In 2205 AD, time criminals who called themselves "historical revisionists" set up a time-travel army and launched attacks on Japan by reversing time.
In order to defeat the Time Reversal Army, the government that was in opposition at the time sent the Judges who had the power to awaken swords and the sword gods of the dead [Sword Men] to various eras and began a battle.
After a long battle that lasted for a hundred years, the Time Travel Army found an important node in time and tried to prevent the swords that were fighting against them from being forged in the first place...!
Although the Time Travel Army did not succeed and the Swordsmen's bodies did not disappear, their past experiences were disrupted, resulting in a lack of faith and they were unable to transform into human bodies.
Fortunately, after greatly weakening the Time Government, the Time Travel Army also suffered a significant reduction in strength for unknown reasons, resulting in a delicate balance point. This also gave the Time Government the opportunity to find the only solution.
After repeated confirmation, the government of time decided to let the judges who were familiar with swords use high technology and their compatibility with their own swords to play the role of sword men and go to other worlds in order to gain the faith and recognition of people in other worlds, thereby awakening the dormant swords.
This mission is top secret in current affairs. Apart from the powerful "Judges" who are selected to complete this mission, there are only a handful of people who know the inside story.
The judge of Honmaru number S100, codenamed "Shibai", is one of the actors.
The story I am about to tell was written by him.
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Whenever night falls, miserable wails echo from the warehouses along the coast. Everyone who lives here understands that this is the most terrifying place in the world, a true darkness that even the street lights and the light of the moon cannot reach.
The air was filled with a fishy smell that was either sea water or blood. Even a drunk who had lost his mind would feel cold if he got close to this place, as if the cold air was flowing from the soles of his feet to the blood vessels throughout his body, thus sobering him up and making him leave this place in panic.
And in this darkness, abruptly, standing in the corner, there was a pure white and clean figure that should not be here.
As if from a Taiga drama, the figure was wearing an ancient set of pure white patterned hakama with armor, and a hood that was not very formal, but seemed to be the way it should be. On the chest where the hood was connected, there were badges and cotton balls carved with crane patterns on the left and right, respectively, connected to a beautiful and exquisite golden chain, and no one knew who was bound.
The young man, whose skin was so white that it seemed to be glowing, stood with one leg bent naturally against the wall, holding a white sword in his hand and his arms folded.
It was not until the moon parted the clouds that I could barely see that handsome and cold face through the shadows.
The young man had soft hair that was equally pure white but not very obediently swung outwards. The slightly longer hair ends were gently attached to the sides of his neck. His golden pupils contained a texture like a mechanical object. The man with a crane-like temperament opened his thin lips slightly, and a clear and clean voice came out: "The current politics is rubbish, and it will end sooner or later."
His voice was very soft, and even his lips only trembled slightly. Even a master lip reader would not be able to obtain any additional information from it.
Obviously, he was speaking only to himself and had no other listeners.
This man with a distinctive appearance is naturally the rare Tsurumaru Kuninaga in "Sword Men". Now that the sword gods have fallen into a deep sleep, the identity of the young man can be imagined.
Shibai lowered his golden eyes that belonged to Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and silently listened to the screams of humans, the deafening clatter of guns, and the impact of bullets.
Fu Ni Shen's body was too sensitive to these sounds. Even if he didn't want to hear them, he couldn't refuse them, not to mention that he couldn't leave this place now.
Because this is an order from the Leader.
Amid the noisy background sounds, Shi Bai keenly caught another sound, which was the light footsteps of a young man that should not have appeared here.
The other party did not hide his thoughts, so Shibai did not deliberately act on guard. He just restrained the emotions on his face, raised the corners of his mouth, curved his eyebrows, and made Tsurumaru Kuninaga's signature smile, muttering to himself: "Ahhh - I'm going to be bored to death."
Shi Bai stood up, no longer in that relaxed posture. He turned his gaze towards the newcomer and said, "I think this is not the place for you to come."
"If you leave now, I can pretend I didn't see it, okay?"
The boy walked from the darkness to the moonlight, with a bandage covering almost half of his face, and a loose suit on his body, but his figure was particularly thin. In this night, his iris-colored pupils could not show their own color. The boy's eyes were fixed quietly on everything, as if they could see through the soul, as cold as medical equipment, making people feel cold.
But the next second, the boy narrowed his eyes and showed a childish smile: "This place is winding and dark, so I got lost accidentally~"
He drew out his voice and called out the young man's name as if he was acting coquettishly: "Mr. Tsurumaru——"
Shi Bai also imitated him and drew out his voice, with a smile in his tone: "It's okay - I will contact the captain to take you back."
"After all, you are the disciple of Dr. Mori, who is the favorite of [that gentleman], so you can't let anything happen here."
"If something goes wrong, it will be a huge shock to Dr. Mori!"
The boy's eyes widened, as if he had heard something incredible: "Eh? Why does Mr. Tsurumaru think I'm Mr. Mori's disciple?"
Shi Bai also showed a surprised expression and asked curiously, "Isn't that so? I remember that you and Dr. Mori were very close?"
The boy frowned immediately. "It's so disgusting, it's like eating expired crab meat and there are slugs crawling around in my mouth! In Mr. Tsurumaru's eyes, Mr. Mori and I are actually described by the word "intimate"! "
Seeing the boy's angry expression, Shi Bai paused, covered his mouth and thought seriously for a while, muttering to himself: "Expired crab meat and slugs...?"
"Hmm! That's a new idea!"
Shi Bai smiled brilliantly, and his golden pupils brightened a little: "This must be a very interesting scare! Thank you so much for giving me new inspiration!"
The boy dragged out his voice again: "Mr. Tsurumaru——"
Shi Bai immediately waved his hands and suppressed the smile on his face, but still had a faint smile on his face: "Hahaha, sorry, sorry."
"But, surprises are necessary in life." Shibai said seriously, "If you can predict everything, your heart will die first."
"Because it's so boring here. If I don't do something to move around, even I'm going to get rusty—"
"Forget it, forget it. I forgive you, Mr. Tsurumaru." The boy puffed his cheeks, and then, as if he had just remembered something important, he said, "Mr. Tsurumaru!"
"What?"
"I agreed to contact the captain to send me back!"
Shi Bai blinked, subconsciously rummaged in his sleeves and arms, and put on an innocent expression: "Ah, I'm so sorry, I didn't bring any communication tools, and [that adult] also ordered me not to leave this position."
The boy complained again, "You are so unreliable, Mr. Tsurumaru."
"Compared to this, even Dr. Mori seems reliable!"
Shi Bai did not refute, but just smiled and said: "Then please be careful, Yokohama is very dangerous at night."
"I know—" The young man turned and left, the wide corner of his suit waving a beautiful arc in the air. He turned his back to everything and spoke in a voice that sounded like he was talking to himself: "Really, I don't know what Mr. Mori is busy with recently. He hasn't come back yet so late..."
When he reached the turning point, he suddenly turned around and waved to Shibai: "By the way, Mr. Tsurumaru, you still don't know my name, right?"
The young man smiled and said, "I am Dazai, Dazai Osamu."
"Next time we meet, remember my name!"
Shibai watched the corner of Dazai Osamu's clothes disappear from the corner, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared as if he was changing his face, turning back to his original emotionless paralyzed face. Then, in a voice that even he couldn't hear, he silently said: Rubbish current affairs.
Dazai Osamu left, skipping along the dangerous stairs, walking alone for a long time. After he was sure that he was out of the sword's range, he raised his head and met Mori Ogai, who was standing not far away in a white coat and smiling at him.
Dazai Osamu's shoulders slumped and he yawned lazily, "Mr. Mori, can't you do this yourself?"
"That's not the case, Dazai-kun." Mori Oo smiled like an elder and said in a teaching tone, "Only you can do this."
"Tsk." Dazai Osamu made a sound of disdain, then held the back of his head, and said in a businesslike manner, "It's pretty much what you expected, Mr. Mori."
"Tsurumaru Kuninaga's attitude towards the Leader was not the respect he showed to others, nor did he expose my presence. Rather than following the Leader's orders, it would be more accurate to say that he was simply killing time, or following the rules of a game that still existed."
"I guess this is what you want to see, Mr. Mori."
Mori Ogai neither admitted nor denied it, and smiled and said, "Dazai-kun, do you know what is the most important thing for a sword?"
Dazai glanced at Mori Ogai and said casually, "I'm not a sword, how could I know."
Sen Ou was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, "Yes, that's right! You are still the same as always, you can see things more clearly than anyone else."
"——But do you think our leader can understand this?"
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