This person is the mysterious woman who called herself 'Friday' that Aoyama had met on the plane before.

The only thing we know is that last time, this time, she will only show up on Fridays............

"It's been a long time, I see that you have adopted a son, how are you doing?"

The very polite words made Fu Ngan a lot more relaxed, and it seemed that the uninvited guest in front of him was not the unreasonable kind.

"It's okay, if you still want me to build weapons, I advise you to save your tongue, I've already decided not to forge anything that takes people's lives. ”

.................. Talking without any stretch is like trying to keep Friday out.

But...... No one in the world can stop Friday.

No one can.

"Don't jump to such conclusions, besides, I'm not here for this. ”

She smiled, and now she felt elegant.

Vorgan frowned, he knew that it would be okay to be approached by such a guy.

Therefore, naturally she will not be given a good look.

"So what are you going to do? You don't think you're missing me, are you? You guys ......."

Hum............

"Quite the opposite. I have come this time to ask you not to forge swords again in this life. ”

！？

Fu Ergan was puzzled, he had just made up his mind yesterday not to forge a sword, could all this be too coincidental?

No, there's no way she doesn't know.

And what's the point of asking yourself who has decided not to forge swords anymore?

"What the hell are you guys up to?"

Friday smiled playfully, and his smart eyes seemed to be able to peek into the past, and as if they could glimpse the future.

"Tell me the truth, if nothing else, but let me tell you on Wednesday that if you continue to make swords, then swords will one day...... Will kill Thursday. ”

..................！！！！

After listening to Friday's true intentions, Fu Ergan couldn't help but be shocked.

The sweat that had not flowed from the beating of all his strength by the stove was spreading on his head at this moment.

After thinking for a long time, he calmed down and said............

"I don't think I'll be able to build a weapon beyond that hammer right now. ”

Boom, boom.

Outside the house, lightning and thunder, wind and rain.

Thunder, like the god of thunder.

Friday's eyes are closed and opened.

Wait until the thunder has subsided before speaking.

"I don't think either, but you have to be careful in everything. After all, we are not as good as the god, we can only see the result, but we cannot know the process. ”

Vorgan nodded, and it seemed that he knew very well who Friday was by 'we'.

Anyway, I've decided not to forge swords anymore............ If you can get this nasty guy out of here............

"I see, I promise you that I will never forge swords again. ”

Friday nodded in satisfaction, and without further ado, she put on her black veil again and turned around to leave here.

But before she left, she still left one more word.

A ............ Repeated instructions.

"Remember, fate cannot be changed, at least we don't have that ability, we must not continue to forge swords, we must not continue to forge swords. ”

.................. Only this one sentence remains.

She pushed the door open and disappeared into the pouring rain.

And five seconds after she melted into the rain........................

The drizzling rain stopped, but no matter how much I could find her, I couldn't find her.

Volgan looked at the sky outside the door, and it was cloudless.

I looked at the dirt on the ground again, and the earthworms were crawling out.

The thunder and the wind and rain all disappeared, and the rain passed and the sky was clear.

The bad weather just now was like a mirage............

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

"I see, I understand ............"

Qingshan's expression was a little lost, not because he didn't achieve his goal, but because he didn't know how to comfort Fu Ergan.

The sword is a murder weapon, a tool for killing.

That's not going to change..................

It's a pity, but you can't force it.

"Okay, don't look listless, I'm drunk too, and I remember a little bit of the past............ Anyway, you're here for a tour, right? It shouldn't matter if you can walk around the streets, it's tiring from a bumpy journey, right? ”

Aoyama blinked, looking at Fu Ergan, who was getting up to leave.

"What about you, senior?"

Vorgan twisted his shoulders and moved his muscles.

"I'm going to finish the work I didn't finish today, it's all because the kid hasn't come back for so long, I'm going to work overnight. ”

"I ...... Can you take a look?"

After a sweep, Fu Yigan, who didn't look back, replied coldly: "Please." ”

............ Walking quickly into the storeroom, he was greeted by a dazzling array of weapons, all kinds of blacksmith tools, stoves, wooden tables, drawings, sinks, all available............

And looking at the degree of wear and tear of those equipment, Qingshan swallowed his saliva, and knew that the skills of the predecessors in front of him were absolutely exquisite!

Bang, bang.

Ignoring Qingshan's looking around, Fu Rigan had already entered the state and began to concentrate on building the iron fence.

In this modern society, metal forming technology has been perfected and mechanized.

Only he can use this old-fashioned traditional craft.

But there are advantages to this.

Iron that is struck by human hands is spirituality and tougher.

How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? How can you take shape without beating? How can something become a system without experiencing what is done by hand?

Bang, bang.

Everything was in the sound of iron.

On the other hand, Aoyama is already fascinated.

On the walls are all kinds of weapons and displays, all of which are extremely beautiful, but extremely sharp.

This made him unable to hide his excitement and blurted out a sentence............

"Beautiful, so beautiful. ”

Bang, bang.

The indifferent Vorgan has poured all his passion into steel.

Without looking back, he continued, "What?"

Aoyama didn't look at Fu Ergan either, but stayed on those cold weapons.

"Beauty, these weapons are so beautiful...... These are all done by the seniors?"

Heh, Fu Yigan smiled, and he didn't mean to stop working at all.

As a top blacksmith, that's how crisp it is.

"What, flatter me, it's useless, I won't forge a sword for you. ”

Ha............

Aoyama smiled, ignoring Fu Ergan's cynicism.

He continued to look at those weapons with fascination and said sincerely..................

"I've seen a lot of weapons and I've participated in many battles, but seeing so many weapons makes me cheer like a child............

Bang, bang. Fu Rigan has a stubble and no stubble, and then Qingshan's words.

"Do you like weapons?"

Looking at a giant scythe hanging on the wall, the aura of death emanating from the huge blade was chilling.

But in the next moment, Aoyama took the big scythe in his hand, and stroked the blade with his sword fingers.

The curve of the scythe shows an elegant curve, and the ratio of the blade to the blade is also the golden ratio.

The front of the black blade is lined up in a wavy pattern, symbolizing the skill of the caster.

Faint blade lines...... It is a blacksmith who gives the sword the soul of a lifetime.

"I like it, every piece here is very handsome.................."

It was said that those dead things that took people's lives were very handsome..................

"Hahaha, are you handsome............"

Aoyama put the scythe back in its place and set it up, and looked around again, all kinds of weapons............

"The weapon is amazing, according to the specific purpose, the useless parts are completely removed, and the remaining parts, all are useful!"

This is in line with Aoyama's obsessive-compulsive personality, the ultimate functional beauty.

This sword..................

The hilt of the sword is used to hold, the handguard is used to protect the hand and block the blade, the body of the sword is used to bear weight, and the blade is used to slash people.

There is not a little bit of waste............ You can use it all.

There is not a trace of superfluity, and all unnecessary things are removed, just like a person who has attained the Tao and attained the Tao beyond the world-

Sheer.

"Their shape is the visual embodiment of the need, and the function is completely transformed into the shape, so they are very handsome. ”

........................ The sound of striking iron stopped.

In the lit blacksmith's room, lit by the fire, there was only the crackling sound of firewood.

"You're right, that's why I kept them......"

Stopping what he was doing, he looked back, but from the blacksmith's room, where only the fire was lit all day long, and the sky could not be seen......

I saw a little starlight in Qingshan's eyes.

The light emanating from this clear and transparent pure eye is more sincere and sincere than the fire.

ignited his heart as a craftsman who had been extinguished over the years.

People grow on the road, and it is difficult to find a confidant.

Aoyama's enthusiastic gaze was still fixed on the weapon on the wall.

But it was as firm as a hammer, constantly beating Fu Ergan's heart.

Sparks fly..................

But.

A promise is an agreement.

A promise is a promise.

Vorgan had long since decided not to forge swords.

He couldn't shake his faith so easily.

But...... From Qingshan's eyes, he saw the appearance of a person.

If that's the person........................

Think about it.

"You know what? You remind me of a man.................."

Oh?

Aoyama came back to his senses and looked at Fu Ergan, who was elbowing his knees.

"Who?"

I saw that Fu Ergan put down the hammer, and his hands were folded, and he fell naturally.

A little coldness flashed in his eyes.

It seems that just mentioning that person's name will cut something.

"Juggernaut - Oni Willow. ”

！！！

The name slashed through Aoyama's heart like a sharp sword.

He was well-read and knowledgeable, and he had never heard of such a person in the world.

"Who is he?"

Vorgan paused, a name that few people knew about for their own reasons.

In fact, few people know about the existence of Juggernaut.

It's an unspoken, ethereal name.

Most people only know his previous title and think that he is already dead.