[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

Fujiki parted the grass, revealing Fusangshin in a white kimono with white hair on top.Before Fujiki said anything, Yaken Toshiro exclaimed in surprise: "Tsuramaru-den?!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga lay on the ground with a look of lovelessness, but his eyes blinked, and the curiosity in it couldn't be concealed at all.

I don't know when he came, but he should have witnessed the whole process of the battle, otherwise he wouldn't have frequently looked at Tengshu's face.

The grass that bound Tsurumaru Kuninaga spread out as if he had received some orders. Tsurumaru Kuninaga patted his soiled kimono and sat up, showing an enthusiastic smile to Token Fusangshin who surrounded him.

"Mr. Tsuru, your hand...?" Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada squatted down, trying to touch Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hand, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga avoided it without a trace.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga retracted his hands into the wide sleeves, but the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada still clearly saw that half of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's arms became translucent, and the extremely thin bones could be seen directly through the skin, dark red. The muscles and beating blood vessels looked extremely terrifying.

This is a sign that the spiritual power of the Sword Fusangshen has dissipated, and Mr. Crane... is about to disappear.

Unspeakable sadness leaked from Candekiri Mitsutada and Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't seem to care, stretched out his hand and rubbed the black-haired sword's head vigorously, smiling brightly And gentle.

"Kōbo." Tsurumaru Kuninaga showed a nostalgic look, "It's been a long time since I saw you."

"Mr. Tsuru, why did you come here?" Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada clenched Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sleeves sadly, and the joy of reunion suddenly disappeared.

"I just want to ask you? What do you want to do when you come to the battlefield?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga glanced around, and found that the positions of Touken Fusangshen were vaguely blocking his escape route, so he couldn't help poking his lips, and said, "This is the first time I saw a god judge who stayed overnight in the Noh battlefield." ! But even if the spiritual power is very strong, if you stay for a long time, you will provoke Jian Feiwei."

"We are looking for a team of Fusangshen. The captain is Qingguang from California. They were exiled here a year ago. I want to take them back." Fujiki said.

"A year ago?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and sarcastically said: "What makes you think that Fu Sangshen can survive alone on the battlefield for a year? You have already thrown them away, and you are still looking for them what?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga restrained his smile, pulled his sleeves out of Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's hand, stood up and looked at Yamato Morita, who was holding the body tightly, and said, "You are Yamato Morita from No. 667 Honmaru, right? Do you know this? "

Saying that, Tsurumaru Kuninaga took out a broken hair band from his bosom, Yamato Mamoru's eyes turned red immediately, and he grabbed Tsurumaru Kununaga's bony wrist, almost breaking it with such force .

"Why do you have this... Qingguang, Qingguang?" Yamato Mamoru Anding's voice was hoarse.

"California said before, if I can meet you, let me give you this, just say, I'm sorry for your hard work."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga lowered his long eyelashes in regret, and in the next second, big hot tears fell on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hands.

"……Eh?"

Looking at the teardrops falling on the back of his hand, Tsurumaru Kuninaga gradually widened his eyes, and let out a loud exclamation: "——eh(╯°Д°)╯?"

He never thought that Yamato Shuan Ding would cry as soon as he said, Tsurumaru Kuninaga broke away from Yamato Shuan Ding's hand, and while frantically waving his wide sleeves to wipe Mawei Fusangshen's tears, he said loudly: "Don't cry suddenly Ah! I was teasing you—did it scare you? Hahahaha?"

"..."

Yamato Moran's breathing stagnated, and black air seemed to appear around his body with his head down.

Candlestick Kirimitada couldn't bear it and pulled Tsurumaru Kuninaga away by the collar, fearing that Yamato Shou'an would go berserk and slash people, but also wanted to beat up this heartless white head who was joking around.

Ah ha ha ha ha you ghost!

It's too much to make such a joke indiscriminately!

Token Fusangshin, who also felt like he had been on a roller coaster, all glared at Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Under the gaze of the swordsmen, Tsurumaru Kuninaga couldn't help but feel guilty for a moment, stood at attention and obediently admitted his mistake.

"...It is true that some of the troops you are looking for are gone, but California is still there." Tsurumaru Kuninaga touched his head embarrassingly, and said with a smirk: "Sorry, I shouldn't joke casually, but you still cry suddenly It really scared me, hahahaha!"

So hahaha what a ghost!

Tsurumaru Kuninaga once again received condemning eyes from the swordsmen.

"……Where is he?"

Yamato Mamoru held the headband of California Qingguang tightly, raised his head, took a deep breath, raised his head, and asked in the same calm voice: "California Qingguang, where is he?"

The author has something to say:

Cry as soon as you say you want to cry Yamato Shou'an: Let the head fall to death——!