drunk snow

Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro once suspected that the God-inspector was a monster or a ghost.

It has been almost three weeks since my lord came to Honmaru.

He always only wears a pure white kimono, walks silently, disappears like a ghost, and always smokes a pipe that fills the surrounding smoke. He is in the smoke array, occasionally showing a hazy smile, really like a ghost.

However, as a close servant, California Qingguang obviously could not agree with his argument.

"What kind of ghost is our lord, it's a fairy, a fairy!"

Yamabukiri thinks that Kiyomitsu must have been enchanted by some kind of sorcery to be fascinated.

Maybe the god judge is really not a ghost, but he is not a fairy either; compared to a fairy, he thinks that the term fox fairy is more suitable for him.

The eccentric behavior of the god judges is well known.

When Yamabukiri was forged, he saw the god judge fiddling with the charcoal in the furnace at the first sight. Before he realized why the god judge personally forged the knife, he was already coughing from the thick smoke in the room .

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not very skilled yet."

he said with a smile.While waving his hands to let the black smoke out of the house, on the other hand, he smoked the pipe to increase the pollution of the room.

Simply inexplicable.

At the time, Yamabagiri thought he was insane.

Once, when Yamabukiri was sent to work in the field, he was digging open the field with a hoe, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the lord appearing at the edge of the field.

With a calm smile, he said that he was "nothing to do", and then joined their work like this.

Farming in the field made Yamabuchi covered with mud, which was very in line with his self-expectation that he must be messy and messy. In his heart, he couldn't help looking at the judge with a proud expression that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"That way no one will ever say I'm pretty."

The judge pursed his lips and smiled lightly at him.

"Haha, you are really weird."

Yamabuchi couldn't understand why he had to be called "strange" by the strangest person in this pill.

Aside from the shortcoming of pretending to work hard, the judge is actually a high-quality leader with just the right amount.

His calligraphy is correct and graceful, with a touch of chic in the flowing clouds and flowing water, and the materials he presents every time are very neat and beautiful.Moreover, the resource allocation is appropriate, the roster is appropriate, and the accounting statement is clear. He seems to be very good at scheduling and arranging money.

In terms of military affairs, he handles everything, and he does his best when it is time to have fun.

Yamabukiri once saw the judges having a snowball fight with the daggers in the garden, having a great time.But when the working time comes, he will not be lazy or procrastinate because of this, and he will uphold the principle of being serious and down-to-earth in everything he does.

He has just the right amount of stability.

Probably no one in the entire Honmaru knows why the lord is often "idle and fine".

He can actually find some leisure to entertain himself, such as painting, playing the piano or reading, instead of going around to grab the work of the swordsmen.

Yamabukiri seemed to feel something, but he couldn't explain the feeling.

He had a vague idea that the incident might have something to do with his constant smoking of a pipe.Or, he really just had nothing to do.

But whenever this speculation comes to mind, this thought will be severely beaten back to its original form by the memories not long ago──

A few days ago, when Yamabukiri passed by the corridor, he accidentally saw the judge and Yakiri Hasebe together.

Hasebe is Zamabu.

Yamabugiri felt baffled again, he couldn't help stopping to observe the situation.

The appraiser smiled contentedly, and tapped Hasebe's thigh with an unlit pipe.

"Although you have high mobility, I think other areas need to be strengthened to complement each other. Don't forget, your waist belongs to me now, so you need to exercise it well. It happens that I am also free, so you just stick here Let's go."

"I worship the Lord! As long as I am alive, I will not hesitate!"

"Haha. Calm down and hold on tight."

When he thought of the erratic laughter of the judge, he would feel that the lord was really just idle.

Having said that, he mentioned the word belonging at that time.

The God Judge took the right eye of Yamabuki Kunihiro, which now belongs to the God Judge.

He said he wanted that eye to live forever.

Judging from the situation just described, it seems that the judge asked each person for a part, and he seemed to kiss that part one by one, indicating that this place is already in his pocket, and made a promise to make it immortal .

He heard that it was the lips that Qingguang was taken from.In fact, he had once seen the examiner compare his lips to Qing Guang, as if to remind him that it was his.Just like when the protagonist sees him, he often points to his right eye meaningfully.

So, did the judge also kiss Qingguang's lips?

He suddenly felt envious.

Because California Kiyomitsu is not a fake, that's why he was selected as the original sword, served as a servant, and was given his lips because of the attention.

I can only offer my right eye to the lord.

It is a completely different existence from Qingguang.

"Why did you choose California Qingguang for the initial knife?"

A few days ago, Shanbuki couldn't hold back the impulse for a while, and suddenly asked the interrogator.

He has always been very concerned about this question: as the same initial sword, why did he choose Shang Qingguang?

Of course, this probably had a lot to do with being a counterfeit. Even if Qing Guang didn't stand in the way, it wouldn't be his turn, he thought.

"It's just random."

His lord laughed, and the answer was simple and clear.

"In other words, there is no fate between me and the lord."

"If you and I are not destined, you will not be forged by me."

"Everyone thinks that I'm just a counterfeit who has no spiritual power and can't kill demons. Presumably the master and the famous sword worthy of the name can form a deeper bond."

After Shanba finished speaking with enthusiasm, he suddenly found that the judge was staring at him, so he raised his eyes to meet him.The protagonist's eyes are hooked up, and when he squints his eyes and smiles, he looks like a fox, but that smile does not reveal any treacherous feeling, on the contrary, it is extremely seductive.

"I think spiritual power is not the criterion for judging whether a sword is good or bad. For swords, strength is what can be put on the table."

The god judge turned his palm over in front of him, and a faint blue light bloomed from the palm and fingertips.

"Look, my mother has the blood of a witch, so I have inherited some psychic powers. But compared with other god judges, my power is weak. I am just a slightly special ordinary person, but why the government Choose me as the judge?"

He stared at the weak light blue light spot and remained silent.

The judge suddenly put away his palms.

"─Naturally because I have other benefits."

"If this is not the case, then the government may be crazy to invite me to be a trial judge. Do you understand?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a fake or not, as long as you have enough strength, don't talk about protecting history, you can even give me the whole world."

Yamabagiri's mind was filled with his pleasing smile.

He didn't want to understand at the time.

Because the knot in my heart is never something that can be easily resolved in a few words.

As time progressed, he seemed to gradually understand what the lord wanted to express, but he still couldn't understand it thoroughly.

In short, the protagonist doesn't seem to intend to treat him as an imitation, and that's enough.

──For swords, strength is what can be put on the table!

He has taken these words to heart.

In order to be able to enter the sight of those beautiful eyes, he must work hard.

Only occasionally, he would suddenly recall the soft lips of the examiner, lightly imprinted on his right eye.

Then he will start to fantasize, if he is selected as the initial knife, is he eligible to offer his lips?

Yamabuki Kunihiro quietly opened the paper door of the room, from which one can see the God Judge leaning against the plum tree and smoking a pipe as usual.

The smoke curled up, and the white smoke drifting in the courtyard lingered around him, competing with the pure white kimono.Gradually, Yamabukiri realized that what Kali Kiyomitsu said made sense. Their protagonist was not a ghost, but a fairy descended from heaven.

And the smile of the god judge was as calm as usual.

The author has something to say:

What the world, where did the protagonist come from?What if Yamabagiri finally went to conquer the world_(:з」∠)_