Stable Polarized Practice

"Last night, there was a news about a group of swordsmen. The winding ghost is on the shaded side of this mountain."

The man in the white flame red pattern pointed at the hillside not far away, then turned his head vigorously, and hammered his chest with one hand: "When I think of being able to cooperate with my companions to kill Shangxian, I feel My heart is surging! Everybody cheer up!"

"Going to cut off that guy's head makes me very excited..." The blue-haired boy in the light onion-colored mountain pattern haori nodded hesitantly, and then looked around:

"But, it seems that there are only two of us here, Mr. Purgatory." Where did "everyone" come from?Is there still someone following in secret? It must be so high concealed that even scouts with knives can't find it out!

"Yes! It's just the two of us!" The man who was full of enthusiasm and warmth admitted without hesitation, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. Instead, he patted his chest boldly: "As long as we are not alone, we are all together." It's 'everyone'!"

stable:"……"

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At the foot of the mountain, in the lush woods, two figures are passing through the trees quickly, heading straight for the shade of the mountain with a clear goal, An Ding slightly lowers the center of gravity of the upper body, and flexibly avoids the upturned roots and the outgrown trees Fork, the feather weave is obviously draped on the shoulders, but it is as firm as if it is sewn on the clothes. The inertia of such a fast movement can't tear it off the shoulders of the blue-haired boy, although the feet are not suitable for running. Clogs, but the speed of travel is not slower than the man with long hair gradually changing from flames.

"I didn't expect that guy to go far away..." An Ding blinked thoughtfully, and measured the distance between himself and the place where he fought the ghost.

——Not far or near, probably the guy stopped here after running here in one breath. He may have wandered around a bit during the process, but he still stopped at this somewhat delicate position in the end. What was that ghost thinking?

"We started from the southwest side of the mountain, and Mr. Beimingyu led a team of first-class players to start from the direction with traces." Purgatory Xingshoulang pointed to the other side, which is where An Ding and the ghost battlefield were at the beginning:

"Tomioka and Shito boy moved from the foot of the mountain on the side of the mountain. In order to avoid the possibility of the upper string ghost escaping, everyone spread out to surround and search upwards."

"I know." An Ding nodded: "This will prevent the ghost from running away decisively after it notices us."

Honmaru also used this method when he was out in battle. In order to hunt down an escaped enemy, he spread out every time he raised his knives, and rounded up the time-traveling army by slowly merging the encirclement—the effect was remarkable, if it wasn’t for the enemy There is a blade in the direction of the short U-turn and escape. I am afraid that there will be no way to wipe out the enemy army that time. The lord even gave this tactic a special name, called "surrounding the buns".

Although I don't understand why the lord chose such a strange name, even though it sounds quite different from the usual "retrograde formation" and "phalanx", since it is the lord's decision, it must be a name that embodies the lord's wisdom, right?

"Hmm, it's great if you can understand Yamato Shounen!" Purgatory Xingshourou smiled heartily: "There is also a team of Thunder Breath swordsmen in charge of reconnaissance in the mountain. arraignment, so we're likely to encounter—"

"boom--!!!"

What interrupted Purgatory Xingshoulang's words was a loud noise not far away. The ground shook, and a faint tremor could be felt even here. After stabilizing his body, Anding looked down at the slightly bouncing stones on the ground, lifted He looked at Yan Zhu's dignified golden eyes, and then nodded affirmatively:

"This kind of movement is that guy."

After the two looked at each other in tacit understanding, they turned decisively and headed towards the place where the loud noise was made.

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"...Oh? Yamato Mamoru wrote a lot of letters this time."

Inside the Tianshou Pavilion, the God-inspector raised his eyebrows behind the god-protecting paper, and looked at the three-folded letter for a while: "Did you cut most of the letter this time and write it to me? After hearing the news, I will definitely write more words to California...I didn't expect Yamato Shou to have an aunt in his heart."

The judge unfolded the letter paper with subtle satisfaction and a little touch, his brows stretched out, and he was ready to read carefully what the blade who had practiced for two years and hadn't gotten home wrote, and the more he read it, the weirder he felt, the aunt couldn't help but go back and forth Flipping through the letter paper:

"I didn't say who the letter was for, so is it really Yamato Mamoru who wrote it to me? Why is it so intimate between the lines? And my aunt hasn't combed your hair—"

The voice of doubt stopped abruptly, just because a thin note fell out from the fully unfolded letter paper, and the examiner stretched out two fingers to pinch it, squinting his eyes to recognize the writing on it:

"To Master, everything is well."

Aunt: "..."

So this little note is a letter to my aunt? !Because he was too young, he was not discovered by Kasen Kanesada, who was serving him today, right?So I sent the letter to California as if it was addressed to my aunt, right? ! !

The hands holding the note trembled slightly. He stared at the small note and then at the large letter paper full of handwriting. He really felt the difference in the treatment of his own knife. .

——At least I wrote a paragraph to my aunt last time!This time there is only one sentence, "everything is fine"? !Is it a bit too eccentric!My aunt felt that her heart had been hurt a ton!Auntie's heart is bleeding!

"...Gexian." After a long silence, the god judge finally spoke tiredly, calling for one of the initial five knives in the room next door, he folded the half-opened letter paper back, and walked in after hearing the sound The purple hair raised his sword:

"Send this to California, this is a letter from Yamato Mamoru."

Kasen Kanesada was stunned for a moment: "But, my lord, hasn't California already set out to practice?"

Judge: "..."

God judge: "???"

The judge was dumbfounded: "What? But I just gave him the time-space converter last night? Normally, shouldn't I leave this afternoon?"

Zifa Da Dao was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No, in fact, California set off without hesitation last night, my lord."

The judge who suffered a second heart attack: "..."

The fingers holding the little note that was actually written to him trembled, and the aunt who couldn't tell what mood she was in at this moment froze in place. A muffled voice came out from under the crumpled protective paper:

"...that's not elegant."

Kasen Kanesada: "???"

Lord, is this my line?

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"Ah - sneeze!"

Wearing a practice cloak with blue and white stripes and a bamboo hat, Qingguang sneezed firmly.

"Strange..." Da Dao, who set out for practice, sniffed, and wrapped the cloak around his body in doubt: "Did An Ding think of me?——But An Ding is really not by Okita-kun's side, and he rushed to the Shinsengumi." It's empty, is it really in the 'time and space of unknown latitude' that the master said?"

"If that's the case, we won't be able to find that guy at all..." Da Dao Fu Sangshen, who was on a small high heel, elongated his tone in frustration, and kicked the pebbles on the ground irritably: "There is still a possibility in the future." There are only Ikeda House and Zhuanzhao Temple, if you can’t find stability in these two places..."

Then he really has no way to find the guy who hasn't been home for two years.

Qingguang looked depressedly at the golden pocket watch in his hand. The time pointed by the hands did not indicate the time. The big circle marked a certain year, and the small circle marked the era, up to the Heisei period—this unattractive piece A pocket watch is a time-space converter that can span time.

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"This is……"

Quickly came to the place where the loud noise was made, the pupils of Purgatory Xingshourou shrank sharply, the peach-red haired ghost covered with sinner tattoos turned his back, and was slowly heading towards the unconscious man covered in blood covered in blood under a big tree. As Orion walked, there were still a few people scattered around who didn't know if they were alive or dead—they were members of the ghost killing team dressed as Orion, and they were discovered by this ghost when they were scouting for traces!

"Breath of Flame · Two Types · Rise of Flame!"

An arc-shaped slash like a burning flame suddenly swept across the air, and slashed at the back of the pink-haired ghost from bottom to top, like a large group of bursting flames, even the air was burned by the high heat Oxygen, exudes a scorching breath.

Yiwozuo's body paused slightly, without turning back to confirm the situation, he turned around without hesitation and swung a piercing punch, head-on hitting the flaming Sun Wheel Knife.

On the other side, An Ding quickly jumped down from the tree, and his clogs stepped on the ground. Fu Sangshen, dressed in blue feathers, was like a silent ghost, and gently landed next to several team members who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

—These two are hopeless.

An Ding glanced at the two team members whose chests had collapsed, and decisively chose to remove the two who were still alive. One seemed to have damaged internal organs, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was extremely weak. His arm was also lying dying under the tree, and the only remaining glove was wearing a gouyu bracelet, tightly clutching a wisteria flower sachet.

"Huh?" An Ding froze in surprise.

This guy... An Ding carefully identified the blood-smeared face, and then found that this lucky guy who survived was actually an acquaintance:

"... Senior Yue Yue?"

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"I hate the weak...poison...the weak..."

The pink-haired ghost seemed to be in a bad state of mind. He covered half of his face with one hand, his expression appeared blank for a while, and then twisted in anger, until the severed right hand quickly regenerated, and he finally seemed to stabilize his spirit. Looking at Purgatory Xingshourou who was confronting him:

"So strong fighting spirit..."

The twelve-cornered snowflake-shaped formation "swish" unfolded under Shangxian Ghost's feet. The peach-red haired ghost blinked, stepped on the ground with both feet, and narrowly escaped the chop sticking to his neck. A knife light entwined with an arc came over.

The young man in blue feathers was like a soundless lightning, sheathing his knife in an instant, but unfortunately he didn't cut off the head he had been obsessed with for a long time.

Reuniting with the seniors of the Ghost Killing Team, Fu Sangshen, who maximized the concealment value of the knife, tilted his head. In his blue pupils, murderous intent was entangled with electric arcs. An Ding asked curiously:

"—Why do you hate the weak?"

"because……"

After seeing the dazzling white hospital gown, the pink-haired ghost was in a trance again. Something in his memory was about to break out, and Yiwozuo murmured subconsciously:

"I don't want to duel in an upright manner. I hate the weak...the weak, the weak will...poison the well."