Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

In the early spring, Fuyuki City has not fully recovered from the winter cold, the wind is blowing intermittently on the ground, like a novice father who has just become a father, and wants to caress his child gently, but is clumsy and unable to grasp it. It was very powerful, but in the end, it gradually blown away the cold and bleak that had enveloped the city for a whole winter, and the trees sprouted buds, glowing with new vitality.

When Yaken Toshiro got up from the bed yawning, he saw through the window that the cherry blossom tree outside had bloomed seven or eight flowers overnight. When he came back yesterday, the tree was still full of tightly packed buds. He jumped up on the bed, pulled off the coat on the hanger and draped it on, and ran downstairs with his slippers on: "General! The cherry blossoms are blooming——"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped his voice, and Kasen Kanesada was making a silent gesture to him. He covered his mouth and nodded, and opened the crack of the door to look in——the judge was lying on the futon stove and fell into a drowsy sleep , there are thick books written in unfamiliar Western languages, and notebooks with densely packed excerpts and analyses. The little milk dog sleeps soundly in the arms of the examiner, and its little nose trembles and shakes from time to time. A small milk bubble, after blowing through the whole body, trembling, twisting and turning uneasily, trying to turn over, being dazed by the judge who rubbed his head twice, and then continued to close his eyes and fell asleep peacefully .

"Last night until now." The song fairy Kanesada whispered, and gave the breakfast in his hand to Kento Shiro, then went to get a coat and walked in on his feet, and gently put the clothes on the examiner. shoulder.

His movements were very light, but the judge was still awakened, squinted his eyes and rubbed his face and asked, "What time is it?" I poured a glass of water for the breakfast in my mouth and sent it in.

"It's not even eight o'clock." Kasen Kanesada said, "It's still early, you can rest for a while."

"Hmm..." Zong Jue didn't bother to move, and lay back on the tatami, curled up and rubbed against the futon, and pulled the quilt to cover his chest, "Call me in another hour."

"Yes." Song Xian Kaneding put a pillow under the head of the judge, and tidied up the scattered books on the table. The little milk dog bit his clothes and tugged, whimpering twice.

"Are you hungry?" Kasen Kanesada skillfully touched the back of the little milk dog's head and neck, and then scratched his chin. The little milk dog squinted his eyes comfortably and wagged his little tail, hugging the handed over by Yaken Toshiro The little bottle sucked non-stop, and was carried out without any resistance.

Kasen Kanesada drew the curtains, and carefully closed the door, in order to give the examiner a perfect sleeping environment.

What can you do in an hour?Kasen Kanesada is planning to go to a nearby supermarket to buy some good ingredients to nourish the body of the god-judgment. These days, the god-judgment is almost in a state of day and night and lack of sleep, which consumes a lot of energy. Shiro went back to his room with a pen and paper and carefully sorted out the news he had found out last night, and listed a clear and concise report for the examiner to review.

Because of Xiaodao Dao's excellent night-time action ability, he has always been in charge of night-time investigation work. He often came back in the middle of the night. After simply integrating and recording the information, he was so tired that he fell asleep and went to bed the next morning for further screening and investigation. Analysis, Kasen Kanesada is just the opposite of him. He is responsible for the investigation during the day, and when Yaken Toshiro is about to go out at night, his investigation report has already been placed on the desk of the interrogator. It records the current details about the Holy Grail. What he heard about the war.

Currently the confirmed masters are Tosaka Tosaka Tokiomi, who is the manager of Fuyuki City's landlines, and his disciple, Kotomine Kirei, the representative of the Holy Church Church. Like the Tosakas, he is the Matou of the three royal families at the beginning of the Holy Grail War. There was no movement from the family, but the youngest son of the Jiantong family, Jiantong Kariya, who had been away from home for several years, secretly returned to the family these days, probably preparing to join the war.

If there is no accident, Einzbern, who is also a member of the Yusan family, will also participate in the battle this time, but it is not known who the participants are, and the other three participants are still unknown.

Since the little milk dog is in the form of a short spear, he is likely to be Lancer among the seven servants. According to the various temptations of the little milk dog by Yaken Toshiro and Utasen Kanesada these days, Lancer's master is probably not a person. The character that people like, at least it is definitely not a setting that is open-minded and can be followed loyally, so that every time a little mention can make the little milk dog grin like a big enemy, if people are in front of them I'm afraid I'm going to bite it.

Yaken Fujishiro opened a new page and wrote his guess about the Lancer master. Considering the little milk dog's enthusiastic attitude towards various soap opera enigmas, he has "suspected emotional entanglements that are difficult to reconcile" Draw a five-pointed star, and paint it red carefully.

At this time, Kasen Kanesada was picking today's ingredients in the supermarket. No matter how many times he had seen the big freezer in the supermarket, he would still be amazed, but he was no longer at a loss as he was on the first day. He selected high-quality beef and bought some vegetables. Today's salmon looks very good. He also took some and put them in the shopping basket.

When he was thinking about what kind of fruit to buy in the fruit section, he met Mrs. Makeki who lived nearby. From her surname, she knew that she was not Japanese. She was an old lady who moved from a foreign country decades ago. She is very popular in this neighborhood because of her gentle personality, honesty and helpfulness. When Kasen Kanesada came to the supermarket for the first time, thanks to her a lot of help, Kasen Kanesada completed the shopping smoothly.

"Oh, it's Mr. Kasen." When Mrs. Makeki smiled, the wrinkles on her face would appear deeper, making her look more kind and kind. She smiled and pulled the awkward boy beside her to introduce to Kasen Kanesada, " This is my grandson, Weber, who has been studying abroad, Weber, this is Mr. Song Xian next door to us."

"It's the first time we've met, please take care of me." Kasen Kanesada's eyes paused for a moment on the back of Weber's hand, and he greeted calmly, "I often hear Mrs. Makeki mentioning you."

"Ah... um!" Wei Bo looked around, then bent over and said after a while, "The elders have been taken care of."

Mrs. Makeki was obviously very pleasantly surprised by the sudden return of her little grandson whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She dragged Kasen Kanesada to chat about her little grandson's childhood for a while, but Weber's face was absent-minded, his eyes wandered all over the place, and he continued perfunctorily. Mrs. Makeki's words, if you look carefully, there is still a bit of nervousness and panic in her expression.

Kasen Kanesada looked at the time and ended the conversation in a timely manner, and left the supermarket with big bags and small bags to pay.

Weber stared at Kasen Kanesada's back with some unease, rubbed the three red marks on the back of his hand uncomfortably, and came back to his senses when Mrs. Makeki called him, and asked Mrs. Said: "Mr. Song Xian just now...is there anyone else in the family?"

Mrs. Mackay replied: "There is also Mr. Zong and a child. Speaking of which, you often went to Mr. Zong's house to play when you were young, don't you remember?"

"Ah, I, I remembered!" Wei Bo replied in a panic, "Yes, but that, I haven't come back for a long time and I can't react."

"You really are, Mr. Zong will be unhappy if he finds out." Mrs. Mackay shook her head and sighed, but she didn't pursue anything further, only thinking about sending some newly made snacks to the neighbors when she went back. , skipped the topic.

Where Mrs. Mackay couldn't see, Weber patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief, showing a relaxed expression of having escaped a catastrophe.

Of course, he is not the little grandson of Mrs. Makeki who is studying abroad, but the third-rate magician Weber Velvet who uses the vague knowledge of magic to replace his identity in order to have a sufficiently concealed foothold in the Holy Grail War. He has not yet graduated from the Clock Tower, and his talent is not outstanding. He does not have any profound family background. It is purely a childish desire to show his strength and be recognized by everyone, so he rushes into this risky life In the midst of war.

"Vulnerable." This is the evaluation given to him by Kasen Kanesada. Although he does have many shining points worthy of recognition, he is not fully prepared for this war, and he does not even realize that he is What kind of war did he break into, what did he bet on it, and what was he about to lose? Compared with those opponents who had started preparing for this long in advance, and had already made up their minds, even if he was in It is not surprising that Utasen Kanesada lost his life at the beginning and completely exited the stage.

"Don't talk too much." Zong Jue said while holding a teacup and nestling in the kotatsu. The kotatsu is really a terrible thing, it's warm and soft, and he doesn't want to crawl out of it at all, even his voice With a lazy tone, his pale face was rarely flushed.

"Young people always have unlimited room for growth." He drank tea and flipped through the tomes of magic theory books. The German or Arabic language was not too difficult for him to read, just like reading recreational books Holding a cup of tea leisurely, he watched and chatted with his own sword. He had just finished reviewing Yaken Toshiro's report. The sensitivity of the small short sword to intelligence was undoubtedly far better than Zong Jue expected. The short knife rolling on the ground, connecting all kinds of seemingly unrelated clues means almost the same instinctive reaction as cutting down the enemy.

Yaken Toshiro listened to the unsparing praise from the judge, took an apple in a disguise, twirled it neatly, peeled off the peel, and answered a few words.

Because of his past experience, he is still not used to being appreciated so straightforwardly, and he is not able to be as calm as other Honmaru himself.

The little milk dog next to him stepped on the peeled peel and wanted to take a bite curiously. These days, the little milk dog has become much more energetic, and the running around is no longer the sleepy look at the beginning, but to a certain extent it is more It looks like a real little milk dog.

Recently, I have been more and more affected by the thinking of dogs. This can be regarded as a sequela of the animal-making machine, Zong Jue wrote it down.

Utasen Kanesada packed his things, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out for today's investigation.

Zong Jue pulled his collar and carefully checked that the guard was intact before waving his hand and saying, "Be careful on the road."

"I'm going out." Kasen Kanesada said so, feeling full of heart.

Yaken Toshiro brought the sliced ​​apples to Zong Jue, Zong Jue looked at the large piece of skin exposed between his stockings and shorts, pointed to the opposite side of the kotatsu and said, "Come in, too, to keep warm." …and help me sort out the files too.”

Yaken Toshiro nodded and sat in the kotatsu, the warmth spread from his legs all the way to his whole body. He sighed contentedly, took the documents handed over by the god judge and began to organize and copy them seriously.

However, the warm kotatsu, the hard and complicated technical terms that are hard to understand, and the sequelae of only sleeping for a few hours after returning from the investigation last night in the middle of the night slowly emerged, and the drowsiness quietly occupied the small dagger In the beginning, he just yawned a few times, but after a while he couldn't even open his eyes, his upper and lower eyelids closed together as soon as he was distracted, and he fell asleep with the pen still in his hand.

Zong Jue stopped writing, stood up, took off the coat he was wearing, and carefully put it on the small dagger, then picked up the little milk dog that was running around energetically, threw it into the shopping bag of Kasen Kanesada, and stuffed it with a ball for himself Play, then sit back and study the composition of the Holy Grail.

The sun shone in warmly, and there was a trace of an airplane passing across the sky, leaving a long cloud trail.