I thought it was be but it turned out to be he

Beside the huge sword casting pool, the sound of clanking jade steel continued rhythmically.

Immerse the knife blank in the water, and with the sound of barking, a string of bubbles burst out of the water, and the red-hot knife blank gradually cooled to iron black.

In almost everyone's understanding, forging a knife is a laborious task, and only experienced swordsmiths can accurately grasp the strength of the hammer, and a young girl is simply impossible to do this job.

The future is an accident.

"If I didn't come in, I really wouldn't have imagined that this mansion is so big."

Familiar voice and tone, after confirming that the person suddenly appeared behind him instead of the spirit behind him in the future, he let out a false alarm and let out a sigh of relief, "Don't keep appearing like this, it's scary, okay?"

The general manager had his usual smile on his face, and he casually found a comfortable position and leaned on the table, propped his body back with his hands, and didn't bother her when he saw that she was working hard, and finally took the time to say something in the future, "How do you Here again? If you come to get the knife, I will send it to you when it is done."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, just take your time."

He himself has said so and will not say anything in the future, just concentrate on his work.

The chief executive stood quietly by the side watching her, time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, seeing that her work was finally coming to an end, he whispered what he had been wanting to ask but couldn't ask, "Future sauce, what didn't you do yesterday?" Are you comfortable? They didn’t even open the door.”

Future's expression was unwavering, and nothing unusual could be seen, "It's just that I got up late."

"It was the night before yesterday..."

"Guess what." Mirai wrapped the material tightly with washi paper covered in mud and straw ash, and then put it back into the fire to ensure that the steel material can be completely welded.

She didn't want to mention it, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it, so he just laughed it off.

Future carefully and cautiously controlled the temperature and heating time of the fire, and when he remembered something, he turned around and looked at him, "You..."

The director's gaze was on her face, and after a brief eye contact, the future turned away first, and coughed unnaturally.

The chief didn't expect her to turn her head suddenly, rubbed her temple hair in embarrassment, and asked her as calmly as possible, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say..." Future paused, and after thinking about it, he found that he had completely forgotten what he wanted to say just now, so he could only quickly find a topic to avoid embarrassment again, "Are you the only one here? Where is Mr. Saito?" ?”

"Hajime said that there is something to do."

The voice settled down, and the air froze inexplicably.

"Is that geisha called Amei? Do you like her?"

After reacting, Future realized that this sentence came from his own mouth, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm not—"

The chief executive interrupted her indifferently, and the arc of his lips became even more curved, "I didn't expect to be spotted by Future Sauce."

"Aren't you angry? Asking such an impolite question?"

"It's not something that needs to be hidden." Then the smile faded slowly, and the chief executive showed a nostalgic expression, "I wandered to Tama when I was very young, and I don't have a clear impression of my mother, I can only vaguely remember her outline , when I saw Amei for the first time, I felt that the outline of her face was very familiar, well, it's not like I like it or not."

After listening to his words quietly in the future, he was still affected by his words and felt a little sour in his heart. He almost resonated with his sad past, but he didn't expect the director to change the subject, "I said my own Secret, can Mirai-chan also tell me a secret?"

Future, whose mood fluctuated greatly, pursed his lips angrily, "The thing about the mandala?"

The boss looked at her for a moment, as if waiting for her to speak.

But after knowing him for a few days, I will fully understand his rogue attributes in the future, and I will not make useless struggles. Serizawa ducks know it, and other people in the Shinsengumi will know it sooner or later, sighing helplessly, "Mandala is a Demon knife, do Datura flowers know?"

"Well, I've heard of some."

"That's a cursed flower. There is a legend about the black mandala. There is an elf living in every potted flower. As long as you water the enchanting black mandala flower with blood, the elf will help you realize your wish."

Having said that, Future stopped what she was doing, got up and left, the chief wanted to catch up, but she came back after a while, with a long, narrow and somewhat old wooden box in her hand.

Put the wooden box on the table, brush off the accumulated dust, and open the lock after lifting the seal on it in the future.

Okita Souji almost held his breath when he opened the lid.

Black mandala, just like the name, the scabbard of this knife is completely black, that color is blacker than ink, like a red rose blooming at night, with a dangerous atmosphere everywhere in the flirtatious.

Future carefully picked up the knife, "The reason why this knife is called Mandala is not as simple as the pattern of a blooming Mandala flower engraved on the handle."

Recalling the demon sword and the legend she just said, the chief executive guessed solemnly, "Could it really be blood-sucking?"

"It will suck the user's blood to transform it into the power of the knife. Before the user's blood is sucked dry, its power will indeed increase, but... once the blood is sucked dry, the ending can be imagined. Therefore, This sword is a demon sword, and its power is dangerous."

"Since it is such a dangerous knife, why not destroy it?"

"Every knife I make is like a child. How can a mother kill a child because of its evil deeds?"

You are only 16 years old, what do you say about mothers and children.

The general manager wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but seeing that Future's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and the words that rolled down his throat were swallowed alive.

Future stretched out his right hand, brushing his slender fingers across the scabbard, the lines on it were still clear and vivid, it didn't look like it had been sealed for a few years, but it looked like it had just been forged.

Looking up at the ceiling, the future seems to be lost in memory, "Seven years ago, I became very interested in Japanese knives. Mandala was the first knife I made successfully. As you can see, it is very beautiful. It soon had an owner. When I knew it was a demon knife, it was already more than half a year later. It changed owners one after another, and every user was drained of blood. It was really a A demon sword, the more blood it sucks, the stronger it becomes."

She lowered her head, hiding the darkness in her eyes.

Her mother died shortly after giving birth to her, and her father died in a plane crash when she was four years old. The family told the truth about her parents' death not long before casting the mandala.

The swordsmith is injecting soul into the knife with every hammer. Maybe she caused Datura to become a blood-devouring demon knife.

Forging a knife is a very sacred thing, obviously one should not enter the sword casting workshop with negative emotions.

I don't know if it was infected by the sadness emanating from her body, the chief executive also had a look of melancholy in his eyes, and he didn't want her to continue to be sad, so he showed a smile like a spring in March, "Hey, Future Sauce, I will take you with me in a few days Go meet some people."

When the future came back from memory, the first reaction was to refuse.

"Don't say that, a few of my friends have always been very interested in the legendary beauty knife master."

His smile was very comfortable, and there was a sense of comfort in Future's heart.

"Why do I have to meet your friends? Besides, I don't know you very well either."

The chief executive ignored her refusal, with a childish smile on his face, and decided the itinerary for her, "Then it's settled, I'll pick you up in a few days."

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When it comes to the ancient style, don't you get bloody? [Shaan Shou]