Stable Polarized Practice

At that time, my wife Shanyi hadn't recovered from this thin piece of paper. He was holding his breath until his short-circuited brain was still thinking, what is the continuation of practice?Why say goodbye?

Oh, by the way, the younger brother said that he was a samurai who practiced away from home... But even if he was in a different place, wouldn't he still be able to send letters through Kyutaro and the little crow?

My wife Shanyi blinked while pinching the letter paper, his face was full of confusion, he hadn't figured out where the meaning of this seems to be unable to be connected in any form came from, the door of the butterfly house sounded "Yin" again, a bit impatient cry:

"Is there someone called my wife Shanyi? Does anyone know my wife Shanyi?"

"Ah, sorry! It's me!"

My wife Shanyi folded the letter paper in three, held it in her hand, took two quick steps like stepping on a hot soldering iron carelessly on the soles of her feet, and stood at the table holding the sun wheel knife tightly wrapped in cloth strips in one breath. In front of the "Hidden" team members, he said hesitantly: "Well, I am my wife Shanyi..."

"This is your thing."

"Yin" didn't wait for him to finish, and directly stuffed the long, airtight quilt and clean cloth into his arms, let out a "hum" from his nostrils, and murmured out Let's go, my sensitive ears can clearly hear such complaints as "it's because of this thing that I have to show up in front of the four pillars, they are such powerful pillars, it's super scary", my wife Shanyi stared blankly. Looking at the back of "Yin" leaving, he lowered his head and stared at the thing that was inexplicably handed to him.

The wrapped cloth strips are brand new, with two blue and gray mixed in the white, the guy who wrapped this protective layer probably didn't have much patience, the neatly cut cloth strips were tangled up in a mess, just like a little junior brother The frizzy and lazy hair, my wife Shan Yi had a premonition in vain, he decisively grabbed the handle and pulled it out of the scabbard——

The blade is not long, the sword is not enough to fight, the short edge is more than enough, the standard flank length, the blue lightning pattern retreats quickly when the blade is out of the sheath, and is replaced by the golden thunder pattern that spreads upwards - this is clearly the little brother's. Take the Wakizashi length Nikon knife!

"What?! What's going on! What's going on! Where are you going, Junior Brother? You don't even bring your Sun Wheel Knife?!"

The golden dandelion finally exploded, and my wife Shanyi held her breath until her oxygen-deprived head finally passed through a series of events that were so abrupt that he couldn't react. Rilun Dao reminded me of the letters from my grandfather every five days on average.

After a long while, screams that collapsed to the point of breaking sound resounded in the Butterfly House:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

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Yokohama.

Yokohama was once a chaotic leased land, and even the Japanese government could not reach out to intervene in the order here. Taking the bloody and dark dragon head war in the past as a dividing point, the law and order in Yokohama has gradually eased since then, which is different from the bloody In the dangerous age, there are still a large number of ordinary people who can hang out in bright places at night. As long as they avoid hidden and dark alleys or silent factories, they don't have to worry too much about flying across from somewhere. bullet.

However, avoiding the alleys where there may be hidden trades is just an unspoken rule of ordinary Yokohama people. For some "non-ordinary people" who want to take shortcuts, the alleys with bullet holes on the walls , or an empty factory that has not yet dissipated the smell of gunpowder and blood are all back gardens that can be walked through at will.

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his hands in the sleeves of his kimono, with a deep and steady haori on his shoulders, and a simple and plain sword hanging from his waist. Walking one after the other in this dimly lit alley, the clogs on the feet made a steady "treading" sound, and the steps seemed to be measured, and each step was separated by the same distance.

In an era when modern equipment is so popular, there are not many people who are willing to go out in simple kimonos every day. After all, even if you get used to wearing clogs, they are not as comfortable and convenient as sneakers. You always complain that they are worn out when you walk. Pain on the inside of the toes, or accidentally, the "herringbone"-shaped cloth shoe nose clogs caught between the toes are out of the place where it should be. This ancient footwear will be far and straight Fly out of the area under your feet, leaving you standing on the road with one bare foot and choking.

Of course, it is impossible for Fukuzawa Yukichi to have such a situation. He has a rigorous personality, and he can’t wear that kind of unqualified ornamental clogs at all—even if he wears them, he can control them perfectly. He has worn kimonos and clogs for many years Habits are not formed overnight. Even if he is now replaced with flip-flops, the former "Silver Wolf" swordsman can tame him as well-behaved as a kitten, even if the kitten is not well-behaved in front of him.

Beside him, a young man in a denim and coffee-colored British-style detective suit is shaking an empty soda bottle, like a child who has never grown up, squinting his eyes to see the balls rolling in at a place no bigger than a fist Go away, take the trouble.

The accident happened at this time.

Suddenly, in the empty space in front of the two people, a brilliant golden light burst out of the empty space, reflecting the entire dark alley like daytime. The light reflected how tragic the situation was at that time. Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes suddenly became sharp. He stretched out his hand to block Edogawa's random steps behind him, took a step forward with his left foot, and touched the knife at his waist with his right hand handle.

With a sound of "click", the black sheathed knife tied with a dark blue braided knot first fell to the ground in the eyes of the two people, and then, at a higher position, a figure suddenly appeared in midair.

Is it a supernatural being? Who is the target?Is it him or Luanbu?

Fukuzawa Yukichi held the handle of the knife hidden under the haori at his waist, his breath was still steady and long, only the sharpened aura was rising steadily under imperceptible circumstances, and then he heard:

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah !!!"

With a "plop", the mysterious figure fell face down on the ground.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "...?"

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This time-turner seems to have a particular fondness for heights.

When the feeling of weightlessness struck again, An An had already experienced a high-altitude fall...but he was caught off guard and fell solidly.

"Nose, nose hurts!"

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen covered his red nose with tears in his eyes, picked up his body knife and climbed up from the unfriendly stone road, sighing in his heart that it was fortunate that the body knife didn't run too far this time, and then the body knife came belatedly. Only when the reconnaissance value came into play, An Ding's entire blade froze, his neck got stuck and he turned around, silently staring at the duo who had seen the whole process of his appearance.

what happened!what's the situation? !Why is there still someone in the place where it appeared this time!Shouldn't the Time-Turner be teleporting him to a place where no one exists?Is the time-space converter malfunctioning—ah yes, the time-space converter is indeed malfunctioning, if there is no malfunction, he should be by Okita-kun’s side now-but he will be regarded as a monster if he appears in front of others so abruptly, he How should I explain it!

stable:"……"

An Ding: "Well, I actually..."

"--stop!"

The black-haired young man in a well-tailored British-style detective outfit raised his hand decisively, preventing An Ding from racking his brains to explain this "supernatural phenomenon". The black-haired young man is estimated to be in his 20s, squinting his eyes and scanning up and down After stabilizing several times, I saw the clogs with blue noses from the stubborn hair on the top of my head, and I also looked carefully at the forehead belt tied on Fu Sangshen's forehead, the steel armor on his arm, and the stained clogs. A little dusty white hospital gown, and a blue mountain pattern feather draped over the shoulders.

"Interesting, interesting." He squeezed his chin excitedly, walked around a few steps, then reached into his arms to feel for something.

The black-haired young man took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket. He stuck the legs of the glasses in the gap between the pinna and the side of the head. The brackets of the glasses rested on the bridge of the nose. Eyes: "Let me see—"

An Ding: "...Huh?"

What are you looking at?What catches your eyes?These two people are so strange, why they didn't look surprised at all, but this kind of inexplicable reaction - the silver-haired swordsman also put away that oppressive gaze, put his hands in his sleeves with a straight face, Don't you worry that you, who also carry a sword, will attack them?

An Ding clung to his body knife and shook, subconsciously took a step back with his right foot. For some reason, just being looked at by the guy in front of him, he felt a strange light scan through him, out of instinct He wanted to run away, as if he had nothing to hide in front of this person——

"So that's it, that's it." The black-haired young man squeezed his chin and nodded enthusiastically. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the silver-haired swordsman who was vigilantly holding the weapon on his waist, and pointed to Anding confidently and said:

"President, take this knife back, it's very useful."

He blinked excitedly: "It's the first time I've seen a monster like Toujian Fusangshen, it's so interesting, even more interesting than the balls in the ball soda!"

Anding, who was caught off guard before the vest could be approved, said, "...?"

who I am?where am iWhat just happened?Did I tell him that I am Token Fusangshin?

Stable, confused.

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the other side.

"There is no stability in the Ikeda house, and there is no stability here in the temple."

California Qingguang sat on the stone steps at the entrance of Zhuanzhuan Temple, leaning on his knees with one hand, and holding his cheek with the other sullenly. His beautiful red nails were neglected by the owner for a long time. The nail polish is now mottled and peeled off, completely gone. Fu Sangshen, the knife-wielding swordsman, spread out his five fingers with the exquisite vigor in Honmaru, muttered in a low voice, "It's not cute at all now", and then sighed deeply: "Sure enough, I can't find it anywhere. That rascal……"

What the master said is absolutely right, An Ding did not appear beside Okita-kun, he is not in the position where a normal space-time converter can reach, and if he wants to meet, he can only hope that An Ding will come to him, but this possibility is so small that it can be ignored Excluding.

"—Where are you? I want to practice with you, An Ding."

Fu Sangshen with red nails muttered softly.