Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The forging of each sword has always been long and hard. The forge is burning with raging fire, scorching the moisture in the air. The swordsmith is naked to the waist, and the sweat flows down with the undulating muscles, coating the caramel-colored muscles. The upper layer has a metallic luster.

The swordsmith swung his hammer and struck heavily on the embryonic sword, causing sparks to radiate, and then the thin god entrenched in the upper body raised his hand, and the divine power turned into an invisible hammer and struck down.

The power invisible to human eyes attracts the spiritual power of the heaven and the earth to pour into the iron, the wind whirls up, the drizzle falls, and some kind of indescribable and wonderful changes are brewing in the misty mist.

Day and night, day after day, day after day.

The swordsman wielded the hammer tirelessly. His lips were chapped, his eyes were red, and his hands were covered with scars from the flames, but he didn't realize it. He only looked at the knife that was gradually showing its peerless brilliance.

The color of the god's lips is white without any blood color. On the mask covering the face, the red and gold lines are more and more bright. The spiritual power that was almost condensed into substance flowed out from the fingertips, pouring the power into the sword one by one.

Quantitative change followed by qualitative change.

Finally, at a certain moment, the brilliance is bright, the aura is flickering, and it is full of vitality.

Yes, vibrant.

In the iron, unexpectedly, a little ignorant glow was produced by Inari's divine power, faint and almost imperceptible flickering, like breathing, flickering, flickering.

The swordsmith was finally exhausted, and fell to the ground staggeringly. Before he had time to take a look at the knife he forged, he fell down, and the hammer hit the ground with a muffled sound.

The fire in the forging furnace was gradually extinguished, only a little bit of fire flickered between the charcoal, flickering on and off.

The body of the knife is like a mirror, reflecting the light and shade of the charcoal fire in the forging furnace, and the blade is condensed with a little cold light, like ice frozen at the moment of shattering, and the bright light is like flowing water.

Zong Jue leaned over, and his fingertips lightly landed on the blade. The brilliance on the blade wrapped his fingers very intimately, flickering like a baby, like holding a parent's hand and coquettishly unwilling to let go child.

"The time of parting will come at last." Zong Jue said, "You will circulate in the world, stained with blood, see people's hearts clearly, fate is like a long river, and you don't know where you are going. Maybe you will be aloof, revered and enshrined by others, and you will still be alive after years. Just like today, maybe you will fall into the mud, no one knows you are unparalleled in this world, or... you will be broken somewhere, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, no past, no future .You need to know that this is your destiny as a sword."

The glow still wrapped around his fingertips intimately, warm and soft.

He is just a newborn little Fu Sangshen, so what can he know.

Zong Jue pursed his lips. He couldn't see his expression under the cover of the mask, but silently spread his hand and grabbed the blade. The sharp blade cut open the skin in his palm, and the blood stained with the filth of hell flowed out from the wound.

The blood didn't flow down, but seemed to be absorbed by the blade, washing the steel with a luster like water and ice.

Forged with the divine power of Inari, sharpened with the blood of Huang Quan.

This is the greatest blessing he can give this child as a caster.

"I bless you." Zong Jue's tone was light, without the slightest emotion fluctuation, "I wish you to be strong, loyal, and tenacious. After the passage of time, your body will be like glass, and your heart will be like a mirror after seeing all the changes in the world."

The blade slashed across Zong Jue's palm, leaving a deep scar that was visible to the bone. He tore off the feathers and wrapped it casually, watching intently how the blood flowed across the blade, and how the blade emitted a dazzling bright brilliance.

"I hope that one day, we can meet again in the long river of time."

The figure of the god gradually melted into the darkness. Although he was dressed in snow-white feathers, it seemed that he was born to belong to the darkness, like a drop of ink dripping into the water, without a sound and without a trace.

Only the invisible glow above the sword shone with desolation and anticipation.

……

At this time, it was already night in Honmaru, the night was deep and the moonlight was weak, and there were no stars all over the sky, as if a piece of black cloth was pulled hastily to make a curtain, completely perfunctory.

Yaken Toshiro was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, the room was empty and he was the only one alone. He thought he was used to this kind of loneliness, but when he left the narrow single dormitory of the Tokino Government, he lay down in this room and slept the whole Awataguchi. When he was in the large room that was more than adequate, some unpleasant bitterness still lingered in his chest, as if a big hand was holding his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Maybe in the mixed bitterness, there is still a little part of him that he doesn't know about, because he is in a panic because of the uncertain future.

He turned over again, clutching the corner of the quilt so anxious that he was sweating, and had to close his eyes to force himself to fall asleep quickly - the song fairy Kanesada next door had packed up things for a day during the day and dealt with the backlog of official documents on the desk, and at night He also cooked the meals, and he must be very tired at this time, it would be bad if he was disturbed.

Yaken Toshiro thought so, closed his eyes and thought wildly for a long time, and fell asleep in a daze.

But Kasen Kanesada, who he thought was asleep, put on his coat and pushed open the door, glanced at the next door where there was no light on, and walked down the corridor lightly with his shoes in his hands, then put on his shoes and walked quickly To the gate of Honmaru.

Kasen Kanesada pushed open the door, it was still a bit chilly in winter, when he opened the door a gust of cool wind rushed in, he couldn't help shivering, standing at the door squinting at the winding bluestone road, not long after, he saw a The figure walked up slowly.

"Welcome back, main hall." Gexian Kanesada greeted him, subconsciously wanting to take off his robe and put it on Zong Jue.

There is no other reason, but it is because Zong Jue's face is too pale at the moment, like the lifeless whiteness that people who have been bedridden for a long time have.

"Just get some sleep, don't worry." Zong Jue raised his hand to reject the care of his family's overly caring initial knife, and instead asked, "How is Honmaru?"

"Yakuken Toshiro has come over this morning. I cleaned up the yard with him, and the official documents have been processed. I made a general summary. Do you need to take a look at it now?" Kasen Kanesada looked worriedly at what seemed to be his physical condition. The poor judge could not help but persuade, "It's too late today, if you feel unwell, it's better to rest earlier."

Zong Jue nodded and said, "I'll go and see Yaken Toshiro, and then I'll sleep." After a pause, he continued, "Thank you for your hard work today, and you did a great job."

Hearing that Kasen Kanesada smiled, "Thank you very much for your compliment."

They reached Kasen Kanesada's room while they were talking, and Zong Jue said, "Go and rest first, and you don't need to follow me."

"Then if you have anything to do, please call me immediately." Kasen Kanesada did not insist, but insisted on putting his coat on the too thin feathers of the god judge when he left. Please also pay attention to your body."

Zong Jue couldn't help laughing. He hadn't been taken care of like this for many years, but he didn't say anything, just tugged on the coat that was still warmed by his own initial knife, "Hurry up and go in, it's cold outside."

Wearing Kasen Kanesada's coat, he carefully pushed open the door of the next room. The room was dark and empty. He squinted his eyes for a long time before finding Yaken Teng who was curled up in the corner and sleeping restlessly. Shiro, the child-like dagger hugged the quilt, and held the main body next to him with one hand. As long as he heard any movement, he could fight back violently in an instant.

It is clearly in the safest Honmaru, but it seems to be in a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, frowning tightly, feeling restless.

But even with the vigilance of the short knife, he didn't notice Zong Jue's approach at all, he just babbled a few times and turned over uncomfortably.

This is Yaken Toshiro, who was born in the dark Honmaru that was suppressed by the government. The cold words on the official document suddenly jumped into his mind. Zong Jue, who was planning to leave just by looking at it, stopped, propped himself up on the floor and sat down. Cautiously, he stroked Yaken Toshiro's hair lightly.

He looked more immature than in the information, with some baby fat on his face that hadn't faded, and his hands and feet were so slender that they would break if they were folded.

Still a child.

Zong Jue touched his forehead with his fingertips, and said softly, "Sweet dream."

A good night's dream.

Yaken Fujishiro felt as if he had fallen into a dream that was too beautiful to wake up. Although he couldn't remember what he had dreamed about when he woke up, there was still the feeling in his mind that made him want to wake up. The happiness that was almost crying was erratic, he didn't even wake up when the morning came, but he opened his eyes drowsily listening to the noise coming from outside, the sun was shining warmly on his face through the window, He sat up and quickly packed the bedding and changed his clothes, and pushed open the door——

For a moment, he felt that he might have gone to the wrong Honmaru. Instead of talking about the desolate scene before going to bed yesterday, he now looked thriving. There were clusters of camellias in full bloom in front of the door, and the red ones and the white ones crowded together. The branches are blooming lively, the ground is paved with cobblestones, and fluffy grass grows, which is a kind of tender green at the beginning of life, while the evergreen tall trees in the courtyard are luxuriant. The deep dark green, dark green and light green are reflected in the clear pool. A few fish with golden scales and red tails swim freely, occasionally jumping up and flicking their tails, and the water drops are shining against the morning sun.

It is a kind of vitality that is full of vitality.

It seems that the judge should be back.Yaken Toshiro thought, and walked in the direction of the voice.

This is... the forge room?

He knocked on the door and pushed it open, only to see Foxosuke yelling "Impossible!", as if he was stimulated by something.

"Are you awake? How was your sleep?" Kasen Kanesada saw him from the side and let him in.

"It's okay... what's the matter?" Yaken Toshiro walked in and stood still, asking while looking at the new God examiner.

It is not a kind and amiable appearance. Too sharp edges and corners endow the examiner with an almost oppressive aura. At this moment, frowning and raising his brows, it is [-]% cold and arrogant, far away from others outside.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, the examiner glanced at him, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and answered his question casually on behalf of Kasen Kanesada.

"It's nothing, the forging knife just failed."