A broken waist warning from a god judge

After distributing the swords, Yunjin returned to her bedroom, closed her eyes and fell down on the soft bed with a thud.

Her slightly abnormal behavior scared Sakura to run out and call Yaken Toshiro over. After a serious and rigorous inspection, Yaken was a little speechless and said that she was just asleep.

"Just fell asleep, not for other reasons?"

Yun An repeated: "But calm down and think about it, this is indeed my sister's style."

For example, after getting the sword, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, but I cheered up and satisfied my curiosity. It is probably the limit to be able to hold the sword and distribute it to Fu Sangshen.

"Then let my sister take a good rest."

Knowing that Yunjin was fine, Sakura breathed a sigh of relief, and she pushed everyone out with herself: "Mr. Yaoyan, and Mr. Swordsmith, you two seem a little anxious...then I won't I'll leave you for tea."

"The god judge will be taken care of by you."

This blatant order to chase away guests also conformed to the minds of the two of them.

After saying goodbye, Yao Yan took his own medicine box and said goodbye to the three-headed swordsmith at the gate of the small courtyard.

The eyes of the former glanced at his waist from time to time, and there was indeed an existence there that made Yaoyan uneasy. Two short knives that were only slightly different in subtleties were hung there. The matter of fusion is mysterious and mysterious. , at least after this time passed, he didn't have much confidence in merging ontology.

As for the latter, of course there are more important things to deal with.

Do you still remember what Yunjin said, when Fu Sangshen merged with the main body, there will no longer be "Touken Ranbu" and "Government of Time" in this world?

Both of them are gone, so how can the Fusangshen who are attached to these two retain their complete form.

[This matter must be settled before the end of the fusion. 】

He thought so in his mind, but a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the swordsmith's mouth, which didn't match his cute appearance at all.

【...but how round it should be! 】

That's not just one or two pills. There are more than tens of thousands of god-inspectors registered in the register, and there are many descendants of big figures among them. Even the monsters have sent their own eyes and ears in the world, wanting to take a look. What the hell is this knifesmith doing?

If there is no accident like Yunjin, the swordsmith who has the situation in his hands, even if he wants to end the "Sword Ranbu" in his heart, he will gradually plan to reduce the number of god judges little by little, in a way that makes people feel uncomfortable. You will feel unexpected, the natural speed of things changing, slowly.

However, Yunjin obviously didn't give him the time to "slowly progress".

[Is this the... arrogance unique to big monsters? 】

According to the law of the forest, the strongest is supreme, and the power level determines the positions of the two. The one standing in the upper position can order the monsters in the lower position to do things that seem impossible.

The swordsmith who once thought he was also a high-ranking youkai laughed again.

[This can't be blamed on anyone other than myself, it's just because I'm too weak. 】

He stopped and raised his head. The swordsmith's eyes looked beyond the wall forest, as if breaking through this isolated space, and landed in the far east.

Yun Jin, who was sleeping deeply in the bedroom, fell asleep for another three days.

The ten-day covenant (unilaterally) made with the assistant officer of hell, the Ghost Lamp Office, seems to have only four days left.

Then in the blink of an eye for three days, what has changed in this pill?

The most obvious one is probably Fu Sangshen's own swords. He can't give up any of them no matter what. He can only carry two swords with him.

"Actually, at a time like this, the dagger is the most enviable object, okay?"

Among other things, just because of the elbow-length or even shorter size, even if you hang a few more, it won't make people feel strange.

——Well, it should be strange to carry a pair of short knives, but no matter what, it is better than other fusangshen.

Just like our Odachi friends, can you imagine the picture of them walking around the Honmaru with two Odachi on their backs?

In the same way, in the past three days, I haven't seen much of my tall naginata partner.

"Do you think good portability equals good integration?"

Ranto Shiro tilted his position, looking at the main body he put on the table with a troubled face: "I stare at them every day, but no matter how I look at them, I don't think they have any intention of merging? Since they are all" If I', shouldn't I be given a little preferential treatment as the master?"

"If you have time to play with big eyes and small eyes here, it's better to pick the vegetables in the vegetable garden."

Cattail, who passed behind Luan, raised his foot and kicked the other party: "You still have two hands that look about the same, but Gu Gu and I have one big one and one small one, and the task is even more difficult."

"what!"

Before the opponent's foot came into contact with him, he swayed to the side and steadily avoided the restless left foot: "Then what can I do, who made you grow from long to short and from big to small? It is a road you must pass, and no one can replace it."

"...Why do I think there is something in your words?"

Rolling his eyes, Cattail didn't really want to pay attention to the chaos.

He didn't bring the two main bodies with him like a mess, but what fell on his waist was Wakizawa who still had burn marks on the sheath.

Instead, the small naginata that Yunjin had reforged back to its original length was placed in the house and never brought out.

This is of course related to the length of the naginata, which is inconvenient to carry with you, but from the cattail's behavior of pausing for deep thought from time to time while walking, it can be seen that the entanglement and confusion in the other party's heart are no less than those of the other fusangshen. go.

that's true.

It is very difficult to be able to transform from a sword, but it turns out that there are so many people like myself, and it is not a problem to form a large team. Just myself can fill a stadium that can accommodate at least 1 people.

But this is not surprising. To the surprise and joy of the swordsmen, they can still have all their original appearances in history.

But this is still not the ultimate. No one would have thought that they, who are one ten thousandth of the main body or a larger denominator, can keep the real main body by their side.

And it has to be integrated with the body.

The first two made Fu Sangshen feel how bright and brilliant his tomorrow is, how vast and vast his future is, but this sudden third-level jump made all Fu Sangshen feel that after the excitement passed, , I couldn't help but think about it.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, An Ding, a question that bothers me very much."

With nothing to do, California Qingguang leaned against the soft large doll, and while crossing his legs, he stuffed snacks into his mouth: "If the memories of so many people are merged, will I, California Qingguang, still be the same me?"

"In other words, each of them is 'I', but I was lucky enough to meet a god judge, so I became the most unique one."

"In fact, even without us, these sleeping bodies will transform into form one day."

"Then if such a future comes, am I a real product or a fake, am I still the clean California?"

Yamato Shou'an ignored him, and wrote something on his own.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, at least respond."

The crispy potato chips made a crisp cracking sound, and the oily aroma of fried potatoes mixed with the salty aroma of salt grains permeated the air, making one unable to resist wanting to rub it with Qingguang.

Izumi Mori Kanesada did just that.

He picked up a bag from the mountain of potato chips next to him, opened it with a little force, and then directly poured the whole bag of potato chips into his mouth, eating it extraordinarily boldly.

"Ha, haha..." Horikawa Kunihiro let out an embarrassed laugh, "Well, are there too many questions? Didn't you say you only asked one? The number is obviously wrong."

"Mr. Jian, would you like some tea? Potato chips are rather salty."

The treatment on the left and right sides is completely different. California Kiyomitsu, who has long been accustomed to Horikawa's fanboy image, waved his hand indifferently: "It's meaningless to care about such details, the important thing is the answer to the question."

"Want to know the answer?"

An Ding said slowly: "Then go find them, I put them in..."

"Go away, do you think I don't know you're playing "One Piece"?"

Qing Guang turned into a standard dead fish eye: "Say, you have been writing non-stop since just now. What did you write? Could it be an autobiography?"

Dao Dao in his blue eyes gave his little friend a strange look, and after a while, he nodded: "I didn't expect you to be able to guess."

"……Eh?!"

Pupils flashed like rubies, and a carp sat up straight: "What, are you really writing an autobiography?"

"correct."

There is a thick stack of paper in Yamato Shou'an's hand, which is filled with dense small characters, which makes people's eyes dazzled: "Aren't you worried, is the self after merging the memory really yourself?"

"Since you are so uncertain, record everything you have now."

"After the fusion, it doesn't matter whether this memory still exists. I have already left my own trace in this world, and that's enough."

The other people in the room all had blank expressions.

"If you don't want to write by hand, you can also use a voice recorder, or take a video to record it."

It's more ritualistic if it's just handwritten.

Yamato, who had considered all the possibilities, said sadly in his heart, perhaps this was the only thing he could do for himself before the fusion.

In the short tens of years of life, excluding the instilled memories, there are very few parts that belong to me.

The papers in my hands are the life called "Yamato Shou An Ding". When I think about it this way, I feel that the papers in my hands are as light as a feather.

——but it weighs more than a thousand catties.

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From this point of view, our An Ding is unexpectedly a beautiful boy from the Department of Literature.

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