[Touken Ranbu] Changing aunts every day

"Is everything here?" Shi Yu took a knife to check one by one. Today's brats are extraordinarily quiet, honestly lined up in a row for her to count.

"I have already sent a message to the government, but I haven't received any rescue for a while. During this time, I would like to trouble you all to stay in the main pill as much as possible, and don't move around at will, causing space distortion."

Shi Yu sighed in his heart. In fact, this era is at the peak of faith. Years of endless wars have made people believe in gods more devoutly, so it is okay for a while.

——The trouble is that after the end of the war, the rapid decline of the belief in the gods and the collapse of the law ushered in the Dharma-ending Era.

"If you can't play, let's continue as usual. It's a small holiday. Everyone have a good rest."

Shi Yu's smile is as gentle as ever, but in the past, he only felt that the smile was extraordinarily kind, but now it seems to be full of vicissitudes, carrying the past and years that no one knows.

#Our Lord is a man with a story. #

Shi Yu didn't know that her own bear child forced her to add drama to her, and now her mental age is getting older day by day, seeing her Anada is full of the warmth of an old couple instead of the heart of a pink girl, it is really sad .

At this time, Honmaru is in the winter scene, the sky is full of snow and the heart is chilling, and the eyes are covered with silver, but it looks extraordinarily bleak and lonely.

Shigure was wearing "Xiaoguang's Prayer" and walked slowly in the snow holding Akita Toshiro's hand.

Honmaru and Shigure's spiritual power is bound, as long as she doesn't die or take the initiative to cut off Honmaru's contract, no one can take this land from her.

The size of the Honmaru was mostly planned according to the spiritual power of the God-inspector. Now that it has been more than a year, Shigure has gradually stopped suppressing his spiritual power, and the size of the Honmaru is almost comparable to that of a small town.

Although the development is very limited, if you want to go for a walk or find a quiet mountain forest like Yamabuku Kunihiro for meditation practice, it is also easy to do.

"Xiaoguang's Prayer" is a set of pure white Northland winter military uniforms, from the hat to the military boots are all white as the bottom, painted with golden patterns of griffins and shields, plush and leather, simple and elegant, but warm and neat .

White gloves, white military boots, she seems to be dyed the color of winter snow, she is wearing a fluffy waistcoat, the top is fixed with a golden girdle, but the hem of the back is long to the calf, which is more majestic and dignified.

Her flaxen-colored long hair was naturally loose, and the hair on the sideburns was braided into loose tails with white ribbons. The whole person was like a ray of light at dawn, lazy but bright.

Akita Fujishiro is a shy and shy child. Because he seldom goes out in his career as a blade, he is very interested in the scenery of the outside world and longs for every opportunity to go out and see the world.

He has a pair of beautiful blue-purple eyes, like the dreamy sky in a fairy tale, which is not inferior to the beauty of Sanriyue Zongjin.

He is a child as pure as the sky, but in his purity he carries the danger of a dagger——

Just like how he would purse his lips and smile and say "you are careless" on the battlefield, he and Wuhu Tui often have a clarity and exquisiteness that ordinary people can't match.

——Short knives are small and small, and are used for close combat. Because the power disparity is not as good as that of Taidao and Dadachi, they are more used to aiming at the weak points and fatal points of others.

The boy found a breakthrough innocently and curiously. He raised his head, his blue eyes still clear and clean:

"Master, what happened to the story of the girl and Fengshen?"

Shi Yu tilted his head slightly, flaxen hair hanging on his temples, adding a three-point gentle charm:

"Is Akita curious about this story?"

"Well, it's a beautiful experience." The little dagger pursed his lips and smiled, and said simply, "I want to tell my brothers."

"Because that seems to be a story as beautiful as a dream."

—Yes, as beautiful as a dream, as fragile as a dream.

Shi Yu smiled slightly, and said, "Actually, this story has no turmoil, and it may be very simple."

"It's just soft because of the existence of gods."

Shi Yu calmly told the second half of the story.

The girl grew up day by day, and under the guidance and protection of the gods, she became a powerful witch. She was almost perfect, no matter in terms of strength or manner.

—but only almost.

Without getting rid of hatred for a day, she endured the pain of nightmares every night, and the sorrows of the past never gave her half of the happiness.

But in the same way, the fetters between her and the gods gradually deepened in the long-term relationship, gradually surpassed everything, and gradually became inseparable.

The girl is a long-lasting person, but also a fickle person, because she sees too clearly and can regard birth, old age, sickness and death as ordinary, so she can endure the reincarnation and the pain of breaking up and parting.

Will be infected by hatred, but because they can't look away from "impermanence", but they themselves paradoxically look away from "usual".

The god is gentle, gentle and merciful, and as time goes by, he has become the most yearned-for girl.

"Get rid of the uncleanness and shackles in your heart, and I will return to your side and never leave again."

As she said this, she saw the reluctance in the eyes of the gods. If he asked to keep her, even if he violated the oath of revenge, she would stay for him.

But that overly gentle god, knowing that she is hard and lonely, knowing that she may be attached to the mortal world and never return, but still smiled and said: "Go early and return early."

"Protect yourself."

"Nothing is more important than your life."

The journey of revenge was full of darkness, and she knew that her hands must be stained with blood, so she asked doubtfully:

"Won't you stop me? Stop my evil?"

But he just smiled and stroked her long hair, and said softly: "No, you are a good boy."

——He is a good boy who subconsciously regards revenge as a crime.

——Yimulian believes in her choice, and believes that she will always be a good child.

The girl went down the mountain with a dagger, left the peaceful and beautiful God Realm, left the God she respected and loved, and embarked on the inevitable road of revenge.

She wanted to stab the dagger into the enemy's heart, just like pulling the dagger from her father's heart.

However, when she got to the bottom of the mountain, she realized that the vicissitudes of life have changed suddenly, and everything is not as good as before after only ten years away.

The two forces were hostile, and one defeated the other. With the disappearance of the town, the lord's rule was overthrown by the warriors.

So her only enemy was the samurai, the one who had brought them hope and laughter, and turned them into destruction and despair in the blink of an eye.

—her poor brother adored him to his death.

The samurai is no longer a samurai, he has become a famous and loved person, and the people praise him, saying that he is a wise king rarely seen in a hundred years, because he has brought prosperity and peace.

In ten years, he has another child, who will be five years old, smart, kind and lovely.

—just like her brother.

The girl came to the city ruled by the samurai, walked through the busy streets, passed through the smiling common people, and looked at the little boy two by two across a long street.

As the son of the city lord, the little boy was not arrogant. He smiled at her with cute dimples on his face, as if he could squeeze out honey.

She also smiled, the smile was gentle, tired, and sad, and she didn't know if it was for herself or for him.

"Sister, your hairpin is so beautiful. I've never seen blue flowers before." The little boy looked at the bouquet on her head innocently and curiously, and praised.

"Really?" She said in a calm tone, unable to hear any emotion, the short knife was hidden under the sleeve, but it did not come out of its sheath.

The boy hesitated for a moment, hesitated and said expectantly: "Can you sell me the hairpin? It's so beautiful. I want to give it to my mother as a gift."

She took off the hair flower and handed it to the boy. Under his delighted eyes, she took out the dagger in her sleeve and handed it to him together.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "Flowers are given to beauties, swords are given to heroes, and this knife is given to your father, okay?"

"Good knife!" The little boy has been familiar with swords since he was a child, and he is very good at appreciating swords. He smiled and said sweetly, "Sister is so kind, but I can't take your things for nothing."

The little boy digged all over his body, took out all the money, shook his head and said: "Is this enough? If it's not enough, I'll go back and get it. I still have some Nianyu that my father gave me!"

She looked at the silver taels that the boy eagerly handed over, lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Enough."

The little boy took the dagger and flowers in her hand, thanked her repeatedly, and walked back bouncingly, looking very lively and happy.

She didn't stay too long, turned around and left - it was not an ordinary flower, but a medium infused with a curse by the black witch. When the man took the dagger, the flower would bloom.

—They were all going to die, whether it was the man, or his wife, or his children.

——All evil results will eventually be rewarded.

She walked through the long street, she was alone, all the light and shadow faded like a tide, so everything was silent, as if she was the only one left in the world.

Ten years, the years have blurred her memory, and she no longer remembers what the little child who was nestled in her arms and acting like a baby looked like.

She thought of the boy's smiling face just now, which was so similar to her brother.

— Enough, enough, really enough.

She found out so desperately that even if she took revenge, she would not be able to get out of it.

So she picked a peony flower on the side of the road, turned around suddenly, and walked back quickly.

The speed is getting faster and faster, the steps are getting bigger and bigger, and in the end it is almost a trot.

She found the little boy in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion.

"Sister?" The boy looked at her who was slightly panting suspiciously, stepped forward to support her anxiously, and said, "Are you okay?"

"I just remembered something suddenly." She squatted down in front of the little boy, raised her hand, and held a delicate and fiery peony flower, "I have a more beautiful flower here."

The peony that has been frozen for time by spiritual power still contains the morning rain and dew.

It is not as precious as the flower of evil in the boy's hand, but it is indeed beautiful.

The boy looked at the flower and suddenly smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not good to ask my sister for flowers. Thank you sister for finding me a more beautiful flower."

——He is a considerate and kind child, and he didn't even say that what he was looking for was the precious and beautiful blue hairpin.

The boy returned the hairpin to her, took the short knife and peony, waved to her, and went home.

Standing alone in the wind, she watched the blue flower of evil wither in her palm, and murmured:

"...It's still returned to its original owner."

——I don't know if I'm talking about the dagger or the flower.

The author has something to say:

My aunt's wish is 【Freedom from Hatred】

She thought that wanting to get rid of was revenge, but it was only at the end of the day that she realized that revenge would make her more painful.

But in fact, she still took revenge here, and the dagger was returned to its original owner, which is equivalent to telling the samurai that I am still alive, and I know the truth of everything.

I'm afraid that until death, the other party will be terrified and uneasy.

But my aunt has set off to find the meaning of life (no)