[Touken Ranbu] Changing aunts every day

In a village during the Warring States Period, there was a workshop specializing in weaving clothes. Because the crepe and jacquard weaves were excellent, the family was considered wealthy even in the village.

There is a simple family of four in the workshop, a loving couple, a well-behaved and gentle eldest daughter, and a cute and smart little boy, thus forming a happy family.

The owner of the workshop loves his wife and dotes on his children. His eldest daughter is good at weaving clothes and can hold brocade silk with her skillful hands, while the youngest son likes to wield knives and guns. He said that he wants to be a powerful warrior when he grows up. .

"When I grow up, I will be able to protect my sister and my parents."

The little boy stretched out his hand and grabbed his sister's silky long hair, and smiled so cutely that the corners of his mouth were shallow.

At that time, the girl was only six years old, and she hugged her younger brother who was slightly shorter than herself, smiling and saying hello gently.

If nothing happened later, probably, I would have been happy forever.

Then one day, the younger brother who aspired to be a samurai found a real samurai in the grove where he played every day. He was so courageous that he was not afraid of the blood of the samurai, and even took him home.

The husband and wife of the workshop are all ordinary people, but they have seen these high-ranking samurai in the daimyo city, and they are afraid for a while, and dare not take care of the injured samurai in the slightest.

However, unlike those arrogant warriors, this adult is easy-going, knowledgeable, and calm, and it is almost easy to win the admiration and respect of the whole family.

Although the eldest daughter is young, she is extremely beautiful. The samurai once said to her with a smile that she is so beautiful that she will marry a good man in the future.

Holding a bamboo knife, the boy excitedly said that he would take a warrior as his teacher, and he would be called a great warrior in the future.

The samurai rejected him with a smile, but gave him a short knife as a gift.

"Hey...was it given away by the master?" Compared with the family of four in the story, the daggers tended to pay more attention to their own kind, "He must be very sad."

The short sword is the samurai's personal protection sword, even when sleeping, it will be carried with it, until it is finally handed over to the master's descendants, or it becomes the master's self-sharpening sword.

It was very rare in that era to be given away casually like this.

Xiaoye Zuofuji, who was once sold because of the poverty of his master's family, bowed his head. This was a turning point in his blade life. Since then, the unknown dagger has become famous for its revenge stories.

Sensing the complicated emotions in his heart, Shi Yu raised his hand and pressed gently on his head, stroking his dry blue hair.

This story was originally related to revenge, but it became extra gentle just because of the presence of one more person.

Hearing the whispers of the daggers, Shigure smiled and said nothing.

This past is not such a good memory, so there is no need to tell these children too much.

She hugged Xiao Ye Zuowen gently, and continued the story in a calm tone.

Later, the village where the samurai left did not even leave his name, and the days returned to peace. The only difference is that the younger brother carried the dagger with him, and he looked forward to becoming a powerful samurai more and more.

It was the Three Dolls Festival in March. According to the custom, the girl took the doll that her mother tied up for her, followed the village witch and other girls of the same age, and went to the other side of the mountain to "let the dolls go".

That place is a bit far away, and it takes two days to go back and forth, so I will live in the temple over there for one night.

The Miko told her that there used to be a village on the other side of the mountain, but it was moved later. Not only the houses were dilapidated, but even the shrine on the mountain was left unattended.

"Then won't Lord God be lonely?"

the girl asked.

"Silly boy, how can a god be lonely? He is with his people."

The witch's words are like a beautiful lie, but the girl doesn't believe it. The gods protect the people, but the people will forget the gods. How sad is this?

On the night of the stay, she raised a lamp, quietly bypassed the other girls who were sleeping, and went up the mountain alone.

She thought that the top of the mountain would be far away, but she didn't know why she reached the top of the mountain so quickly. It was clearly in the depths of spring at that time, but the mountain was covered with white snow, a lonely and desolate scenery, especially barren.

When she arrived at the dilapidated shrine, she couldn't tell who the god was because of the age, so she simply cleaned the shrine and lit the incense.

"My lord, I seem to have heard grandma tell your story, but I was too young to remember."

"But grandma told me that if I have the opportunity to come here, I must say thank you."

She knelt in the dilapidated shrine, knelt down and saluted devoutly, her words were full of innocence and a touch of curiosity.

"Grandma was originally from this village, but later she married grandpa. She said, we are gone, but we will still love you."

The girl left the shrine, went down the mountain, and only turned her head in doubt when she returned to the house.

The wind and snow on the mountain were so heavy, why didn't she feel cold?

When the story reached a certain stage, Shi Yu seemed to be lost in memory, speechless for a while.

In a trance, it seemed that someone exclaimed in a low voice: "What a gentle god."

Shi Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, didn't he?That is such a gentle god.

What follows is almost a nightmare.

Travelers returning from a long distance, what they see in their eyes is not the warm smiles of their relatives, but a sea of ​​corpses, bleeding and drifting.

The village suffered a brutal massacre, and no one survived.

After the witch left with the girls, a group of soldiers came to the village. They said they were looking for a fugitive and asked if anyone in the village had seen him.

The villagers knew nothing about it, and the soldiers scolded them that if they hid fugitives, the lord would never forgive them lightly.

Originally, this incident was just an episode, if, if...if the group of soldiers hadn't seen the short knife on the boy's waist before they left.

The witch left the village with the screaming and crying girls. She was afraid that it was a horse thief who did evil, and she didn't even dare to enter the gate of the village.

Only the girl broke away from the team taking advantage of the chaos, rushed into a sea of ​​flames, and ran to her home.

——The nightmare, which is more terrifying than the nightmare, is the injury caused by this bloody and cruel reality.

"The soldiers questioned the family of the workshop, but they couldn't find out the whereabouts and whereabouts of the samurai. They didn't believe that the man could give the dagger as a gift, but they didn't even tell them his name."

"They used torture and even massacred the whole village in order to force out the samurai who might be hiding somewhere in the village."

"The girl's young brother was thrown to death on the rock in front of the house."

There was a dead silence in the room, and the children couldn't speak at this too frightening turn of events.

Shi Yu's expression was calm, and he continued to speak in a gentle tone: "The girl has returned home, and she has a panoramic view of everything."

"Weeping, breaking down, despairing—at last she picked up the dagger that was stuck in her father's chest and left the village."

"...Where did she go?" Hotaru lowered her eyelashes and murmured.

Shi Yu smiled slightly, and his eyes were not so much nostalgic, but more perplexed.

"She wanted revenge, and decided to dedicate her soul and allegiance to the gods in exchange for a power that could rival everything."

The girl's grandmother used to be a priestess of the gods, but because she was unwilling to be lonely, she chose the world and lost all her power as a priestess.

However, in a happy life, there are always some guilt and regret, which can never be erased.

From the very beginning of the girl's birth, her grandmother saw that she was a child with spiritual power, which made her hope to make up for everything.

God exists, but people without spiritual power cannot perceive or see him.

The girl kept her grandmother's words in mind, and even made a desperate decision to dedicate her pure and flawless soul.

She trekked a long way to the place that was once favored by the gods, and stepped on the steps up the mountain step by step, but for some reason, the steps suddenly became so long.

"Do you think I'm dirty? Do you think I'm not worthy to set foot on your territory with such hatred in my heart?"

The girl didn't shed tears, because weak tears couldn't help her. All she could do was grit her teeth and step down the invisible steps step by step.

"Grandma said that because there are wishes to be fulfilled, there are gods. However, dirty desires and prayers are not worthy of being the belief of gods."

"But, please help me, whether it is pain or sadness, please let my soul be free and melt this hatred!"

"The day when I am liberated is the day when I abandon myself. I will always be by your side and offer my loyalty and faith!"

The girl collapsed on the snow exhausted, her heart was like the wind and snow on the top of the mountain, oozing the desolate coolness little by little.

At that time, the wind on the top of the mountain was blowing so harshly, like a tarsal knife, amidst the sound of the hunting wind, there was a gentle sigh suddenly, telling the endless desolation.

She couldn't feel the coldness on the mountain, just like that night.

His outstretched hand was also warm, and he hugged her so gently, and the pleasant fragrance lingered in the tips of his clothes and hair.

He looked sympathetic, but his words were so gentle: "Silly boy, why make such an oath?"

"If you take revenge, what are you left with?"

—she has nothing left.

The girl gritted her teeth, tears fell uncontrollably, more hesitation than sadness.

——She has nothing but hatred.

He suddenly smiled slightly, the cold wind on the mountain suddenly stopped, the ice and snow melted, and green plants grew visible to the naked eye.

"If you want, you can become my people."

He hugged the girl and said softly and softly:

"My name is Lian, Fengshenlian, tell me your name."

"I will never, ever abandon my people."

"In this way, you will have me, okay?"

The author has something to say:

[From Baidu Encyclopedia]

【天目一神 (あめのまひとつのかみ), is a Japanese deity, referred to as Yimulian.As one of the gods of Tianjin, he is the son of God Hikone of Tianjin and the grandson of God Amaterasu.It is recorded in "Supplements of Ancient Words", "Nippon Shoki", and "Harima Country Fudoki". It was originally considered to be the god of wind, and there is also a saying that it is the god of blacksmithing.Yimulian can set off strong winds, destroy other people's homes, and blow people away, appearing in the form of a one-eyed dragon. 】

Yimulian looks like the fourth generation of gods.

The truth is revealed, it is indeed the Fengshen Company!In fact, if you google it, you will find that Yimulian also has the saying of "God of Blacksmithing" besides "Fengshen".In the previous article, I repeatedly emphasized the most critical foreshadowing, which is a special attribute of the aunt [Forged Knife]. As long as the materials are not reduced, the Ou Knife will be produced.Everyone speculates that Bai Yueguang may be Ebisu who is in charge of luck and wealth, but in fact, except for forging the knife, Auntie's push pictures are ordinary.

Well, this memory is actually relatively one-sided, and there are some things that will be explained clearly later.

This experience is not my aunt's first life. In this life, my aunt has been reincarnated for a long time, but for some reason, she lost her spiritual power, lost her memory, and was also full of hostility.

As for Fengshen, I don’t want my aunt to sacrifice everything I have for revenge, so I gently put forward the proposal of “Don’t be so desperate, you have nothing but revenge, you can also choose to have a Tianjin God like me”, which is considered unconscious The ground is flirting with girls =. =

In fact, I was lonely for too long, so I was so happy that I even said my name. (was photographed flying)

Therefore, Shi Yu's "Grandma" deserves her name to some extent. :)