Chapter 10

Third person perspective.

Upon returning to the citadel, Fuyuki received continuous care from everyone. After being missing for less than a day, the Tsukumogami's worries had reached their peak.

This is their most beloved, most important, and most precious Saniwa.

They actually disappeared right next to them! That's incredibly negligent!

He watched as they "coincidentally" met again, chatting with her while his eyes kept glancing at the tsukumogami on her body.

Fuyuki sighed helplessly, like a little adult: "Everyone doesn't need to be like this, that kind of thing won't happen again."

"I promise."

Under the focused gaze of the Saniwa and with the Saniwa's firm assurance in their ears, the Tsukumogami had no choice but to suppress the lingering fear in their hearts.

"...Yes, we understand." Ichigo Hitofuri responded, but it was unclear whether the tsukumogami around him, who were concealing their figures, had actually heard him.

As Dongshu sensed the scattered spiritual energy feedback, he felt somewhat bewildered, yet also amused.

I was at a loss because it was the first time someone had shown me such concern.

It's funny that even when spiritual energy was floating right in front of them, they didn't change their actions of concealing themselves.

The purpose of the spiritual energy that was so clearly directed and detected without her intentionally concealing it is obvious.

Regardless of whether it was Ichigo Hitofuri, who was unexpectedly brought out, or the tsukumogami who were hiding and observing the situation, they were all on the same page.

They're all kind of cute.

Dongshu remained silent, withdrew his spiritual power, and ceased his investigation.

Normally, she doesn't use her spiritual power to investigate situations while she's in the citadel. Everyone needs privacy when living together.

After this.

Fuyuki didn't know if her assurance had helped the spirits recover from their shock, but their encounters with them did decrease significantly afterward.

Then came another leisurely, ordinary daily life.

After being sent back by the world, she reported the invasion of the derivative world to the current government. The staff visibly became busy, and according to rumors, it seemed that a new branch was to be established specifically to handle this matter.

There is no specific information available, and what has been leaked is likely deliberately released by the government, given that it is an organization with strict discipline.

Fuyuki's incident also prompted the government to re-examine the safety of the citadel, as a Saniwa had disappeared within the citadel, or perhaps been taken away by another world.

Their supposedly absolutely safe citadel, the home of the Saniwa, and the most secure place for the Tsukumogami, has been proven wrong.

This also served as a wake-up call.

After all, no one could have imagined that the Time Retrograde Army's previous defeats were due to them having a new target. This made some high-ranking officials worry and gave the Saniwa a new understanding of the Time Retrograde Army.

Perhaps they are not mindless, chaotic beings, but rather have shallow consciousness. They are part of the chaotic world where the current political situation is located, making them a tough nut to crack for the Time Retrograde Army.

It is not a wise move to confront the Saniwa led by the current government head-on.

Each Honmaru is a powerful fighting force.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with the current winter tree.

Recently, everyone has been in a strange, quasi-truce state.

While it's said that no deployment is needed, sometimes time-traveling troops suddenly appear, and the assigned citadels must immediately send their tsukumogami into battle.

While there is a demand, the citadel is mostly idle. The citadels that used to be so busy with every sword strike, like the one before citadel number 197, are no longer so common.

Even though the number of swords in the citadel has not increased.

Poor Fuyuki, unable to forge a sword: Sad.jpg

Looking at the familiar, unidentified object in front of him, Fuyuki puffed out his cheeks, somewhat disappointed: "So I really am the legendary person with bad luck."

"How could that be?"

Yamato no Kami Yasusada clenched his fist to encourage her: "You'll definitely do it next time, Master."

Don't be discouraged.

He suggested, "Why don't we go and change our mood? I heard that Shokudaikiri-dono made some new sweets today. Let's go and see what they're like."

Dongshu looked at him and nodded: "Okay."

The sword has been forged four times today. Even with the compensation from the government, resources are no longer as scarce as before.

But she didn't want to invest too many resources in the unsuccessful knife-forging project.

Speaking of which, I checked the terminal yesterday and it seems that the Blade God Society has reopened its space. Maybe I should go and take a look sometime.

The thought came to mind.

Using his spiritual power, Fuyuki brought the swordsmith's shikigami to life, tidied up the forging room, and removed the slightly crooked translator from his chest and fastened it back in place.

"I'm a little tired."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly rose higher, and Fuyuki found himself nestled close to the warm embrace of the young tsukumogami.

Yamato no Kami Yasusada picked her up.

She was startled.

Yamato no Kami Yasusada patted her back gently, "If you're tired, Master, please rest. I'll take you there."

This was the first time he had embraced the Saniwa.

It was as warm and... fragile as I had imagined.

Yamato no Kami Yasusada felt the small, thin body of the Saniwa in his arms, and the image of the sickly Saniwa under the moonlight that night appeared in his mind.

Fuyuki reached out and hugged his neck, then skillfully rested his head on the boy's shoulder.

Okay.

"Then I'll have to ask An Ding to take me there."

Her voice, soft and childlike, flowed into people's hearts.

Fuyuki, now a child, has unknowingly gotten used to being hugged by everyone.

The shortest and smallest creature in the citadel, even though the position of Saniwa should be respected, still evokes a sense of affection from the Tsukumogami towards the young.

Dongshu lay there obediently, looking at the deep blue hair in front of her, and her restless hands no longer wanted to wrap around her neck.

Unlike Kiyomitsu, she has blue hair and a tied-up ponytail, but she has so much hair. I'm so envious.

As Dongshu recalled her somewhat hazy past life and thought about the present, her hair had never been thick, and she couldn't help but shed tears silently in her heart.

Sensing that the Saniwa was suddenly feeling down, Yamato no Kami Yasusada asked with concern, "Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

As he spoke, he tried to change his position.

"no."

Fuyuki used a little force to stop Yamato no Kami Yasusada's movements.

"Nothing's wrong, let's keep going, Anding."

With his head close to the tsukumogami's ear, Fuyuki responded softly.

Yamato no Kami Yasusada's ears turned red; it was the first time he had ever heard a child's deep, muffled voice.

To be honest, she's kind of cute.

Yamato no Kami Yasusada silently admired the Saniwa's cuteness.

Fuyuki finally made a move on Yamato no Kami Yasusada's hair.

Touching his hair, pinching it, and then grabbing it.

The hairband was pulled forcefully in her hand...

Oh no, it fell!

Looking at the white hairband in her hand, and then at the loose hair in front of her.

Oh dear, it seems I've done something bad.

Dongshu, Dongshu, she was a little flustered.

But right now she was still in the arms of the tsukumogami whose hair was disheveled, and she pressed her face against the tsukumogami's shoulder, rubbing against it.

"I'm sorry, An Ding." Strands of blue hair fell beside her ear, and she exuded embarrassment.

But all that could be heard was a soft laugh.

"Of course it's alright, my master."

"Please continue to caress me tirelessly."