Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The embrace of the god judge has a faint mint aroma, that refreshing and clean smell envelops Yaken Toshiro's arms through the fabric, covering up all malice, the dagger trembles slightly, and wants to shrink himself into this A warm and safe embrace.

It's like a frightened little milk dog, reflexively trying to get under its mother's belly, with its short tail between its legs, whining pitifully.

Of course, the above are just Zong Jue's idle associations. Yaoken Fujishiro has always been a strong and calm dagger, even when facing the former god judge who once hurt him, after a short period of panic he lost his mind. Still able to quickly adjust their mentality.

He wasn't afraid of this woman, he thought, if he was afraid, he wouldn't have the guts to report her to the Government of Time, and wouldn't have the guts to sit on the witness stand, bathed in that woman's venomous eyes and calmly Ten told the evil things she had done.

But he still couldn't control the trembling of his body, as if something was stuck in his throat that couldn't move up and down, making him unable to breathe.

May

He wasn't afraid, but his mind and body still kept in mind the injuries that had been done to him, the pain and despair that made him wish he could die on the spot, that made him almost want to shatter directly on the battlefield , not healed, but restrained in the deepest part by his calmness and rationality.

The moment he saw that woman appear, he seemed to have returned to the past, every inch under the skin was screaming and screaming, as if a layer of skin had been torn off, the bottom was full of scars, and blood flowed like a river.

Reminding him of the stale past that he thought he had forgotten, it still exudes a disgustingly fresh smell of blood.

In many cases, many injuries cannot be fully survived only by being strong or rational.

His inquisitor gently tolerated his untimely timidity, and held him tightly in his arms. He listened to the introvert's cold tone and asked Kasen Kanesada to "send" that woman out. This person was protecting her. Looking at himself, Yaken Toshiro realized clearly.

The nostrils are filled with the slightly cold scent of mint, the smell that usually feels cool and cold, but at this time it is so warm that he wants to cry. He hesitates and grabs the corner of the examiner's clothes, as if The drowning person clings to the life-saving driftwood and sends out a silent and desperate distress signal.

this person……

Can you entrust him with trust, can you help him, can you... will you love him?

He didn't know anything, but his instinct urged him to grab this straw.

It was as if he had crouched in the corner of Honmaru holding a scabbard that had shattered once, praying over and over again.

No matter who it is, save him.

He might not be able to hold on anymore.

"The medicine research has been done very well." Zong Jue patted the back of the small dagger in his arms, "It's very remarkable."

After the elder brother broke the sword in the first phase, he took on the responsibility of the elder brother. He firmly protected the few remaining daggers of the Awataguchi faction, collected evidence and seized the opportunity to report the evil deeds of the former god judge to the government of time. Desperately confronting the family behind him, even tearing open the scars of his past, as a witness cut off his future as a god judge.

"Yaoyan is amazing." Zong Jue repeated, his tone couldn't be described as gentle, it could be said to be cold in the same strain as his old friend Ghost Lamp in hell, but it was inexplicably full of convincing sense of power, and he settled down involuntarily .

As long as you're by his side, nothing will happen.

The thought of this coming from nowhere made Yaken Toshiro slowly stop trembling, but he still buried his head in the arms of the examiner, and even rubbed against him with a bit of coquetry.

This is just a subconscious behavior. No matter how strong, rational and patient a good child is, there will always be times when he is vulnerable. Zong Jue is very happy that his little dagger is willing to open up to him so quickly—although it is only a small opening. A small crack in the door, but it was enough for him to see Xiao Dagger's heart closed due to past injuries.

"Pharmaceutical research is already great." Zong Jue said, "So, it's okay to relax a little."

The god judge's hands were dry and warm, and they fell on Yaken Toshiro's hair and slowly rubbed them. The scolding woman "sent" Kasen Kanesada back when he came back. So a little envious.

Even if he doesn't really need the love of the god-judgment to irrigate the sword, he will always hope to get the attention and attention of the god-judger, which is probably the nature of a sword.

After a good meal, none of them lost their appetite, so they simply checked out and left. Yaken Toshiro hugged his candy box and tried to hide his blushing cheeks and corners of his eyes. The coquettish in her arms felt that her face was overheated, and she really needed to wrap herself in the blanket to calm down.

Kasen Kanesada couldn't help laughing when he saw his uncomfortable appearance, and took the initiative to go to the outside to block Yaken Toshiro.

At present, the only short knife in this pill, it is normal to pet a little.He couldn't help thinking about it.

Look at how many god judges on the street are surrounded by two or three small short knives and act like a spoiled child.

Anyway, Yaken Toshiro is a good boy.

The woman was still outside the door. Although she was sentenced to labor service, neither the judge nor the sword would seldom litter the street, so her workload was almost nothing. In comparison, standing outside wearing such a cleaner's uniform and being watched by people with strange eyes brings more mental pressure.

She looked at every Yaken Toshiro passing by with resentment in her eyes, each of them was the object of her resentment, but these were not the one in her previous Honmaru who was bound by the contract and the spirit of words and could only swallow her breath and grit her teeth to submit Yaken Toshiro, they would only look back at her with that kind of cold and sharp eyes until she couldn't bear the oppression of those eyes and lowered her head.

Without the contract, without the spirit of speech, she is nothing.

Yaken Toshiro hugged his candy box, took a deep breath, and walked past the woman with his head held high.

It feels like, from the dark night to the bright sunshine.

Maybe those darkness will come again, but he can already believe that the sun will dispel the darkness one day.

……

Zong Jue, who had finished shopping and returned to Honmaru from Wanwu, saw Honosuke rushing over before they had time to stand still: "Master God Judge, you are finally back! There is an urgent government document that needs to be reviewed by you !"

Zong Jue picked up Foxnosuke who jumped up and held it in his hand, turned his head and said, "You guys pack up your things first, I'll go to the study."

It is said to be an urgent official document, but the general idea is to urge him to work quickly and not to be lazy. Anyway, he can make one to ten by himself. The knife fell from the sky.

The wording of the whole article is straightforward, even through the black and white characters in the print, Zong Jue can make up the appearance of ghost lamp holding a pen in the shape of a snapdragon with a sullen face in his brain. That child has always been diligent and diligent since he was a child. , especially hates all negative sabotage and dereliction of duty, and the closer you get to him, the stricter he is. On the contrary, if it is someone you don't know very well, unless you poke him, he won't even take a second look.

Oops, this is probably the so-called sweet burden.

After Zong Jue approved the document and read it, he walked out leisurely. First, he went to the warehouse to count the resources sent by the government of Shi Zhi, and counted the materials for about ten times of normal forging, took them to the forging room and put them away, and then... …

Then he went out to make a cup of tea, sat leisurely in the corridor facing the garden and began to enjoy the flowers and drink tea.

He knows how dangerous it is to go to another space to fight, and he can't return after catching the fugitives like before. If he doesn't take advantage of this time to enjoy a little bit, the next life will be difficult.

Spend an afternoon drinking tea and admiring the flowers. Don’t worry about work and wait until after dinner to start. Anyway, the ghost lamp can’t rush over with his mace. Even if he does, it’s useless , Since thousands of years ago, the child has never defeated himself.

The flowers are blooming so well.

Speaking of which, when discussing the construction of Honmaru, Ghost Lantern even proposed the design of planting snapdragons in the garden. Although Zong Jue himself does not reject the kind of cute little guys who have been watching for a long time to decorate the garden, but considering The sword men in his Honmaru didn't necessarily like this kind of decoration. In the end, he only brought two pots of specially bred small varieties to keep on his windowsill.

"The main hall." Kasen Kanesada came over with a plate of wagashi, "Please have tea."

With such a virtuous and considerate knife, Zong Jue praised his choice of the initial knife.

"Let's go together." Zong Jue poured another cup of tea, and sat aside to make room.

Of course Kasen Kanesada would not refuse the approach from the judge, and said with a smile, "That would be impolite."

Unlike Zong Jue who was leisurely crossing his legs, Gexian Kanedada sat down on his knees, held a teacup and took a sip and said, "It's really good tea."

"The refreshments are also very good." Zong Jue took a bite of the wagashi shaped like a rabbit, "Thank you for your hard work."

Different swords require different ways of dealing with the gods. Those who are as strong and calm as Yaken Toshiro have a bit of psychological shadow. Naturally, they need more tolerance, care and love from the gods, but like Kasen Kanesada as the initial sword follow Even for a moment, he would like to have his hair gently rubbed by the god judge, but most of the time he needs the god judge's affirmation more, and hopes to be the right arm of the god judge.

Zong Jue was never stingy with compliments, he even put down his teacup and raised his hand to stroke Kasen Kanesada's hair, "Keep working hard."

"Please don't..." Kasen Kanesada, who really only wanted to have his hair gently touched by the judge at that moment, was somewhat embarrassed by being seen through his mind. No.

Zong Jue smiled lightly, he still looked a bit indifferent, but he could also reveal his excellent mood.

There were people drinking tea and chatting with them, and the time passed quickly. The dinner was made by Yaken Toshiro and Kasen Kanesada. Before the meal, Zong Jue said: "After dinner, you will accompany me to the forging room... Take your body with you."

It is normal for a god judge to forge knives, but forging knives requires other swords and swords to guard the side with the main body, which is not so normal.

Kasen Kanesada and Yakuken Toshiro looked at each other and nodded in response.

This time forging the sword, instead of letting the swordsmith Shikigami forge the sword, Zong Jue went on stage in person. Kasen Kanesada and Yaken Toshiro put their hands on the scabbard, ready to go. Zong Jue smashed it down with a hammer in his hand. The spiritual power mixed with the filth of the underworld entwined on the blade. This is an extremely disgusting breath that Tianjin God avoids, but for some existences, it is more attractive than anything else.

such as……

Zong Jue put the formed sword into the cooling material. The black lacquered appearance was not any known real sword, but it carried a strange and familiar atmosphere.

"Enemy...enemy gun..." Yaken Toshiro murmured.

The foul smell of the underworld entwined with endless resentment is one of the favorite things of the time-traveling army.

Unsurprisingly.

A smile appeared on Zong Jue's face. If he could summon ordinary enemy knives, he would naturally have a chance to summon new types of enemy knives.

The author has something to say:

Feel sorry for Mr. Yao, I'm really not very good at sprinkling glass slag

And

Huangquan is probably more African than Africa hahahaha

There's nothing wrong with being reasonable, hahahaha

I'm definitely not gloating hahahaha

You see he forged an enemy gun, we have to isolate him hahahaha

Said he was beaten to death by Zong Jue]

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