drunk snow

Ishikirimaru was praying for blessings at that time.

Eliminate disasters and purify pollution.This is his daily routine.

During the prayer, a cry almost pierced through the sky, piercing directly into his fragile eardrums.

Now is the time for the troops to go out and go on an expedition, and there are few people in Honmaru, so the voice is particularly loud.Ishikirimaru immediately recognized that it was the cry of Tomaken from the Sanjo faction, that cry was full of fragility and helplessness.

He was terrified by the terrifying sound at first, so nervous that he tripped over the coffee table, and the prayer utensils tumbled and fell.

Ishikirimaru got up from the ground in embarrassment, ran out of the room in a carefree manner.

He ran to the source of the crying, and then forcefully opened the door of Seti's room.

He saw the owner of the room grinning leisurely at him, with an indescribable smile on his face.

Now the sword fell in the corner, as if frightened by the sudden opening of the paper door, so he stopped crying, but the tears still fell uncontrollably, falling on his reddened nose, looking miserable.

Then, when he looked at the judge——he opened his mouth, and the words were hoarse in his throat.

The god judge has always been a beautiful and elegant existence in Honmaru.

But now, the skin that used to be creamy and smooth is covered with creepy bristles like thorns.Like the mark left by the fire, the fair skin was dyed a burnt gray red, screaming for pain.

The scars crazily wrapped around the original fair face, mottled and dripping, making noise to run away from under the skin surface.

Incomplete!At the moment, only these four words are left in Shiqiemaru's mind.

A creepy feeling rushed up from the tailbone immediately, and none of the sense organs in the body was spared. His teeth began to chatter vaguely, but it was not clear whether it was because the shocking scene made him tremble with fear, or because of anger.

Ishikirimaru didn't understand what happened.

But his sharp nerves told him immediately that all of this was probably caused by Sejian.

For no reason, it's a sixth sense for knives.As if the enemy is in front of you, your body will react automatically.He can feel that the room is filled with unclean air, and he is a magic knife that can expel disasters and eliminate bad luck.

However, when he subconsciously touched his waist, he suddenly remembered that he hung the body knife in the room.

The only thing in his hand is the royal coin for worshiping the gods that he had no time to put down just now.So he held it up and stepped out into a fighting stance.

"I'm not an evil spirit, no matter how much you wave that thing, you won't be able to purify me."

Seeing his funny look, Seto raised his eyebrows happily.

How dare this guy?

How dare they do such unconscionable things to their lord in this sword Honmaru.

How dare he dare to do this!

The judge was indifferent, and asked, "What is your purpose?"

"Don't say it, of course it's because of the victory!"

He shook his fingers, and said the word victory lightly, but then with an irresistible force, even with a bit of grief and anger.

Ishikimaru heard it clearly.Semi is a spy, sneaking into Honmaru to spy on the enemy, responsible for making troubles and gradually disintegrating their lives. The scary thing is that they don't know the reason yet.

"Since this is the case, you can take me directly as a hostage, or even more simply, kill me to avoid future troubles. Why are you lurking here for a long time, trying your best to manipulate some stupid flower potions all day long?"

"Oh, dear Xiaojie, it is really the most unwise way to kidnap you. I will come here because we can't achieve the so-called victory. If I have high-quality troops enough to withstand your mad sword... Basically, it just doesn’t work.”

"Furthermore, it's useless for me to kill you. You had as many god-inspectors as the space government at that time! Do you still need you, the person who shed blood for them? If you die, it won't be long before you die." There will be a new person to replace him, maybe there will be a more cold-blooded and difficult guy, so it's better to hold on to you."

Ishikimaru's head turned rapidly, trying to figure out the context of the incident with just a few words.

Semi Migure is the historical revisionist who opposes them.

The confrontation does not only refer to the positions of the two governments, but because the world is divided into many parallel universes, and different revisionists attack different parallel histories, as do the god judges, so the government needs countless god judges.

Then Seti happened to be assigned to the same time and space as them.

The teams that usually fight with their swords are all troops under Seti's command.In other words, the enemy's lord came here in person.

He never thought that the other party actually had a general.Like them, created, assigned, cared for, and served by the correctors.

Another shudder.

It felt as if he had suddenly realized that the people he had been beheading all along were living people.

"However, if you die, your sword may also be like the next door, refusing to accept new judges and relying on your own efforts. That's fine, but if they do, they will fall into darkness and eventually fall into a quagmire from which they cannot escape. No leader Swords tend to lose themselves, and I personally don’t like to see this happen.”

"I don't think the tragic end of the sword is included in your consideration."

The judge obviously didn't believe his rhetoric, and looked up at him contemptuously.

Seto shrugged disapprovingly.

"I don't want to kill them all, so I will take a roundabout approach. As long as your sword temporarily loses its combat mechanism, the revisionist army will be able to capture this parallel history in less than three days, and then the space-time government will give up here sensibly. Then we won't have to fight each other again, and we'll all live happily ever after. How nice, isn't it?"

"The space-time government will never allow any history to be tampered with."

"Oh, they will. We don't always lose battles. Anyway, there are so many parallel universes, so what's the point of giving up one? As long as it is a history line that has been taken down, it will be picked out from the government data and deleted with one click! You Haven’t you heard of “Out of sight is pure?”

"However, it is a pity that your conspiracy did not come true."

"It doesn't matter. I think it's admirable that I, who is not very familiar with herbology, can almost achieve my goal. In the end, I used this trick to gamble on luck. If I fail, there will be no loss."

"... What will happen to the parallel history that was taken down?"

Shiqie Wan's voice was trembling, like a mouse being squeezed tightly.He shouldn't believe it lightly, but Semi's words are very convincing, making him feel that this Honmaru seems to have been abandoned by the Time and Space Government, and turned into a pawn that can be thrown away when it is used up.

"Of course it's a great chaos in history. Those who should have died escaped death, and the history of the war has been completely falsified."

Unsurprisingly, they are revisionists, living to correct history.Shiqiemaru hated himself for being stupid. He knew it well, but he still wanted to hear it with his own ears before giving up.

However, he was still eager to ask questions.

"Why are you desperately trying to change history?"

This problem has plagued all Honmaru for a long time.God judges are employed by the government, and swords are taught to obey orders. They never know why they fight. The government's rhetoric is always: it is an order to defeat the enemy who wants to change history.

"Okay, it's time for quick answers! Question [-], when history changes and generals don't die, who will be the biggest beneficiary?"

Shi Qieru raised his head to look at the examiner, and the two looked at each other, as if they didn't know where the answer should come from.

"...the sword."

At this moment, a faint voice of reply came from beside him, it was Imaken holding Ishikimaru's waist.He sucked his nose, tears were still rolling in his eye sockets, but his voice contained an unquestionable and very affirmative answer.

"Congratulations to the clever kid Imaiken who answered correctly! The biggest beneficiary is the sword. Can you tell everyone why?"

"If possible, I would like to save Yi Jinggong from suffering...because his life should not be killed."

Ishikimaru's body trembled with fright at Imaiken's mumbled answer.

In fact, this answer is not difficult, it can even be said to be an inevitable answer.Many swords are handed down to future generations with the regret of not being able to do their best for their masters. Even if they are given new tasks and masters, they still care about it.

He thought of Kiyomitsu Kawasaki, he loved the gods very much, but he still often talked about Souji Okita with Yamato Shouan.

Izumi Mori Kanesada is such a strong person, but when he arrives in Hakodate, he will cry because he misses Hijikata Toshizo.

Ishikirimaru has always been enshrined in the shrine and has never been troubled by this problem.

But Imai must have understood the pain of this kind of longing very well, so he was able to say the answer with certainty.

"Ding dong, then the second question, where did the swords of our correctors come from?"

"The forge... Logically speaking, that should be the case."

The tone of the god judge seemed to have penetrated some terrible facts, and he desperately hoped that Sejian would just go along with his answer.

"Yes, logically speaking. But our government doesn't follow the rules. As far as our existence is concerned, we are a group of rebellious and rebellious guys. So~ I'm going to announce the correct answer now."

"As for the historical revisionist army, it was descended from the sword man."

The lord took a deep breath, and the anger that was originally overflowing was suddenly suppressed into anxiety.

"Aha, very good, very good, don't hesitate to be surprised. Although the morgue god is separated from the same body sword, but the idea will change according to the environment... Let's put it this way, a well-received Qingguang No. [-], who is cared for, and Qingguang No. [-], who is bullied by the master next door, their thoughts are composed of different substances, and the result depends on love or hate."

Ishikimaru seemed to be hit hard by the handle of a knife, if he hadn't held the door frame with his hands, he was afraid that he would fall to the ground.He stared closely at the examiner, his fingers pinching the wall turned pale due to too much force.

The expression of the god judge seemed to be out of breath, as if every time he took a breath, his enlarged lungs would ache.

Perhaps the real pain is not the lungs, but the heart.

"The unloved sword turned into a ghost, looking for a way to resurrect the former master..."

"That's right. They collapsed to the extreme, lost themselves, and were finally captured by our government, fighting to save their former master."

This is the truth that the space-time government does not want them to know.

The damn truth is to let them kill each other, like headless chickens, giving their lives without a goal.

Anyway, the knife can be forged again, isn't it?

They are ghost spirits, props of the space-time government, and the god judges are puppets who are manipulated.

All tied with twine, piled up with lies, coaxed with sweet words...  

It's all a scam!

They were dead wrong.

The position has been reversed. Could it be that the man with the sword is actually the evil one?

Is this the reason why the non-violators attacked them?

...they, I'm sorry the former master, are existences worthy of death?

Ishikimaru's head was clogged with chaos, and he tried his best to fight for a little self-awareness, and he put his hand on Imken's shoulder.

"Imaken, please protect the master. I... go out for a while."

After a while, he wriggled his lips and squeezed out the words.As soon as the voice fell, he immediately turned around and ran out of the gate of Honmaru.

No armor, no weapon, only the loose overalls and sandals on his body, but he couldn't restrain the idea of ​​running wildly.

He thought he must be crazy.

Semi's words were like ecstasy soup, pouring down his intestines word by word, scratching his stomach hard and forcefully, he thought that the troops were fighting the historical revisionists, fighting with them who used to be swords──

As soon as I think about it, I feel a burning sensation in my stomach.

He wanted to stop, no, absolutely stop his companions from committing unnecessary cannibalism.

Before running halfway, he saw the first troop preparing to return to the city from afar.

Everyone was covered in blood and scars, but they were still chatting and laughing, and their cheerful and pleasant emotions made his head dizzy.

Ishikimaru grabbed Captain Kiyomitsu desperately, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

He couldn't get used to Qingguang repeatedly asking him to calm down.

Everyone is still not aware of the seriousness of the situation, and it is no longer a situation that can be resolved calmly.

He choked and choked, watching pairs of suspicious eyes gradually gather on him, and finally he could only come up with the word "Master".

Only in this way can everyone be driven back to the city unconditionally.

Just now, the palm of Qingguang's grasping hand was stained with the blood of the enemy, the blood choked his nose, and the cruel and cold breath of killing.

Along the way, he couldn't help but pray in his heart.

But he suddenly felt that ominous things, evil spirits, disasters and filth... are all portrayals of them.

God will punish them!

At the same time, the softly praying lips fell still.

When they rushed back to Honmaru, Semi Migure was nowhere to be seen.

The judge sat slumped on the ground with his head lowered, maybe because he was too depressed, or because he didn't want everyone to see his collapsed face.Ishikirimaru guessed that Semi must have said something again, maybe it was something more terrifying than the truth.

Jinjian remained silent, only pointing straight at the door with his hand.

Setian just walked out of the gate leisurely, just like he had successfully entered the Honwan, and he was the only one who was relaxed and happy from the beginning to the end.

But the truth silenced the audience.

It was so clear that I couldn't speak. To be precise, everyone was shocked and angry, but no one wanted to criticize Imken.

Regardless of Dao's age, Imai is a child through and through, and his dazed expression is unbearable.

So all the blame fell on Ishikiri Maru, who was in such a hurry in an emergency, at least he should have cut him a few times!

He is usually stable and reliable, he is like a father, and because of his abnormal behavior, he is even more criticized.

He believes that no matter who is frightened by this truth, it has nothing to do with the usual performance.

But he doesn't blame other people, they have suffered too much, at this moment, someone must bear their helplessness and anger.

Ishikimaru is still steady and reliable.

He felt obliged to bear everything, if doing so would ease the suffering of his companions.

He thought that he should also care about the judge.

The blow to the god judge is no less than that of a sword, not only the soul, but also the physical damage.

His appearance, the incomparably admirable beauty, was shattered in that instant.He lost his wealthy life, his family, and himself once, and now he can't even hold the most innocent appearance tightly in his hands.

Even so, dinner had to be eaten.The dining room was still busy, but the cafeteria was so quiet that one could hear the white rabbit's nose twitching.

A heavy and oppressive atmosphere enveloped everyone, and they could almost see the embodied dark clouds floating above their heads.

The main seat was empty, and the judge did not appear.

The space was filled with the clashing sound of bowls and chopsticks, which was harsh and disturbing, and he thought of quietly chopping rice when he was noisy in the past.

After the meal, the scene immediately disperses. They can no longer suppress the turmoil in their hearts. Whether it is finding someone to fight, cry, or clarify their thoughts, they always need a channel to express their emotions, otherwise they will go crazy.

Shiqieru cleaned up the tableware by himself, and tidied up the kitchen with Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong.

After the end, Candlestick looked at him for a long time, his bright golden pupils were full of puzzlement and resentment.

"...I need to calm down."

he said.Then he sighed softly.

Ishikimaru found the judge leaning against the door of Honmaru.

The moon is very bright tonight. My lord looks up at the bright moon. The pipe in his hand is filled with mist. He is addicted to cigarettes. He can’t help but take a few sips at ordinary times. When he is worried, he smokes more fiercely. dependency.

Seeing Ishikimaru approaching, he still didn't say a word, but quietly tightened the coat covering his body to cover his face.

Ishikimaru didn't mind at all, really.Although the appearance is very scary, he is still his master in his bones.

The gentleness of the god judge will not change because of the loss of beauty, he knows it very well.

Now the lord is sad because of the loss of his proud beauty. Whether he knows it or not, he has always used this face to get a lot of benefits.

It will take some time for the protagonist to figure it out, and he is willing to wait.

"...I'm sorry, my lord. It's really remiss of me not to get rid of the filth as a magic sword, but I can only get rid of swelling."

Ishikimaru tried to make the examiner happy, but he only got a slight smile, mostly melancholy.

The judge leaned his body against the door frame, as if he had experienced a century of pain and had lost all strength.

"what do I do?"

he asked weakly.It looked as if the demon had taken possession of his heart again, and was thrashing his internal organs.

But Ishikirimaru couldn't tell why.

The god judge used to be so calm and calm, but he was extremely weak when he encountered irresistible pain.The god judge has a way to enlighten anyone, but he can't pass his own level, so he needs help from others.

It is human nature to support each other.

There was the rustling of clothes rubbing against her ears, and Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro appeared unexpectedly.

The judge tensed up instantly, because his shameful face made him prone to nervousness. While tightening his coat, he let go of his hands in fright. The pipe fell to the ground and broke into two easily. It was horribly broken.

He didn't worry about the pipe, he didn't even look at it, he just stared at Yamabuchi and stepped out of the door.

Yamabukiri was obviously taken aback by the two people hiding by the door, but he quickly adjusted his mood and his expression was too calm.He is fully armed, with a neat fighting style, and the body knife is tied tightly around his waist.

It looks like it's going to war... and it looks like it's ready to leave home.

"Do you want to leave me?"

The protagonist asked anxiously, his tone full of grievances, like an abandoned child.

What a sudden question, as if someone had told him earlier that this was going to happen.

Standing with Yamabagiri's back, he was silent for a long time, like a year of silence.

The judge's face became paler.

Just when Ishikimaru thought he would just leave like this, leaving endless questions for them, Yamabuaki turned around abruptly, and walked back very resolutely, his beautiful blue and green eyes showed perseverance and unyielding.

"My lord, I want to avenge you. I will cut that villain into pieces. Please wait for me to come back."

His voice was resolutely strong, a world away from his usual indifference.

"...That's going to die, I won't allow it."

"I am not afraid of death, my lord. I am willing to attack the whole world for you."

Yamabuchi took the burn-scarred hand, but the interrogator wanted to pull it away, but he immediately clasped it tightly.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the back of his hand. The lines on the skin were uneven and the touch was not good, but it was still warm and soft. The same fragrance seeped out from the bottom of the skin, stirring the tip of his nose.

"I have to think about it, you let me think about it, just two days...don't leave until then."

Even though his face was completely destroyed, the scarlet eyes of the God Judge were always charming, shining with moist water, begging endlessly.

Yamabuchi could ruthlessly refuse orders, but he couldn't bear the misty tears in his eyes.

He also couldn't stand the beautiful shape of those lips, the burns spread mercilessly all over his body, but did not affect the beautiful lips.

Ishikirimaru knew that Yamabagiri also didn't care what happened to the judge's face. It was never his appearance that opened his heart, but the gentle and persuasive words murmured from his lips. Their hearts naturally drew each other.

As for the reason why he was so sure, it was because Yamabukiri was mercilessly kissing the judge right now.

Ishikirimaru was terribly embarrassed.

He put his arms around the god judge, wanting to tell the lord that he can also sacrifice for him unconditionally.

However, Yamabuchi's ferocious eyes penetrated the God-inspector and reached his heaven.

This is definitely an invisible bullying.

He thought silently, subconsciously began to recite the prayers again.

The author has something to say:

Because I spent half an article explaining the correctors, this chapter turned out to be a bit heavy. There are no small flowers floating in the sky, only the tweets that Yamabuchi has been coveting for a long time.

Well, the modifier is a private one.The source of the idea is a shady article I once read, which said that the behind-the-scenes masters of the history correctors are the former masters of the sword. Because of unknown reasons, they learned of their final fate, so they decided to change their fate.

However, the behind-the-scenes master is optional, so I didn't write it into the article. I focused on correcting the fact that the saber sword was once a sword man.

There is too much nonsense in Seti, so I had to cut half of it and move it to the next chapter. If this whole article is explaining the corrector, I may be beaten _(:з」∠)_

In fact, it should be impossible for only Ishikiri's father to be at home in the entire Honmaru, so we had to pretend that everyone went out to play. (error)