"Oh~ you want to know the truth?" said with a surprised expression, looking directly into the eyes of the female inquisitor, and staring fixedly for a moment, then suddenly tilting his head slightly, and scribbling in a nonchalant tone:

"Well...... Because that man was murdered by his brother, uh, my former master, Kamakuraden, so he hates me too. In the case of not being able to find Kamakura Hall himself to question or take revenge, his twisted anger can only be poured out on me~"

The Female Inquisitor was silent for a moment.

“...... Is that really the case? She replied.

Mustache raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You can guess it, somehow I'm not surprised. He said with a smile, "After all, it's someone who can get involved with Genji and Fujiwara Taiheng for some reason...... If you only have that little bit of skill and knowledge, you can't talk about it~"

After casually making a mockery, he didn't mean to kill them all, but took a deep breath and continued slowly: "In a sense, the sword can represent its own master—well, at least part of it—so, as the loser, Gen Yoshitsune, wants to find Kamakuraden's theory or retaliate but can't, I'm the best target to poke in front of him, isn't it?"

After saying that, he actually stared at her with an expression that was expecting her to nod yes, as if he was really waiting for her approval.

The Divine Inquisitor was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"So...... Kamakura Dian, the elder brother he trusted and loyal to with all his heart, suddenly became jealous of him, and then attacked him, and he didn't understand what he was wrong, and the bitter resentment and unwillingness to be hunted down to death like this, all of this was enough to make him a powerful ghost—wasn't it? ”

Mustache snorted.

"But...... Just being angry with innocent others, this kind of Genkuro Yoshitsune-" She suddenly snorted coldly, and there was a layer of anger in her voice.

“...... That's it. ”

These words, she said almost in a tone of gnashing teeth.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise.

"Oh~?!" he asked with interest.

"You...... Who are you holding grievances for?"

Knemaru: ?

Knee Maru looked puzzled. The Female Divine Judge's eyebrows jumped slightly, and instead of answering the question, she said in a tone that was terrifyingly straightforward:

“...... I once knew a man named 'Kuro'. ”

Knee pills: !!

Mustache cut: "......"

The Divine Inquisitor didn't seem to care much about the feelings of the two Genji brothers, and continued:

"In the same way, I also knew a guy named 'Yasuhiro Fujiwara'. There is also the 'Kamakura Palace', although I haven't had much contact with him, but Mrs. Masako...... We've had some encounters. ”

Knemaru: "Huh?!"

Mustache cut: "Oh~"

The Female Judge calmly continued, "As the Kamakura Hall used to be...... My subordinates—or rather, a pawn in my hand—I've also been to Hiraizumi and witnessed the final moments of Taehyung and Kuro......"

Knee pills: !!

Mustache sighed slightly.

When the female judge narrated before, she seemed a little distracted because of her memories. At this, she suddenly turned her gaze and looked directly at the mustache, her eyes showing sadness and determination.

"So, Kurou feels unwilling or hateful, and even wants to seek revenge on Kamakuraden, I think it's understandable. ”

"However, now he has gone too far......"

"He who has no ability to find the true enemy, and is angry with the sword...... Such a person has changed from a hero in history to a weakling—"

"Kuro, I sympathize with him. However, now he must be stopped. ”

She looked earnestly at the gloomy face.

"Can you help me with that, Mustache-kun?"

"Not just because you're important to Knemaru, but I'd love for you to join us—"

"It's because we need your help. ...... This is something that only you can do. ”

The blood-red pupils widened slightly, and then there was silence for a long time.

Then, he slowly let go of the hand that held her right hand holding the knife, and instead raised his right hand, slowly reaching out to her face—

Cold fingertips touched her smooth and delicate cheeks.

Knemaru: !?

Ignoring the younger brother on the side, his eyes suddenly widened to be more round, and the mustache lowered his face slightly, and his blood-red eyes stared deeply at the female inquisitor's face, which was stained with some dust due to the fierce battle, but still looked pure and fearless, and suddenly hooked the corners of her lips.

"No, I can't. He said.

The fingertips that had become a little rough from the dark fall slowly rubbed against the cheeks of the female presidor, and the mustache curled the corners of her lips, and she smiled innocently and cruelly.

"As you can see, I've ...... There's no going back. ”

Saying this in a soft tone whispered in his ear like a lover, a layer of mist gradually rose in his blood-red pupils.

"From the moment I made up my mind on the battlefield to fight back and join the march back in time......"

"I'm disqualified from going back. ”

His voice was low and resonant, full of tender sorrow and sorrow like a sentimental lover.

"Although it is only to get rid of the torture of the source of the Yoshitsune-but such a reason will not be excluded from you and ...... Anyone other than the knee pill will accept it. ”

Female Inquisitor: !!

What surprised her was not the refusal of her request, but—

For the first time, he called out his brother's name with unmistakable accuracy.

It's something she hasn't seen in the original game.

Although Mustache Kiri's words were like a whisper, and not even Knemaru himself would probably hear it except for her, but in that moment, she understood.

Mustache Cut wouldn't go back with her.

It's not because his earnestness hasn't impressed him, it's not because he doesn't pay attention to struggling to find his brother.

It was precisely because he valued this younger brother, and because he believed what she said, that he would not go back with them.

Instead, he chose to say goodbye to them.

Liu Quan couldn't help but close his eyes. Because if she didn't, she was afraid that if her nose was sore, her eyes would be filled with weak tears.

And as a treasure of Genji and a proud mustache, he shouldn't need this kind of sympathetic tears.

She heard a low, muffled chuckle from the mustache.

"One last piece of advice—"

He dragged out his voice slightly, and the soft, dark voice she remembered returned.

“...... Don't just close your eyes so tame in front of a man. Because this kind of look makes people want to ...... Kiss you?"

Willow Springs: !!

She subconsciously opened her eyes, only to find that the face of the mustache was very close to her eyes—close enough that his breath was coming to her face, cold but like a cold-smelling agarwood, and not the rotten and choking smell that she felt in the rest of the march.

The next second, she felt his lips brush over her cheek and stop in her ear. His breath, along with his tender, dark voice, penetrated her through her ear holes and into her body.

"Next time, if you meet me on the battlefield, I'll go back with you. ”

"When the time comes, be kind to me......"

"The hosts. ”

Liu Quan's nose was sour, and tears welled up without warning.

It wasn't because the mostache cut it stimulated her nerves and triggered physiological tears.

It's because she knows he's telling the truth.

He's lying, too.

He confessed that she was his inquisitor.

At the same time, however, he will leave her and her brother forever.

The next time you may be on the battlefield, you will encounter a famous sword called "Mustache Kiriri", which is the treasure of Genji.

However, the "mustache cut", wearing a snow-white out-of-battle jacket and trousers, and platinum hair, Fu Fushen was not the one in front of him.

No matter how many Zhen "mustache cuts" she wins on the battlefield in the future, she will never be the one in front of her.

...... Have you ever lost someone at the same time the moment you got them?

Now that's it, that's it.

She couldn't help but open her mouth, as if trying to keep him.

"No...... Mustache Kiri-kun...... Before you recover, I think I can hide you and we'll figure it out......"

Mustache straightened up, withdrew the hand that was grabbing her cheek, and looked at her amusedly.

“...... And then what?"

Liu Quan: ??

The blood-red pupils of the mustache looked at her gently, and the ghost-like form was gone. Although the short horn on his forehead and the bone spurs on his shoulder blades were still there, his expression seemed to contain a sense of gentle indulgence that was both quiet and a little helpless.

"You picked up an unusable sword from the battlefield, and then you have to be held accountable by the government of time for it? no matter how deep your background and background, you can't be against the government of time, right?"

He shook his head slightly and smiled.

"Tut-tut, really...... There was courage to arrive—a terrible naivety. He commented.

"It's kind of similar to the naïve pill in a way...... Is this the reason why Nayamamaru obeys you so easily and acknowledges that you are his master. ”

Yanagi Quan: !!

The next moment, Mustache took a step back.

"No kidding. His beautiful voice suddenly became cold, like the sound of broken ice crashing down the mountains and rivers in a river that has not yet completely frozen in winter.

"If the sword doesn't come in handy, it should be abandoned. It's a merciless killing battlefield, little girl. There is no place for your useless compassion and kindness. It is also reckless to want to walk on the edge of a cliff with one's deep background experience or outstanding swordsmanship, and to dance on the tip of the sword when danger is almost imminent. ”

Word by word, he said cruelly but profoundly.

"I don't know who your subordinates used to be...... But you're a general now. As a general, you have to make a decision, and you have to know how to make trade-offs......"

He sighed and looked at the stunned knee.

"I'm going to find the right way to purify myself. I won't go back with you until then. ”

Knee pills: !!

“...... Aniga?" he cried out in confusion and anxiety.

Mustache Cut smiled.

"Ahh ...... After that, come to me on the battlefield. I'm going to fight the toughest, most unfathomable enemies. When that time comes, you must come to my aid in time. ”

Knee pills: "......"

As if he didn't know what to say for a while, Knemaru opened his mouth and stopped again, his face full of regret, incomprehension, anxiety and pain.

"But, Anigar ......!" he stammered, as if no words were enough to convey all the thoughts in his heart at the moment.

"Until then, what are you going to do......?"

Mustache Cut walked back to the place where he had been knocked off by Ryuzumi in the fierce battle, leaned over and picked up the knife, and put it back into its sheath. The sharp blade slid through the scabbard with a slight humming sound.

"Until then, I'll fight well. He said.

"Good girl, this is good for you and for me. He turned to Knemaru, looked him straight into Knemaru's eyes, and said calmly.

"Until then, you can rely on your master. He added with a smile.

"At least she looks much better than Minamoto Yoshitsune...... Don't remember your original master again. Because from now on, you have only one master. ”

He tilted his head slightly behind him and gestured.

“...... That's her. ”

As if thinking for a moment, he reached out and patted Knemaru on the shoulder.

"Before the next reunion, you have to work hard. ”

There was a ghostly smile in his voice again, just like the familiar one in Liu Quan's memory.

"At least hopefully the next time we meet, I can see you do a great job and kill all sides on the battlefield—"

Speaking of this, he glanced back at Liu Quan again, and the corners of his lips curled.

The little tiger tooth loomed between his lips.

“...... It's not your inquisitor who kills all sides. ”

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