled by someone.

Turning sideways, she met Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes.

"Sorry." The white-haired and haughty crane smiled at Suzuki Aoi, with an unprecedented serious expression on his face: "Obviously I am the one who should apologize. If colleagues get along, I am the one who needs to leave." Bar."

It is he who blurs the boundary between the master and the god judge—it's ridiculous, as gods born from objects, they yearn for freedom.But the nature of being utensils makes them subconsciously look for the eyes of the 'master', hoping to be used by others.

In fact, breaking the contract between the owner and the utensil is definitely not something that can be easily done by either the judge or Fu Sangshen.

As humans, god judges need to give them absolute trust, while Fusangshen, who are artifacts, have to fight against their instincts that they want to be used.

In front of the master, only the Fu Sangshen are qualified to act like a spoiled child unscrupulously.In front of colleagues, the way of getting along needs to be changed-the sword in Honmaru has not been adjusted, just like Tsurumaru Kuninaga, just like these lively little knives.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga let go of the hand that was impolitely holding the opponent's sleeve, and said softly: "This is the practice that belongs to the fate of the dead. Please give us a little time."

Give them time to adjust to true freedom.

"Hahaha, grandpa, I don't think it's a disappointment at all." Mikazuki Zongjin walked up to Suzuki Aoi, and looked at the girl in front of him with an elder-like tolerant gaze.

The handsome young man who claimed to be a grandfather smiled and said, "We just look young, but we are actually a group of old men." Just looking at his demeanor, he really has an aura of retirement.

"Everyone is looking forward to your participation in this banquet, god judge." Fu Sangshen tilted his head, and the golden tassels in his hair swayed with his movements: "After all, you are the only young man present, hahahaha .”

Others, even a small knife, are just acting like a baby with a cute shell.

"It's very fresh, this feeling." Looking away, Sankaiyue focused on the cherry blossom tree not far away, "If you have time, please come to Honmaru to accompany our group of old grandpas."

He stretched out his hand and caught the pink petals swirling down from the air.

"Look, the flowers are blooming."

Suzuki Aoi turned her gaze away from Mikazuki Munechi's palm, and slightly raised her head to look at the Manyozakura blooming not far away.Layers upon layers of petals are competing to bloom, and it must be dizzying to walk in and see, and I don’t know which one to focus on.

She seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming—a tiny, vital rustling.

What makes the Manyozakura in Honmaru different from other cherry trees is that it grows from the soil rich in spiritual energy.There is a little bit of golden light like a firefly at the stamen, which is the spiritual power condensed by the cherry tree.

For a moment, the whole tree seemed to be surrounded by fireflies.A gust of wind blows, and the pink petals slowly fall with golden light spots.The air is also filled with the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.

"Wow! It's finally in full bloom!" No longer surrounded by Suzuki Aoi, the little knives ran towards the cherry tree, and some even jumped on the branches, trying to tie the red ribbon with their wishes on the highest point .Of course they wanted to drag Suzuki Aoi to run together, but the atmosphere before was a bit stiff, and it was not suitable for such behavior at this moment.

Seeing this, Yiqi Yizhen slightly nodded at Suzuki Aoi, and then followed behind the knives to ensure their safety.

Mikazuki Zongjin stretched out his hand towards Suzuki Aoi, and in his palm lay a piece of red silk that was one finger wide.

"Write down your wishes and tie them on the branches of Manyyezakura, and the gods will respond to your expectations." Smiling, Fu Sangshen, whose eyes seemed to be rising like a new moon, said to Suzuki Aoi: "Do you have any wishes?"

After receiving the red silk, Suzuki Aoi raised her head slightly and looked at the young man—the person in front of her was a god.And this sentence... is the promise of the gods.