Special investigation report from Yokohama

The park was as quiet as if the pause button had been pressed, only the ending sound of the red medicine, which was still crying, aroused a desolate echo in the distance.Umararu was silent, but the right hand resting on the hilt of the knife slowly and one by one clenched the green leather-wrapped hilt.

"Although there are no anecdotes about killing the master, well, I can't control so much now." He said, gorgeous plum patterns spread from the fingertips on the red gloves, and the original white plums darkened and turned almost black. It was red, and there was an unclean and strange color faintly in the night.

He just moved his fingers, but his whole demeanor changed suddenly.The red medicine can smell how he killed after the dark fall from the strong smell of blood - this is unbelievable in Honmaru, even if he has just returned from the battlefield with blood, his own quiet and indifferent temperament makes him never show it. Such a cruel side.

The dark fall will affect the fundamental character of the sword. Even the most reliable sword in the past and the closest relationship with the god judge will become a completely different person after the dark fall—this sentence has been repeated since the day Hong Yao officially joined the job She heard it, and she mentioned it to others repeatedly, but she never thought that one day, she would witness it fulfilled on her own sword in such a tragic way.

...this is simply the worst case scenario.Osamu Dazai carefully measured the distance between him and Hongyao, and found that no matter from which angle, with his speed, it was impossible to save Hongyao before Yingmaru drew his sword.If Hong Yao can save herself, there is no need to worry, but she obviously has some kind of guilt towards this traitor, and she has basically given up resistance.

That is to say, once Yingwan makes a knife, Hongyao will definitely die.

He took a cautious step forward.

I don't know if Hongyao noticed it - I guess I didn't care if I noticed it - but Yingmaru, who was facing him, obviously noticed his movement, but didn't react.He was about to take another step forward tentatively, when suddenly a black shadow flashed in his peripheral vision.

Osamu Dazai realized something instantly: "Behind!"

Hearing the sound, Hong Yao turned sideways and jumped back without thinking, avoiding the strong wind blowing from behind her head.She raised her eyes suddenly and saw a bone snake glowing with blue light.It was exactly the same as the retrograde military dagger she was used to, the only difference was that what he was holding in his mouth was not a kunai, but a dagger that was wrapped in thick black mist so that its shape could not be seen clearly.

When the blade passed her cheek, she could feel that under the black mist, there was almost no connection between the dagger and her.

One blow failed, the dagger quickly turned around and charged again.Hong Yao jumped back to dodge again, clasped Osamu Dazai's wrist behind him with his backhand, and pushed towards the exit of the park: "Get out of here quickly!"

Dazai remained motionless.

Facing these two people, Hong Yao has no fighting spirit at all.She was afraid of accidentally hurting him if he stayed here, at least she knew how to hide; if he really left, today next year might be her death day.

Hong Yao probably thought of this too, but she didn't have a weapon and was beaten by the dagger, and she couldn't find a chance to turn around and kick Dazai Osamu out of the battle, so she could only lead the dagger as far away as possible.

"Miss Hongyao." Osamu Dazai said suddenly, "If I'm not mistaken, your subordinates have the habit of keeping watch at night."

——Although she most likely refused to accompany her out, but if she doesn't go back for too long, the swords will definitely be worried.

Hong Yao paused in her blindly dodging footsteps.

How could she not know this.Those swords...they were similar to but different from her first Honmaru, but the inseparable and inseparable bond with her soul was the same.

And she...

"But Miss still doesn't recognize who is attacking you now."

He was talking to Koyaku, but Osamu Dazai looked at Omaru.Umaru was still standing where she was, not participating in the battle.He also looked at Osamu Dazai, and the eyes of the two met in the air. Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips and showed a smile without a smile on his face.

"It's just that the appearance and personality have changed, but the lady is no longer recognizable at all. Four years have passed, and the bond between the lady and them is not as deep as you imagined." The smile on Osamu Dazai's lips widened again , Ying Wan didn't mean to stop him at all, even let go of the hand holding the knife, standing there, watching him quietly through the shadow of the knife.

It is better to persuade generals than to encourage generals.Knowing the reason and moving the emotion may not be able to ignite people's fighting spirit, but anger can certainly.Dazai Osamu still looked at Yingmaru, and continued to say: "The reverse is also the same. If the young lady's love left by her subordinates still has half a place in their hearts—no, if they still keep half of it, it can be called For the sake of 'humanity', it won't pursue you unarmed now, will it?"

"...that's enough." Hong Yao avoided another pounce of the short knife sideways, with a low and hoarse voice.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes slightly, and continued without hesitation: "Even if Miss refuses to admit what has happened, what is in front of you is already a monster that even you have never met. You will continue your previous emotions to such a monster." , In the final analysis, miss is not grateful for the bond you once had, but just moved yourself regardless of the facts. This stupid and embarrassing appearance, in my opinion... a little, a little ridiculous."

"Enough is enough!" Hong Yao yelled hoarsely, taking a step back as the blade of the dagger flew past her throat.She bent down, dodging the tail full of bone spurs thrown by the short knife, a golden light flashed in her hand, and she already had a slender and sharp knife.

The dagger turned around in the air again, and rushed towards her aggressively.Hongyao blocked its blade with the back of the knife, swiped his backhand, and picked him three steps away.

The short knife quickly turned around, and Hong Yao tricked it into attacking with a feint. Before it had time to stop, the back of the knife turned around, and it rested on the joint between his skull and body.

...can't cut it down at all.

Not to mention chopping it off, she couldn't even bear to use a little force.Osamu Dazai was right, the dark fall of the sword is irreversible, and to this extent is already an irrational retrograde army.Regardless of her duty or her attitude towards Honmaru's sword, she should cut off the Shinjidao without hesitation.

But she couldn't help but wonder who he was.

Most of the short knives have a childish temper, are afraid of pain and don't like a boring life. They love to be lively and like all kinds of snacks and gadgets. Whenever they have free time, they will gather together to play lively.

The dark fall is very painful, the desire to kill and the erosion of the dark breath will torture the swords and gradually lose their minds.What happened to her swords before they became like this?What were they going through when she thought they were "killed"?When she has a new Honmaru, when she is full of hope to build a new future, when she is talking and laughing with today's swordsmen, what are those swordsmen who have been with her from the beginning going through?

Hong Yao didn't dare to think about it, but couldn't help thinking about it.Of course she could accuse them of surrendering to the enemy, of being in league with the same enemy who had killed their comrades in arms.But before all the accusations, the one who should be most responsible for these... is her, the master of all swords and the general on the battlefield.

Ridiculous indeed.she thinks.

They obeyed her orders and died for her goals, but the culprits of all this must be held accountable to these loyal swords.

The dagger that had been slapped away several times was finally enraged, he circled the red medicine twice, and stabbed at her at a faster speed than before.Hong Yao turned around and took out the saber, still slapping his head and tail with the back of the saber, then she gritted her teeth, turned the saber, and swept it horizontally.

This time, she did use enough strength to cut the dagger in two.

However, the blade still did not fall on the dagger.The dao in his hand trembled, and the golden light and the storm of cherry blossoms exploded in the park without warning. Under the night, the pink-haired dao in cassock stepped out from the cherry blossoms in the sky, and slowly opened his eyes.

The dao that was originally held in Hong Yao's hands has now been transferred into his hands.He held the knife in one hand, and with the other hand, he naturally grasped Hong Yao, who was stunned by the appearance of the sword, and covered her slender hand in front of her eyes.

Hong Yao raised her hand subconsciously, and grabbed that slender wrist.The voice of Zong Sanzuo's words rang in his ears, without his usual half-smiling tone and vague mockery, he was extraordinarily patient and gentle: "You have done a good job, the rest of the battle is up to me Do the duty of the sword."

While speaking, the short knife rushed up with its tail flicking.Zong San walked slightly sideways, with one hand wrapped in red medicine to protect him under the big sleeve, while the other hand holding the saber did not avoid or dodge, and met the short saber rushing head-on.

The short knife and the knife finally met for the first time, making a crisp impact sound.Hong Yao's heart tightened, and the hand holding Zongsan's wrist couldn't help but exert more force.

Zong Sanzuo's words certainly noticed the mood change of the examiner.He glanced at the judge in his arms, kept moving his hands, flicked his wrist to block the counterattack of the dagger, and slashed down mercilessly.

Although he couldn't see it, Hong Yao could hear it clearly.The sound of the sword shattering was very clear in the quiet park, and her heart could feel the pain of the blade being shattered and turned into powder at the same time.At this moment, the sense of existence of the weak connection that she tried to perceive but found nothing suddenly became clear at this moment; during the confrontation, the short knife brushed against her vitals again and again, and the blade seemed to pass by her eyes again. Finally, with a husky voice, he called out the name in a confident tone: "Yaoyan."

Metal fragments all over the floor can no longer answer.

...it's him.

Zong San put his left handwriting back into the scabbard, and lowered his eyes to express his final respect and condolences to this companion who once worked together as a master.Yaken Toshiro, Yoshimitsu's masterpiece with the title of "Never harm the master".Zong San didn't know if he still had his will behind those interlaced blades, but at least until the last moment, the judge in his arms was still unscathed.

The author has something to say:

No will, just instinct. (lightly