Chapter 156

"When did you get the right to be dissatisfied?"

The soft white hair was mercilessly tormented under his hands.

Although Fuyuki didn't know whether her counterpart in the other world had committed suicide or something terrible that had frightened the lively crane to this state, but—

She used even more force in her movements.

"Eh? Wait, wait, wait, my hair!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga complained.

Dongshu hugged his neck tightly and said in a wicked voice, "Since you dared to do such a thing, you should have thought about the consequences."

But even so, he shouldn't have vented his fear while driving! Doesn't he know how dangerous that is?!

hateful--!

"You're so mean. It's fine if it's in the wild forest, but if it were in the city, you would take away all your points and money, leaving nothing at all."

She leaned close to his ear and continued to threaten him menacingly: "The swords that do bad things will be on a rotating shift when they get back, you know. I'll have Hasebe keep an eye on you."

Although Hasebe's current training level is not as high as Tsurumaru Kuninaga's, his loyalty alone can definitely help the Saniwa suppress this leaping crane.

"Hmm? Do you realize you were wrong?"

The young Saniwa's soft voice surrounded Tsurumaru Kuninaga in a three-dimensional way. Since he didn't really intend to punish him, the words didn't have much of a deterrent effect.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, however, continued to plead in a low voice, "Master, I was wrong~"

Hehe, I'll do it again next time.

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you," she drawled. "The sound was too soft, I didn't hear anything."

The wind whistled past her ears, and Fuyuki's body seemed to be fixed to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's body, the tsukumogami gripping her arms as firmly as steel.

The two figures moved nimbly among the branches, their movements as agile as ninjas.

“I said—” he obediently raised his voice.

The winter tree pricked up its ears.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smirked, then burst into laughter: "I'll do it again next time—!"

Fuyuki: "?"

The hand gripping her hair tightened suddenly.

There won't be a next time!

This bad crane.

As Dongshu skipped and jumped along the way, he looked down and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Familiar silver hair cascaded down, and a burly man wearing magic glasses followed beside him.

She immediately raised her arms excitedly and called out, "Gin—"

Vodka heard the sound, looked up warily, and saw two people flying overhead like birds, his pupils shrinking.

"Big...Big brother..."

Gin said impatiently, "Shut up."

He adjusted his hat.

Vodka immediately silenced him.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked down along with Fuyuki's voice, and raised an eyebrow after seeing who it was: "What's this guy doing here?"

Fuyuki blinked; she didn't know either.

But the other party's presence here is not a good sign.

Fuyuki patted Tsurumaru Kuninaga on the shoulder: "Let's go down."

The fallen leaves underfoot were crushed, making a soft, cracking sound.

Fuyuki curiously ran up to Gin and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Gin looked at her without saying a word, his green eyes holding a color that Fuyuki couldn't understand.

Dongshu tilted his head and looked him in the eye: "Were you following me?"

She discovered a new bug and now needs to fix it.

Why has Gin, who has always been loyal and obedient, suddenly become disobedient?

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around him instantly plummeted to zero.

An invisible pressure descended upon Gin and Vodka. Before Vodka could even comprehend the situation, he was forced to his knees.

Gin, however, remained standing in his original posture.

Fuyuki's eyes were devoid of emotion as she looked at Gin, ice creeping inch by inch onto his body.

This area was the place she prepared for Morofushi Kagemitsu. Not many people knew about it, but as an indispensable member of the plan, Gin naturally knew about it as well.

However, the information that I brought the person here today is not something the other party should know.

Her lips turned down, and a storm was brewing in her eyes.

Something went out of control, and without her knowledge, the loyal dog mutated.

The spirit silently nudged Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was standing aside watching the show, and then pointed at the vodka.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga instantly understood and quickly dragged the suppressed person away from there.

Suddenly, only Fuyuki and Gin remained.

The wind in the woods is extremely cold; it attacks everyone indiscriminately, disturbing one's vision and making one's mind uneasy.

Gin made a move.

He took a step forward, then raised his hand to remove his hat, pulled it to his chest, and knelt on one knee: "Boss..."

His voice was hoarse and low, which inexplicably sent a chill down one's spine.

Dongshu raised his eyes, crossed his arms, and remained silent, displaying a familiar air of authority.

She waited for him to continue speaking.

"Are you really not going to want us anymore?"

Do you really not want me anymore?

He couldn't bring himself to say it, so he hid himself among "us".

The boss who personally selected him has also supported him all the way to where he is now.

However, now, the Boss has voluntarily given his position to someone else.

In Gin's eyes, this wasn't an escape, it was an abandonment.

The boss abandoned these useless people.

What he found most unacceptable was that he was abandoned.

Dongshu's eyes trembled, and she did not answer for a moment.

Of all the key figures in the series of plans that arose from the capricious demands of the world's consciousness, only Gin was unaware of the reasons behind the plans.

No one told him, and she didn't feel the need to tell that person.

Gin is the heart of the organization; he is dedicated to the organization and is an indispensable figure in the timeline.

His fate didn't change much, it just took him two steps closer to the future.

Fuyuki didn't feel the need to shatter his worldview as well.

"Are only swords and knives useful to you? Is wine useless to you?"

He spoke slowly, his gaze falling on the boss's feet, where there were crumpled remnants of dry branches and leaves.

Swords can be used to slay enemies for their masters, becoming powerful tools for advancing, while wine is merely a pastime after victory.

Kurosawa Jin became wine, not swords.

"If that's the case... then why make me Gin?"

Wasn't he handpicked by the authorities?

If it was useless from the start, why choose it?

Fuyuki paused, realizing that something about Gin in front of him seemed off.

"...Don't you like this code name?"

She crouched down, looking confused, and then peered down at Gin's expression.

Gin had no expression, but he conveyed a deep sense of mourning.

"I like it." He uttered those two words indifferently.

He likes everything the Boss gives him.

The boss chose him, taught him, protected him, and loved him... Everyone says Gin is a good dog raised by the boss.

Every day I'm either doing tasks or on my way to doing tasks.

Eighty percent of the organization's traitors and undercover agents died at his hands, making him a fearsome figure.

But he's clearly only a young man in his early twenties.

Fuyuki personally nurtured his growth, yet he also chose to abandon him.

No, you don't like it.

His cold and decisive words shattered his self-hypnosis.

Dongshu raised his head, reached out and lifted his head, making him look at him.

"If you don't like it, just say so."

In that instant, she seemed to see the boy she had once brought out of there, incredibly aloof, with a fierce edge about him.

It was at that moment that she became certain that this person was the top killer the world consciousness had spoken of.

That kind of crazy obsession with blood, that kind of thrilling excitement at death.

He was not afraid, and even felt satisfied that he could do more.

Gin is undoubtedly a born killer.

Gin's eyes trembled, and something seemed to be slowly disappearing from them.

Gin was originally his codename, chosen for him by the timeline and the previous boss.

But now it seems that the code name has been rejected.

Dongshu changed the subject.

"However, your preferences will not influence my decision."

She gripped his chin tightly, drawing closer, allowing him no room to flinch.

A cold, disdainful gaze fell upon him, each word striking Gin's heart like a chilling frost.

"When did you get the right to be dissatisfied?"

Even though she liked Gin, her subordinate who was efficient and had a 100% completion rate, she didn't have much time to care about his feelings.

Kurosawa Jin is Gin.

It's not a tsukumogami.

This person was her subordinate, not her family member.

As long as he remains Gin, whether he is loyal to her, loyal to his ex, or loyal to Morofushi Kagemitsu.

He belongs to the organization.

He doesn't belong to her.

Gin lowered his head, and his green eyes seemed to turn a vivid blood red in an instant.

He subtly curled the corners of his lips into a smile, his voice hoarse and tinged with possessiveness.

"yes."