[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

The sky in Honmaru is clear, the sky is blue and open, and the wind blowing in the face is also refreshing, making people unable to help but smile.

Fujiki changed into bunt and was about to go to the training ground. When passing by the courtyard, he saw Kasen Kanesada washing clothes. The elegant Bunkei Dato tied his bangs up with a pink bow, humming waka softly and seemed to be in a good mood.

Wearing a Japanese uniform, wearing a yellow turban, and dressed exactly like a grandfather, Heian Kyotachi was sitting on the porch drinking tea, and there was a refreshment beside him.Seeing the vine tree, Mikazuki Zongjin curled his eyelashes and showed a straightforward smile, "Hahaha! Good morning, today is really a good day."

Fujiki: ... mixed feelings.

So, is Sanri Yue Zongjin's nature actually like this?

So the vibrating knife of No. 044 Honmaru really worked hard.

Fujiki's eyes fell on the carefree face of Sanka Yuezong, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he asked: "Sankai Yue, I remember that today you seem to be Hata Dangfan...?"

"...Hahaha! Really?"

Sanri Yuezong blinked his eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip, without any guilty conscience on his face. "Hahaha, but I really don't understand how to use farm tools. After all, I'm just a grandpa hahaha!"

God tm hahaha!

Fujiki was a little startled by the brazenness of Heian Kyotachi, and he took two breaths to stabilize his mood.

I don't know if anyone can tell him why such a knife like Sanri Yuezong's is so enthusiastically sought after!

"Okay, I see." Teng Shu wanted to hold his forehead and sigh a little. "Next time, I will remember to put you and Jinjian together."

Although the white-haired little tengu is a dagger, but as a serious big brother of the Sanjo swordsmanship, even if Mikazuki Zongjin doesn't want to be an insider, he won't do such an unlimited thing as throwing everything at the dagger, right?

Although, in the end, the work of the inside story is likely to fall on Yan Rong, but... let the swords and swords solve it by themselves, he doesn't care, spread his hands.jpg.

Outside the courtyard came the silver bell-like laughter of the daggers, and Fujishu went out to find that the daggers were flying kites on the grass in front of the hill.Among them was a white crane ball, which was obviously a low-vibration Taidao, but it blended into the short sword very naturally, and ran along foolishly.

Under the influence of the power of the vines, the many leaf cherry blossoms on the hillside bloomed particularly brightly. When the wind blows over the hills, a few petals are rolled up, as beautiful as snow is falling.

Yaken Toshiro brought a basket of snacks, and Ichiki Ikshin and Iwarong sat under the cherry tree and looked at the daggers running around with idiot-like smiles.Zong San Zuo Wenwen had just finished his horse-drawing, and his rolled up sleeves had not been put down yet, his eyes fell on Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen, his strange-colored pupils were full of tenderness.

After the wandering Fusangshen sword bell is hung into the Honmaru, the number of swords and swords in the Honmaru can form an expeditionary force.But Fujiki suspended all the activities of Honmaru, so that the wandering gods who had finally returned to Honmaru to exile swords and finally found a place where they could sleep all night without worrying about the intrusion of various enemies could feel at ease. Honmaru.

So far, the results are still very good.

There are such noisy swords as Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and the three-strike exile sword that is very caring no matter which side it is. The swords have opened their hearts. Although everyone is not a rare sword, but with this new batch God joined in, and Honmaru finally became lively.

Teng Shu's eyes became softer unconsciously, and a smile appeared on his face.

When they arrived at the training ground, the Okita team's two-shock swordsman and the Hijikata team's swordsman and Wakisashi were holding hands. Yamabagiri Kunihiro stood aside and watched, and saw the vine tree, and the beautiful blond haired sword quickly pulled the quilt. Only a pair of clear blue pupils were exposed, peeking carefully at the vine tree.

Fujiki smiled at him, feeling the sight of the god judge, Yamabuki Kunihiro squeezed his fingers more nervously, forcing himself to focus on the battle on the field.

As the Bakumatsu sword from the Shinsengumi, the four-shock sword has witnessed the decline of bushido, and also witnessed countless turmoil and wars.Their sword skills are all inherited from their masters Toshizo Hijikata and Souji Okita, and when they wield their swords, their brows and blades carry the blood and gunpowder smoke of that era.

Kunihiro Yamababa watched very seriously, and the uneasiness of being around the god-judgment disappeared.Fujiki was also attracted and couldn't look away. Even though he was not proficient in sword skills, he couldn't help admiring it.

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Happy Lantern Festival, little cuties!

Because the stupid author has been hollowed out yesterday, so today is still short, ╭(╯^╰)╮huh~

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