[comprehensive] review face into a mystery

Standing up from the steamy hot spring, I looked down at the naked body. The large scars that began to spread on the collarbone, which resembled hands and feet, had faded a lot. Although it was still easy to detect with the naked eye, it was better than It was much better in the beginning.

Wrapping the body with a large bath towel on one side, and then unwrapping the towel that wrapped the hair, the inquisitor stood in front of the big mirror and slowly dried the water droplets on the body, then picked up the changed clothes and put them on.

In front of the corridor of her own room, her footsteps paused for no other reason, but she saw a crane holding a small wine bottle and looking up at the full moon.

Sensing her arrival, He Can's golden eyes rolled, and a faint smile spread across his face.

"Yo, do you want to come and accompany the crane?"

Sitting down beside Tsurumaru, the judge followed his example and raised his head to the moonlit night sky.

"Gudu", he took a big sip of wine, and then let out a hearty "ha".

Eyes fixed on her exposed skin, he spoke.

"It seems to have faded a lot."

The judge touched his arm upon hearing this. "Indeed, it will disappear in half a month."

"Oh? That's pretty good." Tsurumaru's tone was not as happy as his words. "After all, it is very hard for the short swords to hold back tears and talk to you every time."

, "Even Zhenzai will cry secretly when she comes back sometimes, what a headache."

There was a wry smile on the lips of the judge. "Is that so... Everyone is pretending to be in front of me, right?"

After putting on new clothes that day, even though the panic of Chaos and the first stage was only momentary, it was still captured by the meticulous observer. Zhuojiao said that she wanted to sleep with her, but the look in her eyes was still deeply engraved in her mind.

"These half a month, it's still a headache for you? I really did a..." The following words were forcibly interrupted because Tsurumaru roughly covered her mouth.

"Let me tell you...why do you always think that way?" Tsurumaru's voice sounded extremely helpless. "The guys here, none of them will feel a headache because of that reason, instead they will be too happy."

"Because you are slowly showing us your past, which means something that every fusangshen expects."

Seeing that the judge looked confused again, Tsurumaru scratched his short white hair.

"It's just that we will feel sad. For you."

"For us knives, any mission or responsibility is actually nothing."

"What we value most is only you, our current master, the one who shows us where the tip of the knife should be directed."

Saying so, he took another sip of his wine.

Hearing what he said, the judge showed a dazed expression, but this time, the confusion was cleared away.

"Hmm..." She made a muffled voice. "Does Tsurumaru feel sad too?"

Hearing her question, Tsurumaru laughed heartily.

"Of course, I'm so sad that I want to change history."

Such a dangerous speech, the judge just laughed it off. At this time, the so-called duty of maintaining history seems to be left behind-that is impossible.

"My fate cannot be changed, so let's give up at this point." She said cruel words with a smile. "If it's someone else's history that you want to change, I might be able to help."

The lips were pinched by Tsurumaru again, and Tsurumaru's face suddenly got very close, and the faint smell of alcohol rushed towards his face.

"It's better not to say such cruel words." He whispered, and only let go after the judge nodded in compromise.

This topic is no longer brought up, so it is debunked.

"Speaking of which, you look really thin like this." Tsurumaru made such a statement after looking around the whole body of the God Judge.

"Obviously Tsurumaru is also very thin." Hearing what the judge said, Tsurumaru rolled up his sleeves directly to his shoulders, and stretched them out in front of the judge.

"I'm called lean, but the muscular lines are still pretty, huh?"

Probably because he didn't expect him to praise himself without hesitation, the judge smiled and shook his head, mistaking her reaction for disbelief. Tsurumaru puffed up his face slightly, and pulled her hand from the deltoid muscle to the brachioradialis muscle. "You always believe me after touching it?"

The judge thought that he probably really got drunk, nodded his head as affirmation of his words, Tsurumaru happily let go of her hand.

"Hey... when will I find a way to give you a little treat? It's not good to be too thin." The white crane sighed.

"If it's a super-big rice ball like the one you taught Umaru, let me refuse?"

Tsurumaru, who was teased by the judge, was still grinning.

"How could that be?" He smiled nicely. "Of course I will give you the best."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, really drunk.

"Oh, are you wondering if I'm really drunk?"

The judge who had thought this way just now was immediately taken in by Tsurumaru.

The latter changed the subject indifferently.

"Speaking of which, you have always had a question about me, right?"

"Because I have always shown a strange and familiar attitude towards some of your actions."

"However, you have no memory of 'Tsurumaru Kuninaga'."

These questions have indeed been buried in the mind of the examiner, not to the point of confusion, but if there is a chance, she still hopes to know something from Tsurumaru's mouth, so she nodded honestly.

"This is a rather long story."

There used to be such a knife, which hastily became a killing weapon when it was just forged and before it was given a name.

At that time, all swords and swords in the city were temporarily confiscated. Whether it was short swords, wakizashis, katanas, or Taidaos, all Japanese swords were confiscated. Look for the spy from the knives he is carrying, but in fact, these knives are only used to complete a sacrifice.

Using these knives of different sizes and types, they continuously pierced through the body of the female sacrifice, killing her again and again, and taking her away again after her vitality recovered a little.

And there is such a knife that pierces through the woman's heart during the "killing" that lasts for a week to harvest the life force of the woman. When no one knows, the gurgling blood flowing from the heart soaks the knife. Every inch, therefore, has been "altered" in some way.

And this sword was finally returned to the hands of his swordsmith. The swordsmith named Gojo Kuninaga didn't know the experience of his own sword. He was glad that the sword he forged hard did not have any accidents, so he named it "Crane" Marukunei".

"When I was first awakened by you as Fusangshen, I didn't have such a memory." Tsurumaru shook the almost empty wine bottle, looked up at the moon and said so.

"But I do dream occasionally, and broken memories slowly creep into my mind."

"The longer the time, the more memories are filled in. In addition to the week that killed you, your own memories also flooded into my mind."

The judge sighed. "No wonder, you told me that story on the cherry blossom tree before."

"But a few days ago, because of the flower you gave Zhenzai, I finally remembered it completely." The permission to sleep with the feathered headdress of euphyllum.

"My memories of being with you, and what I should have, are part of your memories."

"That's it..." The god judge responded lightly. "But, I still can't remember you."

"My heart has been destroyed a lot during the sacrifices... I have never cared much about the memory of this..." The god judge who said so was suddenly hugged by Tsurumaru's shoulders, and the latter took advantage of the situation Leaning Baibai's head on her shoulder.

"Well, there's no need for you to remember." Tsurumaru's words were full of smiles, but the present posture judge couldn't see his facial expressions, so she couldn't be sure that Tsurumaru who spoke with a smile was Not really laughing. "It's fine for me to remember things like this."

She could only reach out her hand and stroked Tsurumaru's soft hair. The latter was taken aback, but leaned on her shoulder and laughed tremblingly.

"No, if you are so gentle with the crane..."

"The crane will want to fly away with me, right?" He followed Tsurumaru's words politely, and then laughed at the same time.

"Ahh..." Tsurumaru sighed. "Being able to explain everything clearly to you like this makes me feel a lot easier."

"However, there is one last thing to do."

"Huh?" With a light shoulder, when the judge subconsciously turned his head to look at Tsurumaru, the mask on his face was also taken off by Tsurumaru.

Tsurumaru stared closely at the exposed face of the examiner, with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

"Sure enough, it's exactly the same as I remember."

Originally, he only had a vague idea of ​​the face of the God-inspector, and he had a general idea of ​​what it looked like. Only after seeing it today can he be sure that it is indeed the right face.

When the god judge was taken off his mask, he was just stunned for a moment, and nodded Tsurumaru's forehead. "If you want to see it, just tell me directly, why make a surprise attack."

"Hey, are you scared by me?" Tsurumaru showed a mischievous smile, and the judge poked his forehead more and more helplessly.

"Yes--congratulations to Tsurumaru Kuninaga for finally achieving his long-cherished wish and successfully scaring his master."

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Tsurumaru finally fell to the floor laughing while holding the mask of the god judge. The god judge kicked him childishly, but he just turned sideways to avoid it and continued haha Laughing.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, he sat up abruptly, and covered the face of the god interrogator with the mask in his hand. When the god interrogator was about to ask him what was going on again, the sound of the candlestick cut It came from a distance behind her.

"Mr. Crane—don't bother the lord—"

Turning his head, Candekiri and Taiko Bell came over.

"Yiyi, Mr. Crane, you didn't fill the master with wine?" Taiko Bell immediately noticed the small wine bottle in Tsurumaru's hand, and vigilantly took the hand of the judge to stay away from Tsurumaru.

Tsurumaru's face was full of helplessness. "Hey Zhenzi, you make me sad too."

"Tch——Mr. Tsuru doesn't care if Master is well—" Taiko Bell's ruthless words knocked the sitting Tsurumaru down to the floor.

"Xiaozhen..." Zhu Keqie also showed a helpless smile, and then pulled up the crane that was pretending to be dead. "But my lord, Mr. He did not do anything rude, did he?"

"Hikari! Even you...!" Tsurumaru protested. "My lord, quickly prove He's innocence to them!"

"Huh? Didn't you just laugh happily because you succeeded in scaring me?" the judge said in a daze.

……………………… She is actually taking revenge on me.

Now, the expressions of Taiko Bell and Candlestick Kiri really changed.

Facing the god judge, all kinds of gentle young swordsmen and short swordsmen turned their backs and showed terrible smiles at Tsurumaru.

Tsurumaru, who was forcibly taken away, quietly turned his head at the last moment, and silently mouthed a word.

——It's great to meet you.

The author has something to say: yesterday's poor state lasted until the morning

But it's back to normal now :D

The connection between Tsurumaru and Aunt is revealed in this chapter

With such a mood, think about the performance of the crane before

Maybe get a better understanding of his psychology?

If only the little angels could feel that the story of meeting their aunt is a good thing (shameless

It was supposed to be released at a later date

But my family's crane has already come to the No. [-] machine to urge me. It's terrible.

So it's better to let him play handsome earlier 233333

Also there are some comments I really... don't know how to respond to...

I also don't like to respond to some comments with similar content, I feel that I am perfunctory

So if I don't reply, please take it as the author's brain is so bad that he doesn't know what to say.

That's it, have a good day