Chapter 2 But Respect the Blessing

"Hold on, stay calm!"

Kashuu Kiyomitsu gritted his teeth and blocked the attack from the inspector. His clothes were already torn and his skin was covered with various scars. Even so, he still chose to stand in front of Yamato-kami Yasunari.

"If the sword is broken like this, it's not worthy of being called Okita Souji's sword!"

Yamato-no-mori Yasunari, who was protected behind Kashuu Kiyomitsu, coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood foam. He almost didn't have the strength to lift the knife. Hearing Kashuu Kiyomitsu's words, he smiled and said, "Your current appearance is not cute at all."

"Ah, it's because of stability that I've become so unlovable, so..."

California Qingguang slashed at the illegal prosecutor again, and bright red blood spurted out from the place where he was hit.

He was running out of strength...his hands could hardly hold the knife...he would not be able to block the next attack...even so, he still had a smile on his face.

"An Ding has to accompany me back to Honmaru, and then ask the master to paint my nails."

"I really can't do anything with you."

Yamato-no-kami Yasunari stood beside Kashuu Kiyomitsu and aimed the knife again to check for any illegal use.

"We can't let Qingguang steal all the limelight by yourself."

"The fate of the sword is to fight to the last moment."

"Wait, Anding, is there something over there?"

Yamato-no-kami Yasunari blocked the attack of the envoy of the police, and expressed his dissatisfaction breathlessly: "Hey, Kiyomitsu, you can't be distracted during the battle."

"No, it seems like there really is something... Eh? A child? It's approaching..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu stayed where he was, muttering, "Is my sword broken? Otherwise, how could I see a child jumping more than two meters high and still jumping towards us?"

"Although I want to deny it..." Yamatomori Yasuda was stunned for a moment, and fell into doubt, "But is there really someone jumping towards this side? Jumping?"

They looked at each other in horror: Could this be some lone inquisitor?

They were ready to break their swords, but the appearance of the Inquisitor made a different situation: the Inquisitor accidentally entered the illegal map without any other swordsman. This was definitely a scene that would make any sword man scream.

They wanted to protect the Judge, but their original swords were already full of cracks. Even if they could block the next attack, they would not be able to protect the Judge from harm.

In the two seconds when they were anxious and stunned, the prosecutor had already raised his knife, ready to launch the next attack.

Kashuu Kiyomizu and Yamato-kami Yasunari raised their swords to block at the same time.

The expected attack did not land.

The strange inquisitor, who was dressed like an eggplant and jumped over, stood in front of them with an ordinary katana in hand, and shouted excitedly in a slightly childish voice: "This strike feels so real! It feels so good!"

Then he shouted, "It's just a cross-level monster kill. As long as the health bar is showing, I'll give you the shark. Hey, why is the monster's attack speed so slow?" and so on, and the violation of the inspection was solved.

The two swordmen stood there in a daze, and only came to their senses slowly after you approached.

"Thank you very much for your help, Master of the Shinto." Kashuu Kiyomitsu thanked him. He glanced at Yamato-no-kami Yasunari and after a brief hesitation, he said, "Excuse me, can you help my companion? When we return to Honmaru, our Master of the Shinto will reward you."

"Idiot!" Yamato-no-kami Yasunari glared at Kashuu Kiyomitsu and said to you who suddenly appeared on the battlefield, "Sorry, please enter Kiyomitsu first."

They saw the obvious and clear confusion on your face. The little player looked up and said stupidly: "What do you mean by hand? I don't know how to do it."

"Isn't your guidance for newbies too unreasonable?"

"Newbie?" Although he didn't understand what the judge said, Kashuu Kiyomitsu caught the word sharply, "Are you the new judge? Where is your initial sword? Where is Kitsunesuke? This is not a low-level battlefield. How can they let the judge come here alone?"

Kashuu Kiyomitsu became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. As one of the five original swords, he strongly condemned such an irresponsible original sword. What's more, the Inquisitor was still such a young child. Although his behavior was a bit strange, he couldn't let the Inquisitor come to the battlefield to die!

California Kiyomitsu, who selectively forgot that the player had just checked the illegal weapons one by one, looked solemn. Could this be the Dark Fallen Honmaru that the master mentioned, which had just appeared recently but whose cause was unknown?

Kashuu Kiyomitsu's eyes gradually turned to you with pity and pity. He cursed in his heart: You actually let such a cute, though weird-haired, inquisitor go to the battlefield. You are really a group of cold-blooded swordsmen!

He must report this group of dark swordmen to the current government. They have no sword ethics and their crimes should not be punished!

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The black-haired NPC's expression suddenly became strange, and another NPC who was almost broken by injuries also gave you a look that was difficult for you to describe, one that was filled with sympathy.

You think you're about to enter another cutscene, so you start to walk around to see if the health bar monsters have dropped any rewards.

Seeing you were about to leave, the black-haired NPC quickly called out to you, "Master Judge, where are you going?"

"Ah? Me?"

You glanced left and right, pointing at yourself uncertainly.

The black-haired NPC nodded.

It turns out that it is not a cutscene, but waiting for the player to interact? The NPCs are really smart, and they can actively interact. You are slightly moved. Compared with the NPCs in this game, the NPCs in the holographic game you played before are simply idiots.

Well, three-no game, you get three seconds of forgiveness from the players.

"From the looks of the judge, I guess An Ting and I aren't in the main castle yet, right?" The black-haired NPC introduces himself to you. "I'm Kashuu Kiyomitsu, son of the river source. Although it's hard to get started, my performance is top-notch."

"This is my companion, Yamato-no-mori Yasunari. We both have swords that Okita Souji used."

What Honmaru, what sword? You looked confused and felt like an illiterate.

"Didn't your Honmaru's Kitsunesuke tell you the basic information about current affairs?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu looked at you with a serious expression on his face. "It's impossible that Kitsunesuke didn't tell the Shinto Judges these news... Could it be that you were a new Shinto Judge who was captured by the Dark Honmaru and forced to provide spiritual power, but didn't have time to join the job yet?"

It's barely normal not knowing how to insert the hands. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient, the swordsmen can slowly recover in the Honmaru without inserting the hands. But the Shinsengumi in front of him doesn't even know the definition of Honmaru and swordsman, which is a big problem.

Coupled with this unconcealed powerful spiritual power...

The sword in Dark Honmaru is too much!

California Qingguang was so angry that his teeth itched, and he wished he could go back to Shizheng right now to sign up for the Dark Fallen Sword Cleanup Team.

"Kiyomitsu, calm down." Yamatomori Yasunari pressed Kashuu Kiyomitsu's shoulder, "Things may not be as bad as you think..." But the young censor appearing alone on the battlefield is indeed a big problem that cannot be ignored.

"Master Judge, do you remember how you got here?" Yamato-no-mori Yasuda squatted down, pulling the wound, and he tried hard not to show a twisted expression in front of you. "Kiyomitsu and I will take you away from here."

Of course I have to go with you, you wondered in your heart, isn't the novice guide NPC supposed to help players change scenes? The next step is to enter the novice village, right?

Haha, there won’t be a guiding NPC that abandons novice players, right?

"That's how it came about." You answered randomly, just wanting to get to the next part as soon as possible. You're almost tired of hearing this scene's BGM, and you want to hear something new. "On and on, then flashing, then dark."

Isn't this dungeon category about collecting illustrations? Why do you have to fight monsters? You gasp. Is this the value of a high-freedom collection game?

Bright, flash, capturing the key words, the two swords looked at each other and confirmed that the reason was the time-space converter.

As for your incoherent speech, they said they understood, after all, you are a child and it is normal that your language system has not yet fully developed.

"Master Judge, are you willing to go with us to find other swords...ah, our companions?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu also squatted down and spoke to you in an exceptionally gentle tone, "After getting the converter, my companions will take you to Man'ya, so that you can use the converter to return to your own Honmaru."

"Do you remember your own honmaru number? It's on the gate, on a shiny golden plate."

"What number?"

Although it’s inappropriate, the joke pops into your mind:

Give me your Honmaru number so I can take you to Honmaru.

I have to go to Honmaru first to get a number.

How can I get to Honmaru?

Give me your Honmaru number.

This crappy game wouldn't work like that, would it?

"I have a Honmaru too."

You are anxious and irritable, and you start howling on the ground. The sour dates you picked earlier fall out of your pocket and roll all over the ground.

Remembering the function of sour dates, you checked the two NPCs' precarious green health bars with the system. You quickly took out all the remaining sour dates in your pocket and stuffed them into their hands enthusiastically: "Come on, come on, a meeting gift. Eat more. It can restore your health. Remember to give me a favor after eating. Ah Ri Ga Do Smite."

How come a small amount of blood recovery is not considered a blood recovery item? Don't discriminate against us wild fruits.

"Well... Lord Judge, swordsmen can only recover through spiritual power or manual labor... These fruits..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu spoke carefully, "You can leave them for your future swordsmen. I believe they will be very happy."

Especially for the master knives, Kashuai Qingguang could imagine how those people would fight for a handful of crooked melons and cracked dates. Of course, if the Inquisitor in front of him was his own, he would also join the fight for it.

However, your performance just now finally stopped Kashuu Kiyomitsu's thoughts from flying in the wrong direction, and he finally understood that you were an inquisitor who had not yet joined the army but had somehow mistakenly entered the battlefield.

It is probably a rift in time and space, and even current affairs cannot completely block it.

Seeing them grumbling and hesitating, you got anxious and stuffed dates into their mouths without thinking.

What if you really die if you don't eat? You don't dare to bet on the bottom line of this game.

Even if we take a step back and really want to kill the character, we should wait until the player leaves this crappy place!

Yamato-no-kami Yasunari was caught off guard and attacked in the mouth by a sour date.

The unripe fruit broke between the teeth, and the sour taste that ordinary people could not bear danced on the taste buds. The player's mouth was tightly covered by his hand, so he couldn't spit out the food. It was also difficult for him to swallow physiologically. He could only hold the date in his mouth and let the endless sour taste attack every part of his body...

It would have been better if the knife had broken just now, so that he wouldn't have to endure the pain.

But as he was holding it in his mouth, Yamato-no-mori Yasunari suddenly noticed something was wrong - how could this date have spiritual power? Although it was very weak, the smell of this spiritual power was too special for him to ignore.

It's a very gentle and powerful spiritual power, but it's also mixed with a strange sense of darkness... For the sword man, it's like eating a sponge cake, but the filling in the middle is cream with pepper-flavored popping candy.

So weird.

But his body, which was on the verge of breaking, was extremely thirsty for spiritual power replenishment. He turned around and looked at California Kiyomitsu, and they saw the same pain in each other's eyes.

You watched as the two people's health bars finally reached +1, and you let go of their hands with satisfaction.

"Um... Lord Judge, do you still have the dates I just found?" With tears in his eyes, California Qingguang spoke with great difficulty, "Anding and I really need the spirit in the dates..."

"You guys want to eat some more dates?" You only heard the first half of the sentence and were shocked. "You like sour dates so much?"

"Yes, yes. Eat more. If it's not enough, I'll go and chop some more for you."

You gave the remaining dates to the NPCs out of pity. They must have never eaten good food before, right? They don't look like modern people, so pitiful, NPCs...

But when you see them eating with tears in their eyes but still continuing to eat, you are shocked again, this is their true love for sour dates.

You don't understand, maybe NPCs' tastes are just so different.

But you respect and bless.