Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The extreme north is very cold, very cold, so cold that the pudding will turn into a hard piece just after it is taken out, and so cold that the soft and mellow cream on top is frozen to the point of scum.

So Saiki Kusuo wanted to eat a coffee pudding, but he still found a secluded place behind everyone's back, secretly raised the temperature to defrost the coffee pudding, and then ate it in time when the temperature was just not too hot.

The taste has gone bad.Saiki Kusuo was a little unhappy. The taste of the frozen and thawed coffee pudding is very different from the freshly made coffee pudding. It tastes like the coffee pudding packaged in the supermarket for [-] yen. The taste and texture Both the taste and taste were much worse because of the low temperature. He sighed unhappily, and quickly disposed of the remaining coffee pudding and destroyed the corpses. When he returned to the camp, he still didn't forget to take a few fish back with him.

Although the shape of the fish in his world is very different, one or two are full of fangs and sharp teeth, but they still stand the test in terms of taste. Saiki Kusuo even considered whether to freeze some dried fish Take it home as a souvenir.

However, he has not yet developed the ability to store space, and he cannot find a lot of inexplicable things anytime and anywhere like Zong Jue - obviously he doesn't even have a pocket on his body.

He lost his mind a little while thinking this way, and the next second he found that the fish in his hand was gone.

Well……

A bad premonition rose in his heart.

Could it be the awakening of a new superpower...

Saiki Kusuo spread his hand and tried it a little bit. Don’t ask him how he tried it. In short, this kind of thing is as natural to him as eating, drinking, and breathing. The body instinctively knows what to do. The fish, which was still alive and kicking, landed straight on his hand.

Ah, dead.

"Hey... A new ability has been awakened..." Carrying a few dead fish back to the camp, as soon as he entered the room, he saw Zong Jue leaning on the cushion and yawning with his mouth open, even speaking in a rare tone Hearing the soft smell, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, thinking that he had some strange hallucinations.

"Ah Nan is very powerful..." Zong Jue smiled with the corners of his lips picked up, and Xiao Humaru, who was sitting on the side, explained in good time: "The main hall is a little drunk... There are three banquets today."

Even if he can drink like Zong Jue, in the face of three consecutive banquets in a day, it is inevitable that there will be signs of groggy drunkenness after the end.

Before he finished speaking, Saiki Kusuo saw a strange young man protruding his head and handing in a thick blanket, saying: "Someone will bring food later."

As one of the three precious sons, it is not difficult to secretly open a passage to get some food.

"Thanks for your hard work, that's right...there is a new knife." Zong Jue rubbed his forehead and summoned the prototyped Xiaoye Zuowenwen and his brothers one by one, "Gexian...and Tsurumaru, you take them to familiarize themselves with the sword." one time."

His initial sword is reliable and capable, and is as old as Saya Zuomonji, so he is very suitable as a guide who just came to Honmaru, but Zong Jue feels that Tsurumaru, who has become more and more lively recently, should also be able to take on this important task.

"Xiao Ye!" Kasen Kanesada happily accepted the task, leaned over and introduced himself, "I am Kasen Kanesada, I was taken care of by you at Hosokawa's house before... Do you remember?"

When he said this, his expression showed a kind of joy that is very rare for a young man. His actual age is not very old. Xiao Ye Zuowen, who sprouted wisdom early, took care of her a lot.

It is precisely because of this experience that he always looks a little lively when facing Xiao Yezuo's words.

"Ah...Gexian." Xiaoye Zuowen quickly recalled this companion who was once stored together with him in Hosokawa's house, "I remember you are not...purple hair?"

"There was a little accident." Kasen Kanesada helplessly plucked the red hair that was hanging down in front of him again, "It's not a bad thing." Tsurumaru, "This is Tsurumaru Kuninaga."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga struggled to stuff himself back into the warm sleeping bag, and greeted vaguely in his mouth, and Koyato in his arms was sleeping soundly without even opening his eyes. They all looked exactly the same sleepy, and those who didn't know thought how long the two of them hadn't had a good rest.

Sayo Zuomonji looked from Tsurumaru Kuninaga's red eyes to Kasen Kanesada's red hair, and couldn't help but take a few steps back to hold the brothers' hands, then nodded and said: "This is my brother Jiang Xuezuomonji and Zong Sanzuo's writing."

"They were thrown on the battlefield by the previous god-inspectors." Zong Jue added, "Then Imakawa Yoshimoto was saved in the battle of the barrel."

Zong Jue's tone was as flat as he was talking about what to eat at night, and the swordsmen present also accepted this setting with a kind of calmness far beyond the imagination of the Zuowen school, except for Wuhutui and Maeda Fujishiro who were relatively junior. In addition to the surprised expression, Mikazuki Zongjin gave a symbolic laugh twice to express his shock, and the rest——

"Want to eat?" Seeing Saya Zuomonji looking at him, Yaoken Fujishiro friendlyly handed over a piece of the barbecue he was eating, "It may not be easy to bite if it's a little cold."

Xiaoye blinked helplessly in Zuowen, and subconsciously opened his mouth to eat the barbecue that was handed to his lips, feeling that the development of the plot was a bit different from what he expected.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who has fallen in the dark, and Kasen Kanesada, who is obviously abnormal. In addition, the three-strike dagger of Awataguchi's school also has some extremely subtle and unusual swords, which look gentle and harmless. The strength is as soft and reliable as ordinary short knives, but for some reason, it makes his hair stand on end, and he always feels that he can smell the extremely dangerous smell of blood.

The way the eyes wander, the tone of the speech, including the changes in expression are all different from the appearance of the Awataguchi knives in his vague memory, as if the white paper has been dyed black and then painted white again, leaving a trace no matter what.

Even the most normal-looking Mikazuki Zongjin was able to look back at the moment he looked over without any mistakes, and his eyes were slightly curved against the crescent moon, which inexplicably made him feel a little guilty.

——Sankazuki Zongjin said that this is purely a conditioned reflex of "Sankazuki Zongjin" who is like a villain boss in the plot setting when he is watching too many promotional videos. Compared with the experienced swordsmen in Honmaru, he It's really just an ordinary Mikazuki Zongjin who is relatively passionate about drama career.

super ordinary.

Presumably Xiaoye Zuowen will understand soon that they who only changed the history in the Honmaru of the main hall and were brought back by the main hall in time are really very ordinary.

It’s not the original spirit descending from Gao Tianyuan, there is no dark fall, and he didn’t switch from Tianjin God to another family. The previous Honmaru was far from being so dark that all members fell on the verge of broken knives. They didn’t stab the previous god judge to death, let alone the original owner himself. The gift also comes with an enhanced version. In short, Zong Jue’s main pill lacks most special swords. He can only forge enemy knives in his broken forge. Understand why the swords present can be so calm.

Zong Jue looked at Yueyueming on the left, and Xiaohumaru on the right. Without hesitation, he rubbed Wu Hutui and Maeda Fujishiro into his arms, rubbed his hair, and pinched Yaokenteng Shiro's cheeks felt full of gloom.

Isn't it just that the wings of the little cub raised since childhood are hard? Don't use him as a father? Do you want to use him as a "father"? What is there to be entangled? If you don't have the guts, just bear with him honestly, if you are too noisy, just close your eyes and ignore them.

Still a short knife.

Zong Jue sighed contentedly, letting the exhaustion of the past few days and the alcohol attack his brain together, leading him to sleep in a drowsy way.

[…] Kusuo Saiki, who had listened to Zong Jue's voice all the way, was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt great admiration for his parents.

No matter how neurotic they are, forgetting things and being unreliable, at least they have passed on to him the normal three views.

He decided that the next time his parents babbled about the old stories of their love, he would listen carefully and not plug his ears and go to Siberia.

Zong Jue fell asleep comfortably with his eyes closed, Xiaohumaru and Yueyomi Ming got up to improve the living environment of the camp, while Gexian Kanesada dragged Tsurumaru with one hand and Saya Zuomonji with the other. By the way, I clarified that this simple camp is just a temporary residence where they encountered a storm during their vacation, not their Honmaru.

"Then who are the other companions in this pill?" Zongsan Zuowen asked. According to his understanding of the Government of Time, generally a Honmaru needs to have forty or fifty vibrating swords in rotation to ensure the normal operation of the Honmaru. Calculate what they see The swordsman in Guo Zongjue's Honmaru only counts with two hands.

Kasen Kanesada was suspiciously silent for a few seconds before replying with difficulty: "These... that's all."

One of the missions given to their initial swords since their birth is to help the god judges obtain more sword men as combat power. Since he was summoned, he has only helped the god judges to obtain single-digit sword men. He is probably the initial sword It's the worst one out there.

Kasen Kanesada was slightly shocked by this sudden recognition.

The Zuowenzi faction opposite him fell into a more persistent silence. After a long time, Jiang Xue Zuowenwen was the first to break the silence: "Can you... tell us what kind of person the main hall is?"

A few tens of meters away from the camp, Da Jinjian squatted on the snow in a very similar posture and poked his head into a hole in the ice. cry.

"Let the main hall take a look." Dajin Ken said.

"Yeah." Xiao Jinjian nodded vigorously.

In the deep ice cave that can hardly be seen to the bottom, the sealed spell faintly exudes a palpitating power, and a little coldness flickers in the aurora.