[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

Fujiki walked around the Honmaru after dinner. These fusangshen built the Honmaru very well. The courtyard is clean and tidy, the flowers and trees are lush and lush, and even the fields have been reclaimed. The horses in the horses are also fur-colored. Bright and strong.

Honmaru only has ten strikes of swords, six people go out to battle every day, and four people take turns to rest.Fu Sangshen, who is on vacation, not only has to undertake all the inside stories, but also sort out the team reports. The workload cannot be said to be heavy, but this is the case. In just two weeks, Honmaru has planned in an orderly manner. It seems that everyone is really motivated. .

The vines smelled the fragrance of the grass and trees, and they were very happy.When passing by the hillside near the field, Fujishu glanced at a corner of his clothes and stopped involuntarily.

Fujiki identified it by the moonlight, and it was Izumi Mori Kanesada.

At this time, everyone was almost ready to rest in the room. What was this very young but exceptionally beautiful and handsome Bakumatsuto doing all by himself on the hillside?

Izumi Mori Kanesada folded his hands behind his head, leaning against the cherry tree on the hillside, looking up at the starry sky motionlessly.

Fujiki couldn't see Dato's expression clearly, but he could feel that Izumi Mori Kanesada was shrouded in a layer of loneliness.

Fujiki stood quietly for a while, without disturbing Izumi Mori Kanesada, quietly went back to his small building.

Although he was not in Honmaru, the small building of the God Judge was always cleaned, and it was not kept spotless. Even the bedding on the bed had been dried during the day, and the smell of sunlight still remained.

The viability of the vine tree is very strong, but the living ability is average.Some people thought of him before, but they were all rejected by Fujiki because of their impure purpose.For a long time, Fuji has always taken care of himself, and he is still a little touched by the careful care he is receiving now.

After washing himself, Tengshu passed the ability to Xiaotiao, and then threw himself into the soft quilt with the towel on his head.

After breakfast the next day, Kokuro Toshiro led the team out.

Imaken and Yanrong took over Honmaru's Uchiban. When Fujiki saw them, the tall naginata held Imakime on his shoulders, and the white-haired little Tengu took a rag and wiped the dust on the beams earnestly. Talking happily while working.

Seeing Fujiki, Yanrong put the little tengu down. The monk from Heianjing wore a chest-baring inner uniform and greeted Fujiki heartily.

The little tengu walked up to the vine tree with a "da da da" on his thin legs. The little dagger, who was a little embarrassed, didn't dare to look into the eyes of the god judge, but still whispered good morning.

"morning."

Fujiki patted the little tengu's head, sticking him to wipe off the dust that accidentally rubbed on his face. "Remember to tell Hasebe to let him buy a few more guards and take care of the knives he brought back, you know?"

Jinjian nodded vigorously, and being touched by the god-judging person seemed to satisfy the secret expectation in his heart, and the worry about whether the god-judging person would still be angry was also soothed, and Jinjian's red pupils were as clear as if they had been washed by water.

Fujiki told Jinjian not to be lazy, and then he was going to go to the training ground to exercise his muscles and bones. However, just as he walked to the gate of the training ground, Fujiki heard an angry voice from inside: "Oh lah lah lah!"

Vine Tree: "..."

On the training ground, a boy with a fluffy ponytail was wearing a blue jacket and a light gray lantern hakama. After finishing the chopping training, the boy stabbed forward with a wooden knife in his hand. The tip of the knife stabbed into the wooden man in front of him, and he **, plunged in fiercely again.Sawdust flew, but the boy with the ponytail didn't even blink his eyes.

It's quite powerful, but...

"Yamato Shou'an." Teng Shu leaned against the door frame and looked at it for a while, then called out the word Fu Sang**.

Da Dao, who was called by name, completed the last thrust unmoved, then drew out his sword, and looked over coldly.

"Your fighting style is too violent. It's powerful, but it's easy to be caught off guard when you encounter a flexible enemy." Fujiki said.

"What do you mean?" Yamato Moranda raised his wooden knife and pointed it at the vine tree, his eyes seemed to be frozen. "My swordsmanship is inherited from Okita-kun's natural flow of mind, do you have any opinion on Okita-kun's swordsmanship?"

"I have never seen Okita-kun's swordsmanship, but since he is a world-famous swordsman, he will never fight like this."

Fujiki walked into the training ground, picked up a wooden knife from the weapon rack, weighed it in his hand, and smiled at the angry Yamato Shou Anding, "Come on, let me have a fight, let me see Okita Your swordsmanship."