[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

Whether it is for Honmaru's companions or other dark swords to have a glimmer of hope, Yaken Toshiro will not refuse the proposal of the god judge, but when he is actually in front of the god judge, he still can't help being nervous.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Yaken Toshiro knelt and sat in front of the short table, trying his best to look calm.

"Give me the body."

Fujiki was preparing the powder and hosho paper for repairing the sword, but he didn't notice Yaken Toshiro's hands under the table clenched into fists and clenched his pants.

Handing over the body to the God Judge, in a sense, is equivalent to entrusting one's own life.

However, no matter what the God Judge was going to do, the matter of asking him for the main body did not exceed his expectations.

Yaken Toshiro took a small breath, then untied the body from his waist, and put his hands in front of the God examiner.

Fujiki also took it with both hands, and then slowly pulled the blade out of the scabbard carefully.

Yaken Toshiro got his name because he never wanted to hurt his master, but he was a good sword that grew up on the battlefield.

But at this time, Yaken Toshiro's shiny body was covered with fine cracks, and the ominous black air was strangled in the cracks like silk threads, tightly entwining the vibrating dagger.

He didn't realize how serious their human figures were, until he pulled out the main body, and Fujishu realized that the vibrating dagger seemed to be broken at any time.

Normally, to maintain a sword, you should pull out the nail, disassemble the handle, and then pull out the blade, but the situation of the short knife made Fujiki directly dismiss this idea.

Teng Shu lightly stroked the blade with his fingertips, and couldn't help but become more cautious, "I'm starting."

Fujiki cast his eyes on Yaken Toshiro, and nodded when he saw the black-haired dagger, then gathered the power into a small bunch, and tentatively touched the dagger in his hand.

The wood ability can easily penetrate into the blade.

However, when Fujiki's ability touched those black silk threads, Yaken Fujishiro, who only cried out in pain at the beginning, and then bit his lips tightly and endured silently, suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream, and was caught by something. Driven by strength, he turned over and got up, trying to snatch the body from Fujiki's hand.

It felt like being torn apart.

The pain of being burned cannot be a tenth of it.

The great pain and the ensuing fear almost destroyed Yaken Toshiro's mind.

Fujiki stopped the power injection the moment the black-haired dagger screamed, but the pain did not abate, but Yaken Toshiro was still struggling wildly uncontrollably.

"what--!!"

Driven by his survival instinct, the black-haired dagger just wanted to get back his body, but no matter how desperately he stretched out his hand, the dagger, which was convulsing all over his body, couldn't turn over the low table in front of him, and just swept everything on the table onto the ground. land.

Fujiki immediately turned over and stood up, stepped directly over the shoulder of Kentoshiro, the main drug of the low table card, and pressed the black-haired dagger that was about to collapse on the carpet.

Yaken Toshiro's eyes were empty, only physiological tears kept washing those eyes.Because of the excessive vocalization, blood overflowed from the short knife's lips.

"Calm down! Yakuken Toshiro!"

Fujiki looked around, but couldn't find anything suitable, so he tore off a strip from Yaken Toshiro's clothes and stuffed it into the mouth of the dagger.

"Your vocal cords are torn! Calm down! Stop shouting!"

Yaken Toshiro was suppressed, only his chest heaved violently, but as his body gradually became numb, the movement of struggling with the short knife gradually weakened, and no sound came out of his throat.

There was no trace of blood on the black-haired dagger's face, and the purple eyes washed by tears were hollow, like a delicate doll, and did not respond to Fujiki's words.

Fujiki held the dagger with one hand, and took the dagger's wrist with the other.

Fujiki thought that his ability had caused damage to Yaken Toshiro.

But with the pulse of the short knife, Fujiki found that the pulse of the short knife was very strong and powerful. Although it was very rapid, it didn't look like he was injured.

Therefore, his ability is not harmful to the main body of Sword Fusangshen.

Fujiki was also a little flustered by the too violent reaction of the dagger, after calming down and thinking about it, Fujiki understood.

His ability will cause too much pain to the dagger when it touches the dark breath in Fusangshen's body, but the wood ability itself has a very powerful healing effect, which can play a stimulating role.

Adding the two together, Dagger endured more pain than he could bear at that moment, but he couldn't even pass out, so that's why he broke down emotionally, right?

Blaming him for being too reckless, Fujiki couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Fujiki wiped away the tears from the face of the black-haired dagger, then held up the head of the dagger, and gently kneaded the muscles of the back of his neck, hoping that the dagger could relax.

"Yakuken Toshiro, can you hear me?"

It is still necessary to confirm whether the dagger was injured. Fujiki held Yaken Toshiro's wrist, counted the pulse of the dagger, and asked softly, "Is there any injury? Tell me, where does it hurt?"