Chapter 12
Ten Thousand Houses, Battle
When Fuyuki woke up, the sun was almost at its zenith. She shook her head slightly, opened her eyes, her pupils unfocused, filled with confusion.
After realizing where she was, she buried herself in the blankets, hugged them, and buried her face in them. It took her a while before she struggled to sit up.
After washing up, Dongshu tilted her head and tugged at her messy, disheveled hair, looking somewhat distressed—she couldn't find her hair tie.
It's a blue rubber band with two pom-poms, one blue and one white, giving it a very fluffy look.
That was a gift from Kiyomitsu; she hadn't prepared any other hair ties.
She searched the entire room but couldn't find it, even looking through the cracks. With a pained expression, Dongshu combed her hair and then left the room with her hair down.
The weather is nice today. The sun shines on you, but it's not hot. It just feels warm and cozy. The occasional breeze brings a touch of coolness, like being gently caressed.
As Fuyuki walked along the road, she hadn't gone far when she saw Sozo Samonji, who was carrying food in his hands.
"Souzo." Fuyuki jogged over, reached out and tugged at the pink hem of Sozo's Samonji shirt, looking up at him: "Did you see my hair tie?"
Soza Samonji lowered his body, looked up and saw the Saniwa's hair falling loosely over her shoulders. He looked away and answered truthfully, "No."
Dongshu felt a little sad.
I felt a little down, and my eyes were a little sore.
The Saniwa's instantly reddened eyes caught Soza Samonji's attention. As if prompted by something, he raised his hand and moved forward.
Soza Samonji's exquisite face came close to the Saniwa's.
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The aura of the tsukumogami suddenly approached, and Fuyuki reflexively tried to lean back, but was stopped by the tsukumogami's next action.
His slender hand gently tucked the hair behind her ear, picking up the stray strands and gathering them together.
The melancholy-filled Blade now had a focused look in her eyes, and Fuyuki felt the warmth of his fingers brushing against her scalp through her hair, gently.
The movement behind her head stopped, and Fuyuki's gaze followed the movement of the tsukumogami. She saw him reach out and take off the blue hairband, followed by the pink hair that slid down his shoulders, back, and waist.
Then the hand holding the hairband reached behind her head again.
Soza Samonji's hands were very skillful; he didn't feel the slightest pull on his scalp. He withdrew his hand and then tidied his long hair, which was no longer restrained.
Fuyuki raised her hand to touch her head, her fingers brushing against her neat, obedient hair. Following the neat strands of hair that fell backward, she could still feel the headband.
It was tied after being wrapped three times, and the fallen hair was slightly longer than the main hair, some of it mixed in with the main hair, and some of it was exposed separately.
The Saniwa's mood visibly improved.
Soza Samonji: "...Are you any happier now?"
Fuyuki looked at him but did not answer the question.
She said in a light tone, "Zong San, you're so kind."
Sunlight fell on her smiling face and also into the eyes of Sozo Samonji.
A warm breeze blew by, and more cherry blossoms fell, but there were no cherry trees nearby.
Dongshu reached out and caught a petal.
Soza Samonji lowered his eyes with a resentful look: "Was it so attractive that it fell into the hands of that demon king?"
"I have no idea."
Dongshu put the petals into her pocket.
"But I really like Sozo, I really like him."
Zong San's left text: "..."
Soza Samonji said softly, "Mm."
He also liked his master very much.
Pink strands of hair twirled around her fingertips as Fuyuki leaned against Sozo Samonji.
While she was asleep, Soza Samonji had already arranged the internal affairs and informed everyone of the current political situation.
She then fell into a state of leisure with nothing to do.
Having just finished lunch, Fuyuki wasn't in much spirits.
Suddenly, she stood up as if struck by a thought.
Winter Tree: "Ten Thousand Houses"
"Let's go to Wanwu."
She turned her head to the side, her dark eyes filled with seriousness.
For a Saniwa who acts on a whim, the attendant with the responsibility of taking care of her is naturally—
Soza Samonji nodded: "...If you wish."
Fuyuki smiled and said, "Mm."
She took out cherry blossom petals from her pocket. After a short while, the cherry blossoms, which had been deliberately maintained with spiritual power, were as beautiful and delicate as when they first appeared.
"for you."
Sozo Samonji took it; he recognized the petal.
The tsukumogami looked at the smiling Saniwa before him and remained silent for a moment.
—
With a deafening roar, the Time Travel Army made its dazzling debut.
Soza Samonji drew his sword from his waist and shielded Fuyuki behind him. The sky above was dark, with enemy blades constantly emerging from it.
The general store is where the Saniwa (master) and Tsukumogami (spirits) reside, and it is an important place for each Honmaru (main citadel) to purchase supplies.
Because of frequent fluctuations in spatial teleportation, this space is not very stable. Every five years, professionals are needed to stabilize this space, otherwise it will remain like it is now.
The Time Travel Army stormed into the Wanwu.
Faced with the sudden appearance of the enemy, the Tsukumogami raised their swords and fought against the Time Retrograde Army.
"Zheng—"
Soza Samonji blocked the enemy's greatsword that was attacking him and then shook it off, but he did not chase after it. Instead, he stayed next to Fuyuki and killed the Time Retrograde Army that was attacking him.
"Zong San..."
Fuyuki was momentarily flustered. Enemy blades fell in front of her time and time again, only to be slain by the tsukumogami each time. This scene constantly stimulated her nerves.
My mind went blank, and my spiritual power became sluggish.
Soza Samonji, who already had little combat experience, faced an exceptionally difficult situation due to internal and external troubles, which inevitably led to some aspects that were difficult to attend to.
"Hey! Watch out!"
Suddenly, a Saniwa rushed over, shouting loudly.
Before Fuyuki could turn his head to look at the source of the sound, he was pulled to the side by a force, and his shoulder grazed the enemy's short sword that was attacking him.
The green-haired spirit pulled her away with one hand and used the other to slash the enemy's short sword.
He released his grip: "Excuse me, my lady."
It was only then that Fuyuki recognized the tsukumogami that had saved him.
It is the smiling Qingjiang.
"Th...thank you."
Dongshu was still somewhat shaken.
Soza Samonji was also somewhat shaken: "Master, it was all my negligence..."
Fuyuki: "It's alright now."
The young Saniwa was surrounded by a circle of spiritual energy, and he also came to Fuyuki's side.
Looking at the child in front of him, he said irritably, "Politics is becoming more and more inhumane, even exploiting children."
Fuyuki: "?"
The young Saniwa smiled brightly: "I'm Qinghe, and you are?"
Dongshu blinked: "...Dongshu".
He's a bit of a social butterfly.
Qinghe noticed her nervousness and simply smiled, "Nice codename. You can come with me first. Tsukumogami need to fight without restraint."
Looking at Soza Samonji fighting alongside Aoe, Fuyuki agreed with this statement.
At this moment, she was protected by the spiritual energy shield of Qinghe beside her, and the Time Retrograde Army could not get within two meters of them.
It possesses very strong spiritual power, completely different from the fact that she can only create a shield around herself.
And such a stable and skillful use of spiritual power, is this what a senior is like?
Completely different from her easily flustered self.
Qinghe, who was confidently watching the battle while holding her hand, came into Dongshu's view, and her figure gradually grew taller.
Dongshu pursed her lips.
She also wanted to become strong.
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