Chapter 71
This is the day before the event starts.
What the live streaming platform needs is not 100% restoration, and the event element can be said to be a gimmick.
In fact, as long as the characteristic object is there, it will not be reported.
So Kitsunesuke, who was standing near Munechika's computer and saw the content of the lottery, turned around and suggested, "It's Yamaubakiri-dono, then... how about just covering yourself with a blanket?"
After all, moving the buildings in the main castle at night always makes a noise, and there are two more swords in the main castle, so it is easier to expose the movement of taking clothes. Kitsunesuke feels that it is very difficult to be caught between Chidori and Munechika, and if the other swords are hidden in the circle...
Just thinking about it gives me chills.
Munechika withdrew his hand from the lot, looked at the words on it, and secretly relaxed.
It would be difficult if you draw a sword from the Honmaru.
Yamaubakiri?
According to what Kitsunesuke said, it was indeed a method, but Munechika shook his head.
"I understand," Kitsunesuke thought it was as expected, and he leaned over to rub Munechika's palm, "It's still the same time tonight, right? I'll come~"
Munechika Mikazuki is very serious about everything he does, and he never does things half-heartedly even if his abilities are limited.
Just like the previous cooking, I also want to do the original live broadcast.
Kitsunesuke had thought about the reason for the difference in Mikazuki-dono before, and attributed it to the relationship with the owner of Mikazuki-dono. Even now, he has not changed his mind.
Its nose twitched and it suddenly sat up straight from a relatively relaxed position, its tail wagging.
The smell of fried tofu!!
It jumped off the table in two steps and ran out the door while shouting.
"Mikazuki-dono! It's almost lunch time, hurry up!"
Munechika looked at its back as it ran away in a flash of smoke. It even remembered to close the door at the end, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.
Mikazuki Munechika's true form was quietly lying on the knife rack in the room.
When not wearing battle uniforms, swordsmen rarely carry their original bodies with them, because they are not in a state of fighting at all times.
The aroma of food wafts over, but it’s still some time before the actual meal starts.
Munechika took out the tools for maintaining the sword and began to maintain the knife once a day.
The arrival of new swords in Honmaru also adds new vitality.
Chatani Nakiri likes housework. Because she is said to have been a kitchen knife,
He is quite good at cooking and seems to be a good chef too.
Jiang Xue Sawamonji hates war and prefers peace. He may not be as good at housework as other Sanzhendao, but he likes Hata Touban very much.
Probably because of these two reasons, Chidori chose to awaken the two swords after opening up the fields.
Although except for Munechika Mikazuki, all the swords in Honmaru look like they are household swords.
But on the battlefield, none of them is weak. Nakiri Kitaya is restraining her legendary overly powerful strength, Esetsu Sawamonji is quite good in combat, and although Cangdaikiri is not as terrifying as the first two, she is also a sword with sufficient experience, not to mention Yaken.
Even without Sochin and Mikazuki, the four of them would have won a great victory.
After going out yesterday, Nanakiri Chatani came back happily to find Chidori. Their entire team didn't even suffer a scratch, and they also brought back a lot of resources.
"Is there a lack of resources in Honmaru?" Nanakiri Chatani was shorter than Chidori, who had grown a little taller now. Her pink hair was tied with a hairband, and her long ponytail swayed and then stopped. He showed it to Chidori like a treasure, "After the deployment was completed, there was still some time before dinner, and we deployed twice more. Look~"
Well, that's probably the amount he and Cangdai Kirito can use to go out for five days.
As to whether they really only fought three times this time, the answer can basically be determined by looking at the frustrated look on Yaken's face and the helpless smile of Dodakikiri, who came to greet them after their return.
……Thanks for your hard work.
When Munechika had finished maintaining the knife and installed the disassembled handle and guard one by one, and finally closed the scabbard, he heard footsteps approaching and then disappearing outside his room, as well as a notification voice with a dialect accent.
"Mikazuki, it's time to eat~"
He glanced sideways and placed the sword steadily on the knife holder.
Even if no one answered, I still responded.
8888 live broadcast room.
The audience had been looking forward to this day like the stars and the moon.
I have never felt that the six-day time limit was so long before, and even if Sochin Sankazuki was not broadcasting live, there were people squatting in the live broadcast room day and night, and they naturally got the news that the other party had drawn Yamaubakiri Kunihiro in the first place.
Who is Yamaubakiri Kunihiro? He is being fucked! Who is being fucked? It is a swordsman who hides himself under the sheets!
What’s the point? The point is the sheets!
However, not everyone thought of this. Most of them just waited and wailed in the live broadcast room because they hadn’t seen Mikazuki for a long time.
Even if Munechika Sanriku was free and released four or five videos a day, it would only be a passing fad for them.
It was still four in the morning.
The number of people in the live broadcast room has increased from a few to many. Compared with the first grand occasion, this time it is still good.
[I've been waiting so long, is this official event in the river? In this river?]
[I feel like staying in his livestreaming room is a welfare activity, but I really can’t livestream once every half a month. Ugh. Ugh. —]
[Good sister, who says it’s not true:)]
[You all came so early? Didn’t the notice say it starts at 6 o’clock?]
[I see]
[I am here every day]
[I haven’t seen him for a long time, and I couldn’t bear the loneliness, so I decided to come in to see if I was not the only one who was obsessed with him]
[But think about it, what if, what if it starts broadcasting earlier?]
Maybe this sister's mouth has been blessed.
It was not yet six o'clock. When the clock just approached five o'clock, the dark scene changed.
It is still dark, but it is no longer black.
The dark blue picture represents a dark night without any light. By slightly raising the camera and turning up the brightness, the audience can see the sparse stars in the sky.
!!!
The person who noticed it immediately jumped up from his lazy position on the bed.
Open your eyes wide and breathe more gently.
“——”
The subtle sound of the sword being unsheathed was picked up by the sound card and transmitted to the live broadcast room, where it was particularly obvious.
The white noise caused by the night wind is also fully included.
The knife cut through the air, and the blade reflected the moonlight, briefly illuminating the surrounding scenery. They saw white fluttering cloth, half a neck, a small part of the cheek, and dark blue hair that drew an arc in the air.
The moonlight showed the trajectory of the sword. The movements were not fast enough to be seen with the naked eye, but the sword light flashed every time.
It proves that it is not only beautiful, but also has considerable lethality.
dawn.
The sun has not actually risen yet, but the light that can illuminate the earth has already arrived.
It started from the not-so-bright blue and dimly illuminated the people on the ground.
As a single-edged weapon, the sword is used for attacking by chopping, swinging, and stabbing. The length of the sword limits the stabbing.
Use does not mean it is completely unusable.
The movements of swinging the sword in the picture are not much different from real combat.
There is not much frills, the chopping, slashing and stabbing are all direct, clear, crisp and neat.
If there is an enemy in front of you, it will be a feast of battle.
However, when the sword is swung in front of the camera, it seamlessly carries the beauty that is deliberately displayed when facing the camera.
Movement and stillness are controlled perfectly, without any blind effort, nor too lightly so as to lose strength.
His strength was so precise that every move triggered every movement in his body, and he knew exactly what arc the hair should form due to inertia.
When he made the last move, the sword was put back into the scabbard, and the white cloth draped over his body never fell off his head due to the movement. He lowered his head slightly, and it should be difficult to see his expression, but the camera that captured him was at an upward angle.
Then a pair of half-closed eyes came into the picture, and the rising sun happened to bring brighter sunlight. Although it was clearly backlit, his features could be seen clearly.
The fundus of the eyes, affected by the warm ambient light, appears particularly gentle.
Ethereal and illusory is the equivalent of a heart-throb catcher.
“——”
There was a slight sound, and the picture was cut off.
From 5:00 to 5:40, from the beginning to the end of the sword-fighting, the barrage remained silent until the screen was cut off, and the previous liveliness did not return.
Number of people online: 23214.
6 o'clock is approaching, and almost everyone except those who arrive late is on their way to the live broadcast room.
Someone came in to see what the outstanding sisters in the live broadcast room were talking about, but when he came in, he saw a group of people sitting quietly in front of a black screen, and the earliest item on the bullet screen list next to them was from thirty minutes ago.
If you say there is no one there, then there are people there.
But as to why it suddenly became so quiet, there was not a single clue on the barrage.
The number of people online was jumping up and down. Regardless of whether they were familiar with the live broadcast room or not, they were all startled by the strange silence. After looking at the webpage, they couldn't find the reason. Finally, they couldn't hold it in anymore and slowly swiped through one by one.
[? ]
[…I didn’t turn on the bullet screen?]
[I’m stuck?]
[bug?]
Seeing the same barrage of comments slowly passing by, I realized that there was nothing wrong with the live broadcast room.
[No, what's wrong? Speak
? ]
[Did these 20,000 people fall asleep while on the line all night?]
Another minute or two passed.
[Maybe.]
Those who came in afterwards and waited expectantly for the host to start the live broadcast, they had a simple exchange and discussion. Meanwhile, those who had just stared at the computer for 40 minutes and didn't even want to type, and were still in a daze after the show ended, slowly came back to their senses.
Their scattered bullet screens were interspersed among the normal bullet screens, but because of the large number of people, they seemed numerous, making the bullet screens denser.
[I’m really looking forward to it. I haven’t seen him live in a long time!]
[I almost died]*
[Is it six o'clock? Almost there, 7 minutes left, great!]
[…Shit, I just realized it, it was so suffocating, I didn’t record the screen!!]*
[Hmm? What is the left saying?]
[My heart was beating so fast just now that I almost thought I was going to cry for help]*
[Wow wow wow, I'm so excited that my hands are shaking now, is anyone recording the screen? I'm extremely invincible and empty right now, please, whoever is recording the screen, let me watch it again!!]
The audience, who had just arrived, finally realized something.
[??? What did I miss?!? It was supposed to be on air at 6 o'clock. Why do you guys act like it just aired?]
[Don’t ask. If you ask, I will die without regrets.]
[I can, my god, how can he be so awesome]
[I really didn’t expect this to happen]
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa——]
The people who finally came to their senses went crazy and filled the screen with white text, but it was almost 6 o'clock at this time.
Then the black screen behind the white text began to move.
As soon as the live broadcast started, Munechika was bombarded with bullet screens: "Hahaha, this really scared me."
The author has something to say: Ahhhhhhh, I ahhhhh——
Audience: Even if you don’t say anything, you’re still a good grandfather.
Munechika: Don’t ask. The question is about the self-cultivation of public artists.
(Actually, Kitsunesuke opened the wrong one)
You are a peerless hero in the country. Rest in peace QAQ.
Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket: Nicknames will not be displayed to non-friends 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Qingxiao;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
Sticky angels, muah muah muah!
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