Two or three things about the rebirth of the scumbag

The judge who was missed by Hasebe was currently chewing sweet potato sticks and wandering in the corridor.

It's really exactly the same as his own Honmaru... Inokai looked at the surrounding environment, no matter how big-hearted he was, he felt something was wrong at this moment.

Is there such a real dream?

He knelt down and grabbed a handful of the pure white snow on the porch. A biting cold feeling came through his skin quickly. Before he could figure it out, a soft voice came from behind him.

"Oh, what is this doing?"

A hand with a black half glove stretched out, and gently brushed off the snow in his hand, "If you play in the snow in such a cold day, you will catch a cold—my brother seems to have said so, my brother is... um, Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Inokai turned his head, and saw a man in a white suit with creamy blond short hair squatting halfway beside him with a slight smile.

He thought for a long time before he recalled the other party's name, "Higakiri?"

This is the sword that Honmaru arrived relatively late, and he doesn't usually see each other. The only time he got along with him for a long time was when the other party was seriously injured after returning from battle, so I had to go and buy him for more than ten hours.

But at that time, only Hikiri, who was in a semi-comatose state, said a few words such as "I am causing you trouble", "It is not the era of Genji..." and so on. I was upset because of the long recovery time. , didn't even bother to give the slightest response.

And then... Inokai's thoughts paused, and the time-traveling army attacked Honmaru. Taidao Fusangshen gave his life to protect his brother before he could not remember his name.

Fu Sangshen, named Hikakiri, nodded, showing his sharp little teeth when he smiled, "Genji's treasure, Hikakiri. Are you the master of this generation?"

Inokai narrowed his eyes.

This is... the starting line.

"Haha, it's the first time we meet, I didn't expect the master to know my name." The beautiful Taidao Fusangshen's voice was as sweet and soft as butter, "Please take care of me in the future, master."

Inokai nodded silently, he straightened up, pulled up the mustache beside him, and walked towards the somewhat noisy courtyard alone.

"...Although it is as indifferent as they describe, but," Mustache looked thoughtfully at the back of the judge, "he seems to be a pretty good master."

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"Pain Pain!"

On the stone steps of the courtyard, the snow had been cleared to create a large open space. A long-haired man in a blue feather was sitting next to him, rolling up the sleeves of his crimson kimono, complaining to his companions full of resentment. , "Kunihiro, can you be lighter?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kanehiro," the Wakizashi boy named Horikawa Kunihiro was wrapping a bandage around the man's bloodied arm, "but the wound has to be dealt with, please be patient."

Fu Sangshen, with short purple hair, warned with a dark face, "Izumi Shou, if you complain again, I will bandage you."

"..." Seeing Yamato Shou'an, who was struggling to survive under the second generation Kanesada, the young Dato was shocked, and finally calmed down.

Alas, it's really hard to deal with it. He rested his chin and looked at the distant snow scene in a daze, trying to ignore the pain from his arm.

Not far away, Yaken Toshiro looked over there with a smile in his eyes, and then turned to look at the young man beside him, "Mr. Yamabagiri, are you injured?"

"No," Kirihiro Yamabashi pulled the white sheet on his body expressionlessly, "don't worry about imitations like me."

Yaken Toshiro shook his head helplessly, and just about to say something, he was the first to notice the figure approaching this way in the corridor not far away.

"General?" He was taken aback, waved his hand back to signal them to silence, pulled Yamabashi Kirihiro to block the companions who were quickly packing up the bandages and medicines, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head towards the interrogator, with a respectful tone, " The road is slippery in the snow, why did you come out?"

He didn't expect the other party to answer these words, but what was surprising was that the judge was only silent for a moment, and then he said casually, "Walk around, you just came back from the battle?"

"Yes." The voice of the god judge was a little different from the past, and it seemed to contain some complicated emotions. A voice came, "...slander?"

He hurriedly turned his head, only to see that the interrogator was looking at Izumi Mori Kanesada's bandage-wrapped arm with an unpredictable expression.

The judge held his wrist, and the black-haired knife was obviously a little nervous. He uncomfortably sent a distress signal to the assistant beside him, but got a guilty look.

The strength from the wrist became stronger, and Izumi Mori Kanesada realized that he hadn't replied yet, "Well... I was accidentally rubbed by the retrograde army's knife at that time, sorry." He scratched his head with his free hand, expression At a loss.

The master usually doesn't care about these things, what happened today?Don't make him angry... Just when Izumi Mori Kanesada was thinking wildly, his wrist was suddenly released, and the indifferent voice of the judge came, "Go and wait for me in the room."

"……Hey?"

Hearing this, Izumi Mori Kanesada opened his eyes wide, and stammered, "Yes, but I'm not seriously injured yet..."

"From now on, everyone will come to me for slander." Inokai looked at the blood gradually oozing from the bandage with distaste, "How can you hold a knife when you are so injured?"

Horikawa Kunihiro was the first to react, pulled up Mr. Kane and bowed deeply to the judge, "Master, thank you! Mr. Kane, hurry up, let's go and enter the room first!"

"Ah, thank you master... Kunihiro, slow down...!"

The figures of the two gradually disappeared, and Inokai glanced at the remaining sluggish group of four, making sure that they were only slightly injured, and prepared to leave without saying a word.

"General, general!" Yaken Toshiro hurriedly said before the judge left, "Do you mean that you can also get slandered in the future?"

The judge glanced at him and nodded.

"Thank you...!" Yaken Toshiro looked a little excited, "Excuse me, do you need me to call everyone into the room?"

"..." Inokai's face froze slightly, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, "How many people did you slander?"

Yamato Shou'an, who had been strangled by the song fairy Kansada until he was breathless, collapsed on the side and broke his fingers, "Qiyomitsu, Ikiden, Mr. Mikazuki, Mr. Zongsan, Saya, Maeda and Imaken..."

"...and brothers." Yamabuki Kunihiro added in a low voice, looking at the god judge with hopeful eyes.

"..." Standing in a field of ice and snow, in the biting cold wind, now Inokai just wants to go back to 2 minutes ago and kill the self who boasted.

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Judgment: Salted fish is cool for a while, repairing the knife crematorium _(:з」∠)_

After Inokai was sure that he was not dreaming, but actually went back to the past, he originally wanted to treat this group of sabers better, such as changing from serious wound repair to slander...

Now he regrets it hhhhhhh