Oda Nobunaga chooses the broken knife

"I'm Daikurigara. I have nothing to say. I'm not interested in blending in with you."

This is the first sentence of Daikurigaro after waking up.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga covered his face in despair.He, he really didn't intend to do anything, he swears.No matter how much he likes to play pranks, Tsurumaru won't really hurt his companions, okay?The reason why he sneaked out of the dinner was just to try to see if he could remind Okurigara in advance, don't, don't make the Devil King of the Sixth Heaven angry, even though Tsurumaru knew he hadn't been awakened His sword has no consciousness, and all his futile attempts have basically been destroyed by Okuri's words...

Sihua Tachi, who was sitting kneeling, secretly glanced at Oda Nobunaga out of the corner of his eye.

Having been disobeyed face to face, the girl with black hair and red eyes just raised her eyebrows, interested.

"Oh. It seems that you are really not afraid of death."

The second-year-old youth showed no expression, and turned his face to the side.

"Sorry, it's up to me to decide where to die. It has nothing to do with your order."

"..." Tsurumaru silently covered his face, wanting to hit his head on the ground.

In all fairness, Kuribou didn't intend to confront Oda Nobunaga on purpose! !This is a problem of human design, hey!As a sword that has unilaterally played tricks on Okurigara for 150 years, Tsurumaru has the right to speak!Ah, Mr. Nobunaga, calm down!Although Coolidge looks indifferent with capital letters, he is actually a very gentle person!

Tsurumaru Kunei shouted in his heart, staring at the Demon King in fear.

The Demon King snorted with great interest.She was still holding the main body of Okurigara in her hand, but she didn't seem to have the intention of throwing her backhand into the forging furnace to stab the carbon ash for the time being.Oda Nobunaga lightly rubbed the Kurigara dragon carved on the body of the knife twice with his fingers, and set his sights on the tattoo on the arm of the brown-skinned young man.

"You are... really special." She said softly.

Among the many swords gathered in Honmaru, Oda Nobunaga has seen a lot of all kinds of swords.They basically have their own unique characteristics, both in appearance and personality.As for this one... It seems that "death must be stubborn".

The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, who came to a subtle conclusion, is really interested.

It's not because it's the sword owned by "that" Date Masamune, and it's not because of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's pitiful maintenance attitude before.

Oda Nobunaga was originally a bit of a bad-hearted guy, this kind of stubborn person who never bows his head - I like it the most.

She just looked around.The forging room was originally quite empty, but because of the continuous leveling, conquering new maps, and expeditions during this period, there will be swords obediently picking up resources on the way back, and Oda Nobunaga is not very happy Forging knives by myself, I piled up charcoal, whetstones and other materials here.

The young girl who has fought all the year round and is quite open about small details simply flipped up her clothes and sat down casually.

She also ignored the saber that was standing stiffly at the same place all the time, trying to get her body back, but somehow didn't reach out for the knife, but stood up the blade of the knife and looked at it carefully.

"You know, what is the inscription I carved on Zong Sanzuo's characters?" The devil asked casually, "Oh yes, don't tell me, you don't know me yet? Huh? Didn't you recognize who I am, you bastard? "

"..." Okurigaro answered in a low voice, stiffly, "Oda Nobunaga. It has nothing to do with me."

"It doesn't matter? You really dare to say it. You have the same attitude towards your own new master, is it okay?" Oda Nobunaga smiled softly, and Tsurumaru, who was about to cry but had no tears beside him, smirked With a shake, "Remember what you said yourself. Don't ask for mercy if you wait a while."

The moonlight came in from the wide-open shoji door, hiding half of the Demon King's face in the shadows, only the corners of his mouth were showing happily.

Tsurumaru was basically in despair.He raised his face blankly and silently stared at Okurigara, while the brown-skinned young man stared back silently, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"'On May [-]th of the third year of Yonglu's reign, Yoshimoto Dobu engraved the knife Oda Owari Shouxinchang held by him'." Oda Nobunaga said, flicking the blade with his fingers, listening to its sharp buzzing. "Zongsan——Yoshimoto Zuowen, he is my trophy. I polished him, branded him, let him change from an unmarked sword to my Oda Nobunaga's possession——because I like it. I want Let everyone in the world know that Yiyuan Zuo's characters belong to me. I gave him another name, and I engraved my name on him. Even if he breaks in the end, he will die under my shadow. I am This kind of person, do you want to protest? I don’t allow it. I won’t even give you the right to cut yourself, Okurigara.”

The Demon King whispered Dao's name softly.

The swords present couldn't help trembling slightly.

Not out of fear, not out of panic.

It's because of -- unparalleled happiness.

As a sword, isn't the highest honor to be owned, loved and used by the master until it is broken? !

ah ah.They couldn't help holding their breath because of the picture in their imagination.

Oda Nobunaga is a person with such courage.With simple words, she polished the invisible rust stains on the blades, and brought all these swords imprisoned in the cracks of time back to the battlefield where blood and fire coexisted, making them feel excited and unable to control themselves.

And the Demon King is not over yet.

"As for you, you are not my trophy." She said, her words were as cold as ever. "You were picked up by my sword, from the map, from the shadow of other time and space. You are just a thousand big One of Kurigara, who was once owned by Masamune Date, what qualifications do I have to like it?" Oda Nobunaga stopped and looked at the expression of Kurikara in detail, from his tense to about to The frozen face, to the point where he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly.Then, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven smiled with satisfaction, "—but, well, I do still like you. Because you 'dismiss' me."

She raised her hand to beckon.Yao Yan stepped out from among the swords gathered secretly outside the door, and presented his own body.

"It's too long, Yaken," Oda Nobunaga complained, "If you use a short knife, it's not as convenient as a carving knife."

"There is no Fusangshen with a carved knife yet," Yaoken replied in a good-tempered manner, "General, if it is really difficult to use—"

He paused, because, although it might be a reasonable suggestion, there was really no way for the medicine researcher to say something like "use the fruit knife in the kitchen".

Respect and love, devotion and dedication.These emotions that emerged a hundred times after having a body, like oasis and venom, soaked the bodies of the swords at the same time.

And Dao Jian gulped down, willingly.

"……Owner."

Another voice spoke.

Xingguang walked forward without moving.

"Isn't it enough to just use the tip of the knife?" The half-degenerate dagger suggested, "In this case, just break off the second half."

Oda Nobunaga couldn't help laughing, "What, are you suggesting that I cut off Yaoken, Yukimitsu?"

"How is it possible." Dagger flatly denied, "How could I give up this honor to others." He said calmly, "I have already lost the qualification to fight the enemy on the battlefield, although I can no longer be by my master's side. My heart aches almost to death. But if I can show Nobunaga-kun's face, that's enough for me."

The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven laughed out loud at this sentence!

"You're always so stubborn, idiot." The girl rubbed her eyes with her fingers, "Xing Guang, if this is the only way to prove your worth, then I, the master, have failed too!"

She laughed loudly, raised her hand and pulled out Yakuken Toshiro's body, poured magic power into the blade, and wrote on the handle like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"—Remember it for me, Daikurigara." Oda Nobunaga said, "You are no longer one of the thousands of 'Daikurigara', and you are no longer Date Masamune's swordsman. You It is mine, you belong to Oda Nobunaga himself, even if you die on the battlefield. This soul also belongs to me."

The girl with black hair and red eyes stood up and swung the blade with her backhand.

The clear four-character inscription penetrates three points.

——"Oda Nobunaga".

The author has something to say:

It was this indifference that moved Oda Nobunaga.

Nobunaga: You managed to get my attention, Dao.

-June 2017, 5

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Honmaru, draw your sword.