[Comprehensive] The name of the examiner is Oda Saku

Odasaku hangs far behind Mukyoshi Sadamune.

He was not in a hurry to chase, and deliberately left some space for the young man.After a while, Wakizashi's footsteps slowed down, and finally stopped in the dark and empty fields with his back to Odasaku.

Blown through by the slightly cool wind at night, his sanity finally came back.Wuji Zhenzong was stunned for a while, and finally raised his hand to cover most of his face as if he was overwhelmed.After the uncontrollable pain and anger subsided a little, the boy began to feel that his behavior was very ridiculous—why did he run away?

Even if he escapes, where can he escape to?

The boy's back was extremely thin in the dark and hazy night, and Odasaku waited until the boy stood up straight again before walking towards him again.

He didn't hide his footsteps, and the steady rhythm was very clear in the still air.Wuji Zhenzong spotted the god judge at the first time. At that moment, the boy's shoulders seemed to be stiff, but he quickly turned sideways, and then bowed deeply to the god judge.

"I'm sorry." Wuji Zhenzong lowered his head, said in a slightly trembling voice and almost overflowing with apology.

He was well aware of how inappropriate his behavior was.If possible, he didn't want to spoil the interest of the god judge. For Honmaru Daojian, there are actually very few opportunities to have a relaxed meal with the god judge like this. Everyone cherishes the kindness of the god judge.

He didn't want to make the god judge have a bad impression of other swords because of himself, but at that moment, a word from the god judge without any malice would make him completely unable to control his sudden turbulence that was about to approach He was overwhelmed with devouring emotions, he couldn't guarantee whether he would make things worse, so he could only blindly want to retreat and escape.

Wuji Zhenzong felt deep disgust and fear for such a self.

Odasaku sighed softly, in exchange for the boy Wakisashi closed his eyes.

Although he never thought that the God Judge would come out to find him, just when he was ready to accept the blame, Oda Saku just stretched out his hand over the boy's soft hair, and gently landed on the boy's shoulder.

"Walk with me." Oda said.

The Honmaru itself is not very big, except for the courtyard where the god judges and fusangshen live, there is only a not very vast field and a low mountain connecting the field and the waterway.Oda Saku walked in front, leading the boy up the hill, and finally stopped under a huge cherry tree.

Every Honmaru has a Manyozakura tree. The current cherry tree was planted by the former god judge himself. It was once on the verge of drying up, but after Oda Tsukuru took over, it regained its vitality and continued to grow carefree. Then one day it will open.

Odasaku sat down under the cherry tree, leaning against the thick trunk, with one long leg bent freely.

From here, you can see the bright lights in Honmaru and the bright and dark stars in the sky.But Odasaku didn't pay too much attention to these, but looked at the young Wakisashi who was standing quietly, beckoning him to approach him.

"..." The young man didn't approach, his expression was a little fuzzy, he raised his head after a long silence, and asked softly as if talking to himself: "Why do you need to shake Wuji Zhenzong?"

Or more precisely, why bring him back?

Odasaku didn't speak.

As if he didn't get the expected reprimand, or because the aura of the judge was too peaceful, Wuji Zhenzong paused, and finally opened his heart and expressed the thoughts he had been hiding all along.

Wuji Zhenzong is a sword who longs for the love and trust of the god judge.

To be precise, there is no need for swords and swords to be loved by the judges, but it is precisely because of the desire for attention and love that Wuji Zhenzong will be optimistic, serious, and hard-working, and will constantly emphasize that he can bring benefits to the judges. transport.

He was really looking forward to it.

The former god-inspector liked rare swords, so Wuyoshi Zhenzong will always remember how happy and energetic he was when the god-inspector got the rare self, and then forged Mr. Crane and Yiqi Yizhen one after another.

The god judge gave him all the attention that should have been allocated to other swords, but he never met the god judge's expectations after that.

Not once.

The god judge is not a tolerant and kind person. After long-term unsatisfied wishes, the god judge's gaze on Mukichi Zhenzong became more and more indifferent and stubborn, and the life of common swords in Honmaru became more and more serious. more difficult.

It would be great if I could forge rare swords.

If rare swords could be forged, the god judges would not be so disappointed, and the environment in Honmaru would be more relaxed.

If only he could be more useful.

However, the fact is that he, who was supposed to change all this and had the responsibility to change all this, did nothing.

On the contrary, he caused all the bad results.

If Tsurumaru Kuninaga or other swords were used to tell the story of this Honmaru, they would all have mentioned how much pressure the Wakisashi boy had to bear every day under the disappointed eyes of the judges.

Smiles, energy, vitality, and the brilliance in his eyes were all disappearing rapidly, but Wuji Zhenzong's tone contained only self-blame and an unresolved sadness.

When the Government of Time was under investigation, he was forced to recall every detail from his birth to the murder of the god judge side by side, and every time, the young boy Wakizawa kept questioning himself-he was really shocked A knife that brings luck?

If so, why is he still alive when his master is dead?

So no.

He's just a selfish, despicable bastard who tells lies just because he wants to be pampered.

There's no way he's going to bring luck to anyone.

"...I'm sorry, I'm not a sword that can bring luck with one blow." The boy Wakisashi's voice was choked with sobs.

"Sorry, I killed my master, and I can't bring you good luck."

"sorry."

He can no longer be expected by anyone.

The boy's tears dripped into the soil, but the breath around him suddenly became deeply ominous.

He is denying himself.

And denying yourself makes the sword fall.

Oda Saku quickly realized this, so the next moment, he stretched out his hand to hold Wakizawa's wrist, and pulled him into his arms with a little force.

Wuji Zhenzong felt pain in his heart, but finally showed a relieved smile on his face.His vision was blurred by tears, and he could feel the temperature of the judge through his clothes.

Even though it was only for one day, even in the face of such an unbearable man, the aura of the judge was still calm and gentle, and the gentle person felt a little bit of pain from the bottom of his heart that wanted to shed tears.

But in this case, he can rest assured.

The Honmaru will decline after losing the god-judgment, the sky will become dark, the water will dry up, the plants will wither, and the land will lose its fertility.

The Token Fusangshin born in the Honmaru is actually no different from the plants in the Honmaru. Without the spiritual power of the god-inspectors, they will also weaken, until they disappear without a sound one day.

He didn't know why the God-inspector needed him, or what the God-inspector only needed was the rare Wuji Zhenzong.

But Mr. Zhan Sanlang told him that the judge decided to take over this second-hand Honmaru and the second-hand knives in Honmaru after seeing him.

Wuji Zhenzong felt that he should have been shattered long ago, but he was not sure if his shattering would displease the god judge, so he came back here.

If the judge needs him, then he will try his best to be obedient, docile and well-behaved, and try to be a qualified decoration.If that's the only value he has left, then he wants to make up for as much as possible about the other swords that have been unfairly treated in Honmaru.

He should, but...

Too many emotions are accumulated in an overly thin body, and a little inadvertently will destroy the boy.

Oda sighed deeply.

After a while, he gently rubbed the boy's soft hair, and said softly, "There are people I can't protect well."

Wuji Zhenzong had never heard the interrogator talk about himself, but the young man heard the sadness in the interrogator's voice, so he hurriedly raised his head and looked at the interrogator worriedly.

"I had five younger siblings, but they died in front of me, bombed."

Odasaku looked into the distance, in his blue eyes there was an emotion that Wakizawa boy could not understand, Mukichi Sadamune's heart seemed to be clenched by something, he blinked hard, but the tears were still uncontrollable It flowed out, but at this moment, he only felt sorry for the judge.

"It's okay." Odasaku wiped away the boy's tears, and then patted the boy on the back lightly.

Of course, he also hated himself countless times, thinking that if he killed Gide earlier, would the five children be able to live safely.

So Odasaku can understand Wuyoshi Zhenzong.

He understood the boy's suppressed emotions.

Among all species, only human beings will not let themselves go. Touken Fusangshen has also learned human suffering while gaining human affection.

But the world will still move forward.

Time will still pass, years will still flow, and the dead will make life heavy, but they can't stop.

Because even his friend, who had fallen into despair about the world, never stopped.

"Thank you for listening to me. I feel a little more relaxed." Oda Saku smiled at Monoyoshi Sadamune: "Next time, can you listen to me too?"

Wuji Zhenzong's breathing stagnates.The judge didn't say when the next time will be, so this sentence means asking yourself: Can I live?

Wuji Zhenzong didn't know how to answer.

But Oda Saku had already stretched out his hand to him: "Luck is bestowed by God, so it doesn't matter if you don't take it as your responsibility. What I need is to be with you when I encounter misfortune. Those who support me, this is the greatest luck."

"I don't know my predecessor, so it's hard to feel regretful, but it's a good thing for me that you survived." The calm voice of the interrogator reached the boy's ears in the quiet night.Odasaku smiled wearily, but his blue eyes looked like the clear sky after the mist cleared in the depths of the distant mountains, and he said seriously: "...It may seem that I am useless, but, I really don't have the energy to accept any more parting."