[Sword Ranbu+K] Where the Blade Goes

A new day should start with breakfast.

Regardless of his nature, Munakata Reishi is still close to a gentleman in etiquette, so after half-forcing Tsuyoshi to take the sword, he invited her to have breakfast with a smile.

And Zhu Dai only felt broken.

"...Please put away that friendly face of yours, I always feel that the sky will collapse in the next second."

Holding the fantasy feeling of "the king of order has shown favor to me", Tsuyoshi felt that he was erratic and couldn't find the reality until he stepped into the door of the cafeteria.

Naturally, he didn't notice the momentary silence in the cafeteria.

Dozens of gazes—whether human or Fusangshen—fall on the sword that Tsuyoshi is half holding. The cyan scabbard has a golden checkered pattern, and it is the only one in Scepter4.

(that is not……)

(Oh yeah.)

For a while, very similar brainwaves floated over the cafeteria. The Blue Clan would not talk much because of the deterrent power of their own king (...), but the Fusangshen were not so easy to talk about.

"Lord--"

The tengu-like child jumped up and took an arm of Tsuyoshi, narrowed his big red eyes slightly, and smiled innocently: "Do you like this knife very much? Do you want to take it back and play with us?"

"I don't like it either..."

It was just a gift, Tsuyoshi wanted to say so, but the special radar that had been dealing with the oldest dagger in front of him all the year round sharply raised the alarm.She looked down at Jinjian, who was still smiling very cutely, and she was sure that if she didn't express how much she valued this Sirius, she would only see its memorial tablet in two days.

"No matter what, it was a gift from a friend, and I promised to use it well."

Imaken hummed and dragged out a long tone with unknown meaning: "Eh——it's obvious that we haven't even used our main body."

This is the truth, except for the hands, Tsuyoshi doesn’t have much contact with the body of the sword. First, the body is probably a very important existence for any spirit and monster gods. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the basis of survival; the second is... ...She herself is not the type who is good at swordsmanship. Although she can display a certain fighting power on the battlefield, the kind of rough slashing with spiritual power protection cannot be regarded as superb swordsmanship.

(So ​​give me what Sirius is going to do. It feels like it will be cut in reverse.)

She held the sword dumbfoundingly, and ran the hair on the back of Shun Jinjian's head with one hand: "Because everyone has their own physical body, this child is too young, so there is no way for him to wield it by someone else."

"Does that mean 'loving children'?"

A young man's voice suddenly sounded from the other side, and Tsudai looked over in a little surprise. Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was dressed in white, sat there with a smile, resting his chin with one hand: "But an old man like me who can't wield a knife quickly, can't do it." I want the lord to 'respect the old'."

"...In my opinion, Tsurumaru, you are in your prime, and you are not missing arms or legs. Please don't be so cheeky."

There is no need to coax them to deal with Taidao, these immature ghosts with an old appearance will only make progress, compared with the short swords, they are so mature and sensible that they can be compared to conscience.

Tsumoyo coped with his daily teasing routine with a blank face, holding his sword and looking for an empty seat to sit down—speaking of which, Sirius was silent for so long, was he frightened?

("Who, who got scared!")

As soon as this idea came up, Sirius was shocked like his hair exploded: "No, it's just a group of old monsters who have nothing to do with their age. I am a masterpiece that has gathered the most cutting-edge technology so far in this world—"

"—Ah, is that so?"

The brown cooking plate was carefully placed in front of her, and Tsuyoshi looked up the black cuff of the suit, and as expected, saw the kind face of Honmaru's housekeeper, Candekiri Mitsutada.

(...but always feel murderous?)

"If this is the case, please allow us to consult with this cutting-edge technology." Candlestick Chee smiled very brightly, and there seemed to be a large area of ​​roses blooming in the background. Jian, "In order to protect the lord, swords and swords still learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses. It is better to communicate with each other from time to time. Please eat at ease, lord, we will solve it before we leave."

(No, no, please clarify what you want to solve first——)

However, before she had time to say these words, Fu Sangshen in front of her had already used his power to piss off humans and disappeared into the cafeteria.It wasn't just him, Ruanda's canteen was half empty in an instant, and there were only two people left on Fu Sangshen's side, which was originally full.

"Uh...Ishikirimaru and Hotaru..."

Zhudai opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, Ishikirimaru stopped him with a sentence: "Please rest assured, everyone is a sensible person, isn't the usual hand-to-hand cooperation going smoothly?"

"But even if it's hand-to-hand..." She never let the new sword challenge the veteran who has the highest ability. Zhudai held the last hope and looked at Munakata next to him. He will always care about his own sword, "Mr. Munakata, need it?" Shall I call them back?"

Reiji Munakata was facing the food in front of him with his hands clasped together, before he could finish saying "I'm starting", she was interrupted by her, and he kept that posture and looked outside the door.

"This is also a kind of training for the sword, I have been taught."

he replied with a smile.

(There is no such honing of looking for death like leapfrogging monsters——)

Jomo rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Everyone is very angry today..."

"Just ignore them, a bunch of idiots." Hotaru, who had been quiet for a long time, said, and rubbed the plate across to Tsuyoshi, "Hey, this fried shrimp is delicious!"

"........."

Tsumoyo looked at the fried shrimp being held up in front of his eyes, and at Hotaru's seemingly innocent face, but finally he was defeated by the chubby steamed stuffed bun face, and opened his mouth to bite down on the food.

"……thanks for treatment."

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Finally it was time to set off.

I don't know what the fusangshen did to Sirius, but in short, when it was finally handed over to Zhudai, it seemed to be safe and sound.Even though Tsuyoshi looked around three or four times with extremely critical eyes, he still couldn't find anything wrong. During this period, Tsurumaru's fake cry ("Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, lord, distrusting us so much"), and a little The sad look in her eyes ("Master..."), although it was probably faked, still gave Tsuyo the illusion that it would be a heinous crime to continue to doubt.

"...Is it really all right, Sirius?" she asked quietly.

Sirius was silent for a long time before he squeezed out a murderous sentence: "Don't ask me, I don't want to say it."

dot dot dot.

"Cough, I see, you have worked hard."

Reluctantly waving his hand to show that he would not pursue it anymore, Tsudai forced himself to ignore the quiet relief of some people, and clenched the rapier in his hand.

"—line up!"

With an order, the swords who had just stood loosely in a group quickly divided into several teams. Like every time he played in Honmaru before, Tsuyoshi stood at the top of the steps, and the swords who usually need to look up can do it without Striving to take a panoramic view gave her the illusion that she was leading an army of thousands of horses.

(In fact, the side that is going to fight is the one with thousands of troops.)

(Without Honmaru as spiritual support, the swordsmen only rested for one night, far from the state of Sakura Fubuki, which can be said to be extremely unfavorable conditions.)

(But... still have to go out.)

She glanced at Fu Sangshen in front of her.

"The enemy's target has been locked by the advance detection force." Her eyes lingered on Hou's body for a moment, and it was no surprise that he straightened his body. "It's very well done. The enemy is located in 1993, Kagu Togen Before Shi Chengwang, the target of the other party was very clear—it was Kagutsu himself in Tokyo."

(After all, there are always times in a person's life that he has to face difficulties.)

"But what we can't be sure about is what kind of attack the other party will take. It is possible to assassinate or attack the city. So this time, I need the strength of all the kings."

(Because that's the path I chose.)

"I can tell you frankly that due to being away from Honmaru for a long time, my spiritual power is only about half of what it is normally. For tactical arrangements, there may be a temporary termination of communication on the battlefield. I hope you will understand."

(So ​​no matter how difficult it is——)

"The following is the composition of this troop. The captains of each troop follow orders."

(——that’s where I, the blade is headed.)

"The first and second Taidao Datai troops, all Taidao members wear heavy cavalry swords, the Taitai chooses elite soldiers, and all mount their horses. You are the first line of defense outside the city. If the enemy invades, you must pass through you first. Wherever they are, they don’t seek total annihilation, but they seek to consume the opponent’s main force.”

The dark blue Fu Sangshen smiled peacefully, and the white Fu Sangshen leisurely held his head in his hands.

"The third and fourth threat units are all equipped with light cavalry and knives. The key point is to be able to go back and forth freely between the streets of the city. Horses are not necessary. I trust everyone's mobility. The main task of these two units is to clean up the remnants of the enemy. Support the first and second units, and try not to miss any enemy."

The black-haired and red-eyed boy respectfully respected the Lord's order for a week, and then was knocked on the back of the head with the handle of a knife by the boy wearing a blue feather beside him.

"The fifth and sixth short-sword units, all with heavy infantry. Your battlefield is indoors—near the home of Kagutsu Hyun-shin. If someone slips through the net and breaks through the first four units, it's too early to use your dexterity to deal with them. , and at night—indoor and night battles, it’s the king’s world.”

The short knife who had just successfully completed the investigation task raised the corner of his mouth, and the brother on the other side nodded calmly.

No one interrupted, after all, such an arrangement is already a common practice, what makes people curious is how the remaining troops will be used.

Zhudai, who was being closely watched, smiled wryly in her heart, squeezed the cold weapon in her hand to seek a sense of security—but it was obvious that she had found the wrong partner, and Sirius' gloating voice sounded in her ears: "Are you nervous now?"

"...No, I'm too excited."

She uttered this sentence in a low voice, and exhaled again.

"—The rest will be led by me personally to form a support force, and they will be deployed at will according to the lack of troops on the battlefield. This move will be very random, and I hope you stay vigilant... What's wrong, Shinano."

Suddenly, a hand covered in black gauntlets was raised in the crowd. The five fingers were covered with copper-colored armor, which was so recognizable that it was impossible to pretend not to see it.

Shinano held up that hand persistently: "Yes! I think the general should stay in a safer place as the commander. It's just that if you command, you can do it with spiritual power."

"It's just a command...."

Tsuyoshi laughed, it wasn't the subtle smile of a lady in the pretentious mode, nor the squeamish smile of an ordinary girl. : "However, in fact, that is my goal, to protect the correct history - that is my choice, my battlefield. So Shinano, sorry, the proposal is not accepted."

"Even if it's my waywardness, I ask you to accompany me once."

"—The direction of our blade is for our righteousness, for all the living beings who have worked hard so far in this world, and for the possibility that we once had when we gathered together. What has happened cannot be changed, and even if there is regret, we can only Those who should become the driving force for progress, those who are obsessed with the past and do not think about progress, beheaded!"

The girl drew out the rapier in her hand, and the white blade drew a silver glow in the sunlight that could split time and space——

"—Isa, go out!!"

The author has something to say: The stupid author returned to school today, so he spit out the update, sorry for the delay qaq

The perfect ending ends here. Everyone can imagine that they won a big victory and returned unscathed (...), and then started a peaceful daily life. I think this kind of fairytale happy ending is not bad.

But what prompted me to write this article is still in the next chapter (Fuck, so count it as my obsession, I will still release what I think is the true ending.

As for those little angels who are satisfied just seeing this place, thank you all for accompanying me all the way to this place w hey, I hope we will see you again~