Chapter 59: Good job, you're awesome

59.

Early in the morning, Oshikiri Hasebe woke up from his room.

She put on her kimono carefully in front of the mirror and walked around Honmaru to check if there were any new damages on the roofs of the buildings. She prepared breakfast with Azuki Nagamitsu and Kenshin Kagemitsu, and went to the warehouse with Sao Hayate to try to persuade Daitenta Mitsuyo, who was about to get moldy, to leave the warehouse, but to no avail. After the meal, she went to the fields to observe the growth of the plants and think about what crops to plant next season.

At noon, I went to the Laipai room with Yingwan and tried to repair the broken doors and windows. I found that the materials in the warehouse were exhausted. I went to Wanwu to buy daily necessities and repair materials. My wallet was empty. I wailed silently and included the part-time job in Wanwu in my plan for the next day.

In the evening, Fudo Yukio, who went to the Jisei Building to work part-time to earn spiritual power, returned to Honmaru. Before leaving, Jisei Candakiri stuffed a lot of food into him. The other party said that this was for practice, and in order to defeat Candakiri Mitsutada, who ranked first in cooking, he asked them to help consume the food.

Back at Honmaru, Daitenta Mitsuyo and Onimaru Kunitsuna sat at a table in the large hallway, glaring at each other and showing their social phobia instincts; they were a little happy when Karasumaru, who was drinking tea in the corridor, smiled and touched their heads, but they held back in order to maintain their image.

At night, I inspected the main castle and found that the quilt for Shizukata's naginata was too short, so I put a special quilt for naginata on my next shopping list.

I returned to my room, changed my clothes, calculated my daily income and expenditure, and wailed silently for three minutes about the finances of the Honmaru and my empty wallet before regaining my composure.

Before going to bed, Hasebe Okiri looked at the small wooden board at the head of the bed, which was covered with photos he had secretly taken - each of them was a photo of Hasebe Okiri with flowers floating on it and the judges who trusted him wholeheartedly. And he printed out screenshots - from the judges' forum, those anonymous judges with strange nicknames, praising Hasebe Okiri.

"Oshikiri Hasebe" is a sword that is deeply loved by the "Inspector of the Gods". He is a sword that the "Inspector of the Gods" deeply trusts, so the master just forgot it, but the master will definitely return to Honmaru.

"Please rest assured, my Lord." Oshikiri Hasebe closed his eyes, imagining that the [Shinjuku] was in front of him, and smiled unconsciously. He said softly, "During the time you were away, I also guarded the Honmaru well."

"As long as you come back, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you."

This was the end of the day for squeezing Hasebe.

*

This is a special Honmaru.

All the swords in this Honmaru were summoned by the attendants that day using spiritual talismans.

No blade has ever seen the Judge, and the castle tower that serves as the Judge's residence has never welcomed its owner, but the swordsmen will still clean every room with trepidation, waiting for the Judge's arrival.

Although we don't know how the Judge provides spiritual power, and the swordsmen always receive spiritual power intermittently, there is no problem in maintaining the activities.

The daily rotation and battle schedule will automatically appear at the gate of the castle tower. The warehouse will increase the newly made sword equipment and purchased guardians of the diviner. When going to the battlefield, you will also receive orders from the diviner through spiritual power...

Even though the Judge did not appear, the Honmaru's performance was excellent, and in just one week, the battlefield was cleared to 7-4. The swordmen believed that one day, they would meet the Judge.

During this period, Yasaki Hasebe and Fudo Yuko embarked on the path of extreme practice one after another.

Just as the other swords were about to request extreme training, the connection between the Judge and Honmaru was suddenly severed.

At first, the swordsmen didn't take it too seriously. Occasionally, the spiritual power of the judge would be disconnected from the Honmaru for a while, but it would soon be reconnected.

One day, two days...until a month later, they were unable to sense the presence of the Inquisitor again.

The two extreme knives were the first to become unable to sit still.

The extreme swords are swords that have dedicated their body and soul to their current masters. They are no longer confused or entangled by the past, but will only embrace the love and trust of their current masters and move confidently towards the future.

How could they accept the news of losing their master? So they put their original swords on Kitsunesuke's neck and asked him about the whereabouts of the judge.

"Our Honmaru is a special Honmaru that is part of the current political internal testing plan." Wearing glasses, Kitsunesuke ignored the sword on his neck and looked calmly at Oshikiri Hasebe, "The purpose is to find more powerful spiritual judges in more planes."

"Current affairs use special carriers in many planes. Some are games, some are music, or even stage plays and movies... After statistics of 3,158 planes, planes that use games as carriers can attract more qualified people."

"People with strong spiritual power are usually accompanied by good luck. They will break through the barriers of the world without knowing it, establish connections with current politics, and have their own Honmaru. But in the eyes of the judge, all this is just a game."

Kitsunesuke looked at the other swords and said, "I'm very sorry, but the current political situation did not take this into account. Currently, there is no way to connect to the plane where the Judge is. Unless the Judge chooses to return, there is no other way."

Faced with such a result, a large number of swords could not accept it, but they still chose to wait - waiting for the abandoned master to remember them, waiting for the master to come back.

One year, two years, three years... The sword that was unwilling to leave Honmaru began to decay due to lack of spiritual power.

Some blades choose to transform back into their original swords, give their spiritual power to other blades, and then lose their consciousness in sleep; some swords are forced to leave Honmaru because of their brothers, enter the blade talent market or join current affairs work to earn spiritual power.

In the fourth year after the disappearance of the Shinsengumi, only sixteen swords were left in Honmaru.

Without the spiritual power of the judge, the cherry blossoms turned yellow, the buildings were dilapidated, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds all year round, and the entire Honmaru looked dilapidated.

In order to maintain the existence of his companions and to continue to protect this Honmaru, Oshikiri Hasebe has always regarded the entire Honmaru as his responsibility.

When he still had many blades, he worked part-time every day outside, and only returned to Honmaru late at night, exhausted. Although he tried his best, he still couldn't keep all the blades, but Hasebe could understand the choices of other blades.

Sometimes, before his companions left, they would ask him if he wanted to leave with them. Yakiri Hasebe would always smile and shake his head - if he left too, what would the lord do when he returned to the Honmaru?

When he was about to give up, he would log onto the forum that was supposed to be accessible only to the judges, and read other judges' praises of Hasebe over and over again; or he would go to the most inconspicuous corner of Man'ya and secretly look at the fellows trusted by the judges, imagining what the scene would be like if he and his master came to Man'ya.

Ah, like a mouse in a gutter longing for happiness. Oshikiri Hasebe thought self-deprecatingly, but the sword "Oshikiri Hasebe" is a sword that needs a "master".

Humans seem to call this behavior meal replacement?

Be it meal replacements or fake ones, as long as he can hold on... until the day he meets his master, that's enough.

One day, Rikuoku Mori Yoshiyuki, who was a patrolman, found him, learned about his situation, and gave him an old camera.

"It's useless for us to take it. The work of current affairs is exhausting." Rikuoku-sho Yoshiyuki patted his shoulder cheerfully, "Well, but if you figure it out one day, I will definitely open a back door for you and help you go to the most powerful judge of the gods, Honmaru."

In fact, he was the only one who didn't want to leave.

Yasaki Hasebe understood this.

But he also couldn't understand why the other blades didn't leave. They were obviously rarer swords than "Oshikiri Hasebe". If they went to the Blade Talent Market to register, they could be quickly taken away by excellent Shintoists after applying for them. There was no need for them to stay with him in this... Honmaru where Shintoists might never appear.

"You must be having a hard time." Karasuma stood on tiptoe and touched his head. "It would be hard to hold on with just one blade, right? As a father, I want to share some of the burden with you."

Onimaru Kunitsuna said: "...I am only interested in killing demons."

"...A blade like mine." Daiten Tai Mitsuyo said gloomily, "It's only suitable to stay in a warehouse..."

"Mr. Hasebe has helped us a lot, and I want to repay Mr. Hasebe." Taiko Bell Zhenzong said with a smile, "If you take me with you when you go to work at Shizheng, I can make more delicious food for Shizheng's Mi-chan."

"The newly made umeboshi are not ready for drying yet." Hinata Masamune poured a cup of tea and gently pushed the cup in front of Hasebe Yasaki. "Let's taste the umeboshi together when the time comes."

…

All right. Yakiri Hasebe couldn't help but laugh. It seemed like everyone was an idiot.

One day in the seventh year, Yakiri Hasebe, who worked part-time at Man'ya, felt a familiar spiritual power.

The inquirer, holding Kitsunesuke in his arms, walked into the store, and was curious about everything he saw. "So this is what the store manager who sells makuuchi bento and dango looks like? That's amazing... I always thought it was a vending machine."

The strange appearance and the familiar spiritual power fluctuations made Hasebe, who was standing next to the shelf, feel dazed for a moment: Is this real? Is he not dreaming? This is... his master...

Tears were about to overflow from his eyes. Sadness, grievance, and all kinds of emotions filled his heart... He slapped his face hard. This was too outrageous. He couldn't go to see the Lord in this state! Would this outfit look weird? It was terrible. Did I tie my bow crookedly when I went out this morning...

Even though his master was right before his eyes, he felt homesick.

He was afraid that this was a dream and that the beautiful dream would be shattered if he got close to his master.

But this is his master. The familiar spiritual power that haunts the Blade Soul is emanating from the child in front of him.

He had to say something. He had to say something. Even if it was a dream or an illusion in the water, he still had a lot to say. But what he wanted to say most was, as expected, the same sentence:

"Lord..." Welcome back, I have been waiting for you.

"Master! Are you here?" The same voice as his rang from the door. He saw his own body quickly approaching the Inquisitor and took the bag from the Inquisitor enthusiastically and naturally. "Leave this matter to me. Whether it's carrying bags or burning temples, as long as it's the Lord's order, leave it all to me!"

"Eh... isn't that a bit exaggerated?"

"No! As long as it is the Lord's order, I can do anything to suppress Hasebe!"

He stopped where he was, and watched his "master" and his companion walk away talking and laughing.

What went wrong? Hasebe felt dizzy. What went wrong must have happened.

…

"Ah... this one..." Rikuoku Mamoru Yoshiyuki looked at Oshikiri Hasebe with sympathy, "He's a very famous European judge recently. He just started working not long ago, but he has forged several rare swords in just a few days..."

"I've also heard about the internal test plan you mentioned." Rikuoku Mamoru Yoshiyuki touched his chin, "Tokisei's famous Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi strongly opposed this plan... but some time ago, Tokisei completely stopped the plan. After all, Tokisei has invested countless time and energy over the years, and has only been able to contact such a diviner."

"Come to think of it, this Shinsengumi is also planning a new Honmaru. She also said that her game account from a few years ago was lost, but she didn't expect that she would become a true Shinsengumi after opening a new account..."

"Then... does she still remember our Honmaru?" Hope rekindled in Yakiri Hasebe's eyes, and his tone was a little urgent, "If the spiritual power is strong... the master can withstand two Honmaru, right? We... we need very little spiritual power, I can do it as a part-time job to earn spiritual power, as long as the master can come to see us occasionally..."

If only the Lord could visit him once in a while.

"Hasebe-dono!" Rikuoku-no-mori Yoshiyuki interrupted him, "The current government prohibits the Shinto priests from owning two Honmaru. Not only will this put too much burden on the Shinto priests, it will also easily cause psychological problems for the swordsmen in the two Honmaru."

He turned around and pulled out a registration form for the Blade Market from the drawer at the back.

"Hasebe, what I said before is still valid." Rikuokumori Yoshiyuki looked at him calmly, "Now that you know the news about the Judge, you should also make plans for the future."

…

Yakiri Hasebe took the registration form.

He understands everything.

It’s just… I can’t accept it for a while.

After returning to Honmaru, he locked himself in the room for three whole days. Finally, he tore down all the photos he had taken and screenshots he had collected and threw them into the trash can.

After seven years of dreaming, it's time to wake up and suppress Hasebe.

After submitting the registration form, he went to a hidden spot out of habit and took secret photos of his fellow psychics and inquisitors on the street until he was discovered by the lost young inquisitor.

Really...Yakiri Hasebe sighed, habit is a terrible thing.

I didn't expect Rikuoku-sho Yoshiyuki to be very familiar with the young Judge, but the blade that was traveling with him was Ichigo Ichibu? I've never seen an Ichigo Ichibu who lost his own Judge... He's such a young child, shouldn't Ichigo Ichibu treat the Judge the same way he treats his younger brother?

When he received the invitation from Koshinsha, he was indeed very excited, but he was worried that there was already a "Hasebe Suppressor" in Koshinsha's main camp.

It's better not to cause trouble for "me". Yakiri Hasebe thought. He should hurry back to Honmaru and tell the others about the submission of the Blade Registration Form.

After returning to Honmaru, Hasebe, along with the other blades, waited nervously and anxiously for notifications on current affairs.

Unexpectedly, they received an email the next day, informing them that the judge who took over their position would arrive at Honmaru that day to meet them.

Is the speed of current affairs so fast? Hasebe held the letter blankly. Come today?

His eyes slowly widened.

The Inquisitor is coming today?!

The cavalry was caught off guard by the notification and began to clean up the main castle in a hurry: there was dust on the windows, which needed to be wiped; there was a pile of miscellaneous items in the main hall, which needed to be cleaned up; there was a crack in the floor, which needed to be patched...

There are too many things to do, and even socially phobic people like Daiten Taimitsuyo were dragged out by Saosu Ken to do the work.

Just when all the swords were covered in dust and sweat, they heard a sound coming from the main gate.

Hasebe Yasaki, who was pushed out to become the representative of Honmaru, stood in front of the door and swallowed nervously. He tried to force out the most friendly smile - oh no, he hadn't smiled for a long time. Was he going to have to put on a serious face to receive the judge? What should he do? Would the judge think they were too arrogant if they didn't open the door?

Feeling confused, Hasebe took a deep breath.

Well, no matter what, we must maintain the style and momentum of "Suppressing Hasebe" -

When he opened the door, he saw the young inquisitor whom he had just met yesterday leaning against the wall alone.

"Hey, handsome guy." Seeing the door finally open, you picked up the Azema Rose and twisted it into a handsome pose, "A blade?"

"Would you like to invite Xiao Fei in to sit down?"