Guda-kun is a heroic spirit [Comprehensive]

When walking on the promenade, Fujimaru Tateka discovered that today's Honmaru is different from the previous one.

But it’s just some small details, such as the small flowerpot in the corner was taken away, and the guide board was replaced with a rough tough guy style. The style here changed from cute and fresh to no aesthetics overnight. A gathering place for males.

The boy couldn't help sneezing. He rubbed his arms and felt as if someone was staring at him, but after searching around, there was nothing abnormal.

Foxnosuke strode forward to help him lead the way. By the way, he used his tail to send a signal to the daggers hiding in the dark, and then they would tell the sword man on duty to implement the plan.

It has been a week since the new god judges took office, but most of them have not met the new master yet.

Most importantly, they haven't given their names to the interrogator yet.

Fu Sangshen is essentially a monster, at most possessing the last godhead, and his name is a curse and a source of strength for them.All the judges of Honmaru need to go through this ritual when they take office, and they never expected to be escaped by the boy.

If Toki no Masa issued an order to go to war at this time, it would be very dangerous for men who cannot use swords and swords on the battlefield.

The abacus in Fox's heart was pounding, but he didn't know that the boy behind him was thinking about how to cut its hair sustainably.

There was no one on the way, Fujimaru Tachika pushed open the kitchen door with satisfaction, and the aroma of breakfast overflowed immediately. Standing in front of the stove was a young man with aqua-colored hair. Seeing him coming in, there was a gentle smile on his face, " Good morning, Lord Hall, can you wait over there for a while? It will be ready soon."

"..."

"What's wrong with you?"

He replied reflexively: "Ah, no, no."

Faced with this kind of soft offensive, the boy either left or stayed, and finally sat down at the dining table under the tug of Foxnosuke.

Two swishing eye knives were thrown at it, and the little guy closed his eyes and started whistling.

The young man brought the prepared breakfast to him, and said apologetically, "I am the one and only sword made by Yoshimitsu Awataguchi. A few days ago, my younger brother had no intention of contradicting you in front of the door. As the eldest brother, I came to I apologize to you."

After finishing speaking, Fujimaru Tatsuka was stunned for a while before asking, "Who is your brother?"

He didn't understand the origin of these knives at all, so he was at a loss.

"So impolite." Yiqi Yizhen clapped his hands, and three seconds later, a dozen or so heads appeared from outside the door, under the floor, and on the ceiling like mushrooms after rain. The boy silently put the milk cup in his hand. Going back, choking to death would be too embarrassing for Qiu Jie.

Ranto Shiro was brought up to him by his brothers, sniffed his nose with a dagger, and bowed deeply to apologize: "I am Ranto Shiro, what happened that day was my fault... Please forgive me from the Lord Hall."

"I remembered, don't take it to heart, if I can simply abandon the former master, I will leave on the spot." He suddenly realized.

"...Ugh."

"Did I say something wrong? Hey, I really don't mean anything malicious, don't cry, don't cry, this is for you too, don't cry..."

The battle in the kitchen was partially successful. Foxnosuke discovered that the new god judge is a master who eats soft but not hard, and happily wrote it down as a strategy for other swords.

Under the soft-spoken introduction, Fujimaru Tateka got to know the Fusangshen of the Awataguchi sword school all over the place, and accepted their names according to the little fox's tutorial.

On the way back, the boy kept curiously flipping through the knife account in his hand. The first few pages were written with the names of Toshiro and others he had just obtained, shimmering golden in the sunlight.

"The man with the sword in Honmaru is provided by Honmaru with spiritual power. On the battlefield, he will be directly connected to the god judge through the sword account." Foxosuke squatted on his shoulder, and the bell on his neck projected a page, "Wait for you to learn After summoning, you can summon Fusangshen on the sword account at will on the battlefield."

"What call?" he asked with interest.

"It's a kind of ritual. Because the god judges come from different worlds, they each have their own schools. Just like the man you saw that day, he used yin and yang to perform the summoning ceremony."

Fujimaru Tachika recalled the string of yellow spells. Although the magic power is similar to the spiritual power, he is not a priest or an onmyoji. I guess this kind of thing can't be done, right?

The little fox saw his confusion, "As long as people with spiritual power can perform rituals, you don't have to worry about this, as long as you find your own method, you will be fine."

"Then what method did the original judge use? You should have a record here, right?" he asked.

"Master Kashima is a shrine maiden, so she is Kagura dance. If you want to learn, I have a lot of materials and video tapes here."

"...No, goodbye."

After turning the corner, the boy's eyes suddenly opened up. The soft pink color almost occupied the entire field of vision, and the quaint cherry trees bloomed eagerly and gorgeously in the silence.

Fujimaru Tachika took a few steps forward, and the little fox on her shoulder jumped down and squatted into the arms of a certain person.

"Want to have a cup of tea?" The man followed Fox's hair and turned to look at him. The young man thought he saw a new moon in a trance.

"You are..." He was attracted, there was only one person in the other party, but there were two teacups beside him, obviously he came prepared.

The new moon blinked, "Sanri Yuezong is near, one of the five swords in the world, well... according to his age, he is already a grandfather."

Fujimaru Tatsuka's eyes shifted to his hairy pants, deeply convinced.

Sanri Yuezong laughed, "It seems that you have already got their names for the first issue."

"Hmm..." The young man sat down and responded lightly, "But I don't understand the need to do this, I won't stay here for too long, maybe a week, maybe a month, this kind of ceremony is reserved for the next generation. The judges are better."

"Is it meaningless because the time is short?" He asked back with a calm and elegant voice, "For us Fusangshen, human life is extremely short, but it does not prevent their lives from being dazzling and bright. For the honor of the sword."

"..."

"The god judges selected by Shi Zhizheng all have the awareness to dedicate themselves to the world. No matter how long they can get along with each other, such a master is always admirable. Next, I ask you to give me a lot of advice. Although I am an old man, I must In terms of ability, you won’t lose to those little guys.”

Mikazuki Zongjin raised his hand to rub his hair, that hand had the temperature of the sunshine in early spring, and when it fell on top of his head, no one could refuse it, Fujimaru Tachika was just like a kitten being paid for by Sangshen A smooth ride.

"Very good, very good." He smiled heartily, raised his fingertips and wrote his name on the boy's palm, "I have another unfeeling request, we are weapons, but they also have people's hearts. The Lord has just passed away, if there is a collision, please don't be offended by the judges."

Following his voice, the knife account suddenly appeared in front of Fujimaru Tachika, and the traces written by Mikazuki Munekin were peeled off from his hand, flying and falling onto the blank paper.

"You are here, General." The voice of a short knife came from around the corner, it was Yaoken.

Sanri Yuezong raised his hand to greet him, "Would you like to sit down?"

Dagger shook his head, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and handed the envelope in his hand to the young man, "Just now Shi Zhizheng sent this, and there will be an order to go out tomorrow."

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