[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

It's like a dream.

From birth to becoming a sharp blade worthy of delivery, it was finely polished by that man as a treasure.His black hair hangs down and is reflected in the bright blade. If those souls who were killed by the knife saw such a gentle expression at this moment, they would definitely feel incredible.On the battlefield, the young man who looked like a Shura yaksha was watching his comrades who were born and died with him with affectionate eyes.Even though it was just a cold blade that took the lives of countless people, he did not change his pious expression as if he was seeing a god.

The young man can feel his true meaning, which is a belief without any falsehood.Because he firmly believes in the path he wants to open up, he can swing the knife without hesitation.It is precisely to protect his pure will that the young man was born in the sword, silently hid in nothingness, and always accompanied the young man destined to perish.

The flames and blood bloomed like gorgeous crabapples, not only the enemy's, but also the drops of red flowers left by himself.His haggard and pale face was reflected in the sword. The young man saw everything in his eyes. He wanted to reach out and wipe away the young man's scars with his fingertips. However, the young man had no tangible body, so he was doomed to do futile work.

This time was both pleasant and cruel.

He heard himself whispering again and again, staying alone in the room, looking at the direction where the skirt disappeared.Before you know it, everything is smudged into azure blue.

Yamato keeps the peace—the young man lowered his head, he seemed to be dreaming a distant dream, and the owner of the dream was him, but not him.The influx of sad memories occupied his mind, and even he himself couldn't help but glistening tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

I miss it so much.

blue figure.

I miss it so much.

The tactile sensation of being held in the hand for the first time.

In his recollection, Yamato Morita was just a body created by scientists.His predecessor was a poor mortal, the child had a happy family, but was completely orphaned after a car accident.He was bought by the research institute without much money, and became the material of the puppet, and his consciousness has probably already drifted away.

From his body, a weapon named Yamato Moran was born.

This knife is genuine, or close to the real one. Whenever he picks up the knife, he will experience an extremely strong oath to protect the lord.Even though he may be aware that the other party is using him as a weapon, he will always fall into that gentle tone.

He mistook the Lord for someone else.

"I... will always be by your side..."

He woke up with a start.

Yamato Mamoru Anding remembered that he had several gunshot wounds and knife wounds on his body. His pain perception was similar to that of humans, and the blood flow was also the same.The moment he fell down, he still clearly remembered the hot and cold feeling in his body, but now, when he stretched out his arm, he found that it was intact.

Unscarred, he lay in a dark, cramped room, lit only by a fire in the fireplace.He looked around, but there was no one else there, and when he got closer, he realized that what he thought was a fireplace looked more like a forging furnace.

He pushed open the door.

Violet mist shrouded the air, and visibility was extremely low.The fog had no smell, but it gave him a dull feeling, as if something unpleasant had settled in his mind, and he felt a little difficult to breathe after taking two steps.

In a daze, Yamato Shou Anding wanted to go back to the room that would not feel dull, but the road behind was also shrouded in light fog, and he could no longer see clearly.

He seemed to be able to hear many thoughts, whispering their loneliness and longing in his ears, and one of them sounded very much like his own.Yamato Mamoru Anding ran towards a certain direction in panic. He didn't know where the way was, but he just vaguely felt that he should do so.

More and more air accumulated in the throat, and Yamato Shou'an coughed twice, almost gagging.Those complicated emotions almost swallowed him, the young man stretched out his hand and touched a certain temperature.

"—Okita, sir."

His consciousness returned to nothingness.

Then, a certain person looked at his wrist that was being grasped delicately, trying to wake up the strange visitor, but all failed.

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"My lord, this pill is actually on the verge of decay."

Foxnosuke said seriously.

"The government of the time cannot be contacted. The former god judge has... returned... and lost Fusangshen. This illusory garden is actually being swallowed by miasma. In fact, it is quite useful to keep Yamato Shou'an-sama here. Risk, but there is no other way to repair it at this time, he may be affected by the miasma, because these things are extremely harmful to the gods."

It can be seen how beautiful the scenery must have been here before.

The invisible miasma does not affect the movement of human beings, and even touching it will not cause any harm, Kusanagi raised his fist in protest against the gin that blocked him half an inch behind him, somewhat annoyed.The silver-haired man keenly caught his movements, and suddenly turned around.

froze.

Kusanagi silently withdrew his fist in midair and took a step forward.They are no longer in a situation where one is in front of the other, because Kusanagi took the initiative to hold Gin's hand, and the two are side by side.Five fingers pressed against each other from the gap, Qin Jiu looked at him, with a smile in his sharp eyes.

Foxnosuke: Who am I and why am I here.

It looked at California Qingguang, who had been silent since coming in, just staring at his weapon, as if asking for help, and of course did not receive any response.

Shikigami is jumping on the withered field, which has not been taken care of for a long time, showing an unhealthy color.It pointed to the house in the distance with the tip of its tail. This retro-style Japanese house is rare in modern times. The sliding door in it was opened halfway, revealing a dark hole inside.

"Hey, I remember I closed the door properly." Honosuke probed his head, but couldn't find any traces from outside the door, "Oops, did Yamato Shou'an fix it?"

The scene inside the house is always like an old mansion that would appear in a Japanese horror movie, without a ray of light coming in.Foxnosuke explained that there was no way to reach Wanwu, so he could only bring lighting equipment next time.They entered a narrow room lit by the flames of a soldering iron, and there were no people or knives on the hard tatami mats.

"Shouldn't he go out by himself?"

Fox's help is also not sure, which Yamato Shou'an will be forged now.

Kusanagi sighed: "Foxosuke, can you do it?"

"My lord, my lord, I'll go find Lord Yamato Shou'an right now, ah! Absolutely live up to your expectations!"

"Trash, you're too noisy."

Not knowing how to persuade Foxanosuke, Kusanagi simply walked into the mist holding Gin's hand.The silver-haired man looked around at the miasma of white and purple, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.Perhaps getting lost here, he glanced at the young man beside him. When everything was shrouded in obscurity, only his face was clear. From the eyelashes to the corners of the lips, every inch was within reach.

Belmode once asked him, "Do you want to live forever?"

Human immortality is such a foolish luxury.

But again, he concedes, humans are indeed creatures that can become stupid for a reason.

"Zen-san, there seems to be a shadow in front." Kusanagi squeezed his palm, "Although it's a bit unclear, it's a blue shadow."

The shadow in the mist swayed, and he seemed to be observing his surroundings, carefully investigating his position.Shadow took a few steps forward, he went deep into the thick mist, and then there was a violent cough that seemed to tear his throat.

Shadow paused, and he began to retreat in the direction he came from.

There was no light in the pupils of those eyes, and as he gradually approached, his face became extremely clear.It is indeed Yamato's stable appearance, the madness and evil spirit have faded, and the youthful face is full of nostalgia and bewilderment.He softly called a certain name between his lips, and Kusanagi could feel the sudden force of the grasp on his wrist, as if a traveler grasping at straws was unwilling to let go.

Immediately afterwards, Yamato Mamoru Anding's body suddenly collapsed, and his slender body fell into Kusanagi's embrace.

"...It's troublesome now."

Distressed murmurs came from above.

They brought An Ning, who appeared in the mist for no reason, and fell down for no reason, back to the big house. There were few equipment available in the room, so Kusanagi had no choice but to make Yamato Shou An Ning lie down as peacefully as possible.His face was pale and his skin was terribly cold. Foxosuke looked around for a few minutes before explaining: "The miasma is like poison/drug to Fu Sangshen. They will wake up unwilling memories and also Negative emotions will be awakened, and if you cannot get rid of these influences in the end, Fusangshen will no longer be a sword full of divinity."

It paused for a while: "I didn't expect that the recasting would turn into such a result. He is not only Fusangshen, but also the original Yamato Shou'an... He is a mixture of man-made human, sword, and past consciousness. He is also a judge. Yamato Shou'an, whom God knows, is very likely to attack after waking up."

"It's okay." Kusanagi shook his head and looked at Qingguang who had been thinking, who raised his head and looked at him in surprise, "Qingguang still has a lot of questions to ask that Yamato Shou Anding, in a sense this It’s also lucky.”

Yamato Mamoru's cold fingertips kept touching his skin, and his defenseless sleeping face was so quiet, Kusanagi couldn't help but want to reach out for him to pluck a strand of hair that stayed at the corner of his eyes for him, those blue eyes seemed to sense What, the eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and suddenly opened.The pure and flawless clear water came into Kusanagi's eyes so unexpectedly, and Yamato Shou'an's expression became confused for a moment.

As if he didn't dare to confirm, the strength of his grip on Kusanagi's wrist did not decrease, "Am I... loved?"

"..."

Kusanagi silently withdrew his hand, now that he is awake, his muscles are not so stiff.

He innocently turned to the side, and said solemnly to California Qingguang: "He seems to have a fever."

Yamato Mamoru looked around. Although it was a familiar house, it was much dilapidated than before.His eyes fell on California Qingguang, and seeing his familiar companion, his uneasiness was obviously much less.

"It seems, I am, Yamato Shuan Ding, a weapon made to replace the real thing." He murmured helplessly, looking at Kusanagi as if asking for help, his expression was like a flash in the pan, and suddenly changed into the perseverance that fit Yamato Shu An Ding, "Mr. recognized by Qingguang, California, I am a good knife, please use it properly."

"Didn't you restore the factory settings?"

Kusanagi grabbed Foxunosuke's ear and questioned Shikigami under the cover of gin. The latter shook weakly twice, wanting to cry without tears: "It may be a sequela of the fusion, Lord Judge, it will recover, really Yes, ah ah, what is your look of 'will I listen to your nonsense'..."

"gentlemen?"

The well-behaved android poked its head out curiously.

"It's nothing, you don't have to worry about it, Xiao An Ding." Kusanagi pointed to Qing Guang, who was beside him with mixed feelings, "He has been waiting for you for a long time, so it's better to have a word with him?"

Yamato Moran Ding finally looked at his companion, the weapon of the same swordsman he once served.Although some jumbled and not-so-pleasant memory fragments made his brain ache, none of the memories left by Kawasaki ever faded.

"haven't seen you for a long time?"

"Well. Nice to see you again."

They are like friends reunited after a long time, and like two strangers, smiling at each other.

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Amnesia/memory confusion ver's stability and memoryless confusion Qingguang~