Chapter 36
With the addition of the knife, harmony is achieved.
Fuyuki hadn't returned for a long time, and Ichigo Hitofuri felt a little uneasy. Unexpectedly, when he came out, he saw his own Saniwa covering her forehead and crying.
"Owner!"
He rushed over and took the Fuyuki from Mikazuki Munechika's hands. Looking at the misty eyes of the young Saniwa, tears welling up in her eyes, even the usually composed tachi became somewhat flustered.
"This young princess is out of danger, so Ichigo-dono need not worry." Mikazuki Munechika, standing to the side, covered his mouth with his sleeve and chuckled reassuringly.
Dongshu nodded in agreement, lowering the hand that had been covering her forehead.
The red patch on his skin has been completely healed by spiritual healing.
"Ichigo-ni, I'm alright." She comforted him softly, revealing her usual warm smile, though her voice still carried an uncontrollable sob.
Ichigo Hitofuri felt extremely distressed. He gently patted Fuyuki's back, then looked up at the most beautiful blade that appeared in the corridor and said politely, "Lord Mikazuki, thank you for comforting your master."
“It’s nothing.” Mikazuki Munechika blinked his beautiful eyes, revealing his captivating smile. His voice was gentle, as if he were mentioning something unintentionally, “This princess has come here…”
His gaze swept unabashedly over Fuyuki in Ichigo Hitofuri's arms.
Fuyuki tried to cover her mouth to stop the lingering hiccups from her sobbing from echoing in the corridor.
Hearing this hesitant question, as if tempted, Fuyuki turned around and replied, "Yes... hiccup..."
She covered her mouth again, her cheeks flushed, and tears welled up in her eyes. Children are easily embarrassed, and her emotions hadn't subsided; she was extremely vulnerable.
Ichigo Hitofuri sighed and gently comforted him.
He looked up at Mikazuki Munechika in front of him: "Lord Mikazuki must be here for the same reason."
Mikazuki Munechika nodded slightly, his smile lingering. The corridor lights shone on his shoulders, outlining his elegant movements.
"I wonder if I will also have this honor?" Mikazuki Munechika suddenly had thoughts about the young Saniwa he had unexpectedly met.
Fuyuki and Ichigo Hitofuri both understood what he said.
Fuyuki looked at him in surprise, ignoring her lingering discomfort: "Mikazuki... hiccup... is he... coming?"
She spoke haltingly, but she still managed to finish the sentence.
The Saniwa sat sideways in Ichigo Hitofuri's lap, looking up at the tachi she had just witnessed being rejected.
Mikazuki Munechika's eyes were lowered, his lips slightly downturned, and his face was filled with desolation: "Could it be... that Princess thinks it was just a joke?"
Faced with these words tinged with grievance, Dongshu was somewhat taken aback and shook her head repeatedly: "I didn't think that way."
Even with a frown, the sorrowful spirit is beautiful, making it hard to say no.
Hearing Fuyuki's words, Mikazuki Munechika seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He opened the closed door beside him and smiled gently: "Then, please come in."
Fuyuki sat down on the soft sofa, curiously looking at this unusual room, when Mikazuki Munechika handed her a small, transparent ball.
She watched as the small ball gradually shone with a beautiful light in her hand.
Fuyuki held the small ball in confusion: "What is this?"
It's sparkly, very pretty, and looks familiar.
But she couldn't recall the specifics at the moment.
Mikazuki Munechika straightened his sleeves and calmly replied, "This is a miniature spiritual energy measuring instrument. It will light up when the person being tested meets the standard."
Fuyuki's memories were awakened; the instrument used to test spiritual power was indeed similar to the small object in his hand.
He chuckled, "My situation is a bit special, but it seems that it's suitable for you, Princess."
Then they handed me something else.
Fuyuki took the terminal from Mikazuki Munechika and became curious about what he was talking about.
This terminal is a general-purpose political device, unowned, and often used to display information in public places.
She opened it, and inside were markings about Mikazuki Munechika.
[Due to the Saniwa's obsession during the forging process, it differs from the usual Mikazuki Munechika; please investigate the specifics yourself.]
[The contract with the four Saniwa has been terminated.]
It felt very familiar. Fuyuki never expected that this Mikazuki Munechika was the same person he had seen before.
What a coincidence!
Mikazuki Munechika noticed the slight pause in the Saniwa's movements and seemed to be pondering something, but his face remained expressionless.
The content on the terminal is much richer, not just those two brief sentences.
[Mikazuki Munechika is influenced by the obsession of the first Saniwa during forging, causing his appearance to change at night and him to lose his combat abilities. He has experienced [a traumatic experience] due to the Saniwa forcibly taking over his nightly duties.]
Some content was censored, which puzzled Fuyuki. He tapped the censored area with his finger, but there was no response. Suddenly, a sentence entered his field of vision.
[User detected as a minor; underage mode activated.]
Fuyuki: "..."
Dongshu was somewhat troubled.
However, as a reliable Saniwa, she can complete the cloze test based on the available information.
She continued reading.
The sins of the first Saniwa were exposed, he was punished and sent back to the mortal world, and he can never be employed again.
At this point, the data is entered into the allocation register.
Soon after, the second Saniwa took over. One night, the Saniwa fell into a coma due to a large depletion of spiritual energy, but was rescued in time.
An investigation revealed that the cause was that Mikazuki Munechika would uncontrollably absorb the spiritual power of the Saniwa at night, a defect caused by his obsession, which remains unresolved to this day.
Repatriation allocation register.
Later, the third Saniwa took over, but because she was unable to fight at night, the Saniwa terminated her contract and sent her back to the allocation book.
The fourth Saniwa (Master) will complete their term within two months of signing the contract and resign. The contract will be transferred to the Honmaru (Citadel) and the Saniwa will be repatriated to the allocation book.
The blade has been awakened for decades.
The content is brief and doesn't contain much, but it doesn't conceal any essential information.
Fuyuki looked up at those captivating eyes. Mikazuki Munechika tilted his head, his eyes sparkling, and his voice was languid and seductive: "Has the princess made a decision?"
Fuyuki swung his legs, put the terminal in his hand aside, and blinked.
Born to a terrible judge, burdened by new flaws, disliked for its combat strength, and quickly replaced by a new master...
They were all very sad experiences.
Looking at the person in front of him who seemed to be smiling without any gloom, Fuyuki suddenly felt a thirst for knowledge.
What if he is no longer abandoned?
"Saniwa, are you sure you want to sign the contract?"
"Um."
Dongshu watched with some curiosity as the staff drew a formation on the ground. Everyone gathered in a room, quietly waiting for his actions.
The function of the formation is not only to establish multiple contracts at the same time, but also to sever the contract between the tsukumogami and the original citadel.
If they are not actively expelled by their Saniwa, then the contract will automatically transfer to the corresponding Honmaru after they lose their Saniwa.
Signing a new contract requires some assistance, since not every Saniwa is powerful enough to erase the contract on their own.
Dongshu gently swung her legs. The formation was somewhat complicated. While waiting, she kept letting her thoughts wander, imagining all sorts of strange things.
The leg-swinging motion stopped, and the staff had completed the formation. Following the instructions, she walked to the center of the formation. Ichigo Hitofuri stayed outside the formation's range, while the other tsukumogami entered the formation and surrounded her.
No matter how many times, the connection of the contract is a magical feeling. Suddenly there is another link, like a flying kite having a reason to stay on the ground.
The citadel was suddenly augmented with ten new swords, nine of which belonged to the Kuritaguchi school. The short swords seemed to share a lively spirit, adding even more laughter and joy to the scene.
Mikazuki Munechika quickly integrated into the citadel, and this tsukumogami, who always exuded a peaceful aura, became a lively contrast.
Unlike the short swords that you often see, Fuyuki is rarely seen in the citadel, but he is easy to find. Except when he is on duty, he usually sits quietly at a small table under the Eternal Cherry Blossom.
A beautiful woman paired with beautiful scenery makes for a very pleasing scene.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga and he actually had a good relationship, even though the two blades were so different in temperament.
On the first night of the contract with Mikazuki Munechika, Fuyuki understood the reason for testing spiritual power.
This was the first time she had ever been unable to sleep in her room due to a sudden flow of spiritual energy.
Wearing a coat, Dongshu walked out of the room, strolling around casually, planning to go back to sleep once she felt more comfortable.
The night was dark, with only the moonlight overhead illuminating the way.
The Honmaru was mostly quiet at night, with only a few houses still lit up. As they passed Kashuu Kiyomitsu's house, the door suddenly opened. Looking into those bright eyes, Fuyuki didn't resist and was pulled into the house.
She sat obediently, looking at the similar red nail polishes in front of her, and felt troubled.
Why did she buy so many similar nail polishes in the first place...?
"Master, which one do you think looks better~" Kashuu Kiyomitsu's eyes sparkled. The nail polish on his nails had been removed, and he was waiting for the Saniwa, who had been caught wandering around aimlessly, to refill them with red.
He spoke softly and coaxed the Saniwa.
Dongshu perked up, looked at it carefully, and then picked up the second bottle from the left: "This one looks pretty."
Then, with practiced ease, she opened it, holding the boy's finger in one hand and carefully applying the ointment with the other.
Seeing the focused look on the Saniwa's face, Kashuu Kiyomitsu's eyes softened even more.
However, seeing his little master's still appalling skills, Kashuu Kiyomitsu still smiled and began to praise: "Master has improved, it looks much better than last time."
Fuyuki clenched her fist, her eyes lighting up at the affirmation: "Really? I'll definitely try harder next time!"
Although choosing nail polish is a difficult task, she really enjoys wearing it.
In fact, they're getting more and more into it.
After saying goodbye to Kiyomitsu Kashuu, Fuyuki started wandering around again, but this time she was in a much better mood.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu watched her departing figure, his blood-red eyes seemingly flowing, and he gave a relaxed smile: "Well, that's fine then."
Dongshu hummed a song softly as she walked lightly along the stone path.
As the trees obscured the view, the figure with its back to them gradually came into view.
Dongshu stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on him.
His long, dark blue hair, reaching his waist, cascaded down, draping over his hazy body. The moonlight seemed to favor him, casting a pale blue glow as he slowly turned his head.
The deep blue gradually fades downwards, like the dawn that is about to break after the night. His eyes crinkle, and his hair outlines his perfect face.
With an unexpected smile in his beautiful eyes, Mikazuki Munechika parted his lips slightly, his movements and words exuding elegance.
"Master, meeting under the moon is truly the most wonderful thing." Such exquisite beauty was the most beautiful thing Fuyuki had ever seen.
It is also the ultimate temptation, powerless, weak, and all-consuming beauty.
But Fuyuki simply frowned: "Mikazuki, how can you wear so little outside?"
"You'll catch a cold."
The words of advice from the spirits of the past surfaced in her mind, and Fuyuki blurted them out.
Mikazuki Munechika walked in, bent down and hugged her small body, his face somewhat distorted in the night.
He called out softly, "Master..."
"That's great."
I slept without any dreams.
Such peaceful nights were rare. On a night a week after Fuyuki returned to the citadel, a major political event occurred.
Surrounded by staff members rushing around, almost all the Saniwa from the Derivative Department were out on missions. Everyone had been assigned a task, and no one would refuse it.
[Mission Description: Retrieve the stolen swords and knives.]
Coordinates: Detective Conan World
Time: xx days
Recipient: 197 Honmaru Saniwa [Fuyuki]
Reception status: Yes
At night, the world collides, and the loss or theft of swords are all momentous events.
Fuyuki was in charge of the stolen swords.
Taro's sword and Jiro's sword.
[Author's Note]
[Cat head emoji] Wonderful~
Winter Tree Treasure, getting ready to start work! [doge emoji]
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