[Sword Ranbu] Judges of the gods also have to go to the battlefield

It was dawn, Hao Ning woke up for no reason, and there was a rustle of dressing in his ears, he rubbed his eyes, turned his head in a daze, and saw Grandma Shan next to him who was getting dressed, with his naked and strong back facing him. Looking at him, Hao Ning avoided his eyes in embarrassment, but after thinking about it, they are all men, so what is it like to be naked——

Hao Ning sat up suddenly, all sleepiness dissipated, Yamabuchi had already put on his shirt, turned to look at him, "Are you awake?"

"Ah...wake up." Hao Ning shook his head, "Why did you run into my mosquito net!"

The other party dressed neatly, and responded indifferently, "Didn't you say you want to sleep together?"

"It's not like sleeping together!"

Yamabukiri put on the cloak again, resumed the somewhat shabby attire, and put the folded clothes on the side in front of Hao Ning.

Hao Ning spread it out in doubt, it looked like a Japanese-style yukata, "Where did this come from? Did you wear it for me?"

"It's my clothes. You don't have any clothes to change, do you?"

Hao Ning nodded. He was wearing this suit, and there was a cut on the back. Speaking of which, there are men here, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't wear any clothes, right?

Hao Ning looked up at Shan Laoqie, and immediately rejected the idea just now.

Yamabuki picked up the knife, turned around and asked Haoning before leaving, "How many resources are there in this pill?"

"I forged the knife last night and consumed some, so there should be more than 2000 materials left?" Hao Ning was a little puzzled, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Today's battle will be a long-distance battle, and everyone must match the knife equipment."

Hao Ning looked at the map. According to the progress, he should attack the 3rd area today. He looked at the blue light prompt on the system and read out, "Zhifeng's memory?"

"Azuchi-Momoyama Era." Yamabuchi looked at the sky outside the house and pondered.

Hao Ning vaguely felt that his back looked a little lonely, but he couldn't say any words of comfort, "I... don't know much about your history..."

"You don't need to know." Yamabuchi turned around and looked at him through the gauze curtain, "That kind of old past."

Before Hao Ning could say anything, he had already left the entrance, "I'm going to assemble the knife first."

"Ah, good." When Hao Ning responded, there was no one else there, he sighed, picked up the clothes prepared by Yamabuchi and walked out, it was still early, so he simply went to take a bath first.

After Hao Ning had sorted everything out, An Ding had already prepared breakfast, and everyone sat around the dining table. Before he came, no one touched the breakfast on the table.

Hao Ning found a vacant seat and sat down cross-legged, while Qing Guang still stuck to him and sat at the closest distance to him, "Where are you going today? I heard that the battle will continue until the Azuchi-Momoyama era."

The system did not give such a prompt, but Yamabukiri did say this word in the morning, and Hao Ning responded, "Yes, the difficulty of combat is constantly increasing, and you should be careful today."

"General——" Yao Yan interrupted Hao Ning restlessly, and looked at him nervously, "General, please allow me to go out with the first unit!"

The young man clenched his fists uneasily, with a little pleading in his eyes, Hao Ning remembered what he said at night that the daggers were sent on an expedition, and was about to refuse, but An Ding gently took a step ahead.

"Hearing about this era, pharmaceutical research seems very excited."

Yaoyan looked even more nervous, "Not at all!"

"To catch up with those historical revisionists, we will encounter the battle of Honnoji Temple today." Qing Guang lowered his eyes and sighed faintly, "I came to my burial place again, what do I want to do?" Woolen cloth?"

Yao Yan hurriedly responded to him, "No! I can't do anything..."

Without waiting for Qingguang to respond, he lowered his head dejectedly again, and fell into a depressed silence.

Hao Ning turned his head quickly, looking back and forth at Yaoken and Qingguang, "Historical revisionists? What is that? And Yaoken's burial place... What's going on?"

An Ning chuckled, "It seems that the Lord Judge still doesn't understand the meaning of our battle."

Hao Ning was also a little ashamed when he said this, "I suddenly entered this game before I started playing it, and the fox didn't explain anything other than the matter of collecting illustrated books..."

He had always thought that it was just an ordinary slashing mob and swiping the map. Looking at everyone's faces, he realized that they were engaged in a serious war. The dispute between Yao Research, Qingguang, and An Ding was invisible, while the other short knives were suppressed. He lowered his head and dared not interrupt.

"Historical revisionists are those foreign objects who try to change history." Yamabuchi walked into the room, and there was no place reserved for him at the dinner table, so he put down his knife and sat casually on the tatami not far from Haoning.

Yamabachi looked at Hao Ning quietly, "You wake us up from our slumber, give us the power to travel through time and space to fight against these foreign objects, and protect history from being tampered with."

He solved Hao Ning's doubts in a few words, but... a layer of cold sweat broke out on Hao Ning's face. Of course, he does not have the power that Yamabuchi said. Awakening the swords and fighting through time and space are just game settings. .

As a god judge who was trusted and respected by them, he recognized his position at this moment, and smiled apologetically at everyone, "I will do my homework as soon as possible, so that you can rest assured."

An Ding was slightly stunned, restraining the usual smile on his face, while Qing Guang tilted his head, looking at him thoughtfully.

The five tigers slapped the table and stood up abruptly, "I am willing to trust the master unreservedly!"

Wu Hutui, who was always timid, said this sentence with a burst of momentum. When he found that everyone's eyes were on him, his face immediately flushed with nervousness, and he looked like he was about to cry. .

Hao Ning couldn't help laughing, "Well said, don't be shy."

Five Tigers retreated and squatted down, burying their entire faces in their curled up legs.

"Yaoyan," Hao Ning looked at him, "If you want to go out, you can do it, but are you ready for this dangerous thing?"

Yao Yan nodded gratefully, "I am ready for battle at any time, General!"

"Then for the sake of insurance, I will go out with you today."

"No." Shan Lao categorically rejected him, "Your injury is not healed."

Hao Ning scratched his head in embarrassment, "Don't be so nervous about my injury—"

"The injury on your back will affect your movement, and your marching speed will be hindered by you."

What Yamabuchi said next completely obliterated Hao Ning's slightest touch towards him, and stared at him angrily, "I won't delay the progress, don't underestimate me!"

"Anyway!" Hao Ning stood up and looked down at Yamabuchi, "I will go out with you today!"

There was a brief exchange of eyes between the two, and the swordsmith who had finished his breakfast silently broke the dispute, "If you are worried about the safety of Lord Judgment, you should be at ease if you have that knife."

"The knife?"

The swordsmith narrowed his eyes and raised his fingers mysteriously, "It's the last knife you forged last night, protector and crazy demon Hasebe."

Hao Ning was furious, "What kind of prefix is ​​that! It sounds like I can't be at ease at all!"

"That's what the knifesmiths next door call him. In short, it is a good knife that you can definitely rely on."

Qing Guangyou sighed, "Wake him up at this moment?"

"Fate." An Ding said.