[Touken Ranbu] Changing aunts every day

"Are you here to kill me?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, letting her cheek rest against Shi Yu's palm, and the ashes from the flames fell on her face, making the traces of tears on her face very distinct.

The curvature of the corners of her lips was shallow, but it seemed that she had exhausted her whole life's strength. Only in this way could the upward curve not fall down.

"Everyone is dead, so is it my turn?"

"The stone is full of my brother's blood, all of it..."

"I……"

"You have two options."

When Shi Yu opened his mouth, his voice was disguised and became hoarse and deep.

She gently patted the girl's head, and said calmly: "First, I will take you to find a daimyo, let him take you as a righteous daughter, have enough food and clothing, and be free from worries."

The girl closed her eyes and said nothing, Shigure said to herself:

"But you can't control your own destiny. Whether it will be used for marriage or die in troubled times in the future, no one can predict."

"Will you wish so?"

Shi Yu stood up and looked down at the girl kneeling on the ground condescendingly, her eyes were vague and not loving, she knew the end, but she was still sad.

After a long time, the girl didn't answer, and Shi Yu continued, "If you don't like this answer, then you have another choice."

"Now, get out of here, go find your god, and—"

The girl opened her eyes and raised her head to stare at her for a moment.

"Then, offer your soul and faith in exchange for the power to control your own destiny."

"Otherwise, you can only cry here, useless and make people laugh."

"So, what's your choice?"

The girl didn't hesitate, and didn't even cry anymore. The moment of hesitation just now disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She wiped her flustered cheeks with her sleeve, and gently placed the boy's body on the ground.

She lowered her head and murmured: "At least, let me bury them."

Shi Yu didn't speak, just shook his head, turned and left.

Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen, who had been holding her hand all the time, looked back at the girl who stood up slowly. At her young age, she seemed to be thinner than him in a trance.

But she didn't ask for help, nor did she ask the interrogator to stop. She just wiped away her tears and walked towards the house that was more terrifying to her than ghosts.

"My lord, where are we going?"

Maeda followed Shigure's footsteps, but still couldn't help turning his head back frequently, looking at the girl who was gradually going away.

Shi Yu kept walking, and said in a calm and authentic tone: "Kill."

Noisy noises came from outside the village. No matter which side it is, people who set foot on this territory will not give any shelter to the survivors.

They will only swing the butcher knife and become executioners.

To cover up a common secret.

The Fu Sangshen were all taken aback for a moment, and then they were stunned for a while, and murmured: "Master, forgive me, but doing this...won't it change history?"

Seeing such a scene of corpses strewn all over the field, their hearts were also burning with anger and suppressed hostility, but they never had the idea or thought of intervening to change.

Protecting history is the meaning of their existence in this world, so even if they give up the opportunity to change the tragic fate of the old master, they will not hesitate.

"History?" Shi Yu quickened his pace, and Fu Sangshen followed closely behind. Their black robes were like running water, and they even pulled out afterimages during their rapid movement.

"The result of history is—" Shi Yu drew out his sword, and met the warriors rushing out of the village with a sharp edge. Before he recovered from his shock, he heard her gentle and authentic,

"They're going to die here."

The peaceful and peaceful village turned into a hell on earth in the blink of an eye.

The fallen samurai, along with the villagers, were buried in the ashes of the flames that had consumed everything.

With a flick of his wrist, Shi Yu flicked off the blood on the blade, and put the knife back into its sheath, but his eyes still held the silent silence of Gujing.

Yiqi Yizhen raised his head in panic, but was surprised to find that the turmoil in those micro-spaces was gently smoothed by the outstretched hand of the god judge.

"...Master?" He asked softly.

Shi Yu looked back, wearing a ridiculous fox face, unable to see her expression clearly, only heard her low sigh.

—— "Don't worry, Phase [-], this place is no longer our original world."

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"His Royal Highness Suzumaru - Mr. Suzumaru - Master Suzumaru -"

Ranto Shiro turned over a bush, pouted and muttered:

"His Highness Shuzhuwan, where are you QvQ—"

The voice from the wind was soft and helpless, but the voice and tone were very similar to Shuzhuwan Hengji:

"My child, I am not counting Zhuwan Hengji, but a god living here, not the person you are looking for."

There was a slight pause when he said this, and he continued: "Although I haven't seen Fu Sangshen of the Five Swords in the World, there are a group of children similar to you at the foot of the mountain. Why don't you go and meet them?"

Luan and Yaoyan exchanged glances, and immediately said relentlessly: "You always call us children, do you know how old we are?"

The sound of the wind was sudden, and then an uncontrollable chuckle came, as if a kind and kind father saw his mischievous child: "Although I don't know the age, but it is still a child."

"Sword Kusanagi will be happy if he sees you."

A terrible idea came to Luan's mind. In the past, he might not have opened his mind like this, but he just heard such a story from the lord that left a deep impression on him not long ago.

But in order to verify his inner thoughts and avoid causing disasters by accidentally mentioning hostile gods, Luan still pretended to be willful:

"Yes, yes, I'm still young, so are all the knives at the foot of the mountain? They're all children, too?"

"Ah, yes." Nadao's voice was gentle and a little cold, not because of his temperament, but rather because he had not talked with others for a long time and gradually became difficult and indifferent.

"Since it is a scimitar rather than a straight blade, it is naturally still young. Although one of the vibrating blades is a half-straight blade, it is still a child."

"...I didn't expect to see so many children when I opened my eyes."

Ranto Shiro: "..."

Yaken Toshiro: "..."

I can't go on with this temptation! ! !

#Even the little ancestors are children? ! #

#You are old and expensive? ! ! #

#I call you an old ancestor, do you dare to answer? ! ! ! #

Luan felt that he was going to be messed up in the wind, and wanted to say something, but the man said again: "However, it's really strange."

"Today's wind is so restless, and the spiritual power in your body is from the same vein as mine, but it is different from the gods."

"Forget it, let's wait for your master for now."

Rantoshiro and Yakentoshiro retreated immediately, the five tigers retreated and put down the tiger, and the three immediately drew their swords.

— but it was too late.

They only felt that a pair of hands was slowly stretched out, gently resting on the spiritual power contract between them and the god judge like stroking strings.

—— Slight hooking.

In the next second, the three of them felt that their field of vision instantly narrowed, and the sky became extraordinarily high.

There were three crisp sounds of metal falling to the ground, and they didn't realize what had happened until they came back to their senses.

Before the spiritual power connection was broken, someone intervened in the spiritual power line of the God Inspectors and changed their forms.

——It is impossible for this to happen at all. Everyone's spiritual power is unique. Even if the high-level gods suppress the gods, there will not be such an unimpeded or even easy harmonious situation.

——It’s almost like, exactly the same spiritual power.

The man was obviously also surprised by this situation, and immediately let out a light surprise.

He struggled to change his perspective, only to find that in the next second, under the warm sky, a figure gradually appeared.

The boy-like deity was dressed in a kimono, covered with a loose robe, his snow-white hair was loosely tied up with sandalwood paper, his bangs were too long to cover half of his cheeks, and only one side of his gentle eyes could be glimpsed.

His brows are clear and handsome, his outline is soft, and his slender figure makes him look extraordinarily thin. His thin appearance seems to be melted into the sky light and early spring wind in the next second.

He lowered his head slightly and walked towards them, his coldness had not yet faded, but he smiled suddenly.

The extremely familiar smile made the Fu Sangshen slightly stunned, as if through the other person's appearance, they could glimpse some kind of warmth hidden deep in their hearts, which was similar to that of their god judges.

He said, "Sure enough, it's a child."

When the spiritual connection was touched, Shi Yu naturally felt it.

She wanted to leave this place, but she stopped because of this, and Shigure didn't know what happened until most of the swords were sealed.

[The girl's prayer awakened the sleeping god, he watched her leave the shrine tenderly, and blessed her with the blessing of the wind. ]

[Relying on the blessing of the wind god, the girl escaped the fate of being slaughtered, and watched helplessly as the warrior who came to search for this place was defeated by the ambushing soldiers. ]

[It was only then that she realized that whether it was the lord or the samurai, they were just using the lives of ordinary people like them as pawns. ]

[Using the life of a village to win a battle, the man stood on the moral high ground and hypocritically mourned for them. ]

[The girl hid in the wind god's shield and listened to the man's prayer, so the hatred was buried deep in her heart. ]

[Whether violent or hypocritical, there is no forgiveness. ]

Shi Yu hid in the dark, watched the development of the story, did not stop it, and did not disturb the track of fate.

She just looked up at the distant mountains and felt the fluctuation of his divine power, which was still as warm as in her memory.

—he said he wanted to see her.