After I became a divine judge [Comprehensive]

After leaving the town, we walked westward according to the connection sensed by the spell, and found Xiaoye who was fetching water by the river at the foot of the mountain.

He stared blankly at me and Sanriyue across the stream for a few seconds, put down the bucket and jumped over the rocks in the water to come to me, and unexpectedly reached out and hugged me, a very short hug, probably only a second or two away It's loosened, but the warmth that's passed on is real and clear.

Flattered, I can probably use this idiom to express my current mood, so that I was a little dazed for a long time before I returned to hold his hand in a daze, and asked a little foolishly: "Xiao Ye, um, are you not injured?" ?”

"...No." His eyes are that kind of very clean blue blue, which are always troubled by why and make people feel inaccessible, but now they stretch out with a smile, and immediately bring a A different kind of eye-catching feeling that makes people unable to take their eyes off: "Master."

From Xiaoye, I learned that he arrived in this world three months ago, but no matter how hard we searched, we couldn’t find our trace. I didn’t meet the Lion King in this forest until a month ago, because he was killed in the mountain torrent. The relationship saved by the old man is temporarily staying here, and he is going to wait for the seriously ill old man to die before continuing to look for us.

"It's here." Xiaoye, who insisted on letting me carry the bucket, pushed open the wooden door full of potholes, and the small but very clean interior of the wooden house was completely exposed in front of my eyes, including dancing and talking in front of the bed The Lion King and the smiling old man half lying on the bed.

"Xiao Ye, come back, eh? My lord!?" He blinked his eyes, and soon showed the familiar energetic smile in his memory, and turned sideways to introduce the gray-haired old man on the bed to us: "My lord, This is the benefactor who saved Xiaoye and me in the flash flood before! Grandpa! This is the lord of Xiaoye and me, he is a very gentle person! Ah, and besides her is Sanriyue, who is also with us Those who serve the lord together."

Being praised so bluntly in front of outsiders made me a little shy, but the way the smiling grandpa suddenly restrained his smile made me instantly nervous. Maybe it was because I was too sensitive. I always feel like he's staring... at me.

Am I doing something wrong?I moved my fingers uneasily, and subconsciously leaned towards the direction of Sanriyue, and then, like many times before, he held the palm with reassuring strength.

"The Lion King and Xiao Ye are both very good children." The grandfather said suddenly, his face was covered with dark brown age spots and wrinkles, but his eyes were very bright and sharp: "They are also very good warriors, they have been looking for You, Ji Jun."

Do you regard me as Ji Jun and everyone as my samurai?From the perspective of this era, this is indeed the most appropriate statement, so I pursed my lips, nodded slightly without refuting.

"It's my selfishness to make them stay here. I hope Ji Jun won't blame them." He seemed to want to get up from the bed: "Their kindness is a precious treasure."

I froze in place, my mind blank for a moment.

"Their kindness is a precious treasure." "Yuka-chan's kindness is a precious treasure." A sentence that seemed to have been familiar for a very, very long time suddenly popped out of his mind, and the person who said that sentence said, The smile, temperature, and eyes of the person who said that sentence all emerged together like a tide.

When I was in elementary school, I was often bullied by other classmates, and because I was afraid of my sister’s revenge, I always went out to tidy up my hair and clothes and waited until late to go home. I was very confused and sad every day. What I am looking forward to and happy about is going to see Grandma Yoshida who lives by the river every day.

Grandma Yoshida is a very gentle and kind person. It was she who gave me the first affirmation in my life. It was she who told me that either I was different from my sister or I was wrong. She took me to feed stray cats and dogs and sew for me. The clothes cut off by my classmates, tasting different wagashi in different seasons, cooking delicious milk chocolate for me, giving me hand-woven scarves, teaching me how to appreciate literary works of various countries, and cultivating a little by little Gained a confidence that I didn't have at all.

But she only stayed with me for one year and five months before she passed away. She was killed by her only biological son in her warm house with beige flowers and always smelling of tea.

In order to protect me from being kidnapped by her gambling-addicted son, she was stabbed six times by that man, and the blood splashed all over my body and fell on the wall of her young family portrait.

"Yuka-chan's kindness is a precious treasure." She didn't look at the person who ran away in a hurry, nor did she look at the knife on the ground, but she held my face and said this to me with her usual gentle smile : "So, don't hold grudges, okay? This is a treasure that is more precious than everything else."

At that time, I seemed to cry and agree to her, and seemed to just nod helplessly. I can’t remember it now, but I only remember that her smile at that time was exactly the same as usual.

In fact, my kindness is just cowardice, but because of her encouragement, I have lived to the point where I can meet someone who is as kind as her.

"I know." I suddenly had the courage to speak: "It is a very, very precious treasure."

……

After discussion, we decided that the Lion King and Xiaoye will accompany the old man on his final journey here, while Sanriyue and I will stay here for one night, and we will go north tomorrow to find Brother Qiqi, and then we will meet up and look for Honmaru. way.

Xiaoye showed obvious anxiety about this decision. He asked me if this would cause me trouble and hinder my revenge. Even though I said no several times, he still seemed very entangled and hesitant.

"Master, do you...really have no one to take revenge on?" He grabbed my sleeve and asked a different question from before. But there is no color about hatred in the words, but an obvious confusion that I am familiar with.

"No, because... I don't know what hatred is like." My emotions lack the existence of hatred or resentment. Although being bullied and betrayed will feel pain and sadness, but still Can't afford to hate and can't complain, I just feel... confused, why?Why do you want to do this?I have been so confused and confused for a long time, but in the end, the only thing I can be sure of is that it is my fault, nothing more.

He stared at me for a while, and asked: "Then, will the master hate me like this? It's always revenge, and I can't give up with hatred."

"...No, Xiao Ye, it's fine." I shook my head, held his calloused hand, and repeated confirmation: "Xiao Ye is fine."

I know from the book that swords and swords are often burdened with the emotions and history of previous masters. Zong San was trapped by Oda Nobunaga, Ishiki Maru was enshrined in the shrine all the year round, and Xiao Ye was burdened with the hatred and darkness suppressed by previous masters. The resentment I can't imagine.

However, for me, the Xiaoye I know is a very gentle and nice person. He will help me sweep the fallen leaves in the yard, and he will take care of the horse seriously when he says that the horse doesn’t like him. Others who are good at peeling persimmons will also show very cute expressions while sleepwalking.

"Xiao Ye and everyone." I felt my face was a little hot: "To me, they are all like angels."

"Angel...? What is it?"

"That is, people who will bring a lot of happiness."

"Then, the Lord is also an angel." He lowered his head in embarrassment, his raised blue ponytail swayed slightly, and the tips of his ears turned the same pink color as my face.

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I'm sorry QAQ This week in reality, all kinds of things have to be dealt with in front of me, so I haven't been able to take care of the update. I will resume the normal update QWQ

In this transitional chapter, I explain the formation of Youjia’s character a little bit. I feel like raising a daughter for no reason. In fact, when I first wrote this article, Youjia’s personality was still very one-sided. Many of her pasts were written by me. I just thought of it while writing it, which also leads to some bugs sometimes, if you think there is something wrong, please let me know~All kinds of suggestions are welcome~