[comprehensive] review face into a mystery

There was a faint smell of amazake in the whole room, and the inquisitor who was in it looked as if he was used to it, and quickly flipped through the daily official documents as usual.

Leaning on the door and leaning against the soft cushion, Fudo Xingguang had a drunken blush on his face, hiccupping while looking at the scenery in Honmaru without focus, the only sound in the whole room was his occasional belching.

This state has been going on for half a month. At that time, when the judge announced that Fudo would be his servant, all the fusangshen, especially the Fusangshen who had made Oda Nobunaga's knives, were quite a bit embarrassed. Uneasy, after all, Fudo has been wallowing in the past and unwilling to get out, and it is inevitable to worry about conflicts between him and the judge.

But things are not as bad as they thought.

In other words, the calm was beyond their imagination.

At least in their secret observations, the god judges took the action of taking Fudo as a close attendant, but did not impose any restrictions on him. Fudo was also very honest with the god judges, so he just stayed there drinking, even He is a close servant, but there is no sign of getting closer to the God-inspector——

Is it really?

"Is it really of any use to just drink to myself?" Zong San, who came to the interrogator's office with the newly delivered documents, couldn't help but speak when he saw that he was still so motionless. He didn't care too much. A nosy person, but this really made him a little bit uncomfortable.

Fudong just glanced at him with a drunken eye, turned his head away and continued to drink amazake.

"Thank you, Zongsan." The interrogator left his seat and went forward to take the document in Zongsan's hand. "The next battle will be thanks to you."

Zong San still had the task of going out to the battle today, so he came here wearing the battle uniform. Hearing the words of thanks from the judge, a gentle and gentle smile appeared on his pale and beautiful face. "Bringing you victory is our mission, and we can't talk about hard work or hard work."

The blue-green pupils glanced at him, who was still hiccupping, and he frowned slightly. "However, you don't want to..." His eyes turned to the face of the judge, and he found that she gently put his index finger on her own lips. Zong San was stunned for a moment, and then a helpless look appeared on his face. Nodding lightly, Zong San, who said nothing more, left the room.

Fudo let out a soft "hum" towards Zong San's leaving back, and then made a sound on his own.

"Don't move the light, 99 rounds—" "Renzhong Goro Zuo Yuzuohou." The voice of the young man in front was slightly drunk and loud, and the voice of the girl behind was gentle and quiet, but it didn't seem abrupt when he answered it, as if it had been carried out Same many times, strangely harmonious.

Fudong finally turned his head to look at the judge, a very shallow smile appeared on his face, it was only a momentary thing, he quickly went on sipping amazake in silence, and the god who answered The reporter also sat back in her seat as usual and continued her work.

"It's almost time, go change your clothes." In the room that had been quiet for a long time, the judge suddenly said so.

Hearing her words, Fufufu looked up at the clock hanging in the room, muttered "Got it", then threw the empty amazake jar into the trash can and walked out of the room.

The sound of footsteps sounded again 10 minutes later. After changing out of the uniform and wearing the battle uniform, Fudong returned to the room of the judge. He had already put down his pen and stood at the door, waiting for the judge who did not move. He bent down slightly, first Refastened his tie, buttoned the crooked buttons neatly, and finally tore off the white hair rope that tied his long hair so casually, and helped him comb it again.

He didn't move during the whole process, just lowered his eyes and let her fiddle with it, but he didn't show any resistance.

"Okay." With the tension of the hair rope, the action of the judge came to an end.She stood in front of the immovable, looked at it again and then nodded with satisfaction. "Let's go to Yaoyan, the other short knives that are about to go out should have been assembled."

He raised his eyes and sneered.

"I don't understand you, let me be the captain with this useless knife."

"Then you don't need to understand, go ahead." The judge took it very calmly and patted his immobile back. researched.

When the short knives who went to the second floor of Ikeda House came back, the interrogator standing at the door to greet him was stunned, because Fudo was brought back by Yaoken, and the clothes that were neatly arranged before going out to battle are now damaged Many, many bloody wounds can be seen through the cut, retreating behind the two of them, sobbing and hitting the ground, there are also some injuries on the body, but it is not as serious as not moving.

Only the two of them were injured in the entire team, and the other short knives were fine.

Let Yaoyan send Fudong to the room first, and the interrogator listens to the words of retreating who volunteered to stay and give her a report first.

"I, when we were about to find the enemy's main formation, we were ambushed by the enemy. My sword outfit was shattered, and then... Mr. Fudo blocked a knife for me in order to protect me. He was injured before. ... Well, Brother Yaoyan decided to return to this pill afterwards. Yes, I'm sorry, my lord...it's all my fault." The more he talked, the more he cried, and he was gently embraced by the interrogator.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are safe and sound, it's okay, retreat." Gently comforting the retreating interrogator, he wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks with his hands. "But I'm going to pay for it first, and you may have to wait a while, okay?"

Tui nodded obediently with tears in his eyes, and then gently took the hand of the interrogator. "My lord, Mr. Fudo...is a very good person..." He said hesitantly.

The judge froze for a moment, then smiled. "I know, he's fine."

When he came to the hand-entry room, Yao Yan was standing at the door waiting for the interrogator, and when he saw her coming, he immediately went up to meet her.

"General, I have given him preliminary treatment, and I will leave the rest to you."

"Excuse me, Yaken. How's his mental state?"

Yaoyan shook his head. "The injury is a bit serious, and the consciousness has fallen into a coma, and I won't be able to wake up for about a while."

"I understand." As the interrogator said, he pushed open the door and was about to go in.

"Ah, General." At this time, Yao Yan remembered something again, and called out to call the God Judge, who turned to look at him. "If Xing Guang said something in his confusion, you... don't take it to heart."

"...Hmm." The judge was silent for a while, and then calmly agreed, walked into the room, closed the door, and blocked Yao Yan from looking at her.

——There is always a bad feeling.

Yao Yan glanced at the direction of the hand entering the room for the last time, and was going to give back and do some preliminary treatment.

Momo lay there, eyes tightly closed, eyebrows tangled together, as if he was having some disgusting dream.

The god judge knelt down beside him, fetched the hand tools, pulled out his body knife that was damaged in many places, and quietly started the hand work for him.Perhaps it was the effect of the hands-on effect that quickly manifested, and the ugly expression on Fudo's face gradually faded, becoming calm and relaxed, as if he had entered a peaceful dream.

When most of the repair work on the blade was completed, Fudo uttered a slight raving, but the volume was too low for the examiner to hear clearly.She didn't care much about it, and continued with the work in her hands until——

"Nobunaga... Ranmaru..."

"If... then you can... woo..."

She got it.

"Huh? You said, you want to join hands with me, a useless sword?" Dongfu, who was still drinking in the room of the judge, showed an expression of disbelief when he first heard what the judge said.

"Well, yes." The judge ignored his expression and said seriously. "If you beat me, I'll give you a gift you want."

"Hmph, the gift I want? Don't be kidding..." Fudong raised his head and took a big sip of wine.

"Then you agree?"

"Is there no reason not to agree?"

With that being said, the judge and Fudo came to the Shuhe room, because today the Shuhe room was arranged by other Fusangshen, so it was not empty. Seeing the arrival of the judge and Fudo, many Fu Sangshen was quite surprised.

"My lord! Are you here to see the results of the training?" Urashima, who was sitting there watching the fight between Gu Gu and Nanwei, jumped up happily after seeing the figure of the God Judge, with a big smile on his face .

The judge shook his head. "I'm here to fight with you, so I have to trouble you to wait for a while."

Urashima's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at the interrogator, and then at the person next to her, with a grim expression on his face.The voice of the judge was not loud, but the Fu Sangshens stopped training one after another when she came in. When she was speaking, everyone stopped, so all the Fusangshen present listened. Cleared up.

Urashima patted himself on the head, said "I see", and then rushed out of the hand, probably to call other Fusangshen.The judge didn't stop him, and calmly walked into the space that everyone had vacated for them.When Fudo was about to take down a wooden dagger for practice from a wooden shelf on the side, what the interrogator said not only stunned him, but also all Fusangshin present.

"Let's compete with real knives." When Fufu frowned and wanted to turn around and say something to her, he saw 'self'.

The tip of the short knife, which was exactly the same as his own, was pointing at him.But his body knife was obviously still hanging on his waist.

"This is just a temporary copy, and there is still only one moving light." The examiner said coldly. "Come on, if you fight me with a wooden knife, you have no chance of winning."

Feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Cattail tried to go forward, but was stopped by an invisible wall when they were seven or eight meters away from them.He patted it in surprise, it was indeed an invisible wall, and he winked at Gu Gu, and the latter would also step forward in satisfaction, the two groped for the invisible wall in different directions, and then they were sure. Centered on God Judge and Fudo, a barrier was formed.

And there is another point, that is, they can hear the voices of the judge and the motionless, but their voices cannot be conveyed.

Very strange, very unusual.

But they can't do anything, they can only stay around and watch.

Fudong slowly withdrew his body knife from the scabbard, while staring at the examiner, secretly admonishing himself - this is just a training, the person in front of him is... is...

He didn't think about it anymore, but rushed forward quickly, and the sharp short knife turned when it was about to stab the god judge, and turned into the back of the knife.

But the god judge didn't show any intention of accepting his feelings, and blocked the blow that was not too hard with the blade. She mercilessly lifted her foot and kicked him on the lower abdomen, kicking him to the end. edge of the border.

He lay on the ground in pain, clutching his lower abdomen and coughing.

He could feel the gaze of the judge on him, cold and ruthless, not at all like he was singing with him gently an hour ago.

What's going on here?What happened?

He didn't have time to think about this problem, because the judge took the initiative to attack him. Regardless of the pain all over his body, he rolled from the ground in embarrassment to avoid the stabbing of the judge.

Is she going to kill me?What on earth is she trying to do?

No answer, don't know the answer, can't find the answer.

He put all his energy on dealing with the attack of the god judge, and he couldn't concentrate on thinking about what was going on. His eyes, which always seemed hazy, gradually became clearer because of his seriousness, and the short knife was flexible and fast. It was also really reflected little by little, and he tried hard to observe the flaws in the God-inspector's attack, hoping to find the key to victory.

Shuzhuwan was brought to the hands by Qingjiang, and he was stunned when he saw the scene of the battle between the God Judge and Fudo, and then after listening to the other Fu Sangshen who was there before, his face suddenly became very sad. ugly.

"Shuzhuwan, what's the matter?" Qing Jiang, who noticed the change in Shuzhuwan's expression, asked him.

"... I hope there will be no irreversible things left behind." Suzumaru sighed, touched the solid outer wall of the barrier, and then concentrated on watching the battle between the two.

"???" Qing Jiang, who didn't understand the meaning of counting beads, could only continue to look at it puzzled.

After all the fusangshen in the main pill gathered in this huge tegai arena, the battle between Fudo and the god judge seemed to be coming to an end.

Fudo was already out of breath, and there were many wounds cut by sharp blades all over his body, while the god judge was still standing there, and the small blood stains on the short knife were thrown to the floor by her neatly.

She who is usually gentle and compassionate is almost like two different people——

"No, she, it's still her." Jiang Xue said to her younger brothers, her voice was soft and sad. "There is still no killing intent on her body."

As if confirming Jiang Xue's words, when he was red-eyed and almost gave up the life-sacrificing blow--

"Kangdang".

The short knife in her hand was released, fell to the ground, and dissipated after making a sound.

And she, who had been pursing her lips tightly, finally showed her usual, gentle, compassionate, and loving smile—towards the point of the knife that was about to pierce her neck without moving.

Completely abandoning resistance and facing death with a soft posture has always been what she is most used to.

However, it didn't happen as she expected.

Fudo's eyes, which were almost filled with cold killing intent, suddenly became very frightened. Even the knives of the Oda family in the past have never seen him so frightened.

With a distorted posture, he forcibly changed the trajectory of the knife, and in the end it just passed by her skin, Fufufu let go of the hand holding the knife, and let the knife fall to the ground.Then he yelled at the judge almost angrily. "What are you doing?! Do you want me to kill you?!"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"...Are you kidding me?! What are you thinking?!" Fudo's anger became even more terrifying.

"In that case, you will defeat me." The judge leaned down and picked up the immovable knife. "In that case, I'll send you to Oda Nobunaga."

Her words made all Fu Sangshen's faces change, especially the immobility. The face that was flushed with anger just now suddenly turned pale.

"what are you talking about?"

"When Fusangshen was awakened by my spiritual power, as long as Fusangshen uses his own body to kill me, he can permanently take away my spiritual power to maintain your human form, so this is necessary Yes." She shoved the dagger back into her still hand. "Besides, if you can't even break the ties to me, you won't feel at ease when you return to Nobunaga's side."

"So, by yourself, kill me."

"Then, do what you want." She said, showing a gentle, comforting smile. "I will take on the responsibility of changing history, don't worry. Alayashi will never give up on me no matter what."

"It's the same for you." She said to the fusangshen who kept trying to destroy the barrier. "This is the most capricious thing I can do for you." She smiled a little embarrassedly.

But the voices of Fu Sangshen did not reach her.

She turned her attention back to the still body. The boy's hand holding the knife trembled, and his eyes trembled slightly when he looked at her. His lips were slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

The god judge stood there like that, waiting for the next move without moving.

After confronting each other for a long time, Fudong finally took a silent step forward, the dagger in his hand was tightly clenched.His steps were very slow at first, but then he walked faster and faster, and the distance between the tip of the knife and the body of the judge became shorter and shorter.

Just when the knife was about to pierce her heart, his hand trembled, and then the short knife was retracted into the sheath.

Fudo Xingguang knelt down in front of the judge, making a hoarse voice.

"I can't do it..."

Big teardrops smashed on the floor.

"I just, can't..."

The author has something to say: My aunt tries to repay the emotions that the knives have invested in her

Think about it and combine some of the remarks you have heard before

She thinks (emphasis) the best gift is to send those knives to do something they really want to do

Don't move, this time is just an opportunity

In the final analysis, aunt...she still hasn't become a real "person"

She is not lacking in emotional thinking

but don't know how to think in the right way

In addition, this chapter also buried a very, very important point

Especially in the future past chapters, it will become the cornerstone

Then

best regard

The next chapter is still short knife