[Sword Ranbu+K] Where the Blade Goes

That was a long time ago.

At that time, she was still an ordinary middle school student, without a prominent family background, without dazzling talents, and even her appearance could only be regarded as cute by virtue of her age, but she was inconspicuous due to her short stature, and her personality also belonged to the mainstream cognition The normal junior high school girls in China are, in general, very mediocre existence.

But what can be done? People just love to be pretentious, and they will always think about some problems that are not helpful to real life.

So one night after school, her friend asked this question.

"Tamayo, do you know about equivalent exchange?"

For junior high school students, this is really too complicated a question, whether it is considered from sociology or economics, it is not within the scope of knowledge she has mastered.

But she still tried to think hard.

"...Although I'm not very clear, in short, it probably means that no matter what you want, you have to pay the corresponding price?"

What did the friend say after that?In fact, she doesn't remember very much. There are only warm smiling faces of friends in her vague memories. She was in a leisurely state of mind at that time. Command is enough.

She was thinking so optimistically.

Then, it was less than a week before that conversation happened.

The sky is falling.

[If you lose your past memories and all the people who love me and I love, it will be the price of meeting you. 】

[Then, this is the price I want to protect my morality. 】

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There was an icy cold touch on the face, fluffy, like a towel soaked in cold water.

It must be the daggers of Awataguchi.She thought this a little funny, obviously she looks like a primary school student, but it seems that every time she gets sick, the short knives will take care of her in the end.

I don't know which one this time.

She trembled her eyelashes, and opened her mouth with a slight smile. Her voice was a little hoarse, but it did not affect the gentle emotional expression.

"Thanks for your hard work……"

Her pure black eyes slowly opened, and she looked towards the bed, but what caught her eyes was not the expected military uniform shorts, but a piece of blue windbreaker. His brain began to spin sluggishly.

"...Mr. Munakata?"

"You are awake."

Even holding a towel for taking care of patients in his hand, it did not affect the kingly aura of the person in front of him at all. The tall young man knelt by her bed, and he temporarily stopped the movement of his hands when he heard the words: "Please rest well. That Foxnosuke said, you had a fever because your spiritual power was exhausted and your body couldn't adapt for a while."

"That's it."

She turned her eyes back to the ceiling, which was the wallpaper chosen by Candlestick Kirito, with a beige warm atmosphere-this is undoubtedly her Honmaru.

"Honmaru is still functioning well, which means...we won?"

Munakata dipped the changed towel back into the water basin, his icy purple eyes stared at the dizzy ripples in the water for a while, and he was silent for a few seconds before replying: "If you mean war, then yes, we won gone."

"—But if you mean what you usually mean, you might as well get up and see for yourself."

A familiar cynical voice came from the door, and Tsuyoshi turned his head to look over. The young man leaning against the door had long hair reaching his waist, was wearing a windbreaker uniform, and his boots were above his knees.

"Sirius?" she confirmed.

"Who else is there?" Sirius snorted, and looked out the door, "Your place is not bad, a sword with a bit of spirituality can temporarily have a body, but it still needs someone to guide it—— Let’s just say that my master is not worse than you, they didn’t choose my master at the beginning because of poor vision.”

There was too much information, and Tsuyoshi was dizzy for a while before slowly straightening out: "In other words, is it Mr. Munakata who guided you into this appearance?"

"Who else could it be?"

Sirius repeated the exact same words in the same tone, and stared at her coolly with his beautiful blue eyes.

"After all, you have exhausted your spiritual power."

(...Ah, yes.)

She thought a little dullly.

(In order to stop that person, I used all my spiritual energy.)

(Even if the last trace of spiritual power was forcibly stripped from the flesh and blood, he did not flinch.)

(Even in the end, Shinano who was beside me shouted "For the general!" and turned into a short knife before my eyes again, and he didn't retreat.)

(so.)

(I.)

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her hands and feet, which were unconscious just now, suddenly gained strength.She quickly turned over and sat up, ignoring Zongxiang's dissuasion and stumbled out of the room, no one guided her, but as if she was being led by some lead, she went straight to Daguangjian.

(So, here it is--)

The big room was deserted and clear, not like the usual noises that could be heard endlessly.Zhudai has a quiet personality, so he doesn't come and go here often on weekdays, so this has become a private meeting place for swordsmen, and every time he passes by, he can see groups of people in small groups.

And now it's empty, with no one in it.

——There are 57 knives, quietly displayed on the wall.

(——Is this my price?)

She knelt down on the ground with chills all over her body, but there were no words of concern and strong support from the swordsmen around her.It was only at this moment that she seemed to begin to realize what she had lost, what she had given up on in terms of human ideals and the path cut by the blade.

12 years ago, she lost everything.

With a little ability, the cowardly middle school student was protected from the fate of death under the cover of the government of time, and became a black household outside the timeline. At the cost of all his memories, he got a new residence and companions.

It was a world where the so-called common sense didn't apply at all. All the life she had lived was meaningless, and everything had to start all over again.

Fortunately, there are them.

12 years later, as if going back in time, she stood in the same situation again.

But this time, they're gone.

"They have something for you."

Sirius' voice came from behind, and it was rare that there was no tone of disdain, and the voice fell like jade; "Before we left, they asked me to tell you."

"Yingmaru said, don't feel sorry and sad, it's their own choice to fight for the lord."

"Tsuramaru Kuninaga said, are you scared this time? The master has always grown faster than I expected, so this time, you can also spend it well."

"One issue and one shock said that the flames of Osaka Castle will not destroy Yoshimitsu's name. The will of the lord must be much stronger than ours. Do you know? Brothers are no longer afraid of flames."

"Ming □ □ Xing said, if you don't want to move forward, just close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Huawan said, but the Lord is a person who keeps going forward, and never really indulges in the past and memories."

She burst into tears, trembling all over but couldn't speak a word, Sirius' voice continued, some scars can only be truly healed by disinfection, and some pains must be exposed to the sun to disappear invisible.

"Sanri Yuezong recently said that tangible things must have a day of destruction, and what is valuable is what you do in the tangible days."

"Shinano Toshiro said that with the company of the general, I have become reliable. So, has our existence benefited the general?"

- Ahhh.

——I have benefited.

She choked up and said as if she was struggling: "Yes, really, yes."

You have taught me far more than that.

Memories of jokes together, memories of fighting together, memories of complaining about government rules, memories of enduring loneliness away from the world together, forcibly transforming a useless middle school student into a heroic general, even if the whole world is overturned, she Also had the power to straighten it out.

"thank you all."

Every time the blade in the hand is swung, it is to go to the unknown future. Time moves forward with the traces of swords and swords.

"This should be ni, ありがとう——"

The girl who lost all her spiritual power finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out heartily. No one would come to comfort her again. The time that had stagnated 12 years ago began to flow again. Gensokyo, like a paradise, is not a place for human beings after all. She ends up fighting for herself.

The direction of our blade is the place we are about to go to.

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"—This is the story of a certain god judge in a certain timeline."

The yellow-haired fox dumpling wagged its tail and looked at the newly appointed god judge in front of him: "So, what will the story between you and the sword be like?"

Inexplicably forced to listen to a senior's story during the novice guidance, the judge looked bewildered, thinking to himself, could this be a new type of assessment?And looking at Fox's serious expression, it's not easy to give a too casual answer.

"Ah... In short, do what you can do first, okay?"

"My lord, it's time to go out."

"Okay, right away." Turning back and waving at Foxnosuke, "I'm leaving first, come back and continue?"

Foxosuke's small face covered with yellow fur didn't show much emotion. It looked at the back of the God-inspector who hurried out of the gate, and lay down again, forming a ball.

It is noon, the sun is shining, and it is suitable for lazy napping and sleeping.

It squinted its eyes and rubbed the fur on its tail, vaguely remembering the god judges it had seen, the one who was full of vigor at the beginning was very similar to the one who just went out.

——If so, it is a new future.

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The author has something to say: the full text is over.

Basically everything I want to write is in the article.

Let's talk nonsense, shall we?The purpose of this article at the beginning is to play tricks, so basically the plot is also light-hearted and entertaining. Compared with serious dating or serious life, it is probably a unit comedy.

But it was probably at the moment when I clicked to publish and choose a name, this topic jumped in front of my eyes.

I really think cold weapons like swords are very handsome, and even more so when wielded.

[However, for those who wield their knives, what are they wielding their knives for? 】

It was probably under such an impulse that I changed the outline overnight, and it finally became like this.

I think this is the most suitable answer for Zhudai.

So this article is officially over here, and it has been about a month in total. Thank you for your company (bow). If this story has made you feel even a little bit happy, I will be very happy.

Xinkeng has plans to open a long story with swords and swords alone. It is a brain hole of the monster aunt. It will probably follow the Awataguchi line and bring the Sanjo family and the Date group to play.

However, there are still some specific information to be checked, so it may be delayed. If you are interested, you can accept my column first, and you can see it as soon as you open it.w

Lastly, little angel, everyone is destined to see you~