Street of Swords.

An island in the sea.

There are cherry blossoms in the sky............ There are also swords that cut everything.

The autumn colors are floating and cold, and the west sea is hanging and flying.

There are mountains, there is water. It's more like a block than a street.

Xiaoguang, who has just woken up, is a member of this place, and is the son of a top blacksmith.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and immediately widened.

That's how he woke up every morning.

Lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed.

He rubbed his slumbering hairstyle, grabbed his suspender and ran out the door, not caring at all about the sweat and oil stains that had taken up the shirt that had taken up it.

Lo and behold, he was still humming a song.

"I'm the son of a laid-back blacksmith~With a skilled father~"

"Forging and grinding, spend every day~"

"I'm the son of the sword ~ Daddy's son ~"

The distance from his room to the blacksmith's room was not long, just enough for him to finish singing the little tune he had composed himself.

Pushing the door in, his face was full of vitality.

What catches your eye is the scene of everyday life.

Wooden shelves, burning chimneys, worn metal tools, sinks on the floor, and weapons on the walls.

And..................

His hard-working, early daddy.

Although everyone said that Xiaoguang and his father were not related by blood.

But for Xiaoguang, the father who raised him since he was a child is a father.

Since he was sensible, maybe it's because of the atmosphere here.,Xiaoguang likes things like swords from the bottom of his heart.。

In the sword, he likes the sword made by his father the most, which is beautiful and sharp, and has a warm feeling.

It is precisely because of this that he has recently felt a little lost.

Hikari's father has a long beard and thick arms.

It's a thick arm that comes from hard work day in and day out.

And now, with his thick arms, he held a bundle of rusty swords.

The swords looked as old as if they had just been salvaged from the centuries-old waters of the shipwreck.

Covered in rust, it has lost its former metallic color.

"Here, this is the last batch. There will be no more swords after that. ”

Xiaoguang looked at these swords, and inevitably showed a disgusted expression.

It's as if someone who cares a lot about their looks sees a group of ugly monsters on the road.

His father looked at Xiaoguang's obvious disgust, and shook those swords helplessly.

The rust kept them glued together, and there was no rattling at all.

"Don't show this expression, Dad doesn't make swords anymore, do you feel lonely?"

Hikari pouted.

"Well...... It's a bit ............."

Dad handed the last batch of iron swords to Xiaoguang, pinched his waist and looked at the scenery of people coming and going.

"It's almost time for me to start hating working on this street. ”

Hikari was a little surprised.

"This ...... Is it so crisp?"

Tut.

Daddy smacked his lips.

Today's work has not yet begun. Crisply, of course.

Strike iron and speak simply, this is a qualified blacksmith.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense, go wash these swords!"

Taking a bundle of swords, Hikari shook his body.

"Wow, it's all rusty!!!"

Walking out of the garage-shaped blacksmith's room, Xiaoguang slowly blended into the crowd.

On this street where almost everyone has a sword.

His figure is not abrupt at all. It's a good fit in.

........................ The scenery turns, and then look at the place on the coast of Sword Street.

A man who looked quite young staggered off the boat.

On the occasion that everyone around him has a sword, he is the only one who does not have a sword, and he looks very strange.

At first glance, this man was a stranger from a foreign country.

Why?

Just look at his unique outfit.

Dark blue and pure white, smeared with two robe tails.

Intertwined green floats appear right in the center of him. Blends in with the inner lining.

Blue, white, a touch of blue.

It is reminiscent of the green mountains that connect the blue sky with the blue waves.

Click, click.

The seagulls flutter their wings and fly inland in the direction of the interior.

The crowd on the boat gradually walked inland with the guidance of the seagulls, wrapped in large bags and small bags, wrapped in various swords.

Only the man was left standing quietly in place, standing where he had just disembarked, not moving.

Click, click.

The tide of the sea crashes against the stone steps, and the waves are splashing.

Hearing the sound of the tide, the man also turned back in the direction of the sea.

One blue and one white robe fluttered in the wind.

The man's eyes were only cyan for a moment.

the blue sky, and the blue water that is colored by the blue sky.

The water and the sky were colorful, he looked at the pine waves behind him, and stopped to stand.

Presumably...... What was he thinking?

Click, click.

A slightly stronger wind blew. Slap his clothes on himself.

The small box on the waist also collided with each other, making a sound and merging with the tide.

The crisp sea breeze took him into his arms, and the breeze made his temples float slightly.

It seems to be gently caressed.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed a rare moment of tranquility between heaven and earth. Cyan was still in his heart.

(Definitely, from now on...... ）

Whenever the wind blows in my hair, I feel sad when I think of you......

But that comes to mind.

(It's just going to be a happy time, green water.) ）

Open your eyes. Take a deep breath.

Breathe in all the blue sea breeze into your body.

Feel your heart beating softly.

Aoyama Road Chief has come to the Sword Street.

What is the Tao?

The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is affectionate, how to think?

Qingshan, it is here to find his way.

The way of the sword, the way of man, the way of the world, the green mountains...... way.

Take steps, be alone, and find a confidant on the road ahead.

But no matter what the path is, Qingshan will come to an end and find the answer!

..........................................

With his arms drooping, along the road, Xiaoguang carried a heavy bundle of rusty swords and came to the highest road in Sword Street.

The sea breeze blew through his body, passing through those rusty blades.

Recent...... There are a lot of people who are looking for Daddy to make swords, all because of the conference that will be held recently......

It was supposed to be a cause for joy......

But Daddy doesn't forge swords anymore............

Looking down at the port in the distance, Xiaoguang's heart also swayed.

Without time to pause, he continued along the road towards the pool.

The cobblestone path, with a few signs posted on the yellowed earthen walls.

The streets were bustling with people, and as far as the eye could see, armor and steel swords.

Carrying a bundle of rusty swords, Xiaoguang did not forget to look around.

Sometimes, he would look at other people's swords, and then silently feel in his heart that it was better forged by his father.

But more often than not...... He's just bored.

As far as the eye can see, the town is full of swordsmen............

All because of the recent General Assembly..................

As he walked, Hikaru came to the side of the pool.

The stone pool has rectangular grooves and the faucets hang on waist-high walls.

Unwrapping the hemp rope that bound the sword, Xiaoguang squatted down near the pool.

(More and more people are using Daddy's weapons...... That's something to be happy about, but ...... ）

Unscrewed the faucet, and the fine water poured on the rusty sword, like a shower.

And while the rusty sword was taking a shower, Xiaoguang was also looking around.

Although it's a good thing to be lively...... But............

His gaze looked nearby, where several fierce swordsmen were surrounding an old man and his two grandsons.

Although Xiaoguang couldn't hear it, he could see the aggressiveness of those swordsmen.

Retracting his gaze, Xiao Guang, knowing that this is not his business, continues to sharpen his sword.

But I always feel ...... If you grind like this, you will lose what you have in your heart.

(I...... Shouldn't it be............ ）

Just when Xiaoguang was hesitating for his inner choice.

He suddenly shook.

He trembled, and his expression became a little panicked.

The sudden feeling made him stop what he was doing, and he didn't dare to move.

It's as if if you move yourself, your head will be different............

It's a very cold feeling............

He couldn't help but think to himself..................

What? What is that? What does this feel like............

It's like having a sword around your neck.

Wrong...... If you really have the other party put the sword on your neck............

He looked panicked, already aware of the current state of crisis.

Could it be that he has been seeing the wind and rudder, and he is already about to be punished?

(If you continue like this, you will be killed!!)

A few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and Xiaoguang turned his head suddenly.

There were no swords there, only one person.

A kind-eyed young man.

The man was dressed in green and white, and he did not have a sword at his waist.

At this time, he was holding a rusty sword placed by Xiaoguang next to him, and looked at it carefully.

Xiaoguang was slightly surprised.

(It's not a sword, it's a man............ ）

Could it be that the blade that I just felt in my neck.

Just from this man's sharp gaze?

(What was I thinking, of course, of course, people.) ）

Without any more gaffes, Xiaoguang changed back to his eight-sided and exquisite social expressions.

Stretching out a hand, he said to the man who was still focusing on the rusty sword, "Oops............"

"It's very dangerous, don't look at it, don't look at it, you will hurt if you touch it......"

Rust is very sharp and sharp, and if it cuts the skin, it can cause a series of intractable diseases such as tetanus.

Xiaoguang persuaded him with good words, but the man didn't think so.

I saw that he still held the sword in his hand and looked at it, constantly flipping the handle, looking up and down.

Sometimes it is placed in a straight line in front of the eyes and the blade of the sword is checked.

From time to time, lay it flat in front of your eyes and check the edge lines.

Turning it over and over, he looked at the straight spine of the sword again.

Ignore Hikari's words.

It's as if I'm intoxicated by this sword.

..................

After a while, the strange man finished speaking before he spoke.

He said......

"What a rough usage. ”

...... Yes?

The strange speech made Xiaoguang stunned.

Before he could react.

Before he could understand the implications.

The man stretched out two fingers, compared them to the fingers of the sword, and pressed them against the rust-stained blade............