The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

It didn't take long to get back to Honmaru.

When the dangers on the road came, almost all were swept away, even if there were some fish that slipped through the net, they were nothing to fear.

Yaken Toshiro and the first phase are in charge of opening and breaking the road, Natsuo Toshiro and Tsurumaru Kuninaga are responsible for supporting Kiyomitsu in California, as for Yamabuki Kunihiro——

Honored to be the mount of the dagger.

At first, the dagger was unwilling. It's not that he was seriously injured and couldn't walk anymore, but he just didn't have shoes. At worst, he just stepped on the ground with bare feet, and it hurt a little.

The Fusangshen frowned and said nothing, their faces full of disapproval.

The dagger was helpless, as if he wanted to pick up the sword and change back to the enemy's sword form.

The Fusangshen frowned, their faces full of disgust.

Several times down, eye contact to no avail.The short knife had no choice but to obey the arrangement, and obediently climbed up the back of Yamabuki Kunihiro, and then slipped and fell off the first step.

Yamabuki Kunihiro squatted silently and picked up the short knife, the hand holding his hat brim with the short knife made him feel particularly insecure.

The two walked with the team for a while, when Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro suddenly said, "Hand..."

The dagger didn't hear clearly, pulled back the brim of the hat in front of him, vaguely saw the young man's golden hair: "What did you say?"

"..." With the sun shining directly on his face, Yamabuki Kunihiro was silent for a moment, and said, "Hold me tight."

"Oh." Dagger let go of his hat, obediently wrapped his arms around his neck.

With the hat back in place, Yamabasaki Kunihiro breathed a sigh of relief calmly.

The team kept moving steadily and was about to walk out of the forest.Although it is expected that there will be no accidents, considering the situation of the team, in order to prevent special circumstances, everyone still maintains vigilance.

Yamabuki Kunihiro carefully observed the movement around him, and followed closely the first phase of the front.At this time, his shoulders suddenly sank, Fu Sangshen froze suddenly, and his emerald eyes widened inadvertently.

It is a short knife.

He calmed down his expression slowly, and faintly felt the warmth coming through the thin fabric.

are you asleep.

Yamabuki Kunihiro was thinking wildly with a calm expression, but his foot movements gradually eased up.

"I'm hungry."

Kunihiro Yamababa has no expression on his face and speeds up.

The dagger buried his face in the quilt covering Fu Sangshen's body, and said in a muffled voice, "You'd better walk slowly."

"..."

There was something wrong with the boy, Yamabagiri Kunihiro thought, it must be because he was going back to Honmaru soon.

Is it because I am worried that I will confess to them when I go back, but even if I don't say it, everyone knows it in their hearts, but they are just pretending to be nonchalant.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro is not the sword left behind by the first lord. That person is indeed a rare and brave lord, so that even after many years of death, some swords in the main pill can still maintain their loyalty to him, but Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro Don't think that's all a good thing.

Especially with the second protagonist not impressed by their loyalty to the first one.

Kunihiro Yamababa slightly turned his head and glanced at Yaken Toshiro who was following behind.

Before the short sword appeared, the relationship between Yaken Toshiro and Awataguchi was not very harmonious.the reason is--

As an old knife, he felt guilty because of the accidental death of the first protagonist, and then worked hard to do his duty for the second protagonist.

And Awataguchi, as a new knife, gradually resisted because he could not bear the torture of the original owner.

It's quite normal, and it doesn't mean that every Awataguchi family in Honmaru has a harmonious and peaceful relationship.If it was an ordinary Honmaru, I would not worry about these things, but the problem is that the original owner is extremely disgusted with the swords in the Honmaru, whether they are loyal to the original owner's brother or forged by him, they are all generalized.

However, since the arrival of the dagger, everything has changed.

The situation gradually improved.

In terms of selfishness, Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro still prefers that the short sword can remain in the Honmaru.At least no one likes to live in a gloomy atmosphere every day, but this is just his idea of ​​a new sword, what about the swords left by that person?

"It's good if it goes well..."

Yamabuchi Kunihiro heard the person lying on his shoulder mutter softly, and he lowered his eyes, silently staring at the dark brown ground under his feet.

It will work, he thought.

The group quickly returned to Honmaru, because there was no prior notice of when the battle would end, so when everyone arrived at Honmaru, the gate was locked.

Yaken Toshiro was the first to knock on the door, and Honmaru heard a response soon after.

Dagger climbed up from Yamabuki Kirihiro as if he had just woken up, and looked at the gate in front of him, the blankness in his eyes was instantly wiped away.

The door was slowly opened, the dagger unconsciously straightened his body, and his hands clutched the quilt tightly.For a moment, he came back to his senses.

"Put me down."

Kunihiro Yamababa looked at his bandage-wrapped feet, hesitated for a moment, and slowly squatted down.

It was Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada who opened the door. He was slightly stunned when he saw Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Natsuo Toshiro walking in with a young man with his head down and his face unclear. He was about to ask something when he caught a glimpse of After getting rid of the embarrassing dagger walking behind, he immediately stopped what he was about to blurt.

The young man in clothes that were obviously not his own walked slowly over barefoot, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked at him silently and seemed hesitant to speak, for a long time, he heard the person in front of him say.

"Call everyone to the main hall for me, please?"

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada noticed that Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro, who was walking this way behind the boy, paused.

He silently looked at the pale but calm young man, and nodded, "Okay."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada summoned everyone to the main hall as Danto said. Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Natsuo Toshiro arranged California Kiyomitsu in another room and rushed over together, but they were stopped as soon as they entered the room.

"Where is the lord?" Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked behind the two of them, wondering: "Aren't you with you?"

The two were taken aback, and asked, "Didn't the lord come here with you?"

"I thought he came with you to settle the man just now."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga fell silent, looked at Fu Sangshen who was already sitting in the room, and couldn't help but began to wonder if the dagger had run away. After thinking about it, he still said: "Maybe it's time to change clothes, and it's true to dress like that." Not too pretty."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada nodded, not too suspicious, just about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, he found a boy who appeared behind Tsurumaru Kuninaga at some time.

—Still wearing the tattered suit of clothes.

"..." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong silently watched him walk up the main hall, and everyone in the room noticed the distressed appearance of the dagger at the first sight, and looked at each other for a while, with complicated expressions on their faces.

This is what to do, motivating teachers and mobilizing people.

Everyone has some doubts in their hearts, but they also have a vague feeling that they can't explain clearly.

The scene was very formal, and a cup of tea was placed in front of everyone. The tea was steaming, and it looked like it was freshly brewed.

Yaki Hasebe sat down, beside him was Kiri Mitsutada, who was holding a teacup and drinking tea silently.

Dagger had already stood at the front of the main hall, his eyes swept over all the people in the room one by one, Hasebe felt doubts in his heart, but he noticed that the people around him looked thoughtful but remained silent. Suppressing the worries in his heart, he picked up the teacup in front of him and slowly brought it to his lips.

At this time, the boy in front of the hall suddenly spoke.

"I am not your master."

"puff--!"

so direct? !

There was a sound of spouting tea in the room, followed by a violent coughing sound.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had just sat down and hadn't had time to take a sip of tea, was spared and silently pushed the teacup away from his face. Next to him, Yiqi Yishin was coughing non-stop, covering his mouth, his ivory-white face climbed up. There was a blush.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga shifted his gaze to the black-haired boy in front of the hall. The latter looked calmly at the fusangshen who had completely collapsed because of his words, but his eyes turned to the white boy who was clutched close to his body. On the finger, Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly looked back clearly.

The voices in the room gradually subsided, and all kinds of complicated gazes came to him again. The dagger squeezed his fingertips vigorously, and continued to speak calmly.

"I am not the master of this body, you should have noticed it a long time ago," Dagger looked carefully at everyone's expressions: "I am the enemy's commander, and I have always belonged to historical revisionism before I woke up from this body. The master died a long time ago."

After a pause, the boy's eyes suddenly fell on Hasebe Yakiri, and he said softly, "Take sleeping pills to commit suicide."

"..."

The room was a little too quiet, and the hand with the dagger hanging by his side loosened and then tightened and loosened.In fact, he didn't really want to reveal the cause of the original owner's death, because he knew that if these things were said, Honmaru's sword would follow the original owner's brother's death, and then add a layer of remorse and guilt caused by the original owner's death on top of that.

But it’s impossible not to say it, he has decided to confess to the people in Honmaru, and spread all the things he has hidden in the sun, without reservation.

He likes this place and wants to live here with all the people he likes. He can create happy memories for everyone, but he can't erase their sad memories. The only ones who can really erase those memories are themselves.

Looking deeply at everyone in the house, Dagger sat silently on the ground in front of the hall, and after a long time, he bent down.

"I'm very sorry for taking this body without authorization, but please let me stay here," Dagger slowly raised his body, with a solemn expression: "I want to be responsible to you."

"..."

With such a dignified atmosphere, for some reason, Fusangshen couldn't get serious.

Dagger, who hadn't noticed the wonderful expressions of everyone, was still immersed in a heavy heart. He pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and took out the sword wrapped in white cloth from his arms.

He lowered his eyes and said: "I know, even if you have complaints in your heart, you are too embarrassed to attack this body..." The short knife took a deep breath, and lifted the white cloth: "So," he suddenly grasped the sword and lowered it. In a second, there was a bang from inside the room, and the boy in sight disappeared instantly, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground.

Fu Sangshen in the room didn't know why, so several of them stood up suddenly one after another-apparently, although they knew in advance that the dagger was an enemy sword, they didn't know that the dagger could change back to the form of bones.

There was silence in front of the hall, and the clothes on the ground were still piled there as they were.The Fusangshen frowned, and murmured in a low voice for a moment, a little at a loss.

Yaken Toshiro straightened up slightly and glanced at the clothes, wondering if the clothes were too heavy for the people underneath to crawl out.Just as he was hesitating whether to step forward to help, he saw the pile of clothes suddenly move a few times, and he paused for a moment. At this moment, a pair of small heads with pointed horns carefully arched out of his head.

"..." Yaken Toshiro settled down, and slowly sat back on the cushion.

A small thing in the shape of ribs emerged from the pile of clothes, and swam here from a distance with its tailbone leisurely, and immediately made the few Fusangshen who were close to him retreat back with uneasy expressions.

Even though they knew that the thing in front of them was a boy, their habit all the year round still made it difficult for them to accept it for a while, especially when they saw the dagger in the shape of a skeleton shaking the tailbone behind him from time to time in order to maintain balance, they felt a kind of discomfort gushing from the bottom of their hearts a feeling of.

The facial expressions of the Fusangshen were not very good. They silently looked at the skeleton exuding an ominous atmosphere. The sharp fangs and horns all showed their danger, not to mention the kitchen knife in its mouth. .

……

kitchen knife?

Everyone froze for a moment, thinking that they had misread it, and all of them re-fixed their gazes on the weapon held in the short knife's mouth. However, after repeated confirmation, they were still sure that it was a kitchen knife.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong was silent.

That was his usual kitchen knife.

Everyone who didn't know the purpose of the short knife watched the short ribs fall close to the ground in a daze, first put the kitchen knife in their mouths aside, and after confirming that it was aligned, they also lay side by side with the kitchen knife.

"..."

The weapons are all ready for you, please cut and chop as you like... Do you mean...

Suddenly there was a chuckle that seemed to be uncontrollable, everyone looked back, and saw Taro was putting his hand on his lips, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved into a smile.Seemingly noticing everyone's gaze, Taro was stunned for a moment, then quickly cleared his throat, and returned to his expressionless face as if nothing had happened.

Everyone retracted their gazes, and their eyes once again fell on the short knife who was trying to stretch his body as straight as the kitchen knife next to him, and his expressions instantly became complicated.

No one moved in the room for a long time, and the dagger lay flat on the ground, feeling at a loss.There was a sharp kitchen knife by his side, the blade was just facing this way, so he didn't dare to move a little bit.

In a hurry, the short knife sneaked into the kitchen in a hurry, touched a knife casually, and ran out.One is that the fusangshen will resist using their own swords to cut him, and the other is that if I don't prepare something in advance, I will always feel that I have no sincerity and determination.

He prepared tools for the person who cut him, and also carefully considered the other person's mood. He himself felt that it was really rare for a person who was cut like him.

It's just that this tool is a bit imperfect. It seemed that it was still being used to cut vegetables at the last moment, so that there was still a bright green vegetable leaf hanging on the knife surface.

How will the people in this pill choose, whether to accept him and forget the past, or stick to his loyalty and throw him out.

Dagger naturally hopes that he can accept himself. No matter from which point of view, no one is the same. One or two parts are lost and thrown out like garbage.

While he was thinking wildly, a shadow suddenly fell beside him.

Dagger slightly turned his head to look, it was Ranto Shiro.

Do you want to start doing something, Dagger looked at Ranto Shiro's pale face and thought secretly.Seeing him squatting down to approach him, Dagger quickly closed his eyes and straightened his body - he was afraid of pain.

The kitchen knife by his side had been unattended for a long time, and the short knife couldn't help but tremble with his eyes closed, and when he couldn't bear the fear and wanted to open his eyes, a chill suddenly came from his body.

The dagger was taken aback, and his tailbone subconsciously curled around Fu Sangshen's fingers.

This is not a beautiful touch, just like when you find a thing that looks like a worm bone, the moment you want to touch it, you find that it is alive, and it climbs onto your body desperately. The trembling feeling that came up made Rantoshiro tremble uncontrollably.

However, the moment of disgust was quickly over.

Ranto Shiro's face slowly returned to blood, he tried to move his fingertips wrapped around his tailbone, his eyes were fixed on the small ribs that were pulled and stretched with his movements, he was silent for a moment, and hesitantly muttered :

"It's quite...soft."

Before he finished speaking, Awataguchi and the others who had been hiding behind Ranto Shiro immediately came over.Where there is the first person, there is the second person. They were really scared at first because of the shape of the dagger skeleton, but after watching Ranto Shiro take the first step, they couldn't help but gradually calm down.

Although enemy knives are often seen on the battlefield, who will stare at them carefully, so the second the fear fades, there will be overwhelming curiosity.

"Ah, this should be the stomach." Maeda Fujishiro said, pointing to a section in the middle of the short ribs, "then this should be the chest, ah... where are the legs?"

A black gloved hand suddenly stretched out behind him, and gently touched the part where the dagger was curled up on Ranto Shiro's finger: "According to the approximate position of the human bone structure, it should be this part."

"Brother Yaken!" Awataguchi daggers looked at Yaken Toshiro in surprise, who smiled at them, raised his hand and rubbed Maeda's head beside him.

The abdomen was poked lightly, and it was a little itchy.

The dagger immediately retracted its tailbone, and curled up like a snail under the pressure of the surrounding mountains.

Yaken Toshiro stared at the curled dagger, a light flashed across his eyes: "Would you like to dissect it?"

The dagger trembled violently three times when he heard the words - sure enough, once his insides were exposed, he would no longer be everyone's sweetheart.

A drop of sparkle slipped faintly from the corner of the empty eye of the small ribs, Yaken Toshiro didn't notice, turned around and picked up the kitchen knife and made a gesture on the short knife, just as he was about to drop the knife, the blade in his hand was suddenly snatched away.

An imperceptible smile crossed the corner of Yaken Toshiro's mouth.

He raised his head, looked at the fusangshen who had gathered behind him with dissatisfaction, and said, "What are you doing? Don't you want to kill this thing that has taken the Lord's body?"

The Fusangshen watched silently at the trembling dagger Yaken Toshiro held, a trace of struggle flashed in their eyes.

Shocked by Yaken Toshiro's sudden actions, Awataguchi and the others fell silent for a while, and Maeda Toshiro squatted behind Yaken Toshiro and pulled him uncertainly:

"Yaoyan...brother?"

He thought Brother Yaoyan finally...

Maeda Toshiro pulled Yaken Toshiro again in disbelief, but the latter still didn't respond to his movements, and his hand held the dagger firmly as if to prevent him from escaping.

Maeda Toshiro looked at the back of Yaken Toshiro who was wearing a white coat, and suddenly choked up, his eyes fell on the short knife pressed in his hand, and the bean-sized sparkles gushed out from the hollow eye sockets that seemed to be entangled with threads, Maeda Toshiro's heart throbbed violently. He looked at the back of Yaken Toshiro, and quietly supported the sword at his waist.

Suddenly, a hand gently held the shoulder, and Maeda Toshiro was startled, and subconsciously wanted to draw the sword out, but was stopped before he could draw it half a minute away.

"believe him."

Hearing a very soft voice, Maeda Toshiro raised his head and looked at the person behind him, shaking his head.

Can he believe it? Maeda Fujishiro pursed his lips and looked at Yiqi Yixin with a calm face. Brother Yaoyan has disappointed them too much over the years. What he wants to say from that population is that he cares about them words, not words delivered by the protagonist's endless quest.

Maeda Fujishiro took a deep look and glanced at him. The warm golden eyes of the other party made him gradually calm down. He exhaled and slowly put the sword back into the scabbard.

"What are we going to do, kill him, or let him stay like this?" Yaken Fujishiro looked at Fu Sangshen in front of him very calmly, and explained what they were thinking, "I want him to stay, but I don't want to let him stay." Let him talk too much, and still take the identity of that lord as the master of this pill," Yao Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said as if pointing: "Is it possible?"

Of course not.

Yaken Toshiro thought the same way not long ago, so when he learned the identity of the dagger, everyone remained silent and did not expose it back then.

On the one hand, they feel guilty towards the original owner, and on the other hand, they are greedy for the peace and security that the dagger gives them. Facing the dagger with this contradictory mentality, it will not take long for the peace to be broken.

In that case, it would be better for him to be the bad guy who breaks the relationship between the two parties.

The movement of his subordinates became quieter, Yaken Toshiro relaxed his grip slightly, his expression unchanged, his eyes lightly passed over the silent Fu Sangshen, and he reached out and drew out his own sword.

Can't you see some blood?

Yaken Toshiro frowned slightly, holding the sword and approaching the dagger under his palm.The tip of the knife was sharp, and there was a tendency to be biased. The short knife slightly widened its eyes, and felt a little bit of grievance in its heart.

Although he was mentally prepared at the beginning, he never expected that the people in this pill would hate him so much, and he never expected that the first person who wanted to chop him up was Yaken Toshiro who he thought had recognized him!

The tailbone moved slightly twice, and it was almost impossible to break free from his hands. The dagger looked at the blade that was getting closer and silently filled its eyes with tears.

Yaken Toshiro noticed the mood of the dagger, and a flash of unbearable feeling flashed in his heart, but there was still no movement behind him, he gritted his teeth fiercely, aimed at the side of the dagger, and the blade fell quickly.

At this moment, with a bang sound in the ear, a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, and then held the blade without hesitation.

A drop of sweat slipped down his neck quietly, Yaken Toshiro looked at the short knife under him that transformed back into a human body without warning, and then glanced at the hand on the blade that was cut by the blade, his tightly hanging heart suddenly calmed down .

The bloody hand that was scratched by the blade slowly retracted, Yaken Toshiro looked back, his eyes skipped across the room, Fu Sangshen, who was obviously relieved and his expression gradually relaxed, finally stopped at the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada .

"Everyone understands what you mean." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong calmly took off the blood-stained gloves, looked down at the palm that was oozing blood, and said in a deep voice: "We are too self-righteous , if we really do what we think, it will be a kind of harm to everyone."

He took a deep look at the dagger that was covered with a piece of clothing by Nanao Toshiro, the boy's eyes were red, obviously a little scared just now, but even so, he still tried to maintain a calm look and looked at them.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked at him and his eyes suddenly softened, and then suddenly he fell on the ground slowly under the surprised eyes of everyone.

The man's sudden action really made Yaken Toshiro and the others startled, but for a moment, as if realizing something, everyone looked at each other in unison, smiled at each other, and then fell down on the ground with the man .

The huge main hall was suddenly silent, but the atmosphere was completely different from the beginning.All the Fusangshen fell on the ground and bowed silently to the young man in front of the hall with the highest etiquette. The young man seemed surprised by this scene, staring blankly at them with red eyes, forgetting that he wanted to cry just now coming.

Dagger sniffed, and asked cautiously: "You guys, who is this kneeling?"

He paused, then continued to ask: "Inner or leather?"

"..."

Suddenly, as if a hole had been pierced in a balloon, Zhong Fu sat up with a helpless expression on his face. The solemn and unforgettable scene just now seemed like a mirage, which was instantly brought back to its original form by a few words from the young man.

Yaken Toshiro raised his body and smiled helplessly.

He looked at the innocent boy, twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly asked, "Are you willing to stay here?"

"Yes." The boy replied without hesitation.

"...Don't agree so quickly," Yaken Fujishiro rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Think about it carefully, if you agree to stay here, then you will be the master of this pill, not only the four seasons of the year Rarely, I have to take care of a group of traumatized giant babies..."

Pointingly, he pointed at a group of big fusangshen behind him, changed his tone, and asked seriously: "Even so, are you willing to stay?"

Dian Dao looked at Fu Sangshen with a serious expression in front of him, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is this your condition?"

Yaken Toshiro froze for a moment: "Ah, that's right."

"If I agree, can I also say something about my conditions?"

"of course."

Dagger pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised three fingers: "My request is only three points."

"First, I am the boss in this pill, you must not listen to me."

"Second, I am the boss in this pill, you are not allowed to limit my snacks."

"Third, I'm the boss in this pill, you don't...don't forbid me to bring my family here..."

The dagger quietly put away three fingers, looked at Fu Sangshen nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Is this... okay?"

"..." Yaken Toshiro remained silent, he could guess the expressions of the people behind him without turning his head, suppressed the corners of his mouth that could not be suppressed, and said in a deep voice:

"can."

Hearing the words, Dagger secretly let out a sigh.

Is this even a solution?

It's great, finally he doesn't have to worry about being chopped up like a green onion every day. He has been worrying about this matter for the past few days.

happy. (○?ε?○)

Everyone in the room seemed to have gradually relaxed. Their originally gloomy expressions were swept away, and they instantly turned into sunny and cheerful young people. They didn't care that the tea had already cooled down, so they picked up the tea cups and started drinking.

After all, the time has been too long, and they still have concerns about the former lord in their hearts, but they have gradually realized that being able to actively accept the existence of the dagger is a harbinger of a new beginning.

A Yiqiyizhen coat was draped over his shoulders, and the short knife pulled the clothes to try to cover his entire body.

——Although the whole room is hard and nothing to look at, but on the opposite side is a pile of tightly wrapped ones, and if he is the only one who shows his arms and legs, he always feels a little weak.

Natsuo Toshiro stood aside and noticed that the dagger kept fiddling with his clothes. After thinking for a while, he leaned over and asked, "Do you want to go back and change? There should be nothing wrong here."

Dagger raised his head and glanced at the people in the hall, seeing that there was indeed nothing more important, he nodded to Nanao Toshiro, stood up and prepared to go back to the room to change clothes.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sat below and saw that they seemed to be planning to go out, hesitated for a while, but still did not catch up.He picked up the cold tea in front of him, and beside him was Yaken Toshiro who was cutting Mitsutada's wound for the candlestick, pondered for a moment, and slowly brought the teacup to his lips.

At this time, the boy who should have walked out of the house suddenly poked his head in.

"Ah, I forgot to say just now, before I became the enemy's enemy, I was called Wuhutui, but there are already Wuhutui in this pill, so from now on, please call me Yaoer."

……

The cold tea flowed down the rim of the cup and penetrated into the robe.

At that moment, Tsurumaru Kuninaga heard the sound of teacups shattering from all over the house.