Chapter 56 Does it really exist?

56.

"So, what you mean, Master Shinshou, is that after you visited other Honmaru, you took three swordmen to the battlefield to practice, then picked up twenty swordmen from the battlefield, and finally practiced with the new blades, and only returned to Honmaru after all the swords had reached a certain level of practice?"

Kitsunesuke pounces on your face like an activated facehugger: "Sir, the Judge! Although I am a fox, I also have intelligence! Which battlefield can I find His Highness Shirayama Yoshimitsu?!"

Even if we eat fried tofu every day and don't pay attention to the situation of the judge, it is hard not to suspect that the judge is going to steal the blades of other judges when he brings so many swords back to the main camp at once! If this serious violation of the rules is known by the current government, I dare not imagine how the weak judge will be treated...

Kitsunesuke's little head is already filled with miserable images of you being captured by political figures and thrown into a dungeon, locked in a small room without windows, having to eat only unpalatable steamed bread slices every day, and having your spiritual power squeezed out at certain times.

It shook its head vigorously and hugged you tighter. No, we must protect the Judge and lead him back to the right path. There is no turning back!

Kitsunesuke, who didn't know that most of the sword spirits you brought back were corrupted, naively believed: Although the sword account was lit up, but... but if he found a suitable reason and with the help of Changyiden and others, he would be able to deceive the current government, right?

Your vision was blocked by the fluffy fox fur. You struggled to pull the solid fox off your face. Then, you took a deep breath and looked at Higekiri with a serious expression: "Onee-chan, Fox Dalang actually has intelligence. What should I do?"

"That's really a headache." Higekiri tilted his head and tapped his chin with his finger, thinking, "If I can't fool you..." He smiled and pulled out his knife, "Why not chop it off? Well, should I change my name to Kitsunekiri?"

"Eh——!" Kitsunesuke was so scared that his fur stood up, and he rolled and crawled into your arms, leaving only his round butt and big tail outside, "No... You can't just chop me! I... I am also a fox with a certain identity..."

"Changyi Palace! Save us!"

After returning to Honmaru, Yamaubakiri Choji, who had just taken out a thick stack of report papers and started working, did not even raise his head, and said perfunctorily: "It is better to rely on yourself than on the blade. Come on, Dalang...Hypocrite, hand me that document."

Tsk, there are too many loopholes in illegal operations, and the documents and reports that need to be written are more than expected. Well, this part can be abbreviated a little. I hope the person in charge of this part is still a die-hard plush fan, so maybe fewer reports can be written...

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro, who had also entered office mode for some reason, handed the documents in his hand to you. He looked up at you, then at Kamekage Shinzo, who had a slightly red face and was in a good mood, and wondered, "Why are you here?"

"Come and help Gou Xiu Jinsama process the documents." A white light flashed in Guijia Zhenzong's eyes. He hugged himself tightly with both hands and twisted continuously in the same place, "Ah~ The pain of this kind of work really makes me want to stop~ I can deeply feel the love given by Gou Xiu Jinsama~ Hehehe, is he really good at placing play? It's worthy of being Gou Xiu Jinsama~~"

Yamaubakiri Kunihiro shuddered, pulled his hood, and moved towards Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi, avoiding the rippling love that was emanating from Kamekaku Shinzo.

Basagata Naginata, who naturally joined the document processing team, picked up the document that originally belonged to Sasakawa and asked Ichimonji Norimune who was slacking off: "Do I need to fill in the owner's name here?"

"Yeah, that's right." Ichimonji Norimune fanned himself cheerfully and mixed in the documents he was going to process. "The young blade is really capable. The old man can relax a little bit now."

Ichigo Ichijin, who witnessed everything, looked down at the document in his hand and asked in confusion, "Why am I here too?" Shouldn't he be by his brother's side, waiting for his brothers who were forced into darkness to wake up?

"Of course it's to show the value of the Ichiki-ni!" Rantoshiro, who came over with a cup of espresso, slammed the table hard and waved his fist with fighting spirit. "The Ichiki-ni came late in the first place. In Honmaru, you can't win the master's favor just by your beauty... Tsk, you are really a bunch of useless blades... So you have to show your practicality, Ichiki-ni!"

As if noticing the worry in Ichiki Ichifuki's eyes, Randoshiro whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, Ichiki-ni, let them stay there, just hide it from Kitsunesuke until they find a way." The master said that there are perverts in current politics who occasionally use Kitsunesuke's name... Well, I don't quite understand, anyway, when it comes to the brothers, we just have to be on guard against Kitsunesuke.

"Ha ha……"

After arriving at this Honmaru, Ichigo Ichijin doubted for the 108th time whether his decision was really correct? Although there are other brothers in this Honmaru, it seems that everyone is living well, and the Shinsengumi is cute even though he is small, and he is even cuter in Awataguchi's military uniform... But the blade of this Honmaru, how should I put it, is different from the same personality he knows...

"Don't think about it, the master brought you back just to write a report." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi took the coffee handed over by Rantoshiro and drank it in one gulp, "Heh, why do you think she would like you..." Thinking of what you said, he unconsciously showed a little arrogance on his face, "Of course, it's also because the master wants to find a blade to share the documents for me. Well, as a Yamaubakiri Honka, it's natural for the Honmaru's judge to love and rely on me... Well!"

After stuffing a piece of snack into the long prosthetic mouth of Yamaubakiri, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro looked at Ichiki Ichijin and said sincerely, "I am the original sword of Honmaru, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro. I am the masterpiece of my master, and also..." His voice became a little softer, and two petals floated down his head, "My master's favorite yellow-haired sword."

"Heh, there are so many yellow-haired swordsmen in Honmaru, you can't be so confident, hypocrite." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi swallowed his snacks with difficulty and began to mock, "Why? You don't want me to speak, are you jealous that my master likes me?"

"Eh? Are you discussing the blade that the master likes?" Higekiri joined the battle with a smile and began to add fuel to the fire. "Then I... um, vote for my brother?"

"Kimaru-dono?" Ichimonji Norimune looked at him and covered his lower face with his folding fan. "Hahaha, how come old man doesn't know?"

"Well, he's an old man after all, so it's normal that he can't remember things, isn't it?" Higekiri replied softly, "The head of the family praised his brother for being adorable..."

"Cute?" California Kiyomitsu caught the key word while applying new nail polish, "Isn't I the master's favorite blade?" He tossed his hair with a little pride, "I am the cutest blade in Honmaru, recognized by the master himself."

"So what?" Rantoshiro looked at his former comrade provocatively, "Cuteness is worthless in front of sexiness! We are the first-term Ni--" He pointed at the first-term Ichijin and gradually raised his voice, "The butt is wavy! Super sexy!"

After saying that, he winked at Ichiki Ichijin, indicating: Ichiki, I will help you quickly integrate into Honmaru and snatch the master's favor!

Ichigo Ichifuki, who attracted the attention of all the swordsmen, covered his face with his hands, wanting to disappear on the spot: "Nonsense... I'm not... Don't talk nonsense..." He didn't want to integrate into Honmaru in this way! Ichigo Ichifuki, with smoke in his head, made a decision. The education of the Awataguchi family cannot be delayed!

"So... my brother's butt is also very perky. It seems that someone calls my brother a "pigtail"... or something like that. From this point of view, my brother still wins."

"What...what...is Kinimaru-dono so secretive? Looks like we need to be on guard..."

Higekiri, who had easily attracted a lot of hatred for his younger brother, blinked innocently and smiled without saying anything. This was also a kind of test. He believed that his younger brother, that... cross-dressing Maru, would not mind.

"You... are all blades with anecdotes and legends." The Ba-shaped Naginata, who had been silent for a long time, spoke. He pushed his glasses and calmly scanned all the blades. "I am a nameless Ba-shaped collective. I have nowhere to go except by the side of my current master."

"you mean……?"

Baxing Naginata calmly put the written document aside, but his tone was full of righteousness: "Leave the master to me."

The blades around the file group and the desk were quiet for a second, and then they suddenly sprang up:

"What? What are you talking about?"

"This self-righteous tone is really annoying..."

"Although it is the master's own decision who he likes, you can't pretend you didn't hear such words."

"No way! The master belongs to us, Awataguchi!"

"Even if it's a replica, I won't let its owner go easily...!"

…

"Hahaha, you're so energetic..."

Mikazuki Munechika and Uguisumaru Ichiba, who got lost here at some point, sat beside you with a cup of tea, laughing like old men with dementia; Kogumumaru lay on your lap naturally, asking you to comb his hair; Candelaikiri Mitsutada came over with a freshly baked dessert, asking with a smile if you wanted to try it; Tsurumaru Kuninaga put his head on your shoulder, and secretly pulled Kogumumaru away from your arms...

Before you know it, all the blades in the main castle are gathering around you.

Have you collected so many NPCs? Looking at the room filled with blades and listening to the warm and noisy voices, you are confused for a moment: Where are you? Honmaru? Yes, you are in your own Honmaru.

You are in a fantasy game world.

No matter how real they are, they are just NPCs, written data codes. You still remember the garbled data stream you saw when the system went wrong, and the code on the left side of the game helmet. If you want, you can always press the exit button in the lower left corner of the panel to return to reality...

Since, since this is a game...it's okay to be a little more unrestrained, right?

"I……"

You raised your head and looked at the other Blades. Everyone who was originally noisy suddenly quieted down after hearing your voice.

You take a deep breath and say loudly, "I love you all so much!"

Very good knife NPCs, make the player hart soft.

Only by wearing the sword pattern outside can you show the close relationship between the judge and the sword master. The ordinary sword and aunt can no longer describe the friendship between you and the NPCs. You are the upgraded version of sword and shield, labor and rule of law, the emperor and the harem...

I have to think of a way to print the knife pattern all over my clothes, and then wear it to show off in every house.jpg

"so……"

"The little fat emperor will not give up on this plan that everyone in Honmaru is afraid of!"

Hehehe, only children make choices, Xiaofei wants them all!