Chapter 5: Just a Shy and Introverted Fatty

You used the indescribable king fish and other spoils to make a delicious seafood fried rice.

[Your assistant position "Chef" has been upgraded]

【Congratulations on reaching level 5】

[Chef's exclusive backpack, chef's exclusive skills are now available]

You checked and found that one is specifically for storing ingredients and seasonings, so you don't have to consume the number of slots in the player's backpack, and the other has a special skill... which is to reduce the cooking time by 10%.

Tsk, boring.

"Why don't you eat?"

You stuffed a mouthful of rice into your mouth. It smelled so good, the chewy octopus legs, the sweet shrimps, the crab meat, wow, you are simply a cooking genius. You love your rice so much.

Kitsunesuke laughed awkwardly: "Hahaha, Lord Judge, we Kitsunesuke only need to eat fried tofu." After seeing what the original ingredients looked like, how could it possibly eat them!

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro watched you eat happily, and finally took a deep breath, raised the spoon, and stuffed the fried rice into his mouth with the momentum of going into battle to kill the enemy.

His expression froze: "...delicious."

It is really delicious. The fried rice is distinct and soft, not dry. The sweetness of the seafood is well blended with the texture. The octopus leg cubes are chewy, which makes the fried rice even more delicious.

Even if the raw material, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, didn't want to recall it, even if the inquisitor was making fried rice in a pan that glowed for unknown reasons while giving a weird chuckle, this was the first time in his life that he ate food that tasted like this...

Kitsunesuke was chewing on the seafood fried tofu you made for him, when he suddenly saw Yamaubakiri Kunihiro beside him start to cry. He panicked: "Your Highness Yamaubakiri Kunihiro! Why are you crying? Is the food really poisonous?! Lord Judge, give me the blade..."

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro pinched Kitsunesuke and wiped his eyes expressionlessly, but his ears slowly turned red and he began to stammer when he spoke: "I... that... is not... the rice is delicious..."

"Oh, of course the meal is delicious." After all, you cooked it. "Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, right? You just ran over here. Were you ready to..."

Was his previous behavior seen? Yamaubakiri Kunihiro's hands on his knees tightened. Ah, he must have been rejected... He didn't do anything. He promised to protect the Judge, but in the end the Judge solved the crisis himself... As expected... Was it because he was a counterfeit...

"Are you going to help me kill the fish?"

You enthusiastically jumped onto the table, grabbed Yamaubakiri Kunihiro's hand, and said sincerely: "You are such a good person. I have been killing fish in RT-Mart for twenty years. My heart has long been as cold and ruthless as my knife, but--" You suddenly raised your voice, "When I saw you, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, the first time I saw you, I knew that you with this dazzling golden hair, you will definitely become the next King of the Kitchen!"

This time it's you, the last one was Mr. Amuro from Café Poirot.

You believe that Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, who has the same blond hair as Mr. Amuro, can also make a super delicious sandwich.

"Do you...believe that I can...a replica...do that?"

"Of course I believe you." You nodded and emphasized, "You are my knife."

Don't ask, asking is the trust in the golden retriever and the player's strength.

You saw Yamaubakiri Kunihiro suddenly open his eyes wide, and his green eyes instantly shone with incomparable brilliance.

In a trance, you see a lake filled with stars.

It's just...very pretty.

If the same eyeball could be produced, it would look better when installed on the player.

"I believe...I believe in imitations..."

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro began to stutter again. He turned his head away a little uncomfortably, pulled down his hood, glanced at you secretly, and added in a low voice:

"...I will try my best to meet your expectations."

As a replica, strive to become a masterpiece that you are proud of.

*

"So, what does that fox guy want from me?"

When you think of fishing, Kitsunesuke seems to have something to tell you.

Considering that you caught the king fish with one rod, you generously forgive the other party for disturbing your fishing.

"It's Kitsunesuke, the judge!" Kitsunesuke protested dissatisfiedly, "The subsidies for the current politics have been issued, and there are also benefits for the new judges, Kogumumaru-dono and Tsurumaru Kuninaga-dono."

Oh, I see. It's a benefit for novices. You will get a rare knife for playing the game. This knife will definitely become the main combat force for civilians in the early stage of land development. After that, it will be the beginning of planning to cheat krypton.

But...Tsurumaru Kuninaga?

Damn it, isn't that the name of your maxed-out Wandering Knife?

"Take it, Kogunemaru, but return the Tsurumaru Kuninaga..."

"Eh? Eh? Why, Lord Judge? Don't you like Tsurumaru-dono's personality?" Kitsunesuke's eyes widened. "Although Tsurumaru-dono's personality is a bit eccentric, he is still very reliable... probably... in serious matters."

"no."

You shook your head, wishing you could rush to that 5-1 battlefield and grab the knife... ahem, get it back.

"I have a Tsurumaru Kuninaga." You lowered your voice and showed a sad expression, "But he longs for freedom, and now he has become a wild Tsurumaru wandering in 5-1. So, can Tokisei send me to 5-1 so that I can welcome Tsurumaru back to Honmaru and reach the peak of Hagi?"

"Impossible." Kitsunesuke retorted, "Tsurumaru Kuninaga will never drop from 5-1. If you, the Judge, encountered the wandering Tsurumaru Kuninaga, there is only one possibility..."

"It is a knife abandoned by its original owner."

You are silent.

You are angry.

Damn Ji Zheng, is he going to be a knife dealer? 5-1 Why can't you have a wandering Tsurumaru that belongs to you? The first time you saw the blade of the Blade family, you knew that this was the knife that belonged to you.

“It’s okay.” You calmly drew your weapon and smiled, “I can find it myself.”

"No, Master Judge!" Kitsunesuke flew over and hung on your back, using his impressive weight to carry you forward. "The current government has restricted the passage to the battlefield. You can't get to the advanced battlefield without passing through the battlefield in front!"

"The judges are forbidden to go to the battlefield before the swords have passed the battlefield for the first time." Kitsunesuke's voice suddenly turned into an emotionless mechanical sound. "If you violate the rules, the main circle will take back all the swords and dismiss the judges."

“So… So…” Kitsunesuke, who had returned to his true voice, flattered, “When the Judge reaches 5-1, even if an illegal sword appears, we can bring it back secretly, but if we force it…”

You put the knife away and let out a long sigh.

"Da Lang." You touched Kitsunesuke's head lovingly, "Do you know? In fact, I was born with social phobia."

“Is… is that so?” I couldn’t tell at all.

"Yeah, I'm just a shy, introverted fat kid who's not good at speaking. I don't have any bad intentions." You approached Kitsunesuke, smiling, "So if I go to Wanwu and accidentally blow up Shizheng one day, it must be Shizheng's fault. Do you understand?"

There is no wrong way to choose the collection method.

The only thing wrong is this game!

*

"So that's how it is."

California Qingguang was thoughtful.

"But the previous part was just bragging. There's no need to talk about it, right?"

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro pretended not to hear.

"Master had an accident before coming to Honmaru and landed on the battlefield. He met Kashuu Kiyomitsu from another Honmaru and was brought back. It might be because of you that Master... had a bad sense."

"The Tsurumaru was also found by its master at that time." Having lost his quilt, Yamaubakiri still gets depressed easily, "Ah... since it's just a replica... it's not even the original sword anymore..."

Hey! Shouldn't we worry that any blade could take the master away? Damn, what's wrong with this Honmaru? Is there no blade to stop the master?

The ground suddenly shook.

"What happened? Enemy attack?" Kashuu Kiyomitsu drew his knife and looked around vigilantly.

"It's okay, the master is just frying fish." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro took out two "Cool" sunglasses from his clothes and handed one to Kashuu Kiyomitsu, "The master said that this way the collection speed will be faster."

"Eh...sunglasses?"

Kashuu Kiyomitsu saw Yamaubakiri Kunihiro skillfully put on his sunglasses, hesitated for a moment, and then put on his sunglasses as well.

The next second, white light that could be felt through the sunglasses filled the entire field of vision.

"What...what is this?"

Kashuai Kiyomitsu opened his mouth unconsciously.

"The master said that this is a portable torpedo she made based on the principle of lightning." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro replied in a very calm tone, "But there was a small problem in the production process, so there was a sound before the flash."

“…Thanks for the little problem.”

"The master is very lucky and is very kind to everyone. The golden sword is stored in the warehouse and Ji Yu is guarding in Xiao Hunwan's room. If you need it, you can go and get it yourself."

"No matter where you are, try not to get seriously injured. The spiritual energy in the main pill is very sufficient, and minor and moderate injuries will recover quickly. There are no side effects or strange smells."

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro took off his sunglasses again.

"If you are seriously injured, you can eat more of the food cooked by the master. It contains the master's spiritual power."

"But don't eat the raw materials that the master has not processed after collecting them." Yamaubakiri Kunihiro smiled faintly, "Unless you want to feel the taste of the spiritual power when you manifest again."

“It tastes the same.”

Kashuu Kiyomitsu couldn't believe what Yamaubakiri Kunihiro had gone through to get such a ridiculous conclusion. He patted Yamaubakiri Kunihiro on the shoulder and said, "You...you and Kogumumaru-dono, you've worked hard too."

"But..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu's eyes became sharp, "It's impossible to make me give up my master's favor just by using such words."

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro was silent for a while.

He turned his head away and muttered quietly: "...failed."

"Humph, as expected, all of this is a trick you and Kogunimaru use to stop me." Kashuu Kiyomitsu snorted coldly, "Well, after all, it's great that the owner of such a lovely sword like mine would cherish it a little more..."

"Are you calling me?"

You are taking care of sunflowers on the roof when you hear someone calling "owner". After making sure that the sunflowers are growing vigorously today, you sneakily peek out from the rooftop cat.

When you saw Kashuai Kiyomitsu and Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, you waved your hand, and amid Kashuai Kiyomitsu's frightened cry of "Master, be careful!", you made a leap of faith from the rooftop.

"Perfect score!"

You turned around and enthusiastically distributed the garbage, oh no, the spoils, that you had just dug out from every corner of the main castle to the two swords:

"Here's one for you. I just dug it out of the haystack where the horse feed is piled."

You gave Yamaubakiri Kunihiro a plastic yellow duck.

[Plastic yellow duck (normal): A great bathing companion. No one dislikes a yellow duck, haha]

Looking at California Clear Light, you thought for a moment, then took out the only rare quality item you got today with a little heaviness.

[Makuuchi Bento (rare): A bento with rich ingredients that helps you feel the warmth of home even when you are away from home. After eating, it increases your satiety and mood points.]

"This is a more advanced item, a bento! I'll give it to you since you're a newbie."

You reluctantly stuffed the lunch box into California Kiyomitsu's hands.

"You have to treat it well. This is a rare item that I got after fishing all afternoon."

After delivering the gifts, you remembered that the potatoes in the field were about to ripen, so without even saying hello, you disappeared in front of the two blades like the wind, dragging your long cloak.

"Master, she..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu looked at the still steaming makuuchi bento in his hand and spoke with difficulty, "Has it always been like this?"

No wonder spiritual power tastes like this!

"Um."

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro quietly pinched the little duck.

“You’ll get used to it.”