Stable Polarized Practice

I don’t know if it’s because she was too shocked to temporarily short-circuit her thinking. My wife Shanyi just broke away from the petrified state of the brain’s circulation of the phrase “I’m lying on your lap, isn’t it heavy?”, and subconsciously spit out a word:

"Heavy."

stable:"……"

——So the situation has become like this.

"Brother Shanyi." The blue-haired boy with a shy smile held a knife in his left hand, with his thumb clasped on the top of the knife, the string of the knife facing down, and the other side was hung on his waist, his sky-blue eyes were staring at his forehead and sweating The blond brother: "It seems that we haven't joined hands for a long time."

Shanyi: "I'm sorry I was wrong! I was really wrong, little brother! I shouldn't say you are heavy! You are actually very light! Really light! You can lie down for as long as you want!!!"

"Senior brother, what are you talking about?" Anding said with a puzzled expression: "I just think that our brothers and sisters have been separated for so long, and we need to understand each other's growth in swordsmanship."

With a crisp "clang", Fu Sangshen, dressed in blue and white mountain pattern feathers and a thin hospital gown, drew out his knife decisively with a harmless expression, and opened his big round eyes cutely crooked. She tilted her head: "I'm going to fuck it? Little cat."

No! ! !Shanyi screamed in his heart, junior brother, you are obviously angry because I said you are heavy!This is revenge, right? !Definitely revenge, right? !He saw it!He really saw it!The little brother's sword is still pointing at the brother's neck!Does the junior brother really want to decapitate the senior brother? !You murdered your brother! Help, Grandpa! ! !

-

It was not long after An Ding was forged by the God Judge, when Honmaru's main fighting force was mainly swordsmanship.

As soon as he opened the paper door, he saw a guy with a fluffy ponytail huddled behind the low table like a thief, his cheeks were bulging, and his big blue eyes with tear moles looked over him vigilantly , I was stunned for a moment by this scene like a hamster stealing food, and then California Qingguang noticed something wrong——

"Ah! Anding, you ate my meatballs!"

Fu Sangshen, who was wearing a red inner suit, rushed over, perfectly displaying his higher mobility and momentum, and pressed the blue-haired Fu Sangshen, who had a panicked expression and wanted to run, on the tatami mat superior:

"That's the ball my master gave me! You ate it up!"

With his left hand, Qingguang pressed the blue-haired Fusangshen's wrist that was lying on his back on the ground, and with his right hand, he grabbed the bamboo stick that the meatball thief was still holding in his hand, and found that there was no ball on it, so he was very angry He poked the cheek of the glutton under him: "Why are you so gluttonous!"

"Because, because Qingguang just put it there and doesn't eat it!" An Ding, who was caught and pressed firmly on the tatami by the owner, blinked her big blue eyes, and wanted to quibble: "The food has been put It will be broken if you catch it, what a waste it would be if you break it!"

"What! It's An Ding who is stealing food on purpose! You are so greedy that you will become an unlovable fat man!" Qing Guang stretched out his hand dissatisfied and pulled the soft cheeks of the blue-haired Fu Sangshen, which was painted red Fingernails pinched his cheeks, and Anding's rebuttal voice was a little vague:

"Fu Sangshen won't get fat!"

"..." Qingguang narrowed his red eyes, and slowly slid from the lovely face of the same master blade to the waist where he was sitting and unable to exert strength, and then stretched out his fingers to poke An Ding's chest: "But I I think, An Ding, has your face...been rounded recently?"

An Ding, who was sitting on the back and couldn't use his strength to overturn the blade on his body: "..."

An Ding: "...Huh? Yes, yes?"

The guy who yelled "Fu Sangshen won't get fat" panicked first: "If you get fat, it will affect the battle, but I only ate two bowls of rice when I came back from the battle recently, I shouldn't be fat!"

Qing Guang: "Pfft."

Seeing the guy on top covering his mouth and laughing out loud, he finally realized that he was being tricked by An Ding: "..."

"——kiyomitsu (clear light)!!!"

After a long while of silence, in the room of the Okita group, a certain rapping knife shouted out of embarrassment.

-

"Zenyi, what's wrong with you?!" Tanjiro looked in shock at his blond friend, who was extremely symmetrical, with dark circles on each side, he reached out his hand to touch it hesitantly: "It's still swollen?!"

Shanyi: "..."

Not just eyes!Tanjiro, look at his neck!There are several red swollen marks on his neck!They were all drawn by the junior brother with the back and face of the knife!Although it is a skin trauma that will disappear soon, it still hurts! ! !

Didn't he just say that the junior brother's body weight, as for using the sparring as an excuse to beat him up!Why does my junior brother care about weight like a girl!This reaction is exactly the same as when you make a girl unhappy!My wife Shanyi complained in her heart, is this a common problem of sword monsters? !

But even though she was complaining about the violence and cruelty of the younger brother in her heart, my wife Shanyi didn't dare to complain aloud - because the younger brother was staring at him with burning eyes behind him!

"Senior brother and I haven't seen each other for a long time, so let's discuss and exchange each other's sword skills." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen pulled the scarf and said in a calm tone: "Senior brother's sword skills have improved, I am very pleased."

Shan Yi, who perfectly got the threat from behind, shivered suddenly, then nodded like a pest: "Yes, that's right! That's it! That's right!"

Tanjiro who smelled something wrong: "..."

I don't really understand the way you brothers Leihu get along with each other.jpg

"...Is that so." Tanjiro didn't delve into it further, after all, although they got along a bit strangely, their senior brothers still smell very harmonious... So maybe it's really just their rivalry?

"By the way, Zenitsu's junior." Tanjiro scratched his hair and said what he came for: "Your crow was looking for you just now—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a black lacquered bird swooped in through the sliding door that was opened a crack. The little crow that had just been pecking at the door for a long time and couldn't get in was blowing up. With the clean black fluff, he shouted loudly:

"Northeast North! New mission! Go to Northeast North! Go to Natian Spider Mountain! Let's go now!"

"Huh?" An Ding was stunned for a moment: "New mission? But I haven't finished my first mission yet..."

"Go to a new task! New task!" The little black crow hovered in the low room:

"Go to Natian Spider Mountain! Go support other swordsmen! Let's go now!"

"...Is that so?" An Ding replied hesitantly: "Actually, I kind of want to kill that powerful ghost again, but since it's a mission... I understand."

"I'll change my mood." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen nodded seriously, then turned around, and excitedly grinned eagerly:

"It's out! Ola!"

Tanjiro, who saw this situation for the first time: "..."

-

"Eight, nine, ten..."

Murata counted the number of swordsmen gathered at the foot of the mountain, and held the Japanese sword tightly in his arms in a panic: "Why did you call so many people... Is this task very difficult?"

"It seems that there are more than four ghosts in this mountain," a swordsman who heard his words interjected, "So for this mission, a team of more than ten people was formed, and if there is only one person left, we will be all together."

"..." Murata turned his head to look at the mountain top covered in thick fog, and couldn't help trembling: "I have a very bad premonition."

"Indeed." The swordsman who interrupted just now is probably the type who is good at talking, and continued to pick up the topic with a little chatter: "I don't know what level the person who came last is. I always feel that this mountain is very scary. Come on a first-tier player, it would be even better if it was a 'pillar'."

Murata: "I think 'Pillar' should be less likely..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because the last swordsman finally came late.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." With a delicate and lovely face like a girl's, with a flower-patterned forehead guard on his forehead and a light blue mountain-pattern feather weave, the young man trotted for two steps, and apologized for being late with his hands clasped together. : "I found a ghost on the way here, and it wasted a little time to get rid of it."

"..." Murata stared at the blue-haired boy who arrived last, and slowly frowned.

This guy... It's fine if he doesn't wear the uniform of the Demon Slayer Squad, after all, there are other costumes worn by some of them, but if he's not mistaken——

"Are you wearing a hospital gown?"

Murata said hesitantly: "Although we have a large number of people, we will take care of each other...but if the injury is not healed, it will affect the battle. By the way, what level are you?"

"Huh? Me?" The guy in the blue haori was stunned for a moment, and then replied softly, "I'm a Gui-level member."

Murata: "..."

What a "pillar", not even a first-class player!It's just the lowest level "gui"!And he is a thin and weak patient, why would he assign such a team member a task? Once in danger, this guy will be a burden that needs their energy to protect, right?

Thinking of this, Murata frowned and was about to persuade this overwhelmed team member to give up this mission, but before he could speak, he heard a shocked and fearful voice from the team:

"You are... the guy who almost killed all the ghosts in Fuji Shishan!"

Murata: "...Huh?"

"Huh?" An Ding was startled, and turned his head to look carefully at the guy who just made the sound.

"……You ever met me?"

The team member who blurted out took a step back in horror, and nodded cautiously: "Yes... I am a person who participated in the same assessment as you, and you saved my life."

Tai Huan, who was beheaded during the assessment, no one remembered An Ding: "...Oh, that's it."

……

"Is that guy very strong?" A team of more than ten people walked through the mountains and forests, Murata took a few steps back and secretly asked the team member who just said that he had saved his life: "But he is at the Gui level, right? "

The team member he questioned was silent for a while, and said with a strange expression: "It's normal for him to be at the Gui level now, and it's not a question of whether he is strong or not..."

"In short, as long as you see him fighting, you will know."

As if thinking of something, the team member who was questioned shivered suddenly.

"Like a crazy murderer..."