Chapter 38 Single-edged Perspective
38.
"Is this really okay?" The quick-returned Candakiri Mitsutada was not very confident, "Mr. Tsuru, I always feel that the song is weird..."
Recalling the video he watched on Kitsunesuke's tablet, his expression gradually became subtle: "Master...will you really like it?"
"Kobo, have confidence in yourself." Tsurumaru Kuninaga put sunglasses on him and put the props in his hand into the hands of Okurigara, "Kurogara, too, you have to attract the master's attention. The Date group can't lose!"
Dajuligara glanced at the calling stick in his hand, returned it, turned around and was about to leave: "Not interested."
Candelaike Mitsutada held his shoulders tightly and said, "Well, Xiao Jialuo can try group activities occasionally. Don't you like your current master too?"
Daikurigala stood there for a while, then took the tool from Tsurumaru Kuninaga again, still with that sullen look on his face: "It's not for the sake of getting along well with you guys."
"Oh, the master is here."
Noticing the movement outside the door, Tsurumaru Kuninaga quickly put on his sunglasses and turned off the lights in the room together with Yamaubakiri Kunihiro.
Suppressing the strange feeling of shame, the moment the inquisitor opened the door, Candakiri Mitsutada began his performance: "Welcome to the sword dance! My master."
Kasen Kanesada appeared from behind him, pushing a cart of dazzling champagne towers. Behind him, Smiley Aoe was controlling the lights with a strange smile, ensuring that the brightest light would always fall on him and the champagne tower.
Dynamic music filled the room.
"Hey, hey, hey, champagne call——"
In the darkness, Blade frantically waved his cheering stick, creating a lively atmosphere. Gradually, Mitsutada Takakiri abandoned his sense of shame, and things got better and better.
It's better to say that I have become more comfortable with it.
"You are such a mean-spirited person, Aluki, for making me take it so seriously."
Candakiri Mitsutada was no longer shy, and his extroverted personality rose to a higher level, winking at the judge from time to time.
The male swordsman who has always pursued handsomeness, at this moment, fully released his personal sword charm. Even Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who planned everything in the corner, couldn't help but sigh: Koubo is really amazing.
Well, maybe he is suitable to be a gigolo? Candakiri Mitsutada thought so and ended with a handsome pose when the music ended.
The inquirer, who had been staring with eyes wide open and mouth slightly open since she pushed the door open, seemed to be restarting. After a pause, she showed an expression that seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
"Mi-chan, you learn really fast..." The Inquisitor looked at him with admiration, "Is this your second-stage mental attack?"
"Huh? Huh?"
No... not handsome? Did he sing badly just now? Candida Kōdaikiri was panicked, and he stopped posing. His handsomeness was gone, and the shame and restraint that had disappeared before returned.
"Sorry..." He sat on the ground in a standard kneeling position, covering his face with his hands, looking like he didn't want to see anyone, even using honorifics, "I'm sorry to have you see me looking so uncool..."
"It's... okay?" The inquisitor answered hesitantly, "Are you guys playing in a simulated male escort parlor?"
"Yes—" Tsurumaru Kuninaga appeared from the corner wearing "cool" sunglasses, "Master, do you feel that the relationship between us has taken a step further?"
"Your gigolo parlor..." The inquisitor sighed and began to shake his head, "No way."
All blades involved in the preparation were sunk.
The judge who had snatched Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sunglasses turned his head and said sternly: "Let me teach you!"
Soon, the Judge locked onto the first Lucky Blade——Nanzumi Ichimonji who was meowing in the corner.
"Thank you for your recommendation..." The judge slid and naturally approached Nanquan Ichimonji. She handed a dewy rose to him and said, "I am the plumber of AAA food stall."
"Please advise me."
Under the gaze of others, Nanquan Ichimonji swallowed nervously, took the flowers tremblingly, and cried: "Please give me more advice, meow..."
He looked at Ichimonji Norimune with a pleading look, but the blond old swordsman, who had once again entered the state of watching the show, pretended not to see him.
"Is this your first time here? Are you nervous?" The Inquisitor took off his sunglasses, revealing his affectionate comic eyes. "Don't be shy~"
Although he is still wearing the same weird metal eggplant outfit, he gives people the illusion of a 1.8-meter-tall Inquisitor wearing formal attire and looking particularly charming.
Is this a professional gigolo? All the people were in awe, he is worthy of being the master/general/lord.
Mitsutada Takakiri was taking notes seriously.
"There are no additional charges here. You can stay as long as you want." The censor took out a dried fish from the air. "Anyway, let's eat dried fish." The censor jumped onto the table and lifted Nanquan Ichimonji's chin with his hand. "Cute little~kitty~?"
Nanquan Ichimonji… Nanquan Ichimonji blushed.
"What a disappointing kid." Ichimonji Norimune tightly grasped his folding fan, "Does this mean you surrender?"
"If you change to other blades, they will surrender faster, right?" Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi sighed. He looked at Kasen Kanesada and said, "Who among you taught this?"
Utsusemi Kanesada, who had carefully prepared a flower arrangement performance, was distraught by the denial of the judge. When he heard Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi's question, he subconsciously answered, "No, no one taught us..."
Several blades fell silent at the same time.
Why is the judge so skilled? Does he often go to male escort clubs in the real world?
Anyway, back to the script, after the inquisitor finished teaching the cowherd, he sat obediently in a chair and watched all the performances of Blade.
"Great, great!" The Judge Seal clapped his hands. "You all look very handsome in suits, so..." She tilted her head. "What do you want to do?"
Because of the praises from the Inquisitor, the swordsmen became uneasy again.
"Of course we want the master to like us more!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had survived in the wild, was different. His skin was thicker than that of ordinary swords. "Master, are we not as good as the Kiku-ichimonji? Is it because we can't produce special effects?"
"No," the Inquisitor replied honestly, "Because you can't equip it."
The judge jumped down and pulled out the knife (the original form of Candidakiri Mitsutada) that was on the knife rack in the room.
"All of them have very beautiful and sharp swords. They feel good to use and are very easy to kill monsters." The Judge took the candlestick and made a knife flower, "Except that I can't equip it..."
She sheathed the knife.
"I like everyone very much."
"But in actual combat, weapons will always wear out, right?" The Inquisitor was a little distressed. "If you get hurt, I'll be very worried."
Then there was another paragraph that the Blade couldn't understand, like "If the main body is damaged or broken, it can't be repaired like a weapon. Will the illustration be deducted if the knife spirit disappears?", "Even if it is made into a weapon, it is still disposable, and it is a practical reward", and "The male blade will only affect the speed of Setsugetsuka."
I don’t understand it, but I can feel the love and cherishment of the judge.
Mitsutada Cangdaikiri, whose body was held, was the first to lose control and pink petals flew out from the top of his head.
"Eh? Mi-chan, you have a flower on your head?" The Judge was surprised. "So a knife spirit can grow flowers? Can you grow a demon flower?"
"No... Master, this just means I'm happy..."
Who provides training for the newbies of the Shinsengumi? Is the Kitsunesuke in Honmaru so unreliable?
Kitsunesuke, whose tablet was stolen, sneezed.
"Happy? What do you mean?"
"When the sword man is in a good mood, cherry blossoms will appear all over his body, which is also called "sakura snow fluttering" in the political arena." Mitsutada Cangdai's flower-fluttering posture was a little smaller. He pointed behind him and said, "Look, everyone is very happy now."
"Ah... so you're so happy, I totally understand!"
No, I feel like the Inquisitor doesn't understand at all.
But there was no time for Candidakiri Mitsutada to say anything, because all the knife-wielding spirits in the room started a cherry blossom blizzard, and in just a few seconds, the Judge and he, who was standing closest to him, were submerged in the overwhelming pink petals.
The judge who was rescued from the pile of flowers by Kadakiri Mitsutada struggled to peel off the petals on his face, spit out the cherry blossoms in his mouth, waved his hands in anger, and shouted: "I want to legislate!"
"No flowers or pets are allowed in this castle!"
The angry inquisitor dragged him out of the room.
Before leaving, Candakiri Mitsutada looked at each of his colleagues with a smile: "Everyone... will clean my room before I come back, right?"
"...Yes...Yes, that's right."
Having received the guarantee, Mitsutada Cangdai left with the judge with satisfaction.
"Damn it! In the end, Candlestick Chime won?"
"It wasn't like this at the beginning, Xiao Jialuo, we were abandoned by Guangfang..."
"…What do you want to do? I can help you."
"Dajuri-den, you..."
"Humph, I don't want to have a good relationship with you guys."
Knowing nothing about this, Candakiri Mitsutada asked the inquisitor a question: "Master, why don't you forge a knife?"
"Ah..." The Inquisitor lay in his arms, scratching her face, and said sheepishly, "I feel uncomfortable when there are too many people..." She muttered softly, "I was almost scared when I saw so many people in the room just now..."
Normally, all the swordsmen are scattered throughout the main castle, and the judges rarely see a scene where all of them are present.
"Don't look at me like this, I'm actually very socially anxious." The Inquisitor started complaining again, "I told the other Blades about this, but they didn't believe me."
"Are you afraid of contact with us, Master?"
"Not really..." The Inquisitor tried to find the right words, "It's just that there are too many people in the same space, which makes me nervous, dizzy, breathless, cold, and my hands and feet are shaking..."
"What about dinner time?"
"Just focus on eating." The inquisitor looked away, and the next second he became confident and confident, "Please suspend your social phobia. I'll eat Mi-chan's meal."
"But today, the master doesn't feel scared, right?" Cangdaikiri Mitsutada smiled, "Everyone likes the master, and the master likes everyone, right?"
The Inquisitor rested in his arms for a while.
"Indeed..." The Judge nodded, "After all, we are not human. No wonder I didn't feel social phobia in Honmaru."
No... the smile on Candida Kiritada's face was about to disappear, could this not be the reason?
The Inquisitor has never sharpened his sword. On the one hand, his blade skills are gradually becoming less and less skilled. On the other hand, everyone wants to see their brothers as soon as possible. The most important thing is, does the Inquisitor, who does not want to sharpen his sword, dislike swordmen?
This makes everyone more or less worried.
But it was still too difficult to get the judge to forge a knife on his own initiative. Candakiri Mitsutada apologized in his heart, "I'm sorry, everyone, I failed to complete the task assigned to me..."
"Then let's go sharpen the knife now!"
The judge of gods can make a decisive decision with one blow.
“Eh…eh?”
It seems that the wish has been fulfilled in a miraculous way? Candakiri Mitsutada was dragged to the forging room in a daze. Is this the lucky blessing of the limited gigolo?
The male service practitioners in the world today are really amazing...
The swordsmith who had been left idle for a long time finally came to life, and the flame of struggle ignited behind him. This led to the rare 3:20 appearing in the forging pool without any talismans.
The inquisitor, who was too lazy to wait, simply cast an acceleration talisman.
A blond male swordsman wearing a white military uniform appears amidst the dancing cherry blossoms.
"Genji's most important treasure, Mustache."
After seeing the Inquisitor, the smile on his face deepened a little, and his tone became softer and sweeter.
"Are you the master of this generation?"