[Touken Ranbu] Changing aunts every day

Zong Sanzuo felt that the whole world has always been a dark prison.

Eternal despair, eternal darkness, eternal... can't hope for salvation.

He is like a bird in a cage, struggling to sing until weeping blood, the bright and beautiful feathers, but the wings have been so damaged that even flying has become a luxury.

He still remembers the night when his elder brother Jiang Xue cut him off by himself.

The raging fire obliterated his face, but his expression was calm and peaceful that he had never seen before.

"Zong San, when this world turns into hell, death becomes the only thing that can be expected."

Ah, maybe that's it.

Therefore, when the woman untied the dagger, he didn't stop it.

Therefore, when Xiao Ye jumped off the knife solution pool, he didn't stop it.

Despair deeper than death is precipitated in the eyes, and the shadow cast over them covers up even the last trace of freshness.

Living is such a pain, death is a relief, what big brother said is always so reasonable.

What else is there to be happy about in such a life?

Lying in the hand room, surrounded by a lot of swords or standing or sitting around, they were silent, listening to the government explaining the new owner's information to them.

"There is no record of broken knives."

"Gentle personality, friendly to swords."

"It has a certain amount of military power, and its record is outstanding."

But so what?

The despair in Zong San's heart is not that just anyone can save him by reaching out.

In other words, since the birth of this Honmaru, the swords have never been treated kindly. How can the sadness and pain in their hearts be healed by gentle comfort?

Hearing the noisy sound from the front yard, Zong San knew that it was the new interrogator who came to take over them.

The chirping sound was like a bird, Zong San closed his eyes tiredly and resisting, not wanting to see or hear, as if he could deceive himself by doing so.

When the paper door to enter the room was opened, he seemed to hear a little hey in doubt and surprise.

"It's Zongsan, the main hall, Zongsan that Xiao Ye met."

"Second brother..."

Zong San suddenly opened his eyes, and even because of a momentary emotional turmoil, he supported his seriously injured body and sat up slightly.

Then he saw that blue-haired woman in a straight military uniform with handsome eyebrows and eyes looking at him in surprise and with a smile in her eyes.

"What a coincidence, we meet again, His Highness Zongsan Zuowen."

——Memory is like a torrent of retrospect, revealing the little light buried in the darkness before his eyes.

That Xiao Ye who was facing him across a long street, that interrogator who gently held Xiao Ye's hand, but turned around and said "don't worry" to him.

When they met again on the battlefield, Xiaoye threw the guard on him without hesitation, and blocked a knife for him.

Xiao Ye, who was so badly injured that he couldn't move, comforted him softly, saying that his master was fine and wouldn't hurt him because of it.

He didn't know why he lingered on his last breath when he regarded death as a relief.

Perhaps, just subconsciously, he didn't want to disappoint the guard that Xiao Ye threw on him.

The kid hoped he would survive.

In Zong San's life, which he thought was completely dark, it is not without a little bit of warmth.

——It’s just too little, too little, so little that I feel reluctant to even recall it.

Zong San raised his hand and pressed his sore eyes tightly, only then did he realize that at this point, the despair in his eyes could turn into tears.

Just like the elder brother and younger brother standing in front of him now, their faces remain the same, as if they were yesterday and night.

It made his dry heart ache slightly.

—————— I am the dividing line back to before my aunt went out———————

Shiyu was about to go out wearing the Liyuan Linlang series kimono that he often wore in the past, but was stopped by his own swordsmen.

"My lord~! This can't be done~! With such a weak and deceitful appearance, what if those fusangshen breed malicious intentions?"

Ranto Shiro pouted with a look of disapproval, which made Shiyu sigh inwardly.

#Aunt can’t save you anymore, Luanjun. #

#You have become a cuter girl than your aunt, but my aunt is not happy. #

#小女儿娇尊感觉重量, the transformation really went wrong, right? #

"Silly boy, those fusangshen are also you."

Shi Yu rubbed the boy's long orange hair that felt very good to the touch, and sighed,

"A man cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. Don't you know what kind of person I am? What are you worried about?"

Seeing that the plot was exposed, Ranto Shiro suddenly laughed, hugged Shigure's waist, buried and rubbed, and said coquettishly:

"Master~! Luan knows that you have a lot of beautiful clothes, and you can change your look at any time. Luan wants to see other looks of your master~!"

"Anyway, we all know the ability of the lord. There are also many non-human beings and people with supernatural powers among the god-inspectors. There are also witches and onmyojis. The lord should not hide it~!"

Shi Yu was so entangled that he had no choice but to ask, "Then what kind of drama do you want to watch?"

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Ranto Shiro made a final decision and said loudly: "Awataguchi military uniform!"

Shigure didn't have military uniforms for Awataguchi, but she still had quite a few military uniforms.

Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen is set in the Miracle Continent. Among the seven countries, the country named "Northern Land" is famous for its neutral clothing and military uniforms, and it is a country under the baptism of storms and fires.

In the end, Shi Yu was instigated by the brats and changed into a "blazing summer battlefield".

Blazing Summer Battlefield: Special costumes for senior commanders of the Northland Kingdom, equipped with active skills "Arranging Soldiers", "Using Soldiers Like Gods", and passive skills "Mountain-like Majesty".

In short, the active skills equipped with this special costume are "military law" and "command", and the passive skills are "full of majesty and trustworthiness".

To a certain extent, wearing this outfit to meet those hurt Fusangshen is indeed more suitable than the usual gentleness.

The entire military uniform is only black and white, and at first glance, it does have a slight resemblance to Awataguchi's military uniform.

Buckled long-sleeved military uniform, tight skirt, black leather boots, leather gloves, and a military cap inlaid with silver emblems.

A head of water-colored long hair similar to that of Yiqi Yiqi without any hair accessories, hanging down, slightly messy but also heroic and neat.

Shi Yu was wearing such a military uniform, with a pure black coat with silver chains on his shoulders, and just walked out of the room, almost all the Fusangshen were dumbfounded.

#女版一个一次一次? #

#Change aunts every day! #

#From Ji Jun to general, you only need to change clothes with one click! #

So during the journey from Honmaru to other people's Honmaru, the Awataguchi sword faction and the Okita group sword faction have been arguing whether the military uniform or the haori is better.

Shi Yu felt that it didn't matter what kind of clothes she wore. The biggest function of controlling these clothes was actually to allow her to hide her identity and ensure that she would not get into trouble.

On the 78th, the god judges of Honmaru were killed by Yiqi Yizhen, who fell into the dark. After the contract was broken, the government personnel could not rush to treat them, so now all the wounded swords are gathered in the hand room.

When he opened the paper door to enter the room, Shi Yu could feel that Xiao Ye, who was holding his hand, froze slightly, and then he squeezed her hand tightly.

"Second brother..."

When Shi Yu saw Zong Sanzuo who suddenly sat up, even though the fluctuation of spiritual power had been cut off, those eyes were really impressive.

Facing Zong Sanzuo's eyes, she naturally showed a kind smile of an old grandmother:

"What a coincidence, we meet again, His Highness Zongsan Zuowen."

#Don't make trouble, wait until you are seventy and eighty to come and smile kindly. #

#Did you not take your medicine again today? #

Before taking over Diablo Honmaru, Shigure thought over and over what kind of attitude he should use to treat them?

Gentle and considerate?Careful?Indifference?

— It seems that neither is quite right.

"It's not that there are no judges who approach these fusangshen who are on the verge of dark fall with a big and fearless heart of fraternity."

"But there are very few who can succeed."

——Because my younger brother was maliciously smashed with a knife, he fell in the dark in the first episode.

——Because of the death of California Qingguang, Yamato kept the peace and devoured the Lord.

——Because Hotaru was seriously injured and went out of battle and was broken, Aizen Kunitoshi and Akashi Kuniyuki rebelled against the lord.

Document after document, message after message, all clearly told Shi Yu a truth that couldn't be more obvious.

Even if there is nostalgia for the god judge because of the spiritual power contract, the true companion of the swords is always the sword.

Whether it is admiration or respect for the god judge, it is all based on being treated kindly. Once a companion is injured by the god judge, even if they will be backlashed by the contract, they will take up their own knives.

"The one who can save them has never been the judge."

Shi Yu let go of his hand, the tongue of fire licked the paper, in the arms of the hot flame, Shi Yu watched them burn to ashes bit by bit.

The deep bond between swords and swords.

How can human beings interfere?

Shi Yu's bright eyes, which reflected the firelight, were slightly bent, and the shimmering water color was filled with a happy smile.

"very nice."

Even if she is a hundred years later, these children will be able to support each other, cling to each other, and in the bonds and fetters of connection, they will walk hand in hand towards the eternity that swords should have.

"It's nice that I'm not necessary in their lives."

"You say so? Your Highness Sanriyue."

The man in the dark blue hunting coat covered his lips with his sleeves, and the golden crescent moon was reflected in his sky-like eyes. He smiled, gentle, transparent, noble and pitiful.

"Sometimes, I really feel that Ji Jun is a sword like us."

It's as if a long time has passed, and I have felt the feeling of the cold blade piercing the flesh and blood, and the feeling of warmth in an instant.

In Sanri Yue Zong's heart, there was suddenly such a faint, tender pity.

He looked at the girl in front of him, as if the bright moon was hanging high overlooking the majestic earth, time and time were like water, like this every year, only the moonlight was still bright.

"How much pain did Ji Jun go through to become what he is now?"

Time cuts off your human selfishness, erases all the intersections between you and others, dyes you the color of a god, and embellishes you with the tranquility and tranquility like a white chrysanthemum.

The soul seems to be sunk into the bottom of the well and washed repeatedly, and finally you get such a clear glass-like you.

It is said that Sanri Yue Zongjin is the most "divine" of all Fusangshen.

But San Riyue felt that he was far inferior to the "Ji Jun" in front of her.

The divinity of San Riyue is a kind of cold indifference like a blade, a calmness that does everything according to his heart, and there are very few things that he can put in his heart.

And the divinity of the girl in front of her is really like a god sympathizing with the kindness of the world, inclusive of everything, everything she gives, and she does not expect others to return things of equal value.

Tender mercy.

But it's also scary, isn't it?The Ji Jun who treated them tenderly, thoughtfully and meticulously, had already seen the end of the separation in those eyes as wide as the sky.

Even subconsciously, without knowing it, they are paving a more distant retreat for them.

Then fade out of their lives.

Calm and elegant.

Even when he exits the stage, he will exhaust his elegance.