Chapter 58
New companions and new identity cards
"General, wake up, wake up!"
A knock on the door, accompanied by a clear voice, rang out in the quiet morning of Honmaru.
After a while, Dongshu opened the door, looked up and rubbed her eyes, her voice muffled: "...I'm awake."
Goto Toushirou quickly withdrew his hand to avoid hitting the Saniwa. He smiled and said, "The General is up very early. He seems very energetic."
"Okay. Let's go."
Fuyuki yawned, her eyes glazed as she followed him forward, showing no sign of the "energetic" appearance described by the tsukumogami.
Goto Toushirou, on the other hand, was full of energy.
"General, General, are we forging swords again today? I'm sure there will be new ones coming."
"I'll also do my best with the sword fitting, so the general can save a lot of effort. Leave it all to me."
"Ta-da~ General, look, aren't you surprised?" He held the flowers in his hand up to Dongshu's eyes, his beautiful golden eyes filled with anticipation.
"Yes, they are very beautiful." Dongshu held the red flowers, bowed her head, and felt a pleasant fragrance wafting over her nose.
"Hehe, I'm glad the general likes it."
He scratched his head and smiled like sunshine; what he had in abundance was his lovable spirit.
Looking at the attendant's strong appearance, Fuyuki's eyes were firm.
Knife forging room.
Looking at the same unidentified black substance in the forging room as always, Fuyuki was extremely calm. Since that was the case, she would just be African for the moment.
"It's alright, General, you can do it next time!"
The current resources of the citadel are more than enough for the Saniwa to forge swords several more times. In fact, everyone encourages sword forging, fearing that the young Saniwa might be discouraged and never forge swords again.
It should be noted that in the current citadel, only Yamato no Kami Yasusada Ichijin is a completely new sword; second-hand swords make up the majority of the current situation, which is truly rare in a citadel.
Fuyuki sighed, feeling that all his powerlessness was being channeled into forging the sword.
Even the fear of the Time Travelers hadn't bothered her this much.
She skillfully invested resources, waited for the forging to complete, and then received a failed attempt.
Looking at the sword that appeared on the stage, the Saniwa sighed skillfully and closed his eyes, not wanting to look.
Another failure...?
She suddenly opened her eyes.
"A new one has arrived!" Goto Toushirou was also very excited. He looked at this rare companion and cheered. He couldn't wait to announce it to the entire Honmaru.
Ichigo-ni, the world you've been waiting for has finally arrived... (tears)
As Fuyuki approached, the thing she had always hoped for finally happened. Instead of being in a hurry, she looked up at the great sword on the stage with a sense of novelty.
It's long, really long.
The maroon scabbard has two gold stripes, and the tip is also wrapped in gold, outlining a beautiful pattern. A red tassel hangs from the end of the blade, giving the whole thing a special color.
Spiritual energy flowed in, the contract was formed, and pink petals scattered throughout the room.
The silver-haired, green-eyed boy raised his hand in a salute. Carrying his own body, which was taller than himself, he widened his eyes and said, "Hotaruba, who once lived at Aso Shrine. Ta-da! Here I am!"
Fuyuki's line of sight was level; he raised it slightly and saw the top of Hotarumaru's head.
She was horrified to discover that he was the same height as her!
"I am Fuyuki... Welcome."
As she spoke, her gaze involuntarily drifted to the hat on the head of the Ōdachi Shota.
Perhaps she could wear a hat; it might make her appear taller.
"Want to touch my head?" Hotarumaru misinterpreted her little gesture, bent down and took off his hat. "Sure."
Fuyuki hadn't intended to do this, but she followed her heart and raised her hand. Her soft, silver hair flowed from her fingertips like luxurious silk, feeling exceptionally comfortable.
She rubbed against it, touched it, and even rubbed it, making her once neat hair messy. Hotaru didn't stop her, but just complained and said coquettishly, "If you touch it for so long, you'll get shorter!"
His green eyes were full of joy; he was loved by his owner.
The citadel has gained a new companion! Celebrate this momentous occasion!
The lunch was exceptionally lavish.
Dear chefs: Use all your culinary skills!
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Current affairs.
Fuyuki held the terminal in one hand and held Goto Toushirou's hand in the other. The red dot on the screen flashed and gradually approached the green dot.
Although it's a corridor, the path is quite wide, allowing four people to walk side by side. The bright lighting along the way makes every color look beautiful.
She walked slowly, with three minutes left before the appointed time. Apart from the first Saniwa who came out, she didn't encounter anyone else along the way.
The staff simply stood at the entrance and guided her inside using the GPS.
Goto Toushirou was also quiet. Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere, he simply held her hand and walked steadily beside her without saying a word.
"Clatter".
After checking the door, Dongshu reached out and opened it, revealing only a crack. A clear female voice came from inside: "That child, he can't come in."
The sound lingered in my ears, seemingly appearing and disappearing at the same time, yet also lingering there.
The reference in the words was vague, but Fuyuki understood perfectly that the "ta" referred to Goto Toushirou.
She paused, then turned and said, "Goto, wait outside for a moment."
Without hesitation, Goto Toshiro replied to the general's order, "Yes."
He took a few more steps back.
The faint sensation in his ears disappeared, and then Fuyuki opened the door wide enough for him to enter and crawled inside. The scene before him was utterly shocking.
The boundless starry sky falls into the limited room, and the distant stars seem to be within reach. A cold and gentle world consciousness sits in the center, his figure is beautiful beyond words, and a pair of mysterious eyes look at her from between his arms.
Dongshu held her breath instantly, then exhaled carefully, instinctively afraid of disturbing him.
The ethereal voice rang out again: "Child, come here."
His "hand" stretched out, and the transparent starry sky barely formed a shape for him; everything was protecting him.
Fuyuki walked over and placed his hand on hers. Unlike the warmth of Mikazuki Munechika's hand, this hand felt almost unreal, as weak as a wisp of air.
The moment they touched, stars flew down and landed at the point of contact. The card, gleaming with a warm white light, spun quietly above the back of my hand. It was a blank space; nothing could be seen.
His breathing became disordered, and after a while, as if he had seen something interesting, he raised his face and gave Dongshu a smile that would make the moon tilt.
He said, "Child, you are lucky, go..."
The sound gradually faded away, and Fuyuki's vision blurred. She could still clearly feel her body still standing, but she felt as if she had fallen into the snow.
It wasn't cold, but something was really unexpected.
Looking out, all she could see was silvery-white snow, making it almost impossible to distinguish the colors. She felt a strange power within her, a power that didn't belong to her, yet she felt as if she were being tested.
As Dongshu walked step by step, each step left a deep dent in the snow, which was extremely unfriendly to her short stature.
She hadn't walked far when she encountered a child.
A child about her age.
His long white hair blended almost seamlessly with the falling snow. He was breathing heavily, and the black lines at the corners of his mouth highlighted his extraordinary nature.
Fuyuki crouched down, nudged him, and hesitantly asked, "...Are you alright?"
Upon hearing the sound, the boy struggled to open his tightly closed eyes. The mysterious purple color made his snow-white face even more striking. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
Dongshu tilted her head and saw that this person also had those strange patterns on their tongue, perhaps a unique power system of this world.
A voice from the world's consciousness echoed in his mind, sincerely apologizing to the willful stars and explaining the current situation in detail.
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you," he promised, adding, "You have already used the power of the identity card, please, construct it."
Fuyuki nodded almost imperceptibly. She sensed that strange power; it was a divine power related to language.
The divine power nuzzled against the spiritual power, and the spiritual power did not reject it; the two got along very well within the body.
She stopped caring about it. If she was capable enough, she had nothing to fear. Following her heart, she picked up the boy in the snow.
The spiritual energy overflowed, becoming warm and surrounding the two of them, and the thin arms held him firmly.
The eyes of the deity were serene and gentle as she embraced her first believer and slowly walked toward light and warmth.
Identity Card – [God of Spiritual Words]
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