Chapter 25: What a Disaster (1)

"Your Highness Mikazuki, please tell me again, what do you want to try?" Kasen Kanesada's tone gradually became dangerous.

If this renowned and honorable Tsukumogami said something disrespectful to the young Shinsengumi, he would be unworthy of the reputation of a literary katana master and would have to fight hand-in-hand with His Highness Mikazuki!

"Oh? Grandpa, did I say something terrible?" The stagnant atmosphere was broken by Sanriku's question.

No one knows whether Mikazuki is really confused or just pretending to be confused. Anyway, let's just assume that he is really innocent and understand that the words he just used don't have any hidden meaning.

The others all thought that Bai Suchuan didn't understand this English word (no one knew where Sanriku learned it from), but Jiang Jiu could understand it, but he pretended not to understand it. So he, as the center of the gunpowder, had no say in the whole process.

"Haha, it's really nothing special." Yingwan tried to smooth things over.

Bai Suchuan had no important official duties today, and he didn't need to do any trivial chores himself. The other Fusangshen had no inner or battle missions either. They spent several hours in the pavilion before packing up their tea sets and leaving.

As soon as he held the tea set in his arms, Bao Ding volunteered to take them all, saying that he wanted to help his most gentle lord, and ran towards the castle tower.

Bai Qichuan felt his arms lighten, and when he looked up again he could only see the distant figure of Xiao Tandao. He could not help but laugh in frustration and went to the castle tower alone.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise behind me.

"Bang——" the sound of a heavy object falling.

Bai Qichuan turned around suddenly!

I saw Tsurumaru Kuninaga lying on the steps beside the pavilion with his head tilted back and curled up, one hand covering his back and the other covering his head, rolling on the ground and screaming in pain.

The white underwear was grey and covered in dust as its owner rolled down the stairs. Red blood was slowly seeping out of it and rubbed onto the stairs, making it look extremely miserable.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, seriously injured!

? !

Bai Suchuan was shocked!

"Tsurumaru——"

The handsome young man, who was always gentle and measured in his manners, rushed forward with a few big strides, rolled up the sleeve of the white-haired Tsukosanggami, whose face turned pale with pain, clasped his wrists with his five fingers, and used his spiritual power to attack Tsukosanggami's body without hesitation.

The original sword is not with me, so I cannot use spiritual energy to guide the original sword. I can only ask the Tsukumogami for treatment!

Brushing the wound with both hands is the simplest and most effective treatment method. As long as Bai Qichuan moves his mind at will, the spiritual power will flow and output according to his will. Although he himself cannot specifically feel the existence of spiritual power and does not know how to use it in daily life, it always appears at critical moments.

Tsurumaru's condition was extremely critical. He didn't have time to get his original swordsmanship and was about to die!

Moreover, the human form was not easy to move, and the wounds were mostly internal injuries such as fractures, rather than flesh wounds, which were hidden between layers of clothing. Bai Qichuan did not hesitate to use his spiritual power, and directly injected a large amount of it into the cold white wrist that was in contact with his body.

Watching his stamina bar drop, Bai Qichuan, who was exhausted both mentally and physically, felt that this was really an unexpected disaster...

A few hours ago, Tsurumaru Kuninaga passed by the gate of Awataguchi School and encountered a group of sad-looking little knives. After asking, he learned that the little tigers of the Five Tigers retreated somehow climbed to the top of the pavilion in the front yard, and no matter how they persuaded them, they dared not jump down.

Their eldest brother Ichigo Ichijin had never appeared in Honmaru, so Tsurumaru helped enthusiastically. He used his height to climb onto the eaves, put his feet on the pillar, and climbed up to the roof in a few steps, and brought the naughty little tiger down safely.

After receiving thanks from a bunch of little kids, he felt that the slope of the roof was very gentle and the tiles were warm, so it was a good place to bask in the sun, so he climbed up again.

After a while, Bai Suchuan and a few Fusangshen invited everyone to drink tea. No one noticed him above their heads.

Tsurumaru originally wanted to suddenly jump down to scare them. Maybe he could even see Mikazuki's frightened look, which would be very interesting!

He just maintained one posture, motionless, waiting for the best opportunity.

From a high place, he also saw Rantoshiro and Baodingtoshiro in the distance whispering for a long time, and then one of them ran over excitedly. Even if the distance was shortened, the short knife with excellent reconnaissance ability did not find a huge humanoid object above his head.

The timing, location and people are right; it's a great opportunity for a surprise!

Huh? Did you hear the people below talking about interesting topics? Don't interrupt them yet, listen to what interesting things they talk about while drinking tea all day?

Tsurumaru used the concealment skills he had on the battlefield, and as if competing with himself, he hid his presence deeper and deeper.

Keep the same movement, don't turn over, don't move around...

Breathe slowly and gently...

Then Tsurumaru lay on the tiles warmed by the sun and fell asleep in a daze.

"So you were woken up by our movement to leave, and in your trance you forgot you were on the roof, and you turned over and fell down?"

Shirasu Gawa sat on the steps and used his spiritual power to treat Tsurumaru's exposed wounds, while listening to him talk about his own mental journey with an expressionless face.

Tsurumaru was severely injured after falling down, with only a little blood left. Bai Suchuan could no longer care about maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor, and could only squat on the steps to treat his injuries, letting his black hair fall behind him and spread all over the ground.

Now the most fatal internal injuries have been healed by a large amount of spiritual power, and the remaining ones are just flesh wounds. It is very uneconomical to waste spiritual power inefficiently.

Looking around and seeing no one passing by, Tsurumaru simply stood up and lifted the hem of his inner robe, revealing his snow-white calves that were not exposed to the light. There were several bruises on them. These were caused when he rolled down the stairs.

"If you wanted to scare me, then you succeeded this time." Bai Qichuan touched it with his palm filled with spiritual power, his tone was flat, and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry or not.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga grimaced in pain, and said in a serious tone, "Oh, this is a huge shock to me too!"

He even had the mood to care about his clothes. He held up the blood-soaked hem and showed it to Bai Suchuan who was squatting in front of him: "Now that it's dyed red, does it look more like a crane?"

Bai Qichuan raised his head and glanced at the white clothes pulled in front of him.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's inner uniform was very complicated, with several layers on the hem, and looked very thick. The innermost corner of the clothes was dotted with a few red plum blossoms, and further up was a large red wet mark from the leg bone that broke when it hit the edge of the stairs.

“…”

Not wanting to answer, he stretched out his hand and brushed across the white clothes stained with red. After he withdrew his hand, the clothes were as white as new.

"Oh! The white crane is still more beautiful!" Without getting a response from the Shinsengumi, Tsurumaru Kuninaga had to continue the conversation himself.

Shirasu hates disputes, wars, and violence. Although he has become a Shinsengumi who leads the swordsmen and fights to protect history, he has never been to the battlefield in person and has never faced killing and bloodshed.

His Honmaru is very peaceful. Although everyone likes to get close to him, expecting his love and competing for his attention, there is no intrigue common in large families. Everyone is a frank and simple "newborn" Tsukumogami, and the way they express their love and kindness is straightforward and cute.

They knew the Shinsengumi's indifferent nature and even sensed his inner weakness. They never discussed the dangers of fighting in front of him, nor did they complain to him about the hardships of the battlefield.

Therefore, no one had ever been seriously injured in front of him or under his nose.

In the past, he had received the broken and chipped bodies of the team members from the captain, which made him very sad. If the Fusangshen were seriously injured, their clothes were tattered, and their appearance was bloody and hideous, they would generally not come to him, for fear of scaring him who was not aggressive.

However, he was already terrified when he got involved, thinking that this was a cruel thing and that the inevitable war was truly terrifying.

Therefore, he would only send the most powerful team to fight in the real battlefield, and the other inexperienced Fusangshen would practice in the virtual battlefield.

But now in the safe Honmaru, Tsurumaru's injury was entirely caused by his mischief, and it was an avoidable bleeding injury.

Such a hideous scar, so directly in front of him...

Shirasuga had a blank expression on his face and didn't want to answer the grinning Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

His good mood that lasted the whole day was broken by the sudden hand-involved incident. Not only was he sad about the spiritual energy consumed, but he was also terrified by the bloody and shocking scene.

Does it look like a crane or something?

Not interested at the moment.

Baisuchuan casually agreed with Tsurumaru's words indifferently until the Tsukumogami in front of him suddenly opened the collar of his inner robe and pulled it down, revealing a large white back!

! !

"You! Put it on! How disgraceful!"

Bai Qichuan was shocked and quickly stood up and pulled up his clothes to cover the exposed skin.

Tsurumaru wanted to take off his clothes, but he grabbed his collar tightly and wouldn't let go.

"There are still many places on my back that hurt! If I don't get treatment, it will turn into a big bruise..." Tsurumaru said aggrievedly.

"That can't be done in broad daylight..." He retorted anxiously, but couldn't think of any words to describe it. He was still in shock from Tsurumaru's sudden action.

"Well, after being injured in battle, it's inevitable that my clothes will be disheveled. It's just that my back is exposed. It's nothing!"

Tsurumaru took all this very lightly. After all, if the enemy was strong when they went out, the whole team would be almost honest with each other when they came back. Covered in blood and dirt, how could they have the heart to think so much?

But seeing the panicked look on the Shinsengumi's face, his evil taste came back!

We can't just let him go! Because it's really interesting!

"Oh, my shoulders and waist hurt so much. It hurts when I move. I can't walk at all..." He covered his mouth with his hands to the two places he mentioned, indicating that the pain was too severe and he couldn't bear it!

Clearly, he had just had his bones broken and reconnected all over his body and suffered severe internal injuries, but he didn't whine or cry out in pain, let alone have the energy to say things like "his bloodstained white clothes make him look more like a crane."

Now he suddenly cried out in an artificial way, with the corners of his mouth pulled downwards, pretending to be stubborn and strong, and even the corners of his eyes were a little red.

The acting is so obvious and poor that anyone with eyes can tell that he is acting.

Shirasuka believed it.

He panicked!

"Then, what should I do?" He was frightened by Tsurumaru's miserable appearance. He didn't care about being angry. He just felt that the swordsman, who had experienced many battles and had a strong heart, would never complain to him in a weak way unless he was in great pain.

Didn’t you see that the golden eyes of this white-haired Tsukumogami were filled with tears?

When Tsurumaru saw that there was a chance, he continued to display his "acting skills": "Oh, it's not a big deal. My lord, please don't waste your spiritual energy on me anymore. I can walk back by myself, and then I just need to soak my body in the repair fluid for a few days and I'll be fine." He was pitiful and considerate, and acted very strong, which was in line with Shirasu's fantasy of dealing with the proud souls.

What? You have to endure such a serious injury for several days?!

How can this be!

Even if it was just a meaningless wound caused by playing around, there was no need to keep it torturing Tsukosangshen for several days!

We must cure him quickly! We can't let him go back and suffer alone!

I was already heartbroken by the miserable appearance of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was lying alone on the bed in my imagination, not daring to move, with no one to take care of him, and not even able to drink the water on the table.

"Well, can you still walk a few steps? Let's find a room and I'll do it for you in detail."

Bai Suchuan asked cautiously, fearing that he might upset the pride of the sword master.

He had been led astray by Tsurumaru's pretense and had completely forgotten that he could just put his hand into the sword itself instead of having to have skin contact with the Tsukumogami.

"No need, lord. I can walk back to the room by myself. You should go back and rest first. You have already consumed so much spiritual energy for me..." As he said this, he moved forward in small steps at a snail's pace, with a fierce frown on his face, and from time to time he hissed softly, as if he had pulled a wound and was forcibly suppressing his cry of pain.

Each step is only about ten centimeters. If you really walk back like this, you'll have to wait until dawn.

Bai Suchuan would naturally not let him go back little by little, but he really couldn't let Tsurumaru expose his chest and back under the pavilion where people might pass by at any time - he really couldn't get over it in his heart!

At Tsurumaru's pace, it would take a long time for him to walk to the nearest house and put his hand in, and he would have to endure the torture of the wound for a long time.

What should I do? Is it really...

Shirasu made up his mind.

He pulled Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was crawling at a snail's pace, and pointed to the rockery near the pavilion, "Let's go there. It's much closer than the room. I'll help you there. Don't be stubborn and don't endure it alone."

Tsurumaru looked towards the rockery. It was an "concave"-shaped rockery with only one side open. Under normal circumstances, one would not expect someone to hide there. It was certainly not "in broad daylight".

He looked at the Shinsengumi who had his arms stretched straight out with an anxious and distressed look on his face, and his long white eyelashes trembled.

...What's going on? This feeling...

Is it your conscience that is hurting?

The steel-burned conscience only hurt for a moment, and Tsurumaru happily continued to act, trembling towards the rockery. Shirasu's heart also trembled with his unsteady steps, and he supported him carefully, just like supporting an old man who was about to die, fearing that he would collapse.

When they finally reached the sheltered spot on the rockery, both of them, exhausted both physically and mentally, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Tsurumaru didn't move, Baisuchuan felt a little shy and pointed at his collar.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga pretended to be confused and tilted his head to ask, "What's wrong here? My waist and shoulders hurt, but my neck is not injured."

“…”

Ah! How shameful! Do I have to say it out loud?

Bai Qichuan frantically adjusted himself in his heart: Think it through! This is not some kind of money-making thing, this is a serious healing! Of course it is normal to take off clothes, don't let your mind slide into the abyss of vulgarity!

The way of a gentleman is to be free from worries and fears, and to have no guilt. He should not be bound by his own etiquette, but should benefit the world!

Are you going to ignore others' requests for help just to stick to your own etiquette?

"Tsurumaru, you can open your clothes like you did just now, and I will use my spiritual power to heal your wounds." He finally said it, Bai Suchuan pretending to be calm, his voice did not tremble. But the redness on his face clearly showed his restless psychological activities.

Seeing that Shirasuga had been teased so much that he would get angry if he continued to tease him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga readily unbuttoned his clothes.

His back was very smooth and white, just like his entire body, gleaming white. Even though it was already late, his skin, which was much whiter than that of an ordinary person, was very obvious. Among the gray and dark rocks, he stood out like a white crane with its wings spread.

As soon as the collar was opened, it slid down smoothly to the waist. Suddenly, the entire upper body was exposed, visible at a glance.

Bai Suchuan took a deep breath secretly.

This kind of picture is too much!

Especially for someone like him who is conservative in his thinking and has never seen the open atmosphere of modern society, the exposure of such a large area of ​​body skin is no less than a "blow to the head".

But he just sighed that Tsurumaru was not an ordinary person after all, and his immortal aura was incomparable to ordinary people. He was reminded again: this was the spirit transformed from his beloved sword.

After being shocked for a moment, he calmed down and looked at his injuries.

It was indeed very serious. The bruise on my shoulder had already turned purple, and if I left it alone it might stay purple for many days.

The wound on the waist was even more terrifying, with a large bruise, probably caused by a severe collision with the ground, and perhaps a muscle strain.

He stopped having these random thoughts, straightened his expression, and pressed the wound gently with his palm.

He had no time to recall any moral ethics, nor did he bother to think about the delicate touch of the skin under his palms. He just wanted to eliminate the bruises and bumps in front of him and restore the Fusangshen to his original state.

Being gently caressed by warm hands feels like a feather brushing against your skin.

...It's a bit itchy, Tsurumaru thought.

Tsurumaru Kuniyoshi was divided up forever and no more trouble was caused.

Until all the discord in his sight disappeared, Shirasuga silently pulled up Tsurumaru's collar, too tired to talk.

It was too exhausting, and the reduction of his spiritual power made him feel tired and drowsy. He wanted to just fall down and sleep.

Tsurumaru regained his energy, but he found that the Shinsengumi seemed unhappy and had a gloomy expression.

After repairing the severely injured Tsurumaru to perfect health, Shirasuga walked back to the castle tower, dragging his exhausted body with his spiritual power exhausted.

Tsurumaru also knew that he had accidentally caused trouble, causing the Shinsengumi to consume his spiritual energy and be in a bad mood. He did not try to lighten the atmosphere by saying things like "dye red" or "make a terrifying appearance", and sent Shirasuka back quite frustrated.

The Shinsengumi is usually good-tempered, so if he remains silent he must be sulking!

Although the Shinsengumi said that he was not angry and would not punish him, it was obvious that he was unhappy with his stern face!

The smile is gone! I'm pouting all the time!

No, he had to find a way to make the Shinsengumi happy!

*

Bai Qichuan's physical strength dropped significantly, and before he rested and recovered, he had almost no mobility. So Jiang Jiu wanted to switch identities.

He didn't stay long at Baisuchuan's side, and the time spent at the Nine Square Array was even shorter. Jiang Jiu first tried whether the Nine Square Array could be controlled, but found that the character was still in a coma and could not log in. So he still switched to Ji Teng Siye.

It was the evening when Ji Teng Siye was just discharged from the hospital. Jiang Jiu had the opportunity to experience the life of a strong man with extreme self-discipline.

In the absence of distractions, he lived completely according to the schedule he wrote down in the memo every morning, only reserving a few time periods in the table for flexible use to deal with various unexpected events.

Jiang Jiu decided that even if he was going to be OOC tomorrow, he would still make his schedule more humane. He couldn't let Ji Teng Si drink coffee and eat ice cream at the same time!

Of course, a self-disciplined person would not endlessly check his phone before going to bed. Even if Jiang Jiu wanted to try to tempt himself with the poison of the phone, at the stipulated time of 11:30, his hand holding the phone seemed to have its own will - extinguished - and threw it under the bed.

Jiang Jiu was envious. If he had such action-oriented spirit of “not fearing the power of mobile phones” in real life, and went to bed early and got up early to improve himself, he would have overthrown his boss, achieved success in his career, and reached the pinnacle of life!

Unfortunately, not only can I not quit the Internet addiction, I have also developed a gaming addiction. ——From a poor guy who spent money on gaming skins.

Jiang Jiu was very interested in experiencing the quality of sleep of a strong man, and curiously asked the system to record Ji Teng Siye's sleeping status. Does he not need to change his sleeping position for the whole night, or does he have to change his sleeping position at a fixed time every time?

On the other side, Jiu Fangzhen was lying in the ward set up by Jia Ru Nitro in the technical college, and several groups of people came and went around him.

Kyuubajin was sent back to the high school by Ijichi Jiegao along with Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori Yuji. Among the three, Fushiguro Megumi was the most seriously injured, and if he had been a step later, he would have lost too much blood and died. Kyuubajin was the second, with a skull fracture, multiple serious impact injuries, and even internal organs pierced by broken bones.

The person who was least injured was Yuji Itadori, who was in the most dangerous situation at the time.

The arm that was cut off by the special cursed spirit and the heart that was taken out were all healed by Ryomen Sukuna by accident. Except for the bloodstains left by the random arrows and stones in the Nine Square Array, and a finger that was broken by self-torture when he went crazy, his body was in perfect health.

In comparison, the mental trauma is more serious.

Yuji Itadori faced the same mental attack as Ryomen Sukuna, and was tortured insanely by the field of the Nine Square Array.

That day he forced himself to call Yidi Zhijiegao, but just when he had time to report that he was safe, his head tilted and he fainted.

After returning to the technical college and recovering from my illness, I slept for a whole day and night before I regained my full energy.

Fushiguro Megumi was the first to recover among the three injured people. He almost fainted at the same time as Jiufangzhen. Before he fell unconscious, he only remembered to protect Jiufangzhen in his arms to prevent him from suffering secondary injuries. Then he lost consciousness.

It is said that Yidi Zhijiegao took great pains to move the three corpses into the car and send them back to the college that day.

However, in the world of curse arts, there is a god-level healing skill called the Reversal Technique. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is still a breath left, it can be healed at the fastest speed.

The next day, Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori had resumed their normal training, preparing for the endless dangerous missions.

However, in the next two days, whenever they had free time, they would run to Jia Ru Nitro's infirmary and could not be driven away.

Even the polite and obedient Megumi Fushiguro was stubborn this time and did some useless and unnecessary things.

Jiu Fang Zhen, who has recovered physically, has not woken up yet for unknown reasons.