Chapter 4 How is it scarier than the abyss?
When Kashuu Kiyomitsu was awakened, the first thing he felt was the powerful yet gentle spiritual power of the Judge. Will his master this time take good care of him?
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, spiritual power that smelled like a mixture of overturned seasoning bottles with a lethal dose of salt, sugar and mustard powder suddenly rushed into his mind.
So when California Qingguang, who had just transformed, landed on the ground, the first thing he did was not to greet the judge, but to turn around and hold on to the wall to spit out the jade steel.
"Sorry...I'm sorry...Master...tsk...tsk..."
Damn, isn't this completely unlovable? Kashuu Kiyomitsu was heartbroken. His master saw his ugly state... He must be hated, right?
"Ah! The one who came this time is Kashuu Kiyomitsu!"
Huh? Hearing the inquisitor say this, Kashuu Kiyomitsu turned his head sharply and widened his eyes. This tone...
Could it be that the master has been expecting his arrival all along?
“Tsk.”
Tsk? Is that right?
Obviously, this is such a cute little inquisitor - although the hair color and clothing are a bit challenging for the sharp eyes, it doesn't matter, he, California Clear Light, will definitely make his master more adorable - why would he make such an inelegant and disdainful sound.
You can't be dissatisfied with him, right?
Haha, how is that possible?
"Why do you all want to spit out tamagoyaki? Do you know that tamagoyaki is super expensive? Can't you just spit out charcoal? Oh oh oh, I want to see the colorful black vomit waterfall..."
"No, a replica can't do that. Please stop looking at me like that."
"No... even if it's Starry Eyes... don't expect a knockoff."
"...I understand. I will try my best."
What kind of weird conversation is this? Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, don't try your best at everything!
Kashuu Kiyomitsu was powerless to complain, but the next second, a flame ignited behind him again. This couldn't go on any longer! How could a mere Yamaubakiri take away all the attention and love of the Judge?
After finally stopping the disgust, he patted his face, put on the smile you were familiar with, and knelt on one knee: "I am Kashuu Kiyomitsu, a child from the lower reaches of the river, known as the son of the river. Although it is not easy to control, the performance is first-class."*
“Looking for people who can use me often, cherish me, and adorn me.”*
This posture and the content of the conversation are strange... You quietly, quietly took a step back.
When Kashuai Qingguang saw your actions, he was struck by lightning. He trembled and covered his face with his hands, saying in grief: "I... am I... disliked by my master?"
Yamaubakiri Kunihiro looked as if he was used to it. He stepped forward and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "This is how the master is. Just wait until you get used to it."
Although I may not be able to get used to the end of this life.
"Then I'll give you the new blade this time, pretty quilt."
You tugged at Yamaubakiri Kunihiro's cape, showing your healthy teeth and gave him a thumbs up.
"But can't you lend me your sheets? Quilt."
"Don't call me a blanket, and don't call me pretty. This isn't a sheet..." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro refuted your words skillfully while taking off his cape and putting it on you. "Be careful, don't fall."
"Okay, pretty, okay, pretty."
You see, no NPC can reject players!
It doesn't matter if you refuse, because players have no morals. Players can use robbing, hehe, things that are forced are even more delicious...
Kashuu Kiyomitsu tilted his head in confusion: Hey, didn't this Yamaubakiri guy refuse at all? He didn't even struggle!
He looked down at his outfit and regretted that he didn't have a cloak that could attract the Inquisitor's attention...but he had a beautiful red scarf!
"Master, do you need my scarf? You will become more adorable if you put it on."
“No.” You rejected it immediately, showing your disgust, “What’s the point of pairing red and green? Your taste for beauty is weird. I refuse.”
California cleared, seriously injured.
He lost, he cleared all the cards, and actually lost to a bed sheet!
You put on Yamaubakiri Kunihiro's cloak, hummed a tuneless little song, and left the forging room with a step that showed you didn't recognize anyone.
A few minutes later, Kasen Kanesada's roar came from not far away: "Master, you are running around wearing Yamaubakiri's bed sheet again! Ahhh, the back is all dirty! Take it off quickly!!"
Standing at the door, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro's entire blade darkened. He wanted to pull off his hat to cover himself and turn into a mushroom, but when he reached out his hand, he felt empty. Then he remembered that the cloak was given to the diviner. He leaned against the door, muttering to himself: "I already said it's not a bed sheet... Because it's a replica, so no one cares what I say..."
Kashuu Kiyomitsu wanted to sigh, but he was also oddly happy: after all, the current style of Yamaubakiri Kunihiro was the blade he was familiar with.
Where did that second personality of Yamaubakiri who took the initiative to compete for favor just now come from?
*
"There are 12 swords in the main palace now, and you can see the other blades at dinner time."
Yamaubakiri Kunihiro walked in front, introducing the facilities of the main castle to Kashuu Kiyomitsu, while emphasizing: "Our main castle number is N879. If the owner is lost in Man'ya, we must go to the Current Affairs Broadcasting Center to issue a notice to find him."
"No, wait? Why did the master get lost?"
Yamaubakiri was silent for two seconds, then answered with difficulty: "Because the master will...let go."
It was difficult to explain to someone who had never experienced it, so he changed the subject.
"The master is a diviner recruited through a special channel, so he has no shortage of resources. However, the master doesn't do much daily training or forging. The blades in the main maru are all brought back by everyone when they are clearing the map."
"The master is in charge of the cooking duty of the Honmaru. Because there are too few blades, the inner blades only need to perform the horse duty, and the remaining blades will take turns to form the first team to go into battle."
"The food we eat... is all made by the master himself?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu suppressed the smile that was about to rise, but in the end, his worry prevailed. "If we don't do the pilgrimage, where will the ingredients come from? And the master is so small, wouldn't it be tiring to cook so many dishes?"
"...The master is eager to go to the 5-1 battlefield, but the current political situation prohibits the judges from participating in the first battlefield, so everyone is trying their best to increase the level and advance the map."
"Hey! Your way of changing the subject is too abrupt, isn't it? This is even more suspicious."
"...You will understand later."
Yamaubakiri Kunihiro gave up explaining and showed a look that Kashuai Kiyomitsu couldn't understand, a mixture of fatigue, sympathy and a hint of schadenfreude.
"Why is the master in such a hurry to go to 5-1?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu was curious, "Do you want to get a rare knife?"
"Yes... and no." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro thought for a while, and the whole blade turned gray again. "The owner said that her sword was wandering in 5-1, so she wanted to get it back."
"ha--?"
*
In order to encourage talents to join the team of judges, the current political situation has been vigorously promoting recently that new judges will be given Kogunemaru and Tsurumaru Kuninaga as soon as they are hired.
You just caught up with this event.
When Kitsunesuke came back with two swords on his back, the Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, the beginner sword, had just finished spitting out the tamakan and was sitting in the corridor weakly, daydreaming.
And you, sitting on a small stool, concentrate on fishing without bait.
Kitsunesuke came up to Yamaubakiri Kunihiro and glanced at you, worried: "There are still no fish in the pond, right? Isn't the Judge going to be an air force?"
Yamaubakiri Kunihiro's reaction was a bit strange. He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, he tactfully asked Kitsunesuke to take a look at the fish barrel of the Judge.
Kitsunesuke muttered something about how Lord Yamaubakiri Kunihiro had also started to be a mystery teller, and then he ran towards you, saying, "Sir, we have brought back all the resources and new swords that were distributed by the government."
When he ran to your side, Kitsunesuke glanced at the fish bucket casually: live shrimp, hairtail, electric eel, starfish, crab... shallow water fish and deep sea fish are all there. He didn't know how to put so many in such a small bucket? Or where did the pond in Honmaru bring so many varieties of aquatic products?
When the political situation is unified and the well-informed Kitsunesuke is confused, three huge yellow exclamation marks suddenly appear on your head.
You excitedly stand up from the bench, hold the fishing rod with both hands, and mutter to yourself: "Finally, I caught a king fish. It turns out that the king fish at this fishing spot don't need bait."
Kitsunesuke looked at you, then at the ripples on the entire surface of the water, and felt that you had caught a big fish.
Haha, where did such a big creature come from in the pond... But when it thinks about your various operations, it is not sure, and it hurriedly runs back to the corridor on all fours to ask for help: "Your Highness Yamaubakiri Kunihiro! Come and help me!!"
The Inquisitor is still a child, he will be dragged down!
Stop you directly? Just kidding, Kitsunesuke couldn't stop you from collecting to awaken the initial sword before. Besides, with its short arms and legs, it can only be used as fish feed together with you if there is a big fish.
Wuwu, it's just a humble fox that can do nothing but eat fried tofu.
When Yamaubakiri Kunihiro hurried over with Kitsunesuke, your fish was caught.
The king fish broke out of the water, and its huge black shadow, which kept wriggling, blocked out the sun.
In an instant, the world went from day to night, huge crimson pupils stared coldly at every person/blade/fox, and the overwhelming smell of the sea enveloped the entire Honmaru.
What is this……
Kitsunesuke's hair stood on end and he dared not move.
What is this...
Is it really just a fish?
Yamaubakiri Kunihiro's hood was blown off by the wind that smelled of the sea, and his golden hair shone brightly in the darkness. His pupils shrank rapidly, and his whole body was shaking, making it impossible for him to use his sword to attack.
Is this the end?
Can't.
He held the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, bearing the most primitive fear, and approached you step by step.
Even if it's just a replica of the knife, I must——
Protect the master.
“Wow,” you sighed. “It turns out that the fish king has its own animation when he is hooked. That’s awesome!”
But this animation is a bit too long, and you are in a hurry to go to the kitchen to make fried rice to upgrade.
So you grabbed the fishing rod and yanked the fish down hard: "No one can look down on the players! Come on down!"
It's just a big fish, but I will braise it, steam it, and serve it with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tonight.
【The king fish at this fishing spot has been recorded】
[The King Fish is unique and will never appear again at this fishing spot]
The world is bright again.
Yamaubakiri Kunihiro and Kitsunesuke saw you standing on the head of an indescribable fish, and while thinking seriously, they impatiently slapped their constantly waving tentacles down.
Hmm... what should an octopus do?
You raised your head after a brief thought and smiled brightly at the NPCs not far away: "How about grilled octopus tonight?"
You took out your novice samurai sword, cut off a dangling tentacle, and ran to them with the tentacle, which was bigger than you, like a cat showing off its hunting trophy to someone it likes: "The ingredients are absolutely fresh, trust me."
“It’s guaranteed to be delicious.”
Then, the fear of the abyss in the hearts of Yamaubakiri Kunihiro and Kitsunesuke all turned into the hearty smile of the fluorescent little fat eggplant.