drunk snow

Lamentations and grief floated in the air, spreading like a stream of water, like a blood-filled festival.

This world is full of sorrow.

That kind of sadness is like smoke, like snow melting, like wind blowing into the internal organs;

Ah, war again, a loathsome war.

Jiang Xuezuo always thought so.

But even though he always thought so, the knife in his hand never stopped waving.

He could clearly feel the touch of the blade penetrating into the flesh, moist, like a slippery loach, from the tip of the knife all the way to the palm of his hand.

Bright red liquid splashed everywhere, mixed with his own blood and sweat.The roar of the enemy, the uninterrupted prayers in his mouth, were deafening.

Even if there is a battle, one party will inevitably fall into sorrow.

But as a knife, he has no choice.You can only accept that deep sin with your body.

There is no other choice.He continued to fight for this reason.

The God Judge went out with them today.

This is not unusual, it has become almost commonplace since the precedent was set.

However, the protagonist has no fighting ability, and even the reins of the horse are not very good at handling.He didn't blame him, for a young master who was cared for by his parents and elder brother, his lack of experience in horseback riding was understandable, not to mention that he didn't often get in touch with the outside world.

On the battlefield, it is inevitable that there will be times when you can't make a move. If you encounter danger at that time, the consequences can be imagined.This is worrying.

Although they knew it well, they really spoiled the God Judge too much, so they never thought of rejecting it.

In addition, everyone never thought of questioning their own strength.

When the moon is full, it will lose money, and when the water is full, it will overflow.The heights climbed by self-satisfaction only fall harder when they fall.

──That’s what I said, but in fact, Jiang Xue never doubted her own strength.

This is probably due to the inherent complacency of being a sword.

The god judge rode a black horse named Mochizuki, standing behind the battlefield looking at the sword.

I heard that the enemy is getting stronger and stronger, so the number of times the lord has joined the battle has also increased recently.During the battle, he was responsible for observing from behind and strategizing in order to adjust future battle plans.

He remembered that on the road just now, the lord kept talking with the candlestick walking beside him.

"...The team...list..."

Inaudible whispers, as if talking about very confidential matters, what matters can only be discussed with the candlestick?This reminded him of the solemn expressions on the two of them's faces during dinner yesterday.

Yesterday, the swordsmen of Honmaru fainted without warning, causing the judges to be in a hurry. The team on the field was also miserable, because all members were unwell and caused a tragic defeat. What's more frightening is that they don't know the reason.

Perhaps it was a divine wrath from heaven to punish them for their sins, because they were at war.

Of course, maybe that's all.

Or there is just an unknown conspiracy hidden in it, which sounds much better than divine punishment.

Such distraction caused him to let an enemy katana rush past him.

Jiang Xue turned her head hastily, and saw him heading straight for the God Judge.The enemy looks like a blind sword lacking emotion, only wielding the sword for the purpose, but it seems to be very clear about the truth of capturing the thief first.

The wind caressed the sharp blade, making a rustling sound. The fright of the huge monster standing in front of him, and its sensitivity to the murder weapon made the horse arch its back in panic and raise its front hooves.The judge hurriedly tightened the rope to prevent himself from falling off the horse.

But as mentioned above, he is not good at riding a horse, the horse is out of control, it is difficult to control, and the enemy is still standing in front of him, so the situation is critical.

"My lord, please let go of the rein!"

Hasebe was still fighting the enemy in the distance, but now he shouted desperately and ran towards here.

The god judge panicked, and finally let go of the rein obediently. At the same time, the frightened horse threw him off its back.

Immediately afterwards, Hasebe ran past his eyes.

That kind of violent wind can almost crush a butterfly, as if he is a wind god riding a black cloud, shuttling between the gaps in the wind.

The head stopped automatically by this scene, but the body did the opposite. Jiang Xue unconsciously ran after her.

Time seems to be stranded, and the picture slowly crashes into the eye sockets like a stagnation.

The protagonist descended from the tall horse, wearing a snow-white kimono with elegant sleeves, like a crane cloak, and the neon clothes danced with the wind.From a distance, it looks like suet white jade, and the pure white will penetrate into the jade shallowly.

Hasebe opened his arms, just in time to catch the judge. In order to reduce the impact of the fall, he hugged him and spun around on the spot to stabilize his footing.

In an instant, the screen finally began to rotate, and the time was quickly adjusted correctly.

At the same time, Jiang Xue raised her knife and slashed away the opponent's weapon.

He stands up in front of the two and fights the enemy tachi.Although he had lost his weapon, the enemy had no intention of backing down at all. He actually wanted to fight him to the death with his bare hands, panting heavily, and bared his teeth at him.

"Is there no intention of backing down..."

Staring at the enemy, Jiang Xue suddenly felt numb all over.

What is it for?Why do you risk your life like this?What kind of emotion is in those eyes?

Since they are the same gods of swords and swords, will their souls also seek the pure land in their hearts with him?

He really wanted to ask, but the sharp blade had already pierced into the enemy's chest, tearing fiercely, the sprayed blood splashed on his face, and stained his clothes, as usual, like the slippery touch of a loach, the traces of meat being cut .

Taidao's roar almost resounded through the sky, and then it turned into a wisp of light smoke and scattered in front of his eyes in an instant.

If only emotions could be dissected from that voice, such as a little sadness, a little longing, a little dream to chase.

Or from those eyes shining with purple light, a little admiration and respect for the master can be extracted...

Then can he still kill the opponent so mercilessly?

Jiang Xue mixed her breath, and suddenly found a smear of crimson on the ground where the enemy disappeared.

He bent down to pick up the item, it was a red guard, similar in color to the bloodstain, and it would be impossible to detect it without paying attention.

The guard is hand-stitched, looks worn out and has some stains, probably due to wearing it for a long time.It stands to reason that the body should be destroyed together with the death of Dao Ling, but the guard stayed.

Most likely, the thread was cut off by chance during the battle just now, so it was left on the grass.

He pinched the guard in the palm of his hand and looked at it several times before deciding to put it in his pocket.

Candlestick cut aside to comfort Mochizuki, the examiner was unharmed, a little shocked, but his face was still calm.While blushing Hasebe, he smiled and thanked Jiang Xue.

At the end of the battle, although there was a small episode on the way, this time we won the battle, and everyone gathered here.

Jiang Xue nodded, and then slowly retreated to the back of the crowd.

The numbness from the sudden flash of inspiration just now has not completely faded away, Jiang Xue looked at the surrounded God examiners.

That is his master.He can die for him.

The enemy of the sword men, the historical revisionist army, those sword spirits who seem to have lost themselves.

Maybe they also sacrificed their lives for their masters.

If you can make a bold assumption—not for the government behind them, but for the master.For a lord whom they sincerely pursue.

Although, this is just the conjecture of Jiang Xuezuo's words.

In the afternoon after eating, Jiang Xue sat on the veranda to rest.

As far away as he could see, he saw Taro Tachi standing in the courtyard staring at the trees and flowers in a daze. This was his habit, or it should be said that it was his interest.He always said that he could extract a trace of tranquility not found on the battlefield from the cycle of life.

Jiang Xue once thought that Taro could be his partner in advocating peace, but it was not.

He often talks about the world, ominous things, evil spirits and other words, as if he is a full-fledged celestial being, and he is incompatible with the world of mortals, but he can blend in with the battlefield, always with a sharp knife, and is intoxicated by it .

But, indeed, as far as their swords were concerned, touching and feeling living creatures was a luxury of redemption.

Seeing the God Judge walking towards him, Jiang Xue subconsciously stood up and looked at the God Judge.

He smiled sweetly.Although he has a set of neat white teeth, he doesn't often laugh out loud. He just gently outlines the beautiful shape of his lips on his face, like a neat seam, which can also be called a beautiful pattern on the cuffs.

"Could you please teach me swordsmanship?"

These words came too suddenly, Jiang Xue's eyes widened in astonishment.

"The god judge who commands the sword doesn't know how to use the sword. It seems unreasonable. And I think, I have to learn to protect myself."

"If it can help the lord... But, why did you choose me?"

"Because I think you seem to be free. It just so happens that I am free too."

"..."

Maybe it was because his surprised expression was so funny that the judge pursed his lips and chuckled.

Since both of them were free, the practice started immediately.

The protagonist has no experience with swordsmanship at all, so he has to learn from scratch.Jiang Xue brought two wooden knives for practice that were stored in the storage. Although they are called for practice, they are usually used in sword competitions, so no one cares about wooden knives.

He watched as the God Inspector held a loop in his mouth, and rolled up and tied his sleeves tightly so that he could swing his sword.

The judge narrowed his eyes and concentrated on tying his clothes.His eyelashes are like butterfly wings covering the sky and covering the sky, rushing to the front of the line of sight.

But the eyes beneath that, Jiang Xue felt like an eagle.With just one glance, it was as if he was being searched by sharp claws, and the thunderous wings vibrated and flew towards him, making him squeezed and swallowed like a prey being grabbed.

While being grasped tightly, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he was relieved.

Perhaps an illusion.When he came into contact with the God-inspector, he always felt that his eyes were stuck to his clothes and could not be erased, a scent and color that harassed the senses, covered the blood spattered by the enemy, and covered up all the sins.

It believes that the god-judgment is like a lotus flower, ignorant of worldly affairs, it only needs to bloom quietly, and is responsible for the fragrance to permeate. He blooms in the mud and is still unpolluted. The white petals are extremely dazzling, and it is a peace that is not disturbed by war.

But now, he voluntarily withered into the mud and joined them.

As if to say to them, look, I too am bathed in blood, wielding a knife, immersed in killing, we are the same.

"Okay? Let's start then, please hold the knife first."

The judge held the wooden knife tightly, and according to Jiang Xue's instructions, put his left thumb on the knife collar, bent his left elbow, and pointed the blade upward.The right hand naturally hangs and sticks to the right side of the body, the head, body and waist are in a straight line, and the chest is raised and the chest is straight ahead.

"Please imagine that you are surrounded by a battlefield where the enemy is about to attack. Strength depends on firm will and momentum."

The lord couldn't adjust his body to the correct position, so he had to go around and hold the hands holding the knife from behind.

The difference in height made the examiner look like he was being embraced in his arms, and the back of his head was just touching Jiang Xue's shoulder.

"Look, this is called straight sword drawing, also known as horizontal one-word chop. After the action is over, return to the original position and remain vigilant."

He grabbed the god judge's hand and drew horizontal cuts in the air.

"In addition to the arms, the waist must also be strong, and the Qi must be concentrated to the tip of the sword."

he said.While touching the lord's waist following the explanation, there was no special meaning, and the lord had no special reaction, but when Jiang Xue touched the slender waist, she reflexively flicked her hand away.

Only then did he realize that his arms were filled with a warm and soft feeling.

The heart is beating, prioritize.

The catkin held in the hand feels vivid to the touch, and the slender wrist is pressed against the palm, the warm feeling is particularly peaceful.

It seemed that he could absorb a little bit of comfort and tranquility from the skin, forming a net inch by inch, enveloping his heart.

The corners of Jiang Xue's lips are always twitching, because he feels that as a sword, he kills all day long, and there is nothing really worth being happy about.

In particular, he couldn't find the so-called pure land of the soul, a pure land where he could breathe.

So he is always unhappy.

He hated war, but he was always overwhelmed by blood red, the smell of blood that he could never get used to, and the stench that spread out on the tip of his tongue.

But the scent of the god-judgment, the sweet smell, seems to be able to cover all the evils that disturb the nasal cavity.

The warmth can drive away the coldness of the blood drying on the clothes.

The god judge is pure white, and his pure white is divided into two categories, one is pure that bounces off all dirty hands, and the other is white that can blend with any color, it can be dyed, but it is still clear.Just like he is like a fairy and a fox fairy.

To touch and feel the life vibration of the Inquisitor, as he said, is a luxury of salvation.

──But he is always looking for it.

Jiang Xue let go of his hands, and suddenly bent down to hold the examiner tightly in his arms.

His face was pressed against the soft hair, feeling the feeling of being scratched.

For the master, he can give up his life.

As a price, he wanted a little redemption.

The god judge can become a pure land, allowing him to steal peace of mind.

Because he knew that the sword's hands were stained with blood, but let them print bright red on his pure white kimono.

"Jiang Xue? I, my waist was almost broken by you..."

Hearing the cry of mourning, he quickly let go.The judge supported his waist, looked at him helplessly and smiled.

"Yo, you two, are you flirting?"

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Migure Semi who suddenly appeared.

The judge looked at Seti who had been missing for about a day and a half, and the emotions in his eyes were so complicated that it was hard to understand.

See Jian obviously didn't take it seriously, picked up the practice wooden knife on the ground to play with, looked at it for a while, and suddenly raised the knife sharply to point at the lord.

"Are you playing with me? Although I haven't used a sword before, I'm confident in my motor skills, okay?"

He silently picked up the wooden knife, as if accepting his offer.But the protagonist has only learned how to hold a knife. A beginner can compete with a guy who is good at shoulder throwing, and he can know the result without thinking.

The fact was just as Jiang Xue had guessed, just as the examiner had just put his posture, Setian swung his wooden knife away with one blow.

"Look, my motor cells are really good! Come play with me next time when you're good at it."

Seeing the wooden knife flying to the ground, Seto whistled with a smile on his face, turned around and left.Jiang Xue suddenly caught a sharp glimpse of the lower edge of his coat, a little crimson was faintly exposed, and the color was extremely familiar.

He took out from his collar the red guard he had picked up when he left the battle today, and held it up in front of the two of them.

"My lord, I picked this up on the battlefield."

See, who turned around curiously, his pupils shrank suddenly, and one hand sneaked behind him to fumble, but the suspicious flower in his pocket fell out, and Setian picked it up with a dry smile, which looked even more suspicious.

"Sensei, I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Oh, see you after dinner then?"

After making a verbal agreement, Seti then walked away in a sly manner.

After listening to Jiang Xue's description of the process of picking it up, the examiner asked him for the guard, ready to study it carefully.

"What would your lord want to talk to him about?"

The judge looked at him, with unspeakable waves in his eyes.

"I'm a mean person, and I want to comfort myself."

"Comfort yourself by proving that you are not wrong. And that proof must be obtained from Semi."

After speaking, he sighed softly.

Jiang Xuezuo didn't quite understand what this meant.

But he could feel that the protagonist's heart seemed to be turned upside down, but he was helpless.

He can't even protect his own pure land, he feels that he is really incompetent.

──There is no choice, he is just a knife.

The author has something to say:

Let us applaud and welcome Her Highness Princess Jiang Xue! (clap hands)

He has a flat face all day long, as if the whole world owes him money. Although his long hair is still beautiful, he is inherently unhappy, which makes me unable to make him laugh. In the end, He still had an unhappy face. (cover face)

Please hurry up and join the ranks of Taro and Kuri's three lonely wolves in Honmaru, three people are good companions_(:3」∠)_

Although I really want to say that, I dare not tell Her Highness the Princess.

I'm afraid that even if he hates wielding a knife, he will still take me up and down quickly.