Chapter 119
Hasebe skillfully sprang up
The Time Travel Army that suddenly appeared was easily killed by Kusaka Nae.
The military's combat capabilities should not be underestimated.
Edogawa Ranpo glanced at his friend and moved even closer.
...Don't look at him with such murderous intent!
Soon after, Dongshu's three knives also successfully arrived.
She glanced at the still missing Goko, and her brows furrowed imperceptibly.
Mikazuki Munechika skillfully picked up the little Saniwa, his tone both caring and teasing: "...Master, your current disheveled state is even more amusing than when I, your old man, got lost."
Fuyuki sighed, "What's so interesting about it? Did you learn bad habits from Tsurumaru?"
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Hasebe leaned closer, his eyes sparkling like an excited puppy: "My command accomplished!"
Suddenly, he covered Dongshu's hand and frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?"
Fuyuki, however, did not notice her body temperature dropping. She withdrew her hand and said, "It's nothing, just a slight lack of spiritual energy."
He smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, it will recover soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had climbed up the tree behind him right under his nose, suddenly appeared upside down from above: "Did I scare you?!"
He scattered two handfuls of leaves, a mix of green and yellow, looking dry and lifeless, which made the three expressionless men in front of him even more frightening.
Seeing that the master didn't react, he immediately got down, coughed twice, and then leaned closer and whispered, "Master, that doctor named Yosano... his treatment methods are quite frightening..."
Dongshu rumbled, "It's alright, don't worry, I'll take care of you."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga choked: "...Not this one."
Mikazuki Munechika suddenly reached out and pushed aside the noisy Tsurumaru Kuninaga, his voice gentle: "Perhaps my lord would like to hear some interesting stories about the old man's battles?"
Dongshu looked up, then turned and hugged his neck, her voice weary: "No, I'm so tired."
She glanced at the very reliable person who had started communicating with Kitsunenosuke and Kusaka Nae, then looked up and met their familiar, fierce gaze.
Fukuzawa Yukichi, president of the Armed Detective Agency.
She had met this man before; he was a man who liked cats but had a hard time touching them.
Dongshu nodded in acknowledgment and received a superb thumbs-up from his martial arts-minded colleague.
...So this means you can rest assured?
Thinking this, Fuyuki then leaned completely against Mikazuki Munechika's shoulder, her eyes slightly narrowed, her whole being limp: "Mikazuki, I don't have any energy for the time being..."
Mikazuki Munechika immediately adjusted his posture to make the young Saniwa more comfortable.
He glanced with a smile at Hasebe and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had flown back into the Armed Detective Agency.
He gently patted the winter tree that was holding him tightly with affection.
"Hahaha... In that case, I'll tell you about it after the moon rises."
"Master, guess which one Yosano-san gave me—"
He used the scabbard to strike Hasebe's head hard, creating a grid pattern on the top of his head.
The loyal swordsman frowned and whispered, "Lord Tsurumaru, please be quiet."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga obediently listened to the order, glanced at the sleepy Fuyuki, and his smile faded considerably.
Fuyuki was already used to this commotion. She smiled at Mikazuki Munechika and said, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."
She was somewhat curious about how they had found the Armed Detective Agency.
And... why is Wu Hu Tui still nowhere to be found?
However, only she can find the answer to this question.
"Let's find a place to rest first; everyone's tired," Yosano Akiko suggested as she walked over with Kusaka Nae.
A healing-type ability user adorned with golden butterflies...so imposing.
Dongshu sighed in a daze.
"good……"
Once they found the place, the young Saniwa managed to recover and her drowsiness dissipated somewhat.
She glanced at everyone, who were clearly divided into two factions, and decided to talk to her own swords first... whatever they talked about, she wanted to relax a bit first.
She was really tired.
Reliable colleagues and Kitsune-no-suke will remain there as part of their group, indicating that no cliques are being formed.
Fuyuki felt helpless about the term "small group".
It's not a good word.
The room was pitch black. Mikazuki Munechika got up and opened the window, letting in the setting sun, but it was still dim.
"I have a feeling this is going to be difficult." Fuyuki leaned into Hasebe's arms.
Hasebe straightened his back instantly, his gaze firm as he said, "Master, there's no need to worry! Please allow me to clear all obstacles for you—hmm."
Fuyuki slapped his head hard, exclaiming helplessly, "What are you trying to clear out? Hasebe's not thinking straight either. We're completely unable to take the initiative right now."
They can only discover the existence of these data fluids if the system appears; otherwise, they will never know.
Mikazuki Munechika stroked his chin: "Hmm... From what I understand, the explosion first occurred at the entrance of the detective agency. I think we could use Tsuru as bait."
Dongshu was stunned.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga froze instantly, then his golden eyes lit up from the darkness as he looked at the Saniwa: "Eh? If it's a fake explosion that startles you... will Master be frightened?"
The winter tree froze.
Suddenly, Hasebe lunged forward and grabbed the two men by the collar: "You two... didn't you see that Master has already..."
Suddenly, the hand around his neck tightened, and his voice immediately lowered: "...Keep your voice down."
Fuyuki sighed, "Stop exploding like this, Hasebe. Sit back down."
Her arm... was draped around Hasebe's neck...
Although Hasebe felt safe after her sudden outburst, her arm strength wasn't enough—
“I’m sorry, Master, I…” Hasebe suddenly froze. He mechanically pulled Fuyuki into his arms and loosened the grip on the pole.
Calming down, Fuyuki took a breath and looked at Tsurumaru with a silent sigh: "And Tsurumaru, you too, both of you, be serious."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga straightened his expression: "Received!"
Fuyuki, roused from her playful antics, suddenly caught sight of some strange things out of the corner of her eye: "What are those?"
"Oh dear..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly kicked those things behind Mikazuki Munechika, and said with a grin, "They're just little toys, Master, don't worry about them."
"Hahaha..." Mikazuki Munechika stepped on the things as expected. He raised his arm, his wide sleeve covering the lower half of his face. The crescent moon in his eyes was still bright and charming, and the hair by his ears swayed in the breeze. "It seems to be getting windy. Master, stay away from the window, or you'll catch a cold."
He saw something.
"They're duds." Fuyuki suddenly recognized what they were. She looked at the two knives that had frozen in place. "Why did you buy duds?"
The shop sells so many things that even weapon-like items that only have a frightening effect and don't cause any harm actually exist.
As he wandered around, Fuyuki only glanced at most of the things.
Moreover, Tsurumaru Kuninaga came with him. Did he bring duds with him back then?
That's outrageous!
"Well..." Mikazuki Munechika watched as the white crane suddenly picked up a dirty dud bullet and stuffed it into his sleeve. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he forced himself not to shake it off. "Lord Tsurumaru is also... sensible. My lord need not worry."
That sounds very insincere, Mikazuki.
Dongshu scratched his head: "Okay, as long as you're happy."
She indulged everyone's hobbies so as not to delay the mission...
Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief...
Mikazuki Munechika suddenly shook his sleeve: "Oh dear... Grandpa's sleeve is suddenly starting to smoke?"
He smiled and unleashed all the duds: "Lord Tsurumaru... this shouldn't be a Yorozuya breed, right?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga cleared his throat: "Haha...did I scare you?"
The dud slowly emitted colorful smoke from the ground. Ignoring their subtly sharp conversation, Fuyuki's spiritual power flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly saw the presence of some fluid data on the "dud".
...this thing.
Hasebe, with practiced ease, sprang into action: "You two—!"
He tried to suppress his emotions: "I..."
Dongshu quickly patted his shoulder to comfort him.
She looked at the two confronting spirits: "...It seems you two had quite an exciting time while I was asleep."
Because the main body is divided into three parts, it spends two-thirds of the day in a dormant state.
"We need to capture the enemy as soon as possible." She spread her spiritual energy, in a skilled mission mode. "Like now, go and capture them..."
Fuyuki clenched his fingers, staring at the Time Travel Army soldiers who had suddenly appeared and attacked the Armed Detective Agency members, and said, enunciating each word clearly: "Slay them all!"
"I will obey your command!" Hasebe embraced Fuyuki with one hand, his body already severing the enemy's short sword that was attacking him.
"Please hurry, Master."
"Um."
Dongshu looked up and saw the white crane leaping into the sky along with the white smoke, the smoke filled with data fluid, as if it were a real entity.
The Time Travelers, like dogs seeing a bone, charged headlong into the smoke.
"This big surprise is a killing formation for the enemy." Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sword flashed, his feet never stopping, his golden eyes filled with excitement to face the enemy.
Standing in the twilight light, Mikazuki Munechika swung his sword, creating a beautiful yet sharp arc: "Very good, very good... Even an old man can't admit defeat..."
Fuyuki remained where she was, and Hasebe, under her command, joined the battle alone.
So... all the arguing and joking around was just to make the people behind the scenes think that no one had discovered the problem with the "dud"?
As the blade flashed, Dongshu suddenly looked up, gathering spiritual energy in his hand.
"Master—!" The three swords suddenly turned around at the same time, only to find that the little Saniwa had already reflexively killed the enemy who had ambushed them.
Fuyuki shook the somewhat awkwardly held sword. In front of him was abundant spiritual energy. Although he had taken out the sword, he couldn't use it at all.
She murmured softly, "I guess I'm just not cut out for this."
Just as Dazai Osamu said, she would eventually pick up a knife, but not now.
Mikazuki Munechika glanced at her thoughtfully, then suddenly a smile played on his lips: "Grandpa, I think Master—"
Fuyuki caught a short sword with a sharp reflex. Looking at the familiar weapon of the Time Travel Army, she couldn't help but twitch her lips.
"It's just a conditioned reflex..." Having regained her mother's memories, her body has gained many instincts. Fuyuki shook her head, "But I really don't know how to use it now..."
But the swords and blades that continue fighting will not care.
Fuyuki watched as the short sword in his hand gradually wore down into black smoke, with a faint blue light flashing through it.
As darkness began to fall on the horizon, the combatants of the Armed Detective Agency joined the battle.
Fuyuki's gaze lingered for a moment on the "healing" ability user, noticing that the other person's appearance was completely different from what he had seen behind him, and then fell silent for a while.
The Saniwa stood in the corner, gazing at the sky.
The blue color on Mingyue's body gradually deepened.
[Author's Note]
Sleepy, time for bed. Nighttime is perfect for writing about male blades.
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