Head of Chaldea

The iron horse that does not need to be fed soon became the hottest star in Honmaru. Ishikirimaru has a good-natured personality. Although he can chop off ten Chinese cabbage with a single stroke of the knife, as long as the short knives ask him, he will ride a motorcycle and take the little ones with him. The knives scurry around the Honmaru.

For Honmaru, whose level is in the farming era, this seems a bit surreal.

Fujimaru Tatsuka pointed to the ball over there, and asked, "Hasebe, are you going to try it?"

Da Dao lowered his head halfway, and replied respectfully: "If it's your wish."

The young man pursed his lips, but said nothing.Ishikirimaru took the short knives for a full ride, and returned the locomotive to the newly built garage. Emiya came over with the toolbox to overhaul and refit with Fujimaru Tachika.

"What's the matter? It looks like he's thinking about something bad again." Bow Bing clicked his tongue, and his hands moved unexpectedly swiftly.

"In your eyes, am I the kind of person who can only think of bad things!" Fujimaru Tateka covered his chest, and said sadly, "Has the friendship between us gone!"

"Please check my bond voice, what kind of friendship lasts forever." Emiya was speechless for a while, and threw the wrench in her hand into the toolbox, making a bang sound, and the young man quickly jumped out two big steps, and He opened a distance, "If you have no ghosts in your heart, why are you running?"

"...Sorry, conditioned reflex." Fujimaru Tatsuka said in a slightly distressed tone, "It's actually about Hasebe."

Archer had heard a lot about this capable servant, but he didn't understand what Fujimaru Tatsuka was struggling with: "Isn't it better to be more capable?"

The black-haired young man took out the blueprints for transformation from his sleeve and unfolded them on the ground. He faltered: "How should I put it...too listen to the master's words, or to be too considerate of the master? I'm not doubting his Loyalty and dedication, but it’s rare to get a human body, if Iskandar was here, he would definitely say, ‘Let’s have a drink first, let’s celebrate the beginning of a new life’.”

Emiya's hands were in mid-air. Through the forum system of Foxnosuke, he had a general understanding of how other god judges got along with Fusangshin, but obviously Fujimaru Tachika and their thoughts were different.

——At the very least, while respecting these fusangshen, he also hopes that they can find important things in life for him.In the eyes of this human being, life is always noble and beautiful.

"Is it strange to think so?" Fujimaru Tachika asked him abruptly, turning his face to the side.

"No. Why do you ask that." Emiya lowered her head and continued to work.

"Because you have that 'are you an idiot' look on your face."

"Well," Emiya said sincerely without being perfunctory this time, "because you are indeed a fool."

"..." Fujimaru Tachika raised his right hand, "Projection, start."

Emiya became angry from embarrassment: "...do it!"

After the judge came out of the garage, it was already evening, he went back to his room without even eating, and entrusted Foxnosuke to come with a stack of papers, and asked Hasebe to notify him after reviewing.

"Master him..." Hasebe hesitated for a moment, then changed his words, "Please rest assured and leave it to me."

Most of the above is the modification of the training plan. Even in the current situation of insufficient manpower, the god judge still arranges a rest time that can be freely allocated by the sword men.

Correspondingly, part of the work has to be assigned to those heroic spirits-heroic spirits have only a momentary life, the dust of history and the shadow of human beings. This subtle way of existence always reminds Yaki Hasebe The hero who gave himself this brutal name.

He finally separated his eyes and faced those famous figures in history.

"Thanks for your hard work." Emiya thanked casually after receiving the notification, he frowned and said, "...I'm just a nobody, just staying in the hell of famous people is enough, please don't use that kind of look look at me."

This white-haired and brown-skinned man is quite a mysterious existence in Honmaru. No one knows who he is and what the name emiya represents. Whether it is a unparalleled military general or a legendary Ise country swordsmith, all heroic spirits It is closely related to the history of men with swords.

Therefore, Fusangshen will inevitably speculate about Emiya's true identity in normal times, and Hasebe is no exception, but he will suppress his curiosity very well.

"Then, I'll leave it to you, Hata Toban." He saluted with a knife, and when he heard the sound of music coming from Emiya, he got up and said goodbye, "I'm sorry."

Emiya did not hesitate to turn on the terminal before he went far, and Da Vinci's voice immediately filled the empty room loudly.

She complained: "Really, Lixiang-kun did too much this time. Although the machine is very good, I also admit that the hard and unyielding beauty of the machine is fascinating. But, in the end, it is going to go to the battlefield, right? ? When saving the past, even if one part or gear is left behind, it may change the future. It is precisely because of this that Shi Zhizheng chose the sword man instead of locomotives and cannons. You can persuade him. "

Hasebe's figure paused at the door, the pause was extremely short, as if he hadn't heard anything in a blink of an eye, he went to the next place again.

"Are you leaving?" Da Vinci lowered his voice, "I am indeed a genius, even if I occasionally participate in this double-reed activity, I don't need to worry about my lines at all~"

Emiya nodded: "It will really cause trouble to people, boy, all in all, it just depends on how the valet intends to choose."

After the modification, the locomotive became even larger, and looked like a small fortress from a distance.

Fujimaru Tachika was biting the dumpling made by Senko Village, watching with great interest the sword men around the motorcycle curiously, the atmosphere at the other end was good, but behind him was a bit heavy.

"What's the matter, Hasebe, you seem to have something to say." He swallowed the last bit, patted the soybean powder stained on his fingers, and asked straight to the point.

Since hearing those words, Hasebe has been caught in a dilemma. The sword is something that protects the master, is used by the master, and is driven by the master. But now the problem he faces is what should he do if the master's direction is wrong? .

He used to have no body, so when Oda Nobunaga rewarded him to his subjects, the body of the sword could not resist.

So what about the present with a body and a voice?

"Yes. I have something to say." His voice came from the stormy era a hundred years ago, with the unwillingness and regret of being a sword, and also the sharpness and sharpness of this cherished and loved thing .

Fujimaru Tachika said clearly: "Is it about the locomotive?"

Unexpectedly, the judge of God was so sensitive and direct, Hasebe no longer hesitated, and said frankly: "Although your steel horse is faster than the current horses, it needs to save labor for feeding, and it is even no more flexible than any other horses. The sword men are bad, but I think we should not only focus on how to save the sword men's own shortcomings, but also combine the situation on the battlefield."

"——" Fujimaru Tachika put his hands into the sleeves of the hunting clothes, as if waiting for his next words.

Seeing this situation, he managed to calm down, and continued: "Our battlefield is not only on the training field, but also in history. There may be other hidden dangers in such things that are ahead of the times."

The black-haired young man turned his back and walked up to Da Dao.The two got very close, and the blue sea appeared in front of his eyes, changing from hazy to extremely clear. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and it seemed that he still had something to say, but the situation did not allow him to continue.

If what he saw yesterday was a gentle and comfortable ocean, then now he felt that what he was facing was about to face the waves lapping on the headland, the violent sea shaking and turning upside down under the storm.

"——Are you questioning my decision, Yaki Hasebe?" The young man stretched his brows and eyes, and pronounced every syllable very pleasantly. Facing that gentle smile, Fu Sangshen sensed the danger contained in it .

Yaki Hasebe is caught in a conflict. As Fu Sangshen awakened by the God Judge, he should obey the God Judge's instructions. What if the God Judge's judgment is wrong?

"Congxin, as long as you follow your inner voice, Your Highness Hasebe."

Yiqi Yizhen’s words were still ringing in his ears. He closed his eyes, and his breathing became lighter. When Da Dao opened his eyes again, his expression became extremely solemn. He insisted on his point of view: “The Iron Horse and the Ordinary horses are different, please think twice..."

Fujimaru Tatsuka bent his eyes even wider, and he turned around and shouted over there: "Ishikirimaru, the car has been remodeled, please drive it over."

With the operation of the Dadachi, wings similar to wings popped up on both sides of the locomotive, with coulters on the wings. After a while, the locomotive was successfully transformed into an agricultural machine.

Hasebe rarely stammered: "This...is this...?"

"I transformed it into an agricultural machine yesterday. In this way, it will be much easier for Hatatoban, and I can also do things like building lawns." Under the command of Fujimaru Tachika, Ishikirimaru completed mowing the lawn, plowing For a series of things such as land and sowing, the efficiency has increased by more than 01:30 points compared to before.

Bursts of hotness flooded Hasebe's face and neck, the master had thought of this a long time ago, and it was not his turn to make a beak at all, what a superfluous thing to do...!

"Here." Fujimaru Lixiang picked a melon casually, washed it and handed it to him, just like a few days ago, "I'm very happy, Hasebe."

"..."

The young man swept away the dangerous atmosphere just now, and admitted heartily: "Because you realized my mistake and pointed it out. I am an ordinary human being. I don't have a rich and long history like swords, and I don't have your vision and insight. So it's doomed that my thinking is far from perfect."

Hasebe seemed to understand what he wanted.

"So, I need someone to guide me back to the right path when I go astray." Fujimaru Tachika raised his hand, signaling Dao to follow his own way to do so, and when Hasebe raised his hand, he snapped He clapped hands with Fu Sangshen, "Please, my servant!"

"..."

"...Isn't it enough to cry?"

Hasebe bit the melon in his hand and almost burst into tears: "...the bitter melon you picked is really bitter."

"Then you still eat..." Fujimaru Tatsuka smiled sarcastically.

After the valet finished eating the bitter gourd, he proposed an unexpected thing.

……

"nobu, nobu, nonononbu—"

The strange tone and repetitive content woke Wu Hutui from his last sound sleep in the morning. His bed was relatively outside, only an arm's length away from the paper door.

After opening a gap in the paper door, an incredible scene appeared in front of my eyes.

A few mysterious creatures with the same appearance were wiping the floor of the corridor with towels, and there were some identical little guys under the corridor carrying baskets containing fresh vegetables and walking towards the kitchen lively.

"What the hell are these?" A chaotic voice came from above Wu Hu Tui's head.

"It seems to be doing what we want to do." Yaoken's voice came from above Luan's head again.

At this time, a black shadow against the light slowly climbed up the gap of the paper door, and a pair of hands stretched in under the gradually frightened sight of the daggers and grabbed the door frame. The man suddenly pushed the paper door to both sides, struck the dagger three It suddenly fell into one piece.

"Hahahahahaha!! It's time to get up! Before your legs are burned to charcoal, let's take action!"

The upright voice and the hem of the red coat reached Yaoyan's ears at the same time. The person who suddenly appeared seemed to be wrapped in an endless flame, and he couldn't help but think of someone.

"Really, it's still early, so don't cause trouble for others, Xin." Director Okita who came over complained. At this moment, a pile of short swords in the short sword room were awakened by the noisy voice, and they sat blankly. Under the quilt, I still don't know what happened.

But they knew Souji Okita, and their eyes focused on the man with long black hair and somewhat indistinguishable temperament in twos and threes.

"Where is Yaoyan?" The guy called Xin looked around.

Lying on the brothers, the dagger with eyes full of flames raised his hand in a daze, and the other party immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the other body: "Is that you? Well, it doesn't look bad!"

Yaoyan couldn't help but think of someone with this kind of tone of doing his own thing: "...Nobunaga, Gong."

Although the final honorific was a bit blunt, Oda Nobunaga didn't care at all, she patted the short sword vigorously on the back, and didn't mind if she almost knocked Fusangshin to the ground, her hearty laughter was wanton Confusion spread in the room: "That's right, I am the Demon Archer, the Demon Lord of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga!"

The short knives were at a loss for a while, and then they all reacted: "Huh!?"

"Hahahahahaha!!! The archer's side is so lively, I want to get involved too!" The long red hair is softly attached to the body, and all the eyes can see is a hell-like scene. Red, even if it is a glamorous and demonic woman now, the unique temperament of Oda Nobunaga will not be obliterated.

Hasebe sat in front of her, watching her have breakfast, and the miniature creatures that looked exactly like Oda Nobunaga were coming in and out frequently, bringing various dishes.

He didn't say a word, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed into a line, and his eyes were lowered, but this was by no means obedient.The strange thing is that there are many things that I want to complain about and things I want to know, but now my heart is quite peaceful.

Before he knew it, the woman who claimed to be the Demon King Nobunaga got up and walked around the small table and came to him.The slender fingers slid down from the top of his head, and the cold feeling like a snake sliding snaked down to his chin.

"You guy," she forcefully forced him to raise his head, and looked carefully at the gray hair and purple pupils, "it is indeed my sword, if you look carefully, its appearance is quite in line with my taste."

Hearing these joking words, his hands on his knees couldn't help but clenched into fists. There were veins on his forehead throbbing, but his voice was very calm: "Really."

The woman's fingers started from his chin and walked to the back of his head. The five fingers tightened suddenly. Fu Sangshen was pinched by her and could only raise his head in a wider arc, exposing the most fragile neck of human beings.

The demon king Nobunaga laughed softly: "How? I like you very much. It must be a very happy thing to burn everything with me with this red lotus fire that keeps burning my body. Whether it's a god judge or someone else, they can only be reduced to ashes, crush."

As soon as the name that made Hasebe extremely displeased came out, it was like a bucket of ice water coming towards him, making the brain that had been chaotic because of the name Oda Nobunaga return to clarity.

"You are inviting me to betray the original owner." He bent his lips without much emotion.

The demon king Nobunaga raised his eyebrows, noncommittal to his words.

"I won't do this, and I won't let your flames burn other people," Hasebe said in one breath, with a faint pain in his lungs, "There will be no more loyal sword than me, and it will only be used by the current The master uses it, I have decided so."

"Oh, you are so ruthless, don't you miss the old master's friendship at all?" She grinned, revealing a bloody smile.

"Even if the opponent is you, Lord Nobunaga," he saw his figure in the blazing flames, without any sign of wavering, "I will also cut down."

The air stagnated here, and there was a scorching smell from outside, as if there was an inextinguishable fire burning outside the room, the cries of the soldiers and the crackling of the wood were still in my ears.

The demon king Nobunaga burst into laughter. She covered her stomach with one hand, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes because she laughed too much. You accepted my invitation—"

In the next second, her eyes became extremely fierce, and Hasebe felt that her body was pinned in place, and her fingers couldn't move a single bit!

"I'll kill you on the spot, Hasebe," she said.There was no hesitation in his tone, Oda Nobunaga has always been like this, so he can be called a hero.

When Oda Nobunaga came, they brought a large number of nobu, and truly realized the freedom of Nobunaga, even if there is only one hand, there are many more.

They are responsible for various chores in Honmaru, and the sword men have more time for special training.Shi Zhizheng will issue documents every day to inform the god judges how the battle is going today.

Fujimaru Tachika was ready. With the help of Foxnosuke, he chose a Honmaru whose strength was close to his own. Older swords such as Yiqi Ikshin, Kagemaru and Hikiri were arranged into the team.

The heroic spirits also wanted to watch the battle, but with male swords everywhere, the female heroic spirits either disguised themselves or chose to become spirit bodies.The demon king Nobunaga's method is the most direct. She directly switched to the second spiritual base—Master Oda Yoshi, who is a male Oda Nobunaga.

Wearing a sun hat and a jacket, the boy landed and showed himself to the left and right: "How, I can get in like this!"

Hasebe: "It's fine to call yourself...but why the gender has changed!!"

Master Oda Yoshi said, and switched herself to the first spiritual base state-in this state, she is similar in appearance to Archer's Oda Nobunaga.

Hasebe covered his mouth and took a step back to apologize to Fujimaru Tatsuka, "I'm very sorry, my lord, here... Oda Nobunaga's concentration is too strong."

Fujimaru Tachika comforted: "Once you accept it, it will be triple happiness, Hasebe."

In the end Master Odayoshi went with the team, and the challenger designated the battlefield to be an open plain. After they arrived, the opponent was late.

God Judge A is a young boy, he glanced at Fujimaru Tachika's team, and frowned immediately: "The whole team doesn't even have a full team, are you looking down on me?"

Fujimaru Tachika calmly said, "Of course not, this is my best sword in Honmaru."

This is not wrong. On the one hand, he has confidence in the sword men specially trained by the heroic spirits. On the other hand, he is worried that low-level swords will be crushed due to excessive level suppression, so he only selected the highest-level swordsmen.

The young man pointed impatiently at Master Oda Yoshi: "What, isn't there another one next to you? What kind of knife is that... It looks like I haven't seen it before, forget it, forget it, count him too, and start quickly I'm in a hurry to go home."

"he does not……"

Before Fujimaru Tachika could stop him, Master Odayoshi had already stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the team. He turned his head and said to the young man, "Master, everyone on the other side has named me. It's not my style to run away!"

The black-haired boy smiled. He raised his hand in the air, and the ground began to tremble slightly as if responding to him!

Under the eyes of everyone, a huge golden skull rose from the ground, and the red lotus fire burned the ground, just like his eyes, and his insolent laughter was like a sharp wooden barn splitting the opponent's camp!

"Then I will not be polite, the blood flowing in my body, burn everything!!"