Chapter 29 Preparation for the Story

29.

After these words were spoken, the spectators fell silent and those who were quarreling made peace.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga no longer cared about vying for favor, and turned to look for Candakiri Mitsutada, dragging an Ida sword in one hand as he ran to the kitchen: "Haha, Mitsuru, do you have any ingredients in the kitchen? Do you want to go to Man-ya to buy some? I've been looking forward to your cooking skills for a long time."

"Eh... Mr. Tsuru? No, the kitchen is over there..."

"Oh, I know you can't wait, Koufang. Karafang wants to eat too, right?"

"I'm not interested in having a good relationship with you guys."

Although Daikurigala said this, he still relaxed his body and let Tsurumaru Kuninaga pull him away.

"Hey... Honka, are you awake? Do you want to go... water the Mannenzakura?"

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro carried the newly awakened Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi and fled the scene. When he passed by Izumi-no-kami Kanesada, he dragged him away as well.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't think that just because you're Horikawa's brother I'll... my hair hurts, let go!"

"What are you up to again, jerk-kun... huh? The judge wants to fry the octopus... why am I covering my mouth? Sorry, it's a little disgusting."

Ichimonji Norimune took the still autistic "cat" and naturally discussed the "structure and function of meat" with Yakuken Toushirou while walking to other places.

At this moment, there are only three knives left in front of you.

"I knew it!" You grabbed onto Mikazuki Munechika who was trying to escape, raised your head, and looked at him in a daze, "There's always a chance that a Blade will be interested in Xiaofei's special dishes, right?"

Mikazuki Munechika didn't mean to run, but the moment the three blades who knew you best turned the corner, they moved as fast as possible, making it hard for the blades not to think about how terrible the dish you cooked this time would taste.

Haha, wouldn't it be more frightening to Ren than the spiritual power directly infused into him? Even if it was a confession, this kind of punishment would be too advanced for the old man, right?

He sought help from the three-blade knife that you defined as a good blade.

Ishikiri Maru, who had given up on running away early due to his low mobility, naturally sat down beside him.

Noticing Mikazuki Munechika's request for help, he smiled gently, radiating the aura of a loving father: "Iwanrong and I are not very hungry yet, the Judge and Mikazuki can eat first."

"Hahahaha, that's right." Yan Rong laughed heartily, "The food made by the Judge is too small. It will be eaten in two bites."

Mikazuki Munechika, who was backstabbed by his brothers, showed an expression of disbelief.

Ishikirimaru gave him another smile.

"Don't worry! Although no one has eaten smoked octopus legs with strawberry sauce, this is a special recipe!" The dark cuisine version of special. After thinking for two seconds, you patted your chest and guaranteed: "It will definitely not be eaten with the Death Blade!"

I can’t guarantee any side effects, but it’s not a big problem!

The tentacle you were holding in your hand shrank as you moved, and the red eyeball stuck on it was thrown away with mucus hanging on it, rolling to Mikazuki Munechika's feet.

“Hahaha, is that so?” Mikazuki Munechika moved an inch to the side imperceptibly, “Now doesn’t seem to be the time to laugh…”

“It’s still okay to laugh.” You said sincerely, “After all, the ingredients were cut from your body.”

What is this called...cutting your own leg meat and eating it?

You pick up the eyeball from the ground, not caring that it spins wildly in your palm, and directly string it onto the skewer.

With a puff, the slime covered your face. You fumbled around with the back of your hand, calmly took out the pan, turned your head to look at Mikazuki Munechika, and asked, "Grilled eyeballs, do you want it spicy?"

According to Ishikiri Maru, who was watching, it was the first time he knew that eyeballs and tentacles could make noises. The noises affected the appetite, and the appearance of the finished product affected the appetite even more. As for whether it tasted good...

Well, if there's no blade to spit out, it's delicious, right?

*

"Oh, from the Sanjo family, is the master's new dish delicious?"

When Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was serving dishes to Candakiri Mitsutada, saw Mikazuki Munechika, he stopped serving the dishes and putting the seasonings in the dishes. He teleported over and said in a hypocritical tone, "That's food filled with the master's love. You didn't waste it, did you?"

"Oh, unlike me, no matter what the master cooks, I will eat it all~"

You followed behind and heard the words and the tone, and immediately decided to fulfill the NPC's wish. When you passed by Tsurumaru Kuninaga, you quickly stuffed a piece of strawberry jam grilled tentacle into his mouth.

"Do you like it? You like it, don't worry, come on, eat more, there's still a lot."

“… Ugh… Ugh… Yamaubada… Tsk… Help…”

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro pulled at his hood, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally showed some comradeship: "Master...are you still going to eat?"

"Eat." You took your hand back and said righteously, "Why not?" After a pause, you added, "Mikazuki and Tsurumaru won't eat. Mikazuki should have been full just now, but does this Blade have such a small appetite? He didn't even finish one portion. I made a set of 99 dishes..."

Mikazuki Munechika smiled but said nothing.

"Tsurumaru likes new dishes, so let him eat new dishes at noon." You said firmly, "I know Tsurumaru's appetite, and the remaining dishes will definitely fill him up."

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro glanced at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was lying on the ground and twitching, and the latter looked at him with eyes full of expectation.

"...I understand." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro looked away, "I'll go get a bowl that's suitable for Tsurumaru-dono's rice."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's resistance was futile and he was killed in battle.

"Ah, is the Judge here too?" Kadakiri Mitsutada brought the last dish out from the kitchen. "I'm pretty confident in my cooking skills. Would you like to try it, Judge?"

What's this... this familiar wave of loving light? You look at him, then look at Ishikiri Maru who is still outside, and suddenly realize: it turns out to be Honmaru Mommy and Daddy!

Sure enough, in every game, there are characters with this kind of positioning.

"Master, do you need someone to pick up some food for you?" Mikazuki Munechika bent down and picked you up. "Hahaha, I also want to experience the role of a caregiver occasionally."

You don't care.

When you are eating, you prefer to have something to go with your meal, such as videos or novels.

But this is not your Honmaru, there is no internet connection, so...

"Mikazuki Munechika." You called out the other person's name, your face serious, "Please tell me your story."

Eating and reading the main story at the same time is a good way to kill two birds with one stone.

*

There is nothing interesting about Mikazuki Munechika's Blade Life.

After being forged in the forging room by a lucky judge, he said the opening words "Mikazuki Munechika", got familiar with people, went out on the battlefield, fought with the Time Travel Army, protected history, and drank tea with his colleagues in Honmaru...

His blade life is no different from other "Mikazuki Munechika".

For the sword, the judge is not the best master, but he is the best judge. Even if he resigns, he will submit the application after confirming the character of the next successor with the current government.

He will feel reluctant, but he is a paid old man after all, so it is better for him to let the younger Ren declare his feelings loudly.

The new judges have already begun handing over their work to the current government. I believe it won’t be long before they have a new master.

What will the master be like this time? Will he go to the battlefield with them? Will he be able to use a sword? Is he a child who is not good at fighting? Oh, the sword has a human body, and it can experience all kinds of emotions.

Mikazuki Munechika felt something was wrong one morning.

What went wrong, he couldn't tell, but his body seemed... strange? Was he sick? Could swordsmen get sick? Ah, that would be a really novel experience.

Ishikirimaru and Iwamoto were very worried about his condition, and there was always someone staying in the room to watch over him.

"I really need to be taken care of this time..." Mikazuki Munechika, who was forcibly stuffed into the quilt by Ishikiri Maru, poked his head out and threw the bag of ice off his forehead, saying helplessly, "I don't have a fever, Ishikiri Maru."

"Is that so?" Ishikirimaru took out a coin from the side, "Do you need me to exorcise the evil spirits? Maybe it will make you feel better." After saying that, he became a little worried, "Will it disturb your rest? Yakuin said that the patient needs a lot of rest."

"Hahaha, it's okay, if doing this can make you feel at ease." Mikazuki Munechika quietly pressed his waist, which was a little sore from lying down. "I really don't want to have this experience again."

Ishikirimaru knelt beside him and began to wave the blessing coin: "The evil spirits retreat, the disaster is eliminated..."

The sky seemed to darken.

The lights went on and off, and finally stopped completely amid the sound of breaking glass, and the room became dark in an instant.

It was clearly daytime, but the entire room was terribly dark. Just by staying in the room, one could feel the eerie feeling that made Blade's hair stand on end.

Something invisible was moving in the silent room.

After Ishikirimaru began to exorcise the evil, Mikazuki Munechika's consciousness slowly became a blur. The ceiling twisted and overlapped before his eyes, colorful colors appeared in his vision, and strange noises rang in his ears.

Intimate whispers, painful roars, joyful giggles, and many other indistinguishable voices.

Where is he?

Consciousness was devoured even more severely.

He heard the sound of soft objects squirming nearby, the sound of sticky liquids rubbing together, and he heard...

“Mikazuki…Mikazuki…Mikazuki Munechika! Wake up!”

The sound of Ishikiri Maru!

The scattered consciousness gathered again in his body, and Mikazuki Munechika opened his eyes again. He sat up suddenly, gasping for breath.

Is this... black fog? He looked at everything in front of him blankly. The whole room was shrouded in an unknown fog. Tentacles growing from the floor were waving wantonly. There were cracks on the wall, and dark red eyeballs were peeking out from them.

Ishikirimaru was struggling to break free from the group of tentacles. Mikazuki Munechika wanted to go over, but then he realized that his legs were tightly wrapped by a strange piece of meat.

As if realizing that he had woken up, the abnormality in the room disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Great, Mikazuki, you finally woke up..." Ishikirimaru suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground, "Black air suddenly came out of your body, and I couldn't get close to you..."

Didn't Ishikirimaru see those things? Mikazuki Munechika suppressed his doubts, slowly walked over, and helped the man up: "Hahaha, I feel fine now, Ishikirimaru your..."

Mikazuki Munechika suddenly fell silent.

"Ah...did I help you?" Ishikirimaru raised his head, revealing his black hair and reddening eyes. "That's great."

"Hmm? Mikazuki, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something strange on my face?"

Mikazuki Munechika spoke several times, but was unable to tell Ishikirimaru the truth.

The feeling of self-blame and guilt surged like a tide, almost drowning him. He knew that Ishikirimaru's change must have something to do with him.

It was he who harmed Ishikiri Maru.

"Hahaha, I brought lunch back. Ishikiri Maru, is Mikazuki feeling better?"

Yan Rong, who went to get lunch, opened the door and walked in carelessly. When he saw the two people in the room, the smile on his face faded.

"Ishikiri Maru." Yan Rong was serious for once. "You look like this..."

"Is it dark?"

After hearing what Yan Rong said, Ishikirimaru seemed to realize something, and he also realized the reason why Mikazuki Munechika didn't speak just now.

"Is that so..." Ishikirimaru was in a trance for a moment. He looked at Mikazuki Munechika, his tone full of apology, "I'm sorry, Mikazuki, it seems I can't exorcise the evil spirit for you."

"Yanrong, I'll have to trouble you to tell Kitsunesuke."

"I see."

As Yan Rong just turned around, Mikazuki Munechika saw strange tentacles emerging from the floor again. He wanted to stop them, but it was too late.

In just a few seconds, Yan Rong also turned into the Dark Fallen Sword.

Ah...it's all his fault.

Thinking of Sanrizuki Muneki recently.

If only he could die.