[Sword Ranbu+K] Where the Blade Goes

It's not going to be peaceful tonight.

This is what Andy of Daoming Temple thought when he was aroused by the deafening siren, and he also had a strong resentment after being disturbed from his dream: "Do you want someone to sleep at night..."

Kamo Ruyoshi, who was in the same bed, had turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the uniform and put it on: "I can't help it, this is definitely not a false alarm. Come back to catch up on sleep when it's done."

"Yes Yes--"

The boy who claimed to sleep ten hours a day got up grumbling, closed his eyes, changed into his uniform, took his saber and rushed out of the room.The men's dormitory corridor is already in chaos. Except for the members of the General Affairs Section, basically the entire S4 has to be mobilized for this level of alarm.Akiyama and Benzai, who belonged to the special service team, stood on both sides of the corridor directing the team members. Daoming Temple met them face to face, nodded and said "I'll go to gather first" and rushed to the main office building.

"—Report from Andy Daoming Temple!...Huh?"

To his surprise, after pushing open the door of the intelligence room with a thunderbolt, what appeared before him was not a tense atmosphere of urgency, but——

(...Is this a kindergarten?)

He deeply doubted his own eyes.

The originally clean and serious office is now full of elementary school students less than 1.5 meters tall, most of whom are still wearing uniforms that appear to be uniforms. Although they seem to be sitting on the side in a well-behaved manner at the moment, the other ones on their waists...

(No matter how you look at it, it’s the real thing.)

Growing up in the dojo, Daoming Si, who was hailed as a genius of swordsmanship, had a dull expression on his face for a while, and quietly turned his head to ask his companion who came a step earlier: "What's going on?"

"Eh?...Ah, that," Ryuya Enomoto on the left seemed to have some indigestion of the facts in front of him, and he was also hesitating, "It seems that the judge of the gods came again, and this time he brought a few Ten Fusangshen, the alarm was sounded by these Fusangshen who suddenly appeared, after all, that special wavelength is so abnormal that the monitoring system almost crashed."

After being reminded by him, Daoming Temple noticed that the interrogator who had watched through the window before was not far away in the house at the moment, talking with the head of the room seriously, and had no time to pay attention to this side for the time being.He took his eyes away from the two of them, scanned the room, and fell into a strange silence with his companions.

(This abnormal scene of elementary school students wearing swords...)

Even though he was reminded that the other party was Fu Sangshen, who was dozens of times older than himself, he still felt a sense of powerlessness, similar to rushing to the mission site as if facing a big enemy, only to find out that it was just a prank by two children.

"Huh——" After relaxing, he still couldn't beat the recovering tiredness, and yawned, "So we can withdraw now?"

Anyway, it has lost its usefulness, it seems to be like this.

Busch on the right was also speechless: "Big, probably?"

"Ah, the newcomer discovered—"

Coming from the slant, the clear voice belonging to a little boy blocked his way back to the room to catch up on sleep.Daoming Si looked down, and saw that the boy in front of him was only about 1.2 meters tall, and his feet were wearing ridiculously high clogs, but he was walking on the ground. A pair of big bright red eyes looked up curiously from the bottom up: "I am Jinjian, your name is what name?"

Facing Fu Sangshen's sudden olive branch, even Daoming Si, who is known for his nerve, was a little taken aback: "Dao, Daoming Si Andy?"

"It's not about you." Jin Jian puffed his cheeks, and his lively demeanor was particularly endearing. He stretched out his hand wrapped in the gauntlet and pointed to his waist, "It's about it, it."

"This child probably wants to ask you the name of your sword."

The girl's soft voice came from a few meters away. Daoming Temple looked up, and the god-inspector who had occupied the headlines of S4's gossip for a few weeks had ended his conversation with the head of the room at some point, and was looking over with a smile: "Your sword He is very spiritual, and if given the opportunity, he will do something.”

These words sound extremely arrogant at first, but considering the many famous blades held by the other party, it is also reasonable.

"Sure enough, the Lord thinks so too?" Jin Jian clapped his hands cheerfully, looking even more expectant, "Hey, so tell me, what's its name?"

Attracted by the conversation here, the fusangshen who were originally scattered all over the room cast curious glances intentionally or unintentionally. Andy of Daoming Temple moved his tight Adam's apple, and vomited out against the strange eyes of his colleagues around him. The name that used to be cool and domineering, but under the current situation, it feels extremely secondary.

"Ex...calibur."

The legendary sword of King Arthur's oath of victory.

Zhudai suddenly showed an indescribable expression: "Well... this is really, a name with personality."

What she said was very tactful, but Daoming Temple could still hear the subtle meaning hidden in it, so he could only laugh dryly and haha: "Ahahaha... Thank you... for the compliment...?"

("If I knew this day would come, what did I do back then.")

The cold—no, it’s better to say that a sound like the howling wind of the North Pole suddenly exploded in the intelligence room. It was obviously not the sound from the vocal cords of the human body, but more like the beeping of a sword when it was unsheathed. He also showed a slightly surprised expression: "So it's a sword that has already opened its spiritual wisdom. This is really... You are a great swordsman."

"Oh, this is the true meaning of what Zhudai-kun said, 'Swords and swords are born with spirits'."

These visions naturally attracted the attention of the fun hunter Reiji Munakata. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking very excited.

"I didn't expect to find such a sword here, Mr. Daomingsi," a white light flashed across the lens, and his tone was steady, "Good Job!"

Daoming Si, who was praised by the head of the room, almost couldn't even hold his sword steadily. Knowing that he usually had such ability with a sword obviously frightened the young man a lot.Unable to bear to see his hands trembling into massagers, Zhudai said in relief: "I think it has something to do with my being nearby, and this phenomenon probably doesn't happen normally."

"But it also proves that Mr. Daomingsi has some fate with the sword, so,"

Munakata Reishi's face showed his usual smile when he cheated the team members: "I will leave the accommodation of Zhudai-kun's swords to you, Daomingji-kun."

"—Ehhhhhh?!!!!"

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After Ji Feigou jumped, he finally explained the truth of the matter. It is not accidental that there are only short knives that look like elementary school students in the room. It is because some of the knives are too large to pass safely through the door frame of the office.

"However, if you sleep at night, you can temporarily change back to the main body and endure it." Zhudai explained, "It's also unlikely to pile up so many swords together, so I may have to ask everyone to help take care of it."

Under such background conditions, the person who can get along well with the sword becomes the No. 1 choice. Not to mention Daomingji, who has been dealing with kendo since childhood, even Munakata Reisi has not been able to escape this commission.

"Although it's not to the extent of Mr. Daomingji, Mr. Munakata's sword has already molded part of his personality."

She smiled and put her hands together on her chest: "I really appreciate Mr. Munakata's willingness to lend a helping hand. He is indeed the king of order and righteousness. It is really reassuring to have such an ally."

Munakata Reiji nodded for a long time after being so involuntarily put on a top hat, and decided to shift her attention to the first half of her sentence: "You said Sirius also..."

Hearing this, Tsuyoshi narrowed his eyes as if recalling something fun.

"It's a very arrogant child, just like you."

She said that she was not surprised to see the knife flashing towards her again, with a look of eagerness to cut it, which inspired Shinano Fujishiro behind her to put one hand on the handle of the knife.

Most of the swords have already been taken away and accommodations have been arranged. Years of waiting have made them exhausted. The short knives that consume less spiritual power are okay, but the big knives have basically consumed the spiritual power she left when she left. Get seven seven eight eight.So Judai is currently sitting in the empty reception room, which is the center of Scepter4's architectural structure, constructing a spiritual force field covering the entire village, helping the resting swordsmen to recover their strength.

Only the confidence that she had gone out with her not long before she left was strong enough.

She reassuredly pressed his hand that was about to draw the sword: "In short, Mr. Munakata will take care of those knives for one night." Then she turned to Shinano and added, "Go to sleep, Shinano too. We'll probably have to stay here tonight."

The spiritual force field expands in a circle, and sitting at the center point that can just cover all the swords is probably the most labor-saving way.

"Go ahead, we'll be out tomorrow."

Seeing that Shinano was motionless, she emphasized the last few notes.The red-haired dagger reluctantly stood up, dawdled beside her for a while, and then left the guest room step by step.

After urging the dagger, Tsumoyo looked at Reisi Munakata beside him again, but did not speak, but the meaning in his eyes was clear.

So Zongxiang smiled lightly.

"Please ask me to take care of your Fusangshen... Well, then, there is also a request here."

As he spoke, he gently and skillfully untied the saber hanging from his waist.

"Please take care of Sirius for me."

Putting down such an unclear sentence, King Qing left the room calmly.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, there will be an interaction www between Zhudai and Sirius, and there will be a meme from the original K >///<, in fact, I have always thought that meme is amazing ww

Honmaru's sword knows that Sirius and Tsuyoshi will probably blow up a piece of 233333, "My master, I didn't even make a move, but I was preempted by a knife from who doesn't know where?!" ← Probably like this www

Daoming Temple in this chapter is a bit of a show stealer, it’s okay, let’s continue the sword VS Qingzu in the next chapter www