Chapter 9

Third person perspective.

The winter tree was bathed in the blinding light from outside the window.

The roar of lightning gradually subsided, but it was still deafening. Dongshu's heart jumped as he listened to the sound.

However, she quickly calmed down and accurately probed the direction of the Time Retrograde Army with her spiritual power. Although her lack of skill in using it resulted in a somewhat vague result, she didn't sense much of the Time Retrograde Army's presence, which meant...

Fuyuki put on her shoes and stood by the window. She was a little scared, but she forced herself to calm down. As a Saniwa, how could she only be afraid when facing the Time Retrograde Army?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga walked over and placed his hand on Fuyuki's head, his large palm slowly soothing her uneasy heart.

He said, "Leave it to me."

Dongshu looked up at him.

Fuyuki had never seen Tsurumaru Kuninaga fight. Their interactions were always brief, with her leaving the time rift after only a few words, and they would never meet again until another night.

Even though they didn't talk much, their relationship improved as the number of conversations increased. Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't sign a contract with the Saniwa, and the spiritual power of the previous master within his body was constantly being depleted.

Caught between conflicting forces, they also continuously battle the Time Travel Army, who are excluded from the world and await the next breakthrough of the world's barriers.

When they first met, Fuyuki not only healed his wounds but also replenished his spiritual power, but the two did not form a contract.

Therefore, Fuyuki could only provide him with some spiritual power occasionally.

Occasionally, something familiar flashes by, and a question will pass through my mind, leaving only a faint trace.

Although Fuyuki had never seen Tsurumaru Kuninaga fight, she always felt that he must be a highly skilled tsukumogami.

—Just like Kiyomitsu.

At the window.

The moonlight shimmered on the white hair of the spirit, and although he was speaking to her, his gaze was fixed on a time-traveling army that was about to emerge from the vortex in the distance.

Fuyuki opened her mouth, wanting to say something encouraging, but then she stopped herself.

She wasn't very good at saying these things, and on the other hand, she inexplicably felt that Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't need to say them.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga removed his hand from her head and slowly squatted down, placing his arm around Fuyuki's shoulder as he gazed into the young Saniwa's dark eyes, where his own image was reflected.

"Master Saniwa, in battle, you can go into battle first to gain the upper hand."

He smiled, stood up, and jumped out of the window. Dongshu watched him run towards the woods not far away.

The tsukumogami heading to the battlefield had a handsome figure and were very convincing, but a thought suddenly appeared in Fuyuki's mind.

Is night battles with a katana really not a big problem?

The question distracted Fuyuki from some of his attention.

She chose to stay inside the house.

She is not good at fighting and cannot fight alongside her own tsukumogami like some other Saniwa.

Fuyuki felt that he would probably never be able to do such a thing.

Even if I am like a ghost right now.

Dongshu sat in the room, her eyes unfocused, her mind blank, her hands idly stroking the fur of the cat in her arms, then scratching her chin.

The body shape sculpted to resemble a cat shares similarities with the cat itself.

The cat squinted its eyes, revealing a comfortable expression.

During her illness, Fuyuki's control over spiritual power improved. She attached her spiritual power to Tsurumaru Kuninaga, which allowed her to observe the situation more closely. Although she understood the situation clearly, she probably couldn't do anything about it.

But it's still much better than knowing nothing at all.

As Tsurumaru Kuninaga arrived, the nauseating aura gradually weakened in his perception.

—

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's brilliant golden eyes turned blood red, his expression became indifferent, the darkness seemed to have no effect on him, and he held the knife steadily and ruthlessly.

Unlike the usual Tsurumaru Kuninaga, his movements were noticeably faster.

He was agile and every move he made was accurate.

His movements were fluid and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

The Time Travelers surrounded Tsurumaru Kuninaga, attempting to trap him, but he moved through them like a nimble crane.

Every swing of his sword carried unparalleled power and speed; his entire body seemed to gleam with a cold light, and wherever he passed, the Time Retrograde Army fell.

The Time Travel Army may not be strong, but there are many of them.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blade was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, causing every Time Retrograde Army that appeared before him to vanish into smoke.

His blood-red eyes grew increasingly cold, as unwavering as a rock, unshaken by his surroundings.

As the number of Time Travelers around him dwindled, Tsurumaru Kuninaga remained uneasy. He focused some of his attention on the newly appearing vortex in the sky, from which a new ominous aura emanated.

The winter tree in the cabin sensed it; it was a strange aura, far more dangerous than the one it had sensed before.

She hugged the fluffy kitten tightly, her fingers sinking into its blue fur, the soft and warm touch enveloping her small hands.

"Master Saniwa".

The world reached out its paw and gently pressed it against Dongshu's soft little face, letting her somewhat cold face feel its warmth and be soothed by the fluffy warmth.

"Don't be afraid."

The world rarely communicates with anyone; its words are somewhat clumsy, yet filled with concern.

According to observations around the world, little girls love fluffy little animals. The fact that it appears before the young Saniwa as a harmless kitten is also something it has thought about.

So, when you're around things you like, you can always shift your focus and let go of your nervousness.

The world thinks so.

"Um......"

Dongshu unconsciously made some meaningless sounds in agreement.

She slowly raised her hand to grasp the kitten's paw resting on her face, but her mind was constantly drawn to the aura she sensed, which was completely different from what she had just felt—a very dangerous aura.

She didn't know if Tsurumaru Kuninaga could handle the new enemy, but the image of him setting off appeared in her mind, giving her an inexplicable sense of trust.

Please stay safe.

—

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's body displayed extreme agility and power in battle.

The sounds of battle echoed in his ears, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga's heartbeat remained unusually calm.

His thoughts were clear and focused; he knew he had to concentrate and leave no room for error.

One by one, the Time Travelers fell, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga's katana never stopped. Every strike he made was full of power and skill, the power forged from countless battles.

These time-traveling troops in front of us are just cannon fodder; the real enemy is yet to come down.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga cleaved the Time Travel Army before him with a single slash, a ruthless glint in his eyes.