365 days of playing the knife

That damned old man... who the hell wants to run away!Tsurumaruwaka, who has turned back into the original sword, still looks like a human being, and his expression at this moment is probably gnashing his teeth.

He is a Miao Honggen who really likes to pay Sangshen, and he didn't do anything. The one who killed was San Riyue, and the one who made trouble was the God Judge.No matter how you look at it, the one who wants to escape is that black-core crescent moon!What beautiful scenery, noble, clean and cold, in Tsurumaru's view, the most beautiful blade among the five swords under heaven that everyone wants to get is clearly——too black!

Maybe it's because he was summoned before, even if he changed back to his body at this moment, Tsurumaru still has his own consciousness.But it was because of this consciousness that he seemed so depressed and troubled.

If Sanriyue took him to some open space, he wouldn't say anything on the battlefield. At worst, he would just wait for someone to find him and summon him again.After all, the dark fall and so on, in the final analysis, is that the spiritual power has been infected with something that shouldn't be infected. Now that he has lost the spiritual power link with the God Judge, no matter how dark his mind is, he can't fall into the dark fall no matter how he thinks about it.

In addition, he has only played once in total, and he has gone on an expedition once, and he probably doesn't even have a fifth level in terms of level.It is still very, very operable to be regarded as an ordinary sword that has not been awakened by others.Tsurumaru thought about the good, and felt that Mikazuki did it with this kind of mentality - if not, then he wanted to hit the blade.

but!

Where is he now?

space?Yes, it's not too empty but it's big.battlefield?It was right, because there were several couples fighting in front of him.

But... some adjectives need to be added.

It is a pile formed by accumulating different types of waste, useless, dirty and tattered things in single form.To explain it in simple vernacular is just one word, garbage dump.

Yes, it's a garbage dump.

Tsurumaru says he can't laugh.He was buried with him, placed in a shrine, and treated as a royal treasure, but he never stayed in the garbage dump!

Tsurumaru: I'm so angry, I really want to punch Mikazuki who brought him here.

However, he can't do anything now, he can only rejoice in his heart that as a sword, he has not activated the function of smell for the time being.Otherwise, it would be painful to think about being in this stench.

The concept of time is really so low that it can't be lowered. I don't know how long it has passed. I only know that when the garbage accumulated on him seems to have added another layer, the group of people on the opposite side can't help it. The group fight is over.Then a man with long black hair tied into a low ponytail, a scruffy man in a kimono with no trauma except a fist mark on his face pulled him out of the trash.

"This knife is not bad." The man's voice was deep and pleasant.

"Have you found the weapon?" A strong and tall man with afro hugged his chest in a very impatient tone. "It's fine for men to use their fists. This kind of knife is useless at first glance."

"Do you dare to say that to Fei Tan?" The long-haired man said lazily, with a slightly hunched back, he pulled out / pulled out / took a closer look at the man with the afro-haired man.The man with the afro didn't show any surprise on his face, he just blocked it with his hands very quickly, obviously this kind of thing has been done between the two of them.

As a result, what happened next caused a slight change in the expressions of both of them.Looking at the bright red blood flowing from his hand, the explosive head suddenly laughed, "This knife is not bad! There are very few weapons that can hurt me so easily!"

"Something's wrong," the long-haired man frowned, and he put the blood-stained Crane Maru back into the scabbard, "Go back and see Kuroro."

"It's just a knife, and there's no reading on it, so what's the problem? Could it be that someone is hiding inside?" I didn't know that my casual words had touched part of the facts, and the reinforcement system with super intuition, The exploding head—that is, Wojin, shook his hand, and the wound cut by Tsurumaru healed almost instantly.

"I didn't use any strength just now. It can directly break through your defense, how could this kind of weapon be picked up casually." The long-haired man—that is, Nobunaga curled his lips. "Didn't we offend the district chief recently?"

"The one who can decompose blood?" Wojin thought for a while, recalling such a person, "If it weren't for what Kurolo said to drive the prey to a desperate situation, what kind of web and what plan is there, that guy I can't live that long at all!"

"Anyway, you just need to obey the orders. When it's time to act, you're not the first one to rush forward." Nobunaga complained, if you ignore the group of corpses he stepped on and the background environment, the two of them chatting The ambiance is not bad either.

Tsurumaru also reacted in this way. The "group fight" that was misunderstood just because of the angle relationship was actually the unilateral massacre of these two humans.He realized that he seemed... to come to an incredible place.

#鹤丸: But I'm just a poor little one who can't move, who can understand my current mood.Keep smiling :-D#

The sky here is dim, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, and they don't know how long they walked. Anyway, they left the garbage dump and came to a ruin.On one side of the ruins was a relatively complete building similar to a container. Before the long-haired man holding him entered, he heard a shrill scream, but it only appeared for a moment and then stopped abruptly.

"It's coming again." Nobunaga muttered, and the big man next to him, Wojin, laughed, using his characteristic loud voice to show his presence, "Someone has been caught again! Feitan!"

With that sentence, they entered the container—well, there was no door.

"You are back." Sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room, a slender boy with black hair and black eyes raised his head, and he closed the book on his lap.His face was clean and handsome, and he looked about the age of a junior high school student, but he carried an indescribably dark aura.

"Ah." Nobunaga responded, and he threw the dusty-looking white Taidao towards the person on the sofa, as if he had used some kind of accelerator, the speed was extremely fast, so fast that Tsurumaru was worried I will instantly smash the knife.However, the boy who at least looked well-behaved caught him very easily.

"What's the matter?" Kurolo just asked casually, after all, there is still such a tacit understanding between them, and throwing things to him is nothing more than something went wrong.

"Didn't Nobunaga break the knife before?" Without waiting for Nobunaga's reply, Wojin was the first to speak, obviously convinced by the young boy sitting on the sofa, "He dragged me to find a weapon, As a result, I just met a group of people, and after killing them, I saw this knife."

"This knife can hurt Wojin." Compared with Wojin, Nobunaga's explanation was simpler and neater.

This sentence caught the attention of everyone present. Of course, they understood what Nobunaga meant. It wasn't the ability to read, but an ordinary knife could break through Wojin's defense?This group of people has long been accustomed to using thoughts to protect themselves. Even if they didn't have thoughts, Wojin's muscles would not be injured casually.

"I see." Kuroro nodded. He put the book on his lap aside before pulling out Tsurumaru's knife.Looking at the sword shining with silver light, his expression was deep.

The others looked at Kuroro, and Kuroro stared at Tsurumaru. The Tsurumaru inside the knife was too weak.After about a few minutes, Kuroro still didn't move.

Franklin: ... how much longer?

Paconoda: I don't know.

Wo Jin: ...can I go first?

Nobunaga: Do you dare?It's not like you don't know how dark Kuroro's heart is.You see, even Feitan didn't dare to make a sound, and all his movements stopped.

Feitan: ...

Tsurumaru: Isn't early death and late death all death! Stop staring at me like that!

Then, in the eye contact between everyone, Kuroro finally made a move.

Others / Tsurumaru: Come, come!Is there any result?

Seeing Kuroro put Tsurumaru aside, a red book with red blood marks appeared in his hand, and he flipped through a few pages casually.Tsurumaru didn't know what it was and was still in a daze, but it didn't mean that other people didn't know!

Others: What the hell were you looking at just now when I took it out!

After turning through a few pages, Kuroro's hand rested on a certain page, and then Tsurumaru felt as if something had been thrown on him. It was a mysterious and indescribable feeling, but overall it was still Very comfortable!

"It's okay, use it as you like." Kuroro looked at the sword in his hand that didn't show any reaction, and threw Tsurumaru to Nobunaga again, with no expression on his face, and reopened the book he put aside, the book The red book also suddenly disappeared.

"It's all right?" Nobunaga muttered, but he still believed in Kuroro's judgment, so he didn't say anything.

"There are no curses, no readings, and nothing to track. It's just a sharp ordinary knife." Kuroro didn't look up, but said quietly while looking at the book on the phone. "Ornamental use may be better than practical use, and it may be thrown away by collectors when they don't want it."

Wojin hooked Nobunaga's shoulder and laughed twice: "I said you think too much! What's the problem!"

Kurolo added: "Other problems are not ruled out, but they won't hinder you."

Nobunaga: Why are you saying that... so false?

Franklin said from the side: "You can check with Maggie again-if you are worried."

Nobunaga: "What do you mean?"

Franklin: "What can I mean? Just a knife."

Nobunaga immediately realized the contempt implied in the other party's words, and just about to fight with the other party, he was stopped by Wo Jin who was still hooking his shoulder, "I'm also curious about this knife, let's have a fight with me first !"

Glancing at Franklin who was still irritating, Nobunaga snorted, casually hung Tsurumaru on his waist, and turned his head sideways, "I just finished a fight, I don't want to fight for now."

Wo Jin scratched his explosive head, "How can that be counted just now!"

Tsurumaru, who is still only conscious, can be said to be stained with blood all the time after today.For children, for the elderly, for the young, for women, for the weak, for the strong.

In fact, in the past, Tsurumaru could control himself more or less, such as when he didn't want to hurt others.Just like Yaken Toshiro's master-protecting sword, he can cut off Yaken but doesn't want to hurt his master.

But that time, because of his unbearable treatment of the little girl, which led to a more miserable ending for the little girl, Tsurumaru never resisted again.But the more important reason is that Kuroro once used some ability on him, which caused his original autonomy to disappear.

Treated as an ordinary knife, it has beheaded enemies and slaughtered clans, whether it is ordinary people or damned people. During this period of time alone, more people have been killed by him than in the past thousand years.

He watched Kuroro and the others set up an organization, and then left this place that looked like a garbage dump or ruins. The outside world had something in common with what he knew.But more are still unfamiliar, Tsurumaru's brain turned quickly, and immediately understood the meaning of "time and space" in "time and space converter".The power system in this world is obviously different from what he perceives, otherwise, according to Nobunaga's way of fighting with thoughts wrapped around him, he would have been able to transform into a human.

Just when Tsurumaru thought that he was going to stay here until the death of these people and he might not be able to leave, something happened.In another battle, Nobunaga was about to use him to resist an attack similar to a curse, but as soon as the attack touched him, a burst of golden light appeared, and he disappeared with the attack.

Nobunaga: Where's my knife? !

Tsurumaru didn't know the follow-up over there, he only knew that with a flash of golden light, he appeared in the hands of a white-haired boy.Inexplicably, I felt a little relaxed, a little relieved, and also a little indescribable feeling.He knew that it was the ability of the "time-space converter", but since Sanriyue sent him away, he has never felt the existence of this machine. He always thought it was thrown in the garbage dump, but he didn't expect it to be fused by him. up.

It's just the timing...he doesn't know.

Then, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw this well-behaved young man with white hair like a burning flame, suddenly had a broken smile on his face, and his pupils were full of despair like a whirlpool.

In an instant, Tsurumaru's entire knife went bad.

"I'm so lucky..." The boy had a hoarse magnetic voice, if it wasn't for the dark and terrifying background like a zombie siege, Tsurumaru might still have the heart to praise it. "I was worried that I didn't have any tools, but you appeared unexpectedly..."

Before Tsurumaru could react, the white-haired boy cut off his left hand with Tsurumaru.

Tsurumaru:! ! ! !

The boy's face didn't show any pain, on the contrary, he raised the corners of his mouth very happily, like a /addicted/addicted/drug/patient.He took a woman's hand and tied it tightly with a bandage, without taking any measures to stop bleeding or disinfect. "This way... I can become one with her!"

"'Super High School Level Despair' has been successfully conquered by me...hahaha..." The white-haired boy clenched his unconscious left hand, ignoring the blood flowing down/flowing, with a pale and distorted smile on his face, "'Hope' Sure enough, 'Despair' can be defeated!"

"I'm...a super high school level..." The following words came to an abrupt end, and the originally abnormal boy looked even more abnormal. The arm he dropped.

What happened next made Tsurumaru feel that the problems in this world are not weaker than those in the previous world!Although there is no powerful ability, this world is completely, broken.The things everyone does for so-called despair...

Tsurumaru: I want to leave.

And then I don't know how long it took, when Tsurumaru felt that he had already developed psychological problems, he complained about Mikazuki in his heart, and the time-space converter suddenly worked again.

Tsurumaru: Oh, I didn't expect the crescent moon to have such a use.

But this time, when Tsurumaru was so defenseless, he accepted the full of malice that almost washed away his reason in an instant.Distorted, polluted, completely distorted, something like black mud wrapped him up.

The memory of the innocent people who died under his sword was awakened, and the negative emotions suppressed by Tsurumaru were drawn out ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times.At this moment, Tsurumaru's brain can't think, the only remaining consciousness is...

None of this would have happened without the crescent moon.

"Hey, are you still alive? Do you understand what I'm saying?" Keimaru poked the black Fusangshen lying on the ground with his eyes open with the branch he picked up.

"He's still alive... right?" Tsurumaru moved his head mechanically, he seemed to be back?

Kenmaru looked at the other party's hollow black pupils glowing red, and the movements of his hands became a little more unconscious, "I'm still rational after being so black, it looks like I'm lucky."

"Don't poke it, it hurts..." Tsurumaru's voice was weak, and he couldn't tell how lively he used to be, and he couldn't tell where it hurt, but he felt it hurt everywhere.

Kagemaru was stunned for a moment, and threw away the branch in his hand very naturally, noticed the black part of the top of the branch that looked like charred charcoal, and sighed, "It's really black."

"Should I thank you, you didn't kill me directly." Tsurumaru lay motionless on the ground. "Because we're 'like'?"

"Don't call me that kind of word." Kagemaru hugged his main body sword, his eyes were not on Tsurumaru, but glanced around, "Can you get up, someone might come over later."

Tsurumaru: "I can't get up, please help."

Kagemaru: "Then I will leave first, and there will be no date later."

Tsurumaru: ...I didn't expect you to be this kind of knee pill.

The author has something to say: Others: What the hell were you looking at just now!

Tsurumaru: Look at my beauty.

The brigade at the beginning of the hunter plot is super tender!And Komaeda... Fuck, don't you feel pain!! !

Aunt Tsurumaru in the tutoring can accept the flame to transform into a human form, but this Tsurumaru cannot accept the ability to read, the reason is very simple, because there is no system.

In fact, Tsurumaru can't be hacked no matter how much he has experienced. His psychological quality is still very strong, but because of this unexpected black mud (that is, fate's evil in this world), it has increased his negative emotions and satisfied him. The desire to recover, so he became the fallen Fusangshen and returned to his own world, so it was instantly darkened. ←It should be easy to understand.

He didn’t do it himself, it’s all because of external forces (I think it’s really hard for those fusangshen in Heianjing to fall in the dark! All of them are indifferent old men, as long as they don’t involve their own companions and brothers, they basically see it very well. Light), originally Tsurumaru complained to Sankaiyue orally, and didn't have much resentment in his heart, but in the end, he was messed up by external forces like this, which led to--just...you understand.

And, Death's younger brother Maru appears!