In the streets of dawn, in Utsunomiya Castle, which has been devastated by the war of the past few days, against the bleak sky at sunrise in the early morning, two figures are fighting.

Looking at it carefully, on one side was a young man with a handsome face with a Shinsengumi armband on his sleeve, and a neat skill that was almost incommensurate with that beautiful appearance, while on the other side, it was even more unexpected, a young man with hideous short horns and bone spurs, and his facial features still had the same grace as before, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a demon or an inhuman monster.

The young man's swordsmanship was extremely powerful, and every time he slashed his sword, it was like the last blow of his life, risking his life and doing his best, as if he was going to burn his life, condensing his sharpness to the extreme, attaching to the blade, and stabbing at his opponent.

However, on the other hand, the boy with the armband of the Shinsengumi pinned to his sleeve won with his body and swordsmanship—he moved faster, and his strain speed and moves were dazzling; compared to the young man with handsome facial features but a grim expression like a demon, the boy who looked like a Shinsengumi member did not seem to be as good at swordsmanship as the other party, but he skillfully used his speed advantage to cover up this subtle disadvantage in swordsmanship. As soon as he touched and left, he attacked again in an instant, and for a while, the two of them showed an evenly matched posture, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Standing on the side, his face was anxious, his hand was pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist, but he was hesitating and didn't know whether to draw the knife, and he didn't know which side to help after pulling out the knife, his eyes jumped back and forth on the two people in the fierce battle several times, as if he couldn't understand why things were going the way they were and how he should react appropriately, so he gritted his teeth hard, his eyes were red, and his eyes staring at the two seemed to be sad and puzzled.

He seemed to be in a dilemma for a while, and finally seemed to have made up his mind, and pulled out the knife with a thud.

The sharp blade glowed in the rising daylight. The five fingers of his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, relaxing and spasmodically clenching, and at last, he gritted his teeth, as if he was about to rush forward with the knife—

Suddenly, the young man raised his hand to grab the young man's knife with a "dang" sound, and then took advantage of the momentum to jump back two steps away, gasping violently and re-erecting the knife in his hand, and shouted categorically without looking back: "Knee pill, don't come here if you stand there!"

The black-clothed young man who was called "Knee Pill" was stunned for a moment, and the momentum that had been ready to go off was slowed down.

The young man's opponent didn't seem to have a good time, after all, after such a fierce fight, he didn't get much advantage on his opponent, but instead consumed his own physical strength, the young man's chest with sharp horns on his forehead rose and fell violently a few times, and instead of taking advantage of the opponent's retreat, he let out a snort.

"Do you want to show how much you care about him and how good you are in front of your brother who is fierce and doesn't know how to understand him? ”

He laughed sarcastically.

However, the boy did not get angry, but sighed silently.

"Nope. He said calmly.

"No matter how violent you are and how inconsiderate you are, for him, it is still the same......"

The young man stared at the young man who had almost turned into a demon, his gaze was clear and bright, and his expression was calm.

"From before to now...... No, until the end of everything, his master, there can be many ......"

His brother, however, had only one. ”

Youth:!!!

After hearing this, his cold and fierce look like a demon, full of mockery, finally loosened for a moment. He lowered his gaze slightly, his gaze flickered for a moment, and finally he raised his head again, re-grasped the knife in his hand, and let out a hehehehehe laughed from his throat.

“...... It's a pity. He whispered like a whisper.

In the next moment, he waved the Taidao in his hand again, and his feet started at the same time, rushing towards the direction of the young man!

The boy took a quick step back, and at the same time turned to the side, out of the way where the blade he swung was about to fall—

Then, his right hand suddenly moved, and he threw the knife in his hand upwards slightly, and used a clever force to make the knife turn half a circle in mid-air, and when it fell back into his hand, it was just the back of the knife facing down;

The young man suddenly took a step to the left, and this action caused his position to flash to the outside of the young man's right arm in an instant—the next moment, he was already holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slammed the back of the knife in his hand into the young man's wrist with all his might!

The back of the knife struck his wrist with a dull pop.

The young man blurted out a brief cry of pain, "Uh!" as if he had lost his center of gravity for a moment, his body shook, and his arm sank down suddenly, as if the sword in his hand would fall off the next moment.

The young man in black next to him, who was called "Knee Pill" by the teenager, was shocked and blurted out, "...... Anijia!!"

However, the boy who had been extremely reasonable until now—a "good master for the sake of Knemaru" as mockingly called by the youth—did not take Knemaru's mood into account this time.

He jerked his right knee up, just in time for the young man's loss of center of gravity to bend over, and his knee slammed into the young man's abdomen.

The boy didn't stop moving, he turned around and came behind the young man, and by the action of him bowing deeper because of the impact on his abdomen, at a height where he happened to be able to make movements smoothly, he stretched out his left arm and grabbed the bone spur on his shoulder blade from behind the young man, and his right hand returned his hand like lightning, and the blade that happened to be facing up was crossed between the young man's throat.

"You've lost!" the boy exclaimed.

His knees froze, and he stopped hesitantly when he was about to rush up. He stared at the incredible scene with wide eyes, and stumbled two steps forward as if involuntarily.

"How could it be...... Anigar......" he muttered.

However, he did not say any more. The boy's voice rang out again, interrupting his painful words.

"Mustache Kiri-kun, the victory has been decided, and I won. He said aloud, the blade of his right hand pointing at the young man's throat without hesitation or wavering.

"If you still have a shred of sanity, let it go now. The young man's clear voice echoed in the streets at dawn.

"I will never be killed by you. ”

"For a man must survive before he can speak of anything else. I'm not stupid enough to be tolerant of my enemies without any bottom line for the sake of gaining any favorability or prestige. ”

Speaking with confidence and sharpness, the blade in his hand also rested firmly in the throat of the mustache.

"Do you understand, if you understand my determination and what Knemaru expects of you, then promise to go back with me now. ”

And under his blade, the young man, whose face was once very handsome, but now he was like a demon, silently closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'll go back with you...... ? He repeated the request as if to himself, and the corners of his lips slowly curled into a small smile, as if he thought it was really funny.

"What is the use of you coming to me now? He replied calmly, as if he were genuinely confused about the boy's motives for making such a request.

"Hey, you're not like those innocent little girls who think that if you defeat me and trample me under your feet, and with a little sweet wishful thinking, Genji's treasure will willingly fall at your feet, call you 'master', and then happily let you make all kinds of requests and go to great lengths to complete those whimsical tasks, right?" he really seemed to bow his head and think about it carefully, and then asked rhetorically as if jokingly.

The female judge dressed as a teenager seemed to feel a little ridiculous when she heard the words, and rolled her eyes to the sky lightly.

"Well, 'finding the mustache' is certainly one of my goals, but it's probably your brother's greatest wish. She replied frankly.

"My Honmaru will always have a place for you as a result—because you're not just a treasure of Genji, or brothers who deserve to be reunited, but because you shouldn't just be buried......"

At this, she paused, as if briefly thinking about what she was going to say next.

In the end, she said, "There is always a better way to celebrate reunion than by swinging swords at each other...... Nor should your worth be manifested through a dark fall. Although I don't know what happened to you before, there are people in this world who cherish your existence, and there are people who understand and respect your value. ”

"Mustache-kun, it's not just about changing history to save everything...... Join us. Fight with us, or you'll truly understand our mission......"

Mustache cut: "......"

Fu Fushen, who was like a demon but still handsome, was silent for a long time. Then, he smiled softly.

"Is that all?" he asked, "...... Is that all you want to say to me?"

The female judge had not yet answered, but the knee pill on the side could no longer be suppressed.

"Anigar!" he cried out, "I—I don't know what's going on with you...... But come back with us...... I've been looking for you for a long time, and it's finally time to see you again—"

Mustache suddenly let out a short sneer.

"Huh...... Is this the way to go back with you?" he asked retortingly, as if he had no idea that the cold blade was still lying around his neck, and he lowered his head and spread his empty hands, as if to show his brother his present distorted form.

"Call you 'Naive Maru', are you really naïve? He sighed with a smile and shook his head with a look of helplessness, if it hadn't been for the inquisitor moving the blade across his neck a little in time, the razor-sharp blade would have sliced his throat with the movement of his head.

Noticing the female Divine Judge's action, the mustache cut paused slightly, and then the smile became deeper.

"Mmmm~Your decisiveness and kindness are in place~" He even praised her in a long voice, and the small wavy lines in his voice were simply terrifying.

"You people...... Do you, the 'superiors', use this means to show how likable and followable you are? He sighed with a smile, his tone changing suddenly.

"But it's useless. ”

He suddenly ignored the cold blade lying across his neck, and the female inquisitor still grabbing the bone spurs behind him, so he forcibly used a little force, slowly turned his head, and his body was half sideways, staring at the female presitter behind him with pity.

"Whether it's to suggest that you're related to Kamakura-den or Taiheng-sama, to show your concern for your brother, or even to show your magnanimity and willingness to accept such an ugly me in front of such me, the fallen me......"

He took a deep breath slowly, like how important the next words were.

"Little girl......" He suddenly laughed, just turned sideways and looked back at him, ignoring the blade that was still across his neck, his breath was slightly unsteady, and he said as if he was out of breath: "Those little tricks of yours can only deceive guys like Shan Dan Maru......"

The Female Inquisitor's eyes widened for a moment. After realizing what he said, the first thought that jumped into her mind was "Ah, how many nicknames did this brother give his brother in the morning?"

And then, it's "Ah, you really can't fool the white cut black anijia that exploded in the double Q in the original work?,What can I do if it goes on like this?".

As if pleased with the look of amazement at the sight of the Female Inquisitor, Mustache continued to speak slowly in a tone that was so gentle that it was terrifying: "What do I have to say that you can understand—your glorious past, or your incredible status, doesn't matter to me......"

Looking back at her from such a close distance, the cold breath between his lips and teeth seemed to hit her face with every word he spoke.

"Because no matter how hard you try, it's useless - look at me, I've been ruined by the Gen Yoshitsune. ”

He let out a sneer, perverse, twisted.

"Hahaha...... Do you see? The sharp horns of this demon, the bone spurs that are born from the plain birth, the distorted face, the ugly hands ......."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand in front of her eyes, spreading his fingers so that she could see her thick, swollen joints, rough skin, and long, sharp black nails—no longer human hands, more like "finger claws."

The Female Inquisitor gasped unconsciously.

When the two confronted each other just now, because she had to concentrate on observing his intentions and predicting his next move, she focused all her attention on his expression and body movements, and did not pay too much attention to his subtle abnormalities in facial features and appearance.

Seeing all this so closely, she suddenly felt the intuitive form of the so-called "real damage caused by the dark fall", and she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, as if a cold wave was surging up, slowly covering and submerging her little by little, until it was completely extinguished.

She tried her best to control the chill in her heart, and finally she had to bite her lower lip, because if she didn't, she might gradually lose control of her body shaking because of the cold feeling, until her teeth chattered—

Mustache looked at all this coldly, suddenly shook his head, changed his expression, silently hooked the corners of his lips, looked at her with pity, and said slowly, word by word: "Oh-poor. ”

He watched her, slowly withdrawing his right hand, which was spread out in front of her, and tentatively pinched the back of the knife in her hand at his throat at his neck.

Then, slowly, with great force, he pulled the knife away from his throat - without any resistance or resistance.

This result made a real smile appear in his blood-red eyes.

He slowly pulled her blade to a distance of more than a foot from his throat, and when he was free from the threat of the blade, he did not immediately jump up to attack her, nor did he immediately run away from her, but turned completely around and faced the female inquisitor, the "good master" of the brother's mouth.

"I entrusted my brother to you. He said suddenly, simply, "Nayamamaru is a little naïve...... However, please take care of him in the future. ”

Knemaru: !?

“...... Anijia!" he shouted excitedly, looking like he was going to die.

"Come back with us, Anijia! It doesn't matter what it looks like, Anijia is Anijia...... I'm good, it's my master, or it's all of Honmaru's people...... If you explain it well, you will understand why Anija has become such a distress...... "He said excitedly and distressedly, with an expression of earnest and expectation, so upside down and so earnestly and unusually at the mustache that stood in front of the female inquisitor.

Despite what Knemaru said, Mustache Kiriri, who was standing in front of the female inquisitor, didn't even turn his head to look at his brother.

He pulled away the inquisitor's blade pointed at his throat, his blood-red eyes locked tightly on her face, as if with a power that could bewitch others, and he slowly reached out to her knife-wielding wrist, cold fingers lightly resting on her wrist.

The female inquisitor's eyebrows jumped slightly, but she didn't immediately burst out and kill him.

Mustache smiled. Because of that smile, the little tiger teeth that had become a little sharp loomed on his lips.

Then, slowly but resolutely, he flipped her wrist in a small half turn, and then slowly held her hand, and pulled it down a little bit, until he pressed her hand completely down to his side, and the tip of the knife in his hand was completely pointed at the ground—

"Well, although the source Yoshitsu has done unforgivable things to me, there is finally a god judge who seems to be good. He said with a smile in a light-hearted, laid-back tone, the ease with which he had not fallen had finally returned to him.

The Tempter's lips quirmed, and her voice sounded like it had been squeezed out of her throat.

“...... What the hell did he do?!"

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