Chapter 34 Single-edged Perspective

34.

Mitsutada Chodaikiri has lived in Shin-Honmaru for some time.

Although I haven't lived here for a long time, this Honmaru is really... too lively. Or rather, it's Honmaru's Blade who is very lively. Blade who came here with him quickly integrated into the community. It seems that everyone likes this place very much. Even little Jialuo quickly established a good relationship with the cat family in the backyard.

However, during this period of time, the Shinsengumi did not appear in Honmaru very often. It seems that the Shinsengumi has a disease that causes it to fall into intermittent long sleep. Humans call this disease "Sleeping Beauty"?

In severe cases, the Judge will die in his sleep. The Blades who knew this information were very depressed, and a group of Blades were already discussing whose blade should be placed closest to the heart when buried with the Judge.

Finally, Kitsunesuke jumped out to refute the rumor, saying that this was a special way for the Shinto Judge to return to the real world, and that Tokisei had not signed a contract with the Shinto Judge, so the Shinto Judge could go back anytime and anywhere.

This also means that the Honmaru could be abandoned at any time.

Now, Zhong Ren became even more depressed, with a gloomy face the whole day, as if he had seen a future where he would be abandoned by his master. Even Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't have the energy to prepare to scare him.

"Because it will be boring without the master..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was lying on the corridor and escaping from the inner world, turned over listlessly, "Tsuru is almost dying... Why did the master go to sleep again?" He was full of resentment, "Why don't you allow me to be a close servant? I already said that I didn't secretly pull out the master's hair last time... I'm not like some blades who secretly collect the master's things..."

Well, sometimes Mr. Tsuru would say something that I couldn't understand. Cangdaikiri Mitsutada laughed dryly and prepared to leave with the tray in his hand.

"Ah, Master? Are you awake?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes lit up, and a white crane flew up and landed on the judge. The judge, who was obviously in a hurry to harvest the crops, touched his head perfunctorily.

This level of comfort made Tsurumaru Kuninaga howl even louder: "Master - are cranes not as important as vegetables? Every time I wake up, I have to harvest and plant vegetables. I'm almost bored to death!"

Standing nearby, Kadakiri Mitsutada could clearly see the look of "disdain" written all over the face of the judge, but the small judge still tried his best to stand on tiptoe and comfort Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Be good, be good, you won't sleep so long in a while."

Well, it’s this soothing head-patting action that really does feel like patting a puppy… It’s better not to tell Mr. Tsuru about this.

Although the Shinshinja is a child, it often feels like they are tolerating this group of insecure swordsmen. Cangdaikiri Mitsutada thought that this kind of relationship was really strange.

He and the former Inquisitor had a standard superior-subordinate relationship, so he couldn't quite understand why this Honmaru swordsman was so... insecure? And so clingy.

"Ah... this problem?" Kasen Kanesada, who came to help in the kitchen, stopped cutting vegetables. "When the master went to catch, ahem, bring Tsurumaru-dono back, the contract between us and the master was temporarily severed." He took out a tomato from the washed basket, cut it into small pieces skillfully, and put it on a plate for later use. "Not long after the master came back, he fell into a deep sleep... It lasted for almost a month."

"If the contract hadn't been there, we would have thought that the master..." Kasen Kanesada smiled bitterly, "The master's ability is a mystery. She does many things as she pleases. All we can do is stay by her side while she sleeps."

"As a sword, we are of no help on the battlefield, and we are not as good as our master in housekeeping. We are like this..." He sighed, "We will be abandoned by our master at any time, right?"

"Everyone has a sense of insecurity to some extent, and I think Kadokiri-dono should understand this... Should I cut this potato into pieces?" Kasen Kanesada rinsed the potato with running water and murmured, "Sometimes I also feel that the master who is almost omnipotent is like a real god..."

Is that so...the swordsmen in Honmaru really like their master, but their master's personality makes them uneasy...

"No, I'll do it." Candelaikiri Mitsutada added fresh vegetables to the pot of stewing curry, "Did the master prepare the food before? I really want to try it if I have the chance..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the Inquisitor suddenly hang down from the beam and greet them enthusiastically: "Hey! Is today's lunch curry? I smelled it when I was looking through the trash can just now."

The judge tried to face the candlestick Mitsutada, with her green braid hanging in the air and swaying: "What do you want to try? There are still a lot of bonus food in Xiaofei's backpack."

Cangdaikiri Mitsutada was startled by this appearance, and suddenly understood why Tsurumaru Kuninaga liked the Shinto Judge so much - a scary duo, right?

Kasen Kanesada, who had long been accustomed to this, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, slowly turned his head, and showed a ferocious expression to the judge: "Master, are you rummaging through the trash can again?"

"But that trash can is refreshed on the roof. Isn't it tempting me to look inside it..." The Inquisitor looked unrepentant. "What should I do? Are you going to hit me?"

The song master Kanesada choked.

Candakiri Mitsutada looked at the desperate housewife and spoke earnestly to her rebellious daughter: "You can let other blades turn it over for you... Master, get down from the beam first. If you hang like this, your blood circulation will be disrupted..."

The judge turned a few more times in the air, and when she heard Kasen Kanesada asking her to come down, she was silent for a few seconds, then stuck out her tongue and said cutely, "I can't find the rope, I can't untie it, hehe~"

Kasen Kanesada hurriedly left the kitchen and went to the outer room to look for scissors.

The only people left in the kitchen were Mitsutada Takakiri and the judge.

He was a little nervous, not because he was alone with the Judge, but because he was nervous about facing the unknown. After just a dozen days in Shin-Honmaru, he had fully understood that no blade could predict the Judge's actions, and you never knew whether the Judge would receive a gift or an indescribable pile in the next second.

The inquisitor looked at the candlestick for a while, then calmly took out a pair of scissors from his pocket, cut the rope short by himself, and somersaulted several times in the air at a speed that a normal person could not achieve. Finally, he landed in a perfect posture and stood in front of him without any injury.

Candelaikiri Mitsutada felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He resisted the urge to turn his head away and tried to keep a gentle tone: "Master, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The Inquisitor tilted his head and waved at him.

Mitsutada Takakiri bent down, put his small hand on his forehead, and quickly lifted his bangs.

"Hmm...it looks like she's not injured..." The Judge muttered, and took her hand back. "Is this outfit just a personal preference?"

"I was influenced by my former master... I mean Lord Ida. Sorry, I made a mistake."

Young girls are more thoughtful, aren't they? For some judges, a sword talking about its former master is ironclad evidence of disloyalty. Kadokidaikiri Mitsutada is not afraid of being ignored, but he is afraid of implicating other swords.

"Ah? What are you sorry for?"

The diviner showed a puzzled expression, but she soon figured something out and touched his face soothingly with her hand - still using the same method as stroking a puppy, but the gentle spiritual power flowed from the place where the two people were in contact, making Ren's mood calm in an instant.

Candakiri Mitsutada finally understood why the swordsman from Honmaru liked the Shinger sticker: on the one hand, it was the swordsman's natural liking for his current master, and on the other hand, it was this gentle, powerful, and familiar spiritual power that made the sword want to cry.

But judging from the inquisitor's behavior, it seems that I am not aware of this?

Is there some hidden secret?

Mitsutada Cangtaikiri was a little distracted, and he subconsciously rubbed his cheek against the palm of the judge's hand. When he came to his senses, he quickly stood up and apologized to the judge: "I'm sorry! It's really not cool to do this..." It was too immature and uncool to do this... this kind of coquettish behavior to the young judge!

His face seemed to be hot. How did those blades that could naturally act coquettishly towards the Judge do that? He now only wanted to escape from this Honmaru overnight and chop the uncool scene just now mixed with the Time Travel Army into pieces.

"What's the big deal? Isn't it normal to like being close to me?" The Judge showed a proud expression, "Is there any Blade in this Honmaru who doesn't like being close to me? Impossible! Don't like me? Just pretend!"

"Are you pursuing handsomeness?" After being proud for a while, the inquisitor put away his emotions and tilted his head to ask Candakiri Mitsutada, wondering, "But you already look very handsome now."

The Judge counted his handsome points on his fingers: "The eyepatch is unique and cool. I want to have one as cool as this. The golden eyes are cool too. It seems that the Ida group has uniform golden eyes? I also want the same color eyes. Why can't I join in? The bangs are unique. It feels like a group of enemies are coming from the opposite side. After defeating eight of them, I lift my bangs and find that there are eight more on the other side... Oh, but you are wearing an eyepatch, so you probably can't see it even if you lift it..."

Is this considered a compliment? The warmth on his face faded a lot, and Cangdaikiri Mitsutada didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he also understood that the Honmaru swordsman didn't like you entirely because of your spiritual power... He also knew why the Honmaru's initial swordsman told you to listen to the judge's words and only listen to the half you wanted to hear.

"Would you like to try some curry?" Candakiri Mitsutada regained his handsomeness, "I still have confidence in my cooking skills."

"Really? Tsurumaru also said that Candidaki's cooking skills are very good..." The inquisitor ran to the stew pot, brought out the special small stool next to it, stepped on it and opened the lid. The moment she smelled the fragrance, she turned her head and looked at Candidaki Mitsutada with a serious expression, "Misaki, my stomach is rumbling again. I want ten plates of Misaki's special curry rice, preferably ten fried tempura, twenty grilled chicken wings, ten cups of delicious milk tea, three pounds of chocolate cake and half a box of strawberries."

Huh? Did he make these things today? Does the Shintoist mean that we won't eat in Honmaru? Is he going back to the human world? Tsudaikiri Mitsutada, who was holding the spoon, was at a loss. He asked carefully, "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Yes," the Inquisitor answered quickly. She looked around furtively, leaned closer and whispered, "Don't tell the other Blades the name of the dish just now." Otherwise they'll be caught and force-fed drugs.

"Haha, okay, Master."

Mitsutada Takakiri maintained his handsome smile.

I’ll tell the pharmaceutical research department later.