Chapter 92 No, All Gone

92.

Rikuoku-no-Mori Yoshiyuki and Sayo Sawamonji brought the unresponsive Shintoshin and Ayatsuji Yukito back to Honmaru.

"Why is this happening?!" Hasebe couldn't suppress his anger at all. His eyes were red as he was desperately blocked by the other blades. "Are you just going to watch the Lord die over and over again?!"

"...I will go to the sword-breaking pond." Rikuokumori Yoshiyuki clenched his fists, blood seeping out from between his fingers. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying to stay awake. "This matter has nothing to do with Xiaoye. I let the master go... When the master wakes up, I will do the sword-breaking myself."

Sayo Sawamonji let go of Sozo Sawamonji's hand, walked to Rikuokumori Yoshiyuki, and looked up at the other blades seriously: "I can do it too, go for the sword release."

The Blade who still had some sanity had to prevent the enraged main blade from hurting the other blades, and had to prevent the two self-reliant blades from jumping to clear the pool. Another blade sat stupidly beside the corpse of the Inquisitor, crying silently.

The whole square was in chaos.

"That's enough." Finally, Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi stepped forward to take charge of the situation. He rubbed his brow tiredly and asked Yagen Toushirou, "Did you see anything?"

Yagen Toushirou shook his head: "From all aspects, today's generals are..." He didn't say the rest of the word.

Yagen Toushirou looked away in a panic: "Sorry, I can't help it..."

"I was able to be resurrected before..." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi pondered, tapping the table unconsciously, "On-Yang Jutsu... No, On-Yang Jutsu wouldn't work like this... Western magic... isn't right either..."

"Hidden thing, the first time the master fainted, he came back half a month later, right?"

Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi raised his head and looked at Yamaubakiri Kunihiro who was kneeling next to the Judge. After receiving a positive answer, he sighed and leaned back: "Our contract is bound to the Judge's soul. According to the master's special situation, his body in the Honmaru is considered a base station... Don't you understand?"

Looking up at the group of confused swordsmen, Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi rubbed his temples again: "Let's not talk about the principle for now. Now it is the death of the master's body that makes the contract unable to connect. As for the master himself..."

He showed a speechless expression: "It should be back to the human world."

"Shizheng has been paying attention to the specially hired diviners. If the master really..." He paused, "Shizheng will notify us."

Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi, who had worked in the government for hundreds of years, said so. The other blades in the Great Hall felt a little relieved. Even if some blades were still worried, they could endure it for half a month...

"Did the master leave Tsuru alone to play again?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga lay beside the Judge and poked him in the face with his hand. "No matter how many times I get scared like this, I won't like it..."

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned his head and looked at Candelaikeri Mitsutada, his eyes lit up, and he gestured with joy: "Kōbō Kōbō, isn't that what's written in the story? The princess wakes up after being kissed by the prince. If I kiss the master now, will the master wake up?"

The square became quiet.

The blades that were originally still in emo mode all looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga viciously.

"Haha..." Cangdaikiri Mitsutada laughed twice and quietly distanced himself from Tsurumaru Kuninaga, "Mr. Tsuru, I don't know if the master will wake up..."

"But you're going to get beaten."

"I just wanted to give everyone a little scare." Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at the approaching Utasen Kanesada and tried to make excuses, "Tsuru is not ready to kiss the master... at least not now... No, wait, Koubo, save Tsuru——"

The blade that was judged to have attempted to taint the purity of the Judge was dragged away by the blade that swore to protect the purity of the Judge.

"Hahaha, Tsurumaru-dono is still too unstable." Mikazuki Munechika put down the teacup and naturally crawled into the bed of the Judge. "Grandpa is tired now, let's take a rest first..."

"Mikazuki..." Imakaki flashed behind Mikazuki Munechika, "What are you doing?"

"Well, what are you doing..." The blue-haired Fukuishen was calm and composed, "Just taking a break."

"Is that so? I will take Mikazuki back with me so that he can have a good rest."

The old blade from Heian-kyō who didn't know where his own bed was was dragged away by the blade who knew where everyone's bed was.

"…Return to the human world? I understand." Minister Yakiri Hase breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his clothes and apologized to Rikuoku Mamoru Yoshiyuki and Sayo Sawamonji, "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now, but--" His eyes became cold, "Putting the Lord in danger is something I will never allow!"

Feeling guilty and self-blaming, Rikuoku-sho Yoshiyuki was about to say something, but the suddenly enraged Yasakiri Hasebe had already turned around, crying, smiling and twisting towards the void: "Lord~ Don't worry, while you are back in the human world, leave the main castle and your crops to me, Yasakiri Hasebe!"

"Hehe, this is what I, Hasebe, should do~"

More than one knife showed hallucination symptoms. Several knives with controlling attributes began to blush, twist, and laugh strangely for no reason.

"Ah, Hasebe is like this again." Rantoshiro came over and pushed Rikuomori Yoshiyuki out, "Come on, let's go and see the master's new lamb."

"Oh! You have to take good care of the master's things!" Urashima Torateru pulled Nagase Mi Torateru over, "Xiaoye, do you want to take care of the flower garden together?"

He turned his head and gave Nagasone Yakotetsu a sunny smile: "Nagazen brother, go take care of the lambs."

Chang Zeng Yahu Tetsu smiled helplessly, looked at Rikuoku Mori Yoshiyuki, and patted him on the shoulder cheerfully: "Let's go."

"Don't blame yourself." Randoushiro comforted him, "No matter who is there, they can't stop the master from doing what he wants to do."

"Everyone..." Rikuokumori Yoshiyuki said in a low voice, "Don't you blame me?"

"What are you talking about? Of course it's weird." Rantoshiro laughed brilliantly, "So if the master can't wake up, I will hang you up and kill you."

"Is it not too much to die a hundred times first?"

…

Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi withdrew his gaze and looked at the detailed report about the mission world in his hand. Thinking of the fact that the Inquisitor was being targeted by highly intelligent humans with ill intentions from different organizations, he sighed tiredly again.

This guy... definitely hasn't read the information released by the current affairs department.

Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi put down the document and pressed his temples.

I hope... I just returned to the real world.

"So..." He stood up and looked at Ayatsuji Yukito who was deliberately forgotten in the corner, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Murder detective, Yukito Ayatsuji."

*

Two months later.

"Get out of the way!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga drew his sword and looked expressionlessly at the Ida swordmen standing in front of him. His face was rarely serious. "Even if there are just a few of you..."

"Don't even think about stopping me from going to my master!"

“clang——”

Swords clash.

"Mr. Tsurugi, it is against the rules for the sword to go to the world where the judge is without permission!"

Candakiri Mitsutada struggled to block Tsurumaru Kuninaga's attack. Although both of his blades were extreme swords, the gap between level 40 and the full level could not be made up in a short time.

"So what?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly retracted his strength and blocked the attack of Daikurigara. "My appearance itself is unreasonable."

He is the "Tsurumaru Kuninaga" who belongs only to the Shinto Judge, not the "Tsurumaru Kuninaga" who belongs to the Government of Time.

"I'll say it again..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga pointed his knife at his former companion again, "Get out of the way."

Right at this moment.

"Hahahaha... it seems like the old man has come at a bad time." Mikazuki Munechika, wearing a battle uniform, walked over from the other side. "Hmm... is there a dispute going on? The Gojo family."

"You have nothing to do here, Sanjo family." Tsurumaru Kuninaga answered impatiently, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Unless you are here to stop me too..."

Tsk, Mikazuki Munechika is much more difficult to deal with than Koubo and the others.

"Hmm? Why do you think so?" Mikazuki Munechika laughed twice, drew his sword and walked to Tsurumaru Kuninaga, saying meaningfully, "I just didn't expect that you would be the one to act first."

I thought the first ones who couldn't bear it would be the group of master knife controllers.

"Mikazuki, you..." Kadakiri Mitsutada was a little surprised, "You clearly know..." Without the coordinates of the Judge, there is no way to reach the real world.

"Of course I know." Mikazuki Munechika smiled and took out Kitsunesuke, who was tied up tightly, from his sleeves. "So I brought the person who knows the coordinates with me."

Kitsunesuke, who was thrown to the ground carelessly, showed a Kurusi expression, and while struggling to spit out the rag in his mouth, he sobbed: "Mikazuki-sama, this is too much, didn't I... didn't I say I would cooperate?"

It's not just the dead gods who want to see the Judge! It's been a long time since it had the deep-fried tofu made by the Judge.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, go over there and input the coordinates." Tsurumaru Kuninaga used his scabbard to push Kitsunesuke towards the time-space converter. He looked at Candakiri Mitsutada and smiled brilliantly, "Kobo, Garabo, do you still want to stop us?"

Kadakiri Mitsutada looked at the person who was rushing towards him not far away. It didn't look like he was coming to stop Tsurumaru Kuninaga, but rather to join the opponent's blade. In the end, he chose to sheath his sword and raised his hand in surrender: "...I understand."

"Mr. Crane..." He sighed helplessly, "You must try your best to bring the master back."

"Of course!"

If the master is unwilling to come back... then he will stay in the world with the master. Tsurumaru Kuninaga showed an indescribable expression on his face. Well, considering his status as a favorite in the master's eyes, he will definitely not be rejected by the master~

Mikazuki Munechika saw his expression, raised the scabbard, and hit him hard on the back of the head, then turned his head away as if nothing had happened: "Haha, I'm old, my hand slipped."

"...Sanjo family, I have tolerated you for a long time. You are doing this on purpose, right?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga sneered, "You are jealous, right? Jealous that I am the Nanbawan in the master's heart."

"Eh - is that true? The Gojo family." Mikazuki Munechika covered his lips with his sleeves. "Could it be that he hasn't seen the master for too long and has developed fantasies?"

…

Candakiri Mitsutada slapped his forehead and sighed deeply and heavily: Has it started again?

Although it is good to be able to cheer up and have more energy than before, what is there to argue about in this matter?

Really... Cangdaikiri Mitsutada shook his head. There was no doubt that in this Honmaru, he was the only one who had a firm grip on the stomach of the Shinto Judge and was the Namba Bay in his master's heart.

"Oh my, this Honmaru is more interesting than I thought."

The "Kitsune's Helper" who was inputting the coordinates suddenly stopped moving. It turned around, jumped off the time-space converter, and walked to the front of the God of Death in small steps. It said, "If the special coordinates had not been triggered, I would not know that you have such courage..."

"You dare to blatantly violate the rules."

The stalemate between the two sides began.

"Oh, isn't this Nagayoshi, who has been a model of the political situation for hundreds of years?" "Kitsunesuke" waved his claws at the hurried Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi, "Are you trying to tell them that the coordinate input converter of the specially hired judge will alarm the political situation?"

"That's great. You're a step too late." Kitsunesuke continued in a servile and mean tone, "When the law enforcement department arrives, I'll have them arrest all the illegal blades."

"Don't worry, former civil servant who broke the law knowingly. I will remember to assign you to the lowest dungeon."

"Tsk." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi said with an unhappy tone, "Why are you here? You're such a fluff fan."

"You secretly joined Kitsunesuke's body class again?"

"You've wronged me this time." Kitsunesuke shook his tail. "I was working, but suddenly I heard a super-loud alarm. So I entered Kitsunesuke's body to investigate the situation in a reasonable way."

"Well, no matter what you want to do..." "Kitsunesuke" gracefully jumped onto the time-space converter and fiddled with the coordinates casually. "Congratulations, now you can only think about it."

"N879 Main Maru is suspected of violating regulations and has now entered a state of full surveillance." The voice of "Kitsunesuke" turned into an emotionless mechanical sound, "All external channels have been blocked."

"...That's exactly what happened." Kitsunesuke changed back to the smiling tone of a current affairs worker. "Besides, the world where the specially appointed judges are located cannot be reached by just relying on a time-space converter."

"Nagayoshi-san." "Kitsunesuke" raised his head and looked at Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi, flicking his tail and saying meaningfully, "Do you still remember the code of conduct of the current political situation?"

Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi said in a gloomy tone: "... observe, record; prohibit interference, correct mistakes."

"Yeah, very good, I remember it very well!" "Kitsunesuke" nodded with satisfaction, "In that case, you won't let the blade of this Honmaru become part of the correction, right?"

"I hope the next time we meet, it won't be in the dungeon of Shizheng."

"Goodbye, then."

Kitsunesuke, who finally got his body back, fell softly on the converter, tears glistening in his eyes: "Wow... The world where the Judge of the Gods is... can't... can't connect to the channel..."

"It's all... it's all my fault that I don't have enough authority..." Kitsunesuke sobbed, "Otherwise...otherwise I wouldn't have alerted others..."

The blades gathered around the Space-Time Converter fell silent again.

“…I’m sorry.” Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi picked up Kitsunesuke and sighed, “I should have told you.”

"How could this happen..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga stood there, muttering, "Is there another way?"

"I don't want this!" Rantoshiro took out a small converter that was emitting black energy from his body, "If...if I can't see the master forever, I might as well become a time traveler!"

"Random!" Ichikiichi was shocked, "When will you?!"

"Ichiki-ni..." Ratoshiro shed tears, "I don't want to... I don't want to lose my master like this..."

"If becoming a history corrector can bring the master back..." Rantoshiro raised his hand and wiped away his tears fiercely, "Then I will go back to the past and correct the history of the master's death."

"Chaos..."

Ichigo Ichiran tried to get closer to Randoshiro, but Tanto had already drawn his own sword and was silently confronting the opposing blade.

Ichigo sighed and tried to calm his brother down: "Ran, there must be other ways... You have to believe that the master will come back, right?"

Rantoshiro ignored Ichigo Ichibu and instead turned on the converter in his hand to locate Yokohama's coordinates. After a few minutes, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "How come... I can't locate it?!"

"The method of... correcting history... is... not feasible." Kitsunesuke jumped out of Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi's arms, "The mission world that the Judge went to is a special parallel world separated from the main world."

"That world itself is in a state of chaos, that is, it is a world where the future cannot be predicted and the past cannot be interfered with."

"Time can only move forward and cannot be reversed." Kitsunesuke sobbed again, "...That's why I let the Judge of the Gods go...to complete the mission and correct the chaos in the world."

"So, what exactly is the mission of the head of the family?" Higekiri leaned against the tree trunk and said softly, "If it's about killing people, we can help. Right, eh... Anxiety Pill?"

"It's Hibikimaru, brother! Yes, brother is right."

"No... I don't know." Kitsunesuke lowered his head and whispered, "The missions of the Judge are all issued directly by that master... He doesn't even know the current politics..."

"Tsk." The pretty little dagger showed obvious disdain on his face, "You don't know this, you don't know that, what else do you know besides eating fried tofu?"

Kitsunesuke's neck shrank.

A group of people who were dancing wildly on the edge of breaking the rules began to think about other feasible, but still illegal methods.

At the same time.

“My food ahhhhhh——”

The familiar and desperate screams echoed throughout the Honmaru.

Ji Ren looked at each other and said in surprise: "It's the master!"

*

Regarding power outage, it is not that the power will come just because you want it to.

To be specific, it depends on the speed of your Rice Flower Maintenance Department, but this speed is very Rice Flower speed - it is about the same speed as the police who arrive after a case happens and the detective completes the reasoning and catches the murderer.

You've been waiting for the call and are hungry, so you're ready to go to the Polo Cafe for a meal - you don't know why the cafe's manager stocked the store with small generators, but now that the generators are available, you're not shy about taking advantage of them.

Halfway down the stairs, you suddenly remembered that Mr. Midorikawa and Mr. Amuro both work at your father's company, so they are colleagues. Now that you are going to Café Poirot for dinner, should you invite Mr. Midorikawa along as well?

Mr. Amuro must be eager to meet his colleagues, right? Well, although you can't ask your brother to come to dinner, you can shake a Midorikawa Hikaru for Mr. Amuro!

I hope Mr. Amuro will be moved and give you a 10% discount on your dinner tonight.

Mr. Midorikawa was very moved when he received your call, but he declined your invitation.

Well, then you'll have to enjoy Mr. Amuro's hot pot all by yourself.

Hehe, I didn’t expect Mr. Amuro could also make hot pot, it smells so good.

Half a month has passed since Honmaru.

You are waiting for the simmering pot to cook.

One month has passed since Honmaru.

You are eating the second pot filled with fatty beef.

A month and a half has passed since Honmaru.

The phone rang, and you were full. Now you are complaining to Mr. Amuro about working three jobs a day in the game. You can't believe that there are people in the world who work three or four jobs a day.

You: "That must be a working god, right? If he loves working so much, is he still a human being?"

I don't know why Mr. Amuro smiled in an ugly way, and then he said that the kitchen was out of ingredients and kicked you out of the store without mercy.

Well, Mr. Amuro, you are the unpredictable dark-skinned handsome guy again today. You sighed sadly, patted your full belly, and walked back slowly.

Honmaru has been here for the past two months.

You lie down on your bed, put on your charged helmet, and reenter the game.

【Welcome back to the game world】

[The sword dance begins]

As the emperor of Honmaru again, you find that your home is subtly different from before you were disconnected... It seems a bit like the Honmaru before Mikazuki.

Haha, you won’t fall into darkness, right?

That's pretty cool, the Home NPCs suddenly have new skins.

"…Are you finally awake?"

A quiet but resentful voice came from the other side of the room.

You looked down and saw Ayatsuji Yukito sitting on the floor - the floor next to your bed - with an iron chain tied to his feet, and holding a novel in his hand - also from your room, it seemed to be an 18+ sword-loving auntie fan fiction.

"Xiaotsuji?" You scratched your head in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Did you bring him back before you were offline? No, he was dead before you were offline... Oh, was he brought back by the NPC in the home? Great, I'll register Kotsuji as your second brother, and you can play Death Come anytime, anywhere.

"As a sacrifice for your soul to return." Ayatsuji Yukito calmly turned the page, "If you wake up later, you won't be able to see me."

"Oh, you're lucky." Eh? It seems like what you said is not a good thing? You retracted your words and said again, "It's okay. I can revive you even if you die. Don't worry, just leave it to the cat man."

"… Go take care of your Fukuei-gami first." Ayatsuji Yukito didn't want to chat with you anymore, so he turned his back and picked up a swordsman novel from the bookshelf to read.

Eh? Does Kotsuji like to watch 18+ so much? Then his favor gift is 18+○ book?

You had no idea that there were only books like this in the room, causing Ayatsuji Yukito to have to hold his nose to read them. You had already decided to give him a truckload of small books.

Now——

You flip over neatly, take a run, jump out of the window, and land freely.

Let me show you how the vegetables I planted before are doing.

When you arrive at the fields, you don't see the bountiful harvest scene you imagined. Instead, a large army of weeds ruthlessly occupy every square of the field and grow vigorously. All vegetation has died - including your starfruit, your maple tree, your hops, and your ancient fruits. They are all dead!

Why... why didn't the Home NPC automatically help you farm? ! Is it because you were offline for too long? But you just had a small hot pot.

After confirming once again that your dish cannot be saved, you let out a miserable meow: “My dish—”

I won’t dare to die for so long again, meow.