[Sword Ranbu+K] Where the Blade Goes

Royal peony purple.

It was an unfamiliar name, and it had never appeared in relevant history.But anyone who is not stupid can roughly guess that people who appear at this juncture, except for the subordinates of the Green King, don't think about anything else.

(I just don't know how strong it is.)

Suyo looked at him quietly for two seconds, then raised his hand to pat the tense shoulder of Candlestick Kiri in front of him, and took a step forward.Although the other party was puzzled by her actions, he obediently put down the knife lying in front of her.

"Shenjun Yushao," she said politely, putting on a friendly appearance, "what can you do with us?"

This time she sneaked out, and she only brought a Sanhua Taidao with her.The less interaction with real-world characters, the better.What's more, it is not a simple character who dares to challenge Sangshen single-handedly.

According to Judai, it would be best to leave the venue peacefully for the time being.Going back and applying for permission from the government to fight again, if something goes wrong, someone will fight with confidence.

But Yu Shaoshen Zi obviously didn't intend to let them go easily, he even took a step forward, the smile on his lips deepened a little.

"What a polite boy, if possible, I don't want to be rough."

He said, brushing the slightly curly long hair on his cheeks with his fingers in black gloves, but the blade held in his right hand did not let go: "The task I got is to ask the little girl to go and talk, if you are willing It would be better if you take the initiative to follow me."

(This option is simply a choice between "being involved with people in this world" and "being more deeply involved with people in this world".)

Tsuyoshi's face froze, and he felt that there was no need to continue the conversation. Compared with in-depth exchanges such as talking, it was better to fight simply and rudely.

"Guangzhong, please."

"OK, leave it to me."

After receiving the order, Fu Sangshen no longer hesitated, his eyes were firmly locked on the opponent, the sharp blade pointed forward, his warm pupils seemed to be ignited by the bloody sunset, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring.

Tsuyoshi took a few steps back, leaving the battlefield to the two sword bearers.There is no need to worry about the outcome of the battle. Except for those few people who are protected by fate, the universal concept of "strong" is vulnerable to the gods.

She thought so, and turned her back.

——Then her forehead was facing directly, as if the muzzle of the gun had been waiting there for a long time.

"……!!"when? !

Tsumoyo, who was completely unaware, narrowed his pupils and looked up along the silver-gray gun body. The gunman had the face of a decadent middle-aged man, with a half-burned cigarette slanted from the corner of his mouth. The arm holding the gun remained motionless, and like the dark gray eyes, it contained a certain kind of firm belief.

Perhaps thinking the expression on her face was funny, the middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Yeah, it looks like I'm still young. Although I don't think the stone slab in Dresden should exist at all, but this hidden The ability to trace is really useful."

(Hiding tracks...? Or to the extent that even Fu Sangshen didn't find out...?)

She took two steps back stiffly, a line of words flashed through her mind quickly.

[In July 1999, the second-generation red king Kagu all suggested that the deviation value exceeded the limit, and the sword of Damocles fell for the first time, causing 70 deaths. 】

[The Qing King of the same generation died in the line of duty, and the Gray King disappeared. 】

[The Gray King is missing. 】

"Well, it seems that you already have an understanding of the status quo, uncle, I don't hate young people who are modest and eager to learn."

The muzzle of Yinhui's gun was lowered a bit, but it still did not move out of the vital range. The gray king, who was suspected of being missing for 12 years, squinted his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him: "How? If you stop that one on your side, there is nothing wrong with us for the time being." Hostile."

After finishing speaking, he relaxed and blew out half a smoke ring, looking like he was sure of winning.

Zhuyo blinked slowly under the black muzzle of the gun, her pure black eyes flashed quietly, and her right hand clenched the cuff hidden under the haori.

"...Guangzhong, stop."

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Zhudai originally thought that he could command and control the Gray King of the same level, and he was so good at scheming and scheming secretly, as well as having the ambition and courage to get involved in history.

So when she saw the thin young man sitting quietly in the wheelchair, she froze for a second.

"Welcome, Miss God Judge."

The young man's voice is also quite elegant, although it is not difficult to hear the courage of a superior, but overall it is still a gentle type: "Zi, you are doing well, go and rest."

Yu Shaoshen Zi, who had fought with Candlestick for a while, looked a little embarrassed, her windbreaker was torn in several places, revealing the long-sleeved T-shirt underneath, but her mood was abnormally high.

"Okay, Xiaoliu," he straightened his messy appearance, and winked at the boy in the wheelchair, "next time you have such an interesting opponent, remember to come find me again."

After speaking, he waved his hand and disappeared behind the door of the room.

So only the leisurely Gray King, the Green King in the wheelchair, the pensive Tsuyoshi, and Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, who couldn't tell he had just gone through a fierce fight, remained in the room.

After a few seconds of silence like a stress test, the Green King spoke first.

"I've always wanted to see you, Miss God Judge." He said softly, not loud enough to attract people's attention, "The defender of time order, what a selfless and dedicated position."

"...Is this a sarcasm?"

After a moment of silence, Tsuyoshi asked back, his eyes somewhat troubled, after all, the boy's voice was too sincere to be fake.

"No, you have indeed made an indelible contribution to our current stability, please allow me to pay tribute to you."

The boy insisted.Judai was indifferent, because she knew that the other party hadn't finished speaking.

"But," as expected, the other party came to a turning point, "Haven't you thought about it, have you been used by someone?"

(Ahhh...it really came, the year's "Most Frequent Instigation Lines" TOP1, the conspiracy theory of the current government.)

As a god judge, Zhudai has faced this situation countless times, and the answer at this moment is very natural: "The reason why I fight is my own will."

"Really?" the boy asked slyly, "Then why did they erase the memory of Miss God Interrogator?"

"In order not to-"

"—not affected by personal emotions, is it?"

The young man smiled quietly, obviously sitting in a wheelchair and unable to move, but Tsuyoshi felt a certain overwhelming momentum.

"Then you might as well guess which historical event your 'personal emotion' belongs to?"

(——?!)

Zhudai's heart skipped a beat, but there was no expression on her face, although according to the Green King, it seemed that she was also a victim of the falling sword incident——

"—As long as you have a single thought, your parents, relatives, friends, teachers...everything around you in the past can come back."

The Green King smashed the "as if" in her heart without hesitation, and confirmed it as a fact: "Actually, you are also very tired, and you keep rushing about these things. As far as I know, you in the past were just a Just an ordinary high school student."

"give up."

The young man persuaded gently.

"That way everyone will be happy."

"..."

The unexpected super-expansion made Zhudai a little confused, and the reception room fell into silence just right. For a while, she could only feel the pain caused by her own breathing and the nails embedded in her palm.

(In the past...?.)

(What was I like in the past.)

(Anyway, probably, it doesn't look like you need to face such a complicated situation.)

"Lord!"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took a step forward, put his hand on her left shoulder, and gently wrapped her clenched fist with his right hand, using a little force to get her out of this self-harming behavior: "Please calm down, no matter what No matter what, I trust the master's judgment, so..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but there was traces of trust and warmth in the golden pupils, together with the temperature attached to the back of her hand, restrained Tsuyoshi from trembling slightly.

(...but definitely not, with such a good companion.)

The moment this idea was formed, she suddenly calmed down.

(It's okay, I'm a god judge. As long as this identity is still there, I'm not fighting alone.)

(I am still the master of Honmaru, with a trustworthy sword by my side and an entire government of time behind me.)

She straightened her sleeves and answered.

"I'm very sorry, but I'm not one to dwell on the past."

Hearing this, the smile on the Green King's face gradually faded, together with the pulsating luster in his pupils, it finally converged to the calm and unwavering appearance at the beginning.

"Is that so? It seems that the long-term life of a god judge has made you forget who you are."

He raised his head slightly, his overly long forehead hair concealed the rest of his expression, his originally elegant voice was no longer gentle, but showed a kind of indifferent cruelty.

Tsubasa suddenly had a bad feeling.

But it was too late.

The young man raised his thin lips, and spit out a few words that are common to ordinary people, but to some people, they are enough to cut everything.

"—Tamayo Arisukawa."

【Your name is? 】

[There is Qichuan, there is Qichuan Zhudai. 】

[Too long, make it shorter. 】

【Then, Zhudai. 】

[(Sound of writing) Zhudai, one last confirmation, did you voluntarily abandon the past and be reborn as a god judge? 】

【……Um. 】

[(Writing sound) Your name will become the most basic contract between you and the government, is this okay? 】

【Can. 】

--Snapped.

At the same time as the five familiar and unfamiliar syllables sounded, she felt that a certain thread in her body that involved her and Honmaru was broken.

The author has something to say: the atmosphere of the BOSS behind the scenes is thicker than the water flow, thickly (feeling

In fact, I think it is certain that he can know Zhudai's real name, because his information network is really... through Jungle, he can know anything he wants.

Zhudai’s big crisis——although I want to say this, but in fact it will be solved soon