Oda Nobunaga chooses the broken knife

"..."

A certain Da Dao who was so close to flying off "Yu" stood silently in front of the five tigers retreating.

He folded his arms impatiently, his brows were furrowed irritably, and there was a small arc between them.

He opened his mouth, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make out what he wanted to say.

——And the boy who had just been baited by the evil king and successfully made him cry once held his little tiger timidly, raised his eyes quickly to glance, then lowered them, and glanced again.

"..."

what to say.

Press cut Hasebe repeatedly straightened the gloves, and finally babbled silently.

Ever since he dropped the Five Tigers at Wangdian, Oda Nobunaga's interest was suddenly attracted by "Kenshin-chan's short knife".

Holding someone else's little tiger, he turned around and left, leaving behind the five tigers who were stunned by the status of the new interrogator, staggering and chasing after him pitifully.

Even returning to Honmaru and discovering that there is a new road in the fog that has not dissipated before, it did not make Oda Nobunaga happily embark on the journey of opening up a new world.

The girl who hugged the tiger like a cat and rubbed it in her arms just casually raised her jaw at the door of Honmaru.

"You can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you continue to fight the enemy's sword, or you want to walk around and get familiar with Fu Sangshen's body. ——Ah, just a little bit."

Under the papaya-patterned military cap that was crookedly worn, the girl showed a slightly naughty smile, and shrugged her shoulders towards the newly opened road:

"This road is not allowed. What era will it be this time? I have to see it first."

Unreasonably circled the sword into the 1-1 map, completely ignoring the mood of the sword man.Oda Nobunaga is such a person.

After saying these words, the devil king, who was in a very happy mood, took the little tiger and recalled the past.

Five Tigers retreat: "..."

stare--

Being stared at by his younger brother wanting to cry but without tears, Yaken Toshiro turned his face away with a guilty conscience.

Yes, sorry.Return the sauce.

cough cough.General, she didn't mean anything malicious.

Just, occasionally, a little lively, that's all.

It's a girl after all.Please, return the sauce.Just forgive her!

Yaken Toshiro, who was desperately defending the lord, selectively forgot Mount Hiei that was burned by Oda Nobunaga.

And the swords that have been given the right to choose, basically, without a doubt, all stay in Hakodate, which is empty and only haunted by enemy swords.

The sword of the Oda group knows from the bottom of his heart what he needs most if he wants to be truly seen by that demon king.

--strength.

If you have real talents and real learning, no matter what kind of problems you have in your personality, Nobunaga will forgive you.

For example, Mitsuhide Akechi who gets his head bumped against the railing from time to time.

Of course... if you have a face that is beyond standard, that's fine too.

For example, Mori Ranmaru, who repeatedly postponed the coming-of-age ceremony because of greed for color.

...For example, Zong Sanzuo's writing.

In a place where Oda Nobunaga could not see, the symbolic sword of the world, who drew his sword and cut the enemy without hesitation, smiled darkly.

The warm blood spurted onto his cheeks, and he wiped it lightly with the back of his hand, not paying attention at all.

Nothing to worry about.

The master is not in sight, why bother to maintain an elegant posture.

Ah... of course.

This face, which is admired for its beauty and makes its master happy, cannot be damaged in the slightest.

After all, it is a bird in a cage.

If even the last bit of value is lost, it will just be forgotten in the dusty knife holder.

Yu, who snatched Hasebe away, hit the knife without mercy, met the gaze of his former colleagues, raised his eyes of different colors, and slowly bent.

Under the stern and arrogant gaze of Hasebe, he turned his neck intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the butterfly-shaped imprint carved by the demon king himself under the loose skirt of his clothes due to the large-scale fighting.

... Hasebe was really pissed off.

hum.

envy.What an impotent emotion.

Zong Sanzuo put the knife back into its sheath leisurely, and a small pile of resources had been collected on the ground.

What charcoal, whetstone, etc.It is clearly the same Hakodate as in the past, but these useful things can be picked up in strange places.

Maybe it's the materials that the government has placed in advance.

Maybe not.Who knows.

And California Kiyomitsu, who had been numb by the Oda-gumi's ferocious contrast after the interrogator left, still maintained a posture of holding his own body tightly, and asked Yakuken dryly:

"Hey. What are you... going to do?"

The dagger, who was picking up the swords dropped by Wang Dian one by one, replied easily:

"Clean up the useless waste~"

California Qingguang: "...Is that useless waste??!"

Hello!If he read correctly, aren't these short knives exactly the same as the ones on your waist? ? ! !

Isn't that yourself? !Describe yourself as useless waste, are you this kind of knife? !Yaken Toshiro! !

"Oh," noticing Qingguang Qingguang's tangled gaze, the handsome dagger raised his head and smiled gently. At the same time, he aimed the whetstone with both hands at the pile of daggers that had not awakened Fusangshen. Swipe up and down:

"Yakuken Toshiro next to the general, as long as I have one, that's enough."

California Qingguang: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

Is the Oda group all cut black? ? ! !

This is different from other honmaru! ! ! ! ! !

……

The last one who stopped Yaoken was the pressing and cutting Hasebe.

The man clenched Yaken's arm tightly, and pulled the whetstone out of the boy's hand.

"...Enough," he said in a deep voice, "No matter what, no matter what knife we ​​choose, this is not something we can decide on our own."

"yes."

Yao Yan looked up at him, his smile unchanged.

"The main body was carried by the general, and he said, 'Crimping Hasebe is my saber'——that's it."

he said softly.

"It seems that you are already satisfied."

"—Wh, there is no such thing!!"

Killing him and not admitting his nostalgia for "Oda Nobunaga" - that's not it!Hasebe glared at Dagger angrily.

As if about to say something, he swallowed it back.

He bent down and picked up the resource, turned his face away:

"……Let's go back."

……

Then, now, he was standing in front of Wu Hutui in embarrassment.

The boy's eye circles were still red after crying, and he was pitiful - he didn't know how Oda Nobunaga had the heart to make the child cry.

……never mind.Anyway, she is the Demon King, so her behavior cannot be judged by the standard of a normal girl.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe was lucky, but in the end he still couldn't say the title of "Lord".

He was very irritable, and said with a mouthful:

"That guy, where is she?"

Wu Hutui shivered in fright at the man's low-pitched voice.

"Ah, who, who...?"

"Who else?! It's—" Hasebe was almost annoyed to death, but——he was just unwilling to say it! "That's right, that guy! That—"

"Hey! Yes, I'm sorry!"

The boy's voice sounded like he was about to cry again, trembling so pitifully.

"Wow wow wow I don't know—!"

... The next second when he boldly looked at the man, Wu Hutui raised his hand to cover his eyes, and ran away crying.

Press-cut Hasebe: "..."

Did he also make the dagger cry?

……Feel sorry.I really shouldn't have ridiculed the Demon King just now.

The man sighed heavily, and decided to take a look at the other swords that moved the resources to the forging room first.

Then, in the distance, he heard the familiar, contemptuous voice of the Demon King.

"Oh." He could almost imagine the girl waving her hand casually, "Excess swords? Throw them into the sword pool."

――Let me put it this way.

The press-cut Hasebe stopped.

Through the shoji door of the sword forging room, he saw Oda Nobunaga raise his hand, as if ruffling Yaken's hair.

"What are you worried about? Huh?" The girl's voice carried a teasing smile, "What I, Oda Nobunaga holds, will always be the one and only one."

After she finished speaking, she didn't care about the way the short knife hung her head happily, and instead stared at the forge expectantly.

oops.Ever since I saw Kenshin-chan's knife, I couldn't hold back my curiosity anymore.

From Ping'an to Warring States, how many famous swords there are are really countless.

Not to mention it's been so long since she died.

What new knives will appear?Really~ super looking forward to it~

Under the girl's shining gaze, the newly forged sword transformed into a human form in an instant.

The dark blue hair, because the color is too dark, is already almost dark.

A pitch-black eyepatch covers the right eye, and the only exposed eye glows with a golden brilliance.

The clothes are in the style of a tuxedo, with a white shirt and a suit vest, and a thin tie in style.

――The lining of the tuxedo is embellished with the Sendai bamboo family pattern of the Date family.

"I am--"

As soon as the man uttered two words, he froze in shock.

"--Xin, Mr. Nobunaga???!"

The girl slowly narrowed her eyes.

"you know me?"

"Huh? Huh?? What's going on?" The man looked around in a panic before he could react, not knowing for a moment whether he should come out of the forge again.

As for Oda Nobunaga, he had already fixed his gaze on the body around the man's waist.

"...I know this Taidao."

she whispered.

"Which one are you, Guangzhong?"

The man who was still in great panic was asked by his former owner in such a tone, and the conditioned reflex replied:

"I am, Candlestick Cut Mitsutada. It was named because it was cut off along with the bronze candlestick when the retainers were killed."

……

wait wait wait! !

Candlestick cut Guangzhong's face changed, and he found that the girl's expression became gloomy in an instant.

Ahhhh, the conditioned reflex is terrible!How could you say such words! ! !

Ruined! ! !If this is really Mr. Nobunaga's words-he can't be mistaken-then isn't this sentence straight to the point! !

The girl with black hair and red eyes sneered and raised her right hand.

He quickly knelt down and lowered his head meekly.

Cool fingers, slowly stroking the edge of the eye mask, walking along the skin under the eyes.

The kind of gaze scrutinized with anger, like substance, gouged out every inch of skin bit by bit.

"This is not... the name I took." Oda Nobunaga said, his voice was low and deep, which made people shiver involuntarily. "Who gave you your name?"

Candlestick Cut Guangzhong took a small deep breath:

"Date Masamune," he replied.

Noticing the girl's frowning expression, he explained in a low voice.

"When you... passed away, Mr. Masamune was only in his teens." The demon king pressed his finger on his eye sockets, but he didn't dare to move at all, so he lowered his eyes and replied, "It was Hideyoshi... who took over your job." sword. Later, Masamune-"

"Mr. Masamune?" The girl sneered, poked the man's eyelid vigorously, and made a "hiss" when she saw him in pain. "It sounds very affectionate."

"So... what about Shixiu?"

Oda Nobunaga looked at this face, and asked unhappily, "Where is Mikyu Mitsutada?"

Knowing that the Demon King would definitely ask Guangzhong's Nissan and her former favorite knife, Candlestick replied with a wry smile, "I...don't know."

I don't know where Mikyu Mitsutada, who was separated from him after Oda Nobunaga's sudden death at Honnoji Temple, went.

I don't know if I can still install it. Let's meet again in Honmaru.

The girl was silent for a while, and persistently poked at his blindfold.

"What's going on here?" She became stubborn and kneaded the man's cheeks as if they were dough. "How can you wear blindfolds? I don't remember having such a vulgar hobby!"

"..." Candlestick struggled for a while, and tried in a low voice: "Because, the Great Kanto Earthquake in 1932 encountered a fire, so, left... scars?"

"Who do you think you are lying to?"

Oda Nobunaga stared at the man condescendingly, and in the magnificent red pupils, dark clouds of anger rose little by little.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's because Masamune, ah, I mean-Date Masamune, he wears a blindfold!"

Knowing the fate of offending Oda Nobunaga, he didn't want to jump out of the pool when he was not handsome at all when he first appeared on the stage, and Candlestick Kirimitaka begged for mercy bitterly.

"It looks like the master -ah ah ah, I'm sorry I don't mean this! Xin Changgong calmly, ah ah ah ah !!!"

Being held down by a heroic spirit with B strength and B agility, he forcefully pulled the blindfold off his head and threw it into the flames of the forge.

No matter how much he fantasizes about the life after being awakened by the God Judge, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada is also dazed.

But the Devil King of the sixth day still didn't let go of his hatred, pinched his chin hard, and looked straight into the pair of golden pupils:

"Since it's my knife—no matter what, it's not allowed to bear someone else's brand."

The domineering, arrogant and selfish demon king frankly set a completely different double standard for himself and others.

"If, you still call yourself 'Masamune's sword'—"

The girl thought for a while, narrowed her eyes sinisterly and smiled:

"I'll cut off your bangs."

……

"It's common to fall down in battle. Even so, there's no way to stay handsome."

Silently reciting the lines of the broken knife, the candlestick cuts Guangzhong and dies.

The author has something to say:

Damn life! !Finally let Mr. Nobunaga take off Mr. Mi's blindfold with his own hands hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

——September 2016, 9

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My life is really complete ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (Candlemarsh people have exploded into fireworks in the sky)