drunk snow

The world is turned upside down.

The roots of the tree are buried deep in the soil, the stamens seem to hang down lifelessly, and the floating clouds and sunlight are rolling, all hanging upside down above the field of vision.

Hair and clothing are pulled by gravity, weighing heavily on them.

The god judge in the distance also strolled towards the figure instead, and the wooden clogs made the sound of hitting wood.On the pure white kimono, the light blue pattern is still cumbersome and beautiful when viewed from the opposite side, just like the dignified and delicate face of a spiritual examiner.

"Ah, Master! Come and play!"

With a push of Jinjian's strength, he flipped back onto the branch from the upside-down position.

He bent down again, bounced, his body turned gorgeously, and accurately threw himself on the back of the judge.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a barely audible scream.

The voice was so soft that Jin Jian mistook it for the wind calling.He hooked his slender shoulders with both hands, hanging on the master's body and dangling.

Today's weather is fine, very suitable for playing and learning in the evening.He heard that the God Judge has been learning swordsmanship recently, and he has long wanted to have a duel with the lord. For Imaiken, competing with each other is not only the most comfortable game, but also wins over feelings.

"...Imaken, can you come down first? My waist can't bear your weight."

He is suspicious.But the tone of the god judge seemed to be distressed, so he swayed for a while and landed obediently.

Seeing the judge rubbing his waist, knocking and thumping again and again, he was obviously even more suspicious.

"My lord, you look like an old man."

"Really? Haha. I am indeed much older than when I was a teenager. My old body can no longer be so indulgent."

Imken tilted his head, and slowly rolled his eyes.

"Although I don't understand what Master is saying, please let me beat your back for you."

"You are so sweet."

"After pounding, will you play with me?"

He stretched out his hands towards the judge, and confidently proposed an exchange of interests.The smile of the god judge seemed to be helpless and full of indulgence, he bent down to pick up Jinjian, and after hearing the sound of his waist breaking, he tried his best to prop himself up.

Imai took off his hard armor and put on casual work clothes.The child's petite body is pressed against the clothes, and the touch is the same as holding a rabbit. It is as soft as a goose feather, and the softness and down-to-earth warmth that penetrates into the skin flutters.

The two sat under the eaves.The god judge looked up at the swaying tree shadow, his eyes squinted by the gentle breeze.

Although he has used swords for many years, the weight of short swords is not as good as that of long swords, especially in the shape of a child, so the hand strength of the sword is not strong, and it can't relieve the back pain at all.

Even so, his heart can always make people feel the warmth slowly extending from the bottom of my heart, overflowing.

The fist softly knocked on the body, which made the god judge's heart feel hot, and he couldn't help reaching out to brush Jin Jian's hair.

"Master, does your waist still hurt like this?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, thanks to you."

The voice is soft and ethereal, like fingers caressing the strings, the single tone is short and fleeting, the balanced male voice is slightly lower, but it is as sweet as honey in the ear, sliding, flowing, and slowly drunk heart.

Jinjian knew that the lord was just trying to coax him, but he still smiled happily.

Then, he suddenly remembered the past.

A memory that he seemed to have a tall stature would often flash in his mind, but before he could think about it, it disappeared in an instant.The past is shallow, like a layer of tulle covering the cracks in memory, indistinct.

Jinjian always refers to the god judge as the master, this is an inborn habit.

His former Master Yoshitsune is a very good general, worthy of his respect.At the beginning, he fought countless battles with Yoshitsune as a protective sword, and finally ended the life of Yoshitsune and his wife and daughter as a self-sword.

He is often sad about this, and occasionally he can't help himself for a long time when emotions surge.

Even though it is a body protection knife, it cannot protect its master well, and instead becomes a sharp weapon for self-injury.

Sometimes he is so sad that he even has the idea of ​​changing history.

But Yan Rong disagreed, he always believed that this was a necessary process, and they were the product of fate.

Yanrong's master is Musashibo Benkei, and Benkei and Yoshitsune have a very close relationship, and under the influence of their ears and eyes, the two of them also have a strong relationship.Until the last moment, both the master and the servant fought to the end with a knife, one outside and one inside.

When he realized that the general situation was over, Benkei entered the palace to bid farewell to Yoshitsune, then rushed into the enemy's formation, slashed the enemy army with a knife, blood mist rushed, corpses flew, and then stood proudly under the situation of thousands of arrows, leaving a trace Like a smile but not a smile, he passed away first.

It is said that later people called it the famous "Benkeiri Gazesai".

Regarding the various events before Benqing's death, I heard Yan Rong's recitation later.

At that time, Lord Yijing finished chanting and praying in the Buddhist hall, and then went back to his room.He drew out his sword and sent his wife and daughter off for the last time.

Unlike the memory about the body, he can clearly recall the parting scene.

The blade touched the woman's delicate neck and moved, and the gentle aroma seemed to flow with the blood, surging like a spring.

The young daughter Kametsuru Gozen, she is only four years old, she is lovely and lively, but Ima sword must cut across the child's thin and tender skin, the tip of the knife cuts the fragile carotid artery, and a soft whimper is forced from the vocal cords extrude.

After that, Yoshitsune cut himself with a knife.

As usual, the master's scent was covered by the thick smell of blood, and the blood stained the blade.

When he parted from Benkei, Yoshitsune chanted a poem that shocked Imaken so much that he has never forgotten it.

"Also in the next life, and even more so in the next life, I hope to meet again. On top of the cloud of uncontested bliss on its hazy purple tip."

──No matter the other end, the other world or the next life, I hope to meet you again.Benkei, if possible, meet me again in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss where the troubled times are gone and the purple clouds are lingering.

Jinjian doesn't know if Yoshitsune and Benkei will meet again under Huangquan, but at least Yan Rong and Jinjian can finally meet again.

And now, they have a new protagonist, a new goal.

There is a chance to redemption again.

A chance to prove yourself and protect your master!

"Rest when your hands are sore."

The smile of the god judge was calm and breezy, blowing into his heart.

It's a good day, no one gets hurt, no one goes to war.The war only needs to rely on their swords, and the god judge is responsible for serving as the spiritual pillar. Everyone supports each other. No one will be forced to die because of the situation, or die to show their will.

Possessing the bodies of mourning gods endows them with the ability to express their emotions with words, giving them the right to express their opinions.

To be able to tell the god judge, I don't want you to die, please let me protect you.

Said how painful I would be if you left, the regret of thousands of generations.

Tell him I want to be with you forever.

Then, the god judge will accept their wishes and tell them, let us be together forever.

Jinjian crawled into the arms of the god judge and rubbed against his neck.The thick hug, the clinging touch, the joy of bumping each other when the heart beats, and the trembling of the heart when the cheek brushes against the cheek.

He sniffed the lord's body, the faint scent of bluegrass, refreshing and sweet, with a bit of deep and indelible tobacco smell.

"My lord is really fragrant."

The judge also leaned over to smell him.The warm breath covered his body, and the itching of the tip of his nose rubbing against his neck made him flinch.

"Sweet, like the milky scent a child is born with. Imaiken is a real child."

The lord commented seriously, as if there was such a thing.

"It's not a child!"

Jin Jian rushed over to bite him, bouncing and knocking him to the ground, leaning on the interrogator and refusing to get up.

The judge was scratched by his hair and giggled, until the lord laughed and begged for mercy, he stopped with satisfaction.

He hoped that the judge would grant him an eternity.

Even if you ride the clouds and ride the fog to the top of Ziyun bliss, you can still meet again forever.

And then can continue the eternity of this happy moment.

At this time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga happened to pass by, and seeing the God Judge being attacked by Imaiken, he squatted down jokingly and said.

"You, annoying little guy, stop pestering the lord, be careful that you will be sent to practice by the lord just like Atsuto Shiro!"

"Tsurumaru, you're playing tricks again."

Tsurumaru immediately leaned over brazenly, and lay down together on the porch.He was still working in the field just now, but now he squeezed the lord's chin with his dirt-stained hands.The judge lowered his eyes and looked at him, his fingertips still rubbing against his jaw.

"I'm just joking. Maybe Imaken wants to go out to practice by himself?"

Imaken had read the family letter sent back by Atsuto Shiro, which stated that he had met the former lord Tatsumasa Kuroda, so Imaken once wanted to travel with him, but then he decided to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere a little more.

A happy ending.

This is what he expected.

Thinking of this, his eyeballs rolled around, and at the same time he opened his mouth to bite Tsurumaru.

Calm and carefree, the way life should be.

However, now that Jinjian is following behind the god judge, he really doesn't understand what happened.

In the morning, he practiced the sword with the god judge, but of course the result was that the lord was completely defeated.Although Jinjian is in the shape of a child, he is first-class in terms of skills and experience, not to mention that the lord's waist still hurts.

Meals after fencing practice, and troops going out after meals, were commonplace routines.He didn't have a job today, so he stayed by the God Judge's side all the time, and the lord was always normal until he caught Semi Migure in the afternoon.

They seemed to be talking seriously in Semi's room.But in fact, strictly speaking, the only ones who are serious are the judges.

Jinjian was very free, so he naturally followed into the room.

But strangely enough, he couldn't understand what they were talking about at all, and he couldn't understand it from the beginning.

"Let me think about it, where do I start?"

"Start with the process of your experiment."

The judge ordered without explanation, with a very airy tone.Setian was probably intimidated by this momentum, and smiled happily after being surprised.

"That's right. But my record book clearly records it. Most of the flowers and plants are harmless, and their effects on people and swords are not the same. What is useless to swords is useful to you; on the contrary, what is useless to you is to swords Have an effect."

"Some medicines have special properties, which can cause sudden illness, fainting, and even rejuvenate people. My purpose is to find flowers and plants that are as medicinal as drugs to swords. I actually don't need you to be my experimental subject."

The judge silently raised his eyes, and that stare didn't make Seti flinch.

"As you can see, the experimental method is to grind flowers and plants into the food. I miscalculated the first time. I didn't expect the powder to be effective only for you. After that, I specially chose tableware with different patterns for you. Easy to identify."

"I didn't expect you to eat other people's tricolor dumplings to make yourself rejuvenate! The medicine is extremely strong, you should remember? I gave you the antidote to change back, otherwise you will have to wait at least a week."

"Of course I remember. That's why you showed off."

Jinjian remembers the time when the god judge became a child, and they played together happily every day.

Seto snorted softly, and suddenly closed her eyes with a sigh.

"Although the medicine is strong, it is only effective for humans. It was only later that I finally grasped a little trick. Unfortunately, I made too many mistakes before, so I didn't have a chance to try it... Forget it, this is a matter of tight schedule. "

"Why on earth are you experimenting with my sword?"

"Ask now? This is a big secret. At least one more experiment for me before I'm willing to say it. Look, I spent a night yesterday to prepare this specially. I don't know much about the structure of sword spirits, but He knows how to ferment medicine in the human body."

He brought out a cup of tea with a smiling face and placed it on the tea table in front of them.

Seeing the vigilant and fearful expression of the judge, he smiled sincerely.

"After last night, I think you should understand that my medicine does not kill people. Ah, although things other than killing people cannot be guaranteed."

The lord's face was pale, and the blush was stained with a blue color of depression.

It was terrifying, surrounded by a panic that was completely seen through.

Imai just felt that his smile was creepy, and the reaction of the judge was worrying.

"As long as you finish drinking, I'll tell you everything."

Sejian's coaxing seems to have an effect on the god judge, which is what scares him the most.He didn't know what agreement the god judge made with this person, he just felt that this cup of tea was fraught with danger, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

The inquisitor drank the cup of tea, put the cup heavily on the table, and signaled him to continue talking with his eyes.

"Okay~ This carefully crafted experimental tea will show its effects soon, and we can talk about other things before that."

"Didn't you just go out to pick the so-called experimental materials when you stayed in Honmaru?"

"Well, you understand well. Picking flowers is very hard work. Some are on the cliffs and some are under the abyss. It takes a lot of time to go there. Oh, sometimes I have to go home to see my family ah."

"What do you mean by family? Even though we have family, we insist on sticking to our Honmaru?"

The god judge seemed to have choked his voice, unable to speak for a long time, Jin Jian finally couldn't bear to intervene for him.

"Aha, this is still a secret right now, and you are forbidden to ask related questions! By the way, why don't you just talk about the origin of the name Jasmin? Anyway, I don't think you can ask any questions, so let me tell you?"

The judge's complexion has always been bad, and I don't know if his expression became even more gloomy because of hearing Sejian's self-report.

Then Seti talked about the origin of Jie Siming to himself.

He seemed to be waiting for something, and used this to pass the time.

Jin Jian was even more frightened, he clenched the God Judge's hand, and the palm of his hand seemed to become hotter and hotter.

Setian once raised a little white cat named Jie Siming.Jasmine represents purity and charm, comely, quiet, subtle and moving, and its color is like a cat's white and exquisite fur.

"Actually, I don't like pets, but when my ex-girlfriend broke up with me, he didn't take the cat away. Ha, it just stayed. The cat is very clingy to me, and always likes to follow me run behind."

"As a result, one day, I didn't realize it followed me out. When I crossed the road at a red light in a hurry, bang! I turned around and found that Jasmin was behind me and was run over to death by a car."

"Then I realized that I was a lonely person. Without the cat, I seemed even more useless."

Seti slowly raised her head and leaned on the coffee table, showing an indescribable smile.

"When I saw your hair color, it reminded me of Jasmin. So, Ding Dong, your nickname was born. But... Later I found out that you are not suitable for this name, you are not a cat, You are a rabbit, a rabbit in fox fur."

The judge narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and Jin Jian suddenly noticed that the master's palms were dripping with cold sweat, while the arms were emitting heat from the inside out, as if his body was undergoing drastic changes.

He wasn't listening to Sejian's story, because the changes in his body were too noticeable.

"Well, you don't seem to be listening. Will it hurt? I've tried my best not to make the medicine hurt."

The judge endured the strange feeling, sweat rolled down his cheeks, he stood up suddenly, and pressed his hand on the table.

"Hurry up... hurry up, the effect of the medicine has been exerted, hurry up and admit..."

"Admit what?"

"Admit that you are pretending to be a god judge! Who are you!"

The lord shouted as if exhausting all his strength, and clenched his hands into fists.He felt that his face was almost being burned by an unknown flame, and a pain of peeling off skin crawled all over his body, like being rubbed by rough bark.

"Okay, I admit it. I'm not a god judge. That pill next door is not mine."

He smiled and raised his hands in surrender, a very straightforward confession.

Jin Jian was too frightened to speak, no matter it was the appearance of the judge or the self-confession.

"Also, I think you should keep something for me."

Setian fumbled in his pocket, suddenly took out a small accessory, hung it on his fingertips and shook it, and the item followed suit.

The god judge gasped in shock, very lightly, but Jin Jian could hear it clearly.

It was a hand-stitched crimson cloth omori.

Immediately afterwards, the god judge also took out the guard that he had hidden in his pocket, and it was the same, the clumsy stitching was done by the same person.

"That's it, that's the omamori I sewed, can you return it to me?"

The lord squeezed the guard tightly in his hand, bent down, and curled up almost to the point of breaking his waist. He propped himself on the table, his head was drooping so he couldn't see his expression, but the medicine must have caused him extreme pain.

"You—report your name!"

After a long time, he finally said in a voice that became hoarse after he endured it desperately.

"Yeah. I'm the historicist revisionist at the house across from you, please give me your advice!"

Seti smiled brightly with his white teeth showing, and he flicked the omamori at his fingertips again.

The god judge suddenly raised his head, his resentful eyes seemed to be able to burn people to pieces.

But it wasn't the look in the eyes that surprised Jinjian so much that he sat down, but the face of the god judge, to be precise, his whole body.

"Master, Master..."

What kind of historical revisionists are nothing compared to the horror in front of them.

He wants a happy ending, a peaceful day.

However, this is no longer simply a question of whether to guard or not.

An uncontrollable situation, a danger that cannot be killed with a single blow.

No matter how good you are at fighting, you can't solve it.

A sense of powerlessness swept over his body.

Jin Jian was so embarrassed that tears burst from his eyes.

Uncontrollably, he began to cry aloud.

The author has something to say:

Well, what happened to the lord, please allow me to trick me! (beat)

I can’t say anything now _(:з」∠)_

All I can say is that Jinjian is a lovely child.