Chapter 40: The Curse of Falling with Great Ambition (1, 2)
Tsurumaru Kuninaga never thought that he would face the world from this perspective again.
He lay in the grass, the moist air clinging to the blade, the blade half-out of its sheath, lying open on the ground.
Under the starry sky, the moonlight shines on the elegantly curved blade, emitting a clear and cold light.
The field of vision is 360 degrees. Unlike humans who can only use their eyes to look straight ahead, the sword has no front or back, and can see all around without turning the head.
At this time, because of his low position, he could only see the lush weeds and hear the gurgling sound of water.
Where is the Judge?
Did he faint? What about the others?
Oh no! I got separated from my master!
Tsurumaru Kuninaga tried to move, but at this moment he was like an ordinary weapon, without the ability to transform into a human form, and no way to move his body.
Oh, this is bad!
What if a Shinsengumi is left alone? How can he survive in this strange era without anyone to protect him?!
Although Tsurumaru is often frightened, he doesn't want to encounter a ghost story that tests his heart, such as losing the Shinsengumi in one battle!
It’s better not to have this kind of shock!
Everything was quiet.
There was only the sound of waves hitting the riverbank.
The night wind blew, and the wild grass that blocked his view was blown down one after another. Between the stems and leaves, Tsurumaru saw the turbulent river right in front of him in the night through the swaying grass.
There is also Shirasu Gawa who is lying unconscious by the river.
He was still wearing the same loose white robe with long sleeves, which was now soaked with stream water, and even in the darkness, one could see that the color had darkened a little.
The knot that tied his hair was lost somewhere, and his messy long hair covered half of his face and scattered on the dark stones.
The position where Shirasukawa was lying was very dangerous!
Half of his body was submerged in the river, and his clothes were swaying with the current. He was lying prone on a mound beside the river, with only his hands resting on the bank. From time to time, the rushing river water splashed over him, splashing on his back!
The wet clothes stuck tightly to his body, revealing his thin back.
The warm summer evening breeze blew by, and the back, which was not strong due to lack of exercise, trembled slightly.
The body was rising and falling... and breathing!
The wind stopped, and the weeds stood up again, blocking Tsurumaru's sight. But the sword seemed to have been able to see through the obstacles and see the young man in white who was in danger!
Not to mention whether you would get sick if the cold river water poured on you at night in the summer, the constant rushing water alone could sweep Shirasu River into the river at any time!
An unconscious person may drown and suffocate at any time!
Where is Kasen? Where is Kneemaru?
Have they all returned to their original form? Or have they been dispersed in time and space?
The golden sword began to vibrate, making a buzzing sound.
No matter what, we must find someone to rescue the unconscious Lord as soon as possible! We can't let him continue to fall into danger!
At this moment, Tsurumaru once again felt the powerlessness of his sword.
Whether it was brought into a tomb as a burial object, or was robbed or stolen, the body of the sword could only passively accept it and could do nothing.
Only after being granted free bodies by humans were they able to realize their own ideas and fulfill ambitions that they could not aspire to when they were swords.
The anxious but helpless sword could only vibrate with all its might alone in the remote wilderness. The golden chain and tassels on the scabbard hit the metal material, making a rustling sound.
It rang tirelessly for two hours, and finally, when the moon was at its zenith, a passerby came.
A passerby wearing a monk's robe and with a strange bun on the back of his head, looked very strong.
The way he dresses, does he look like a monk?
No, although he had never seen Jiang Xue Smonji, he knew through Sayo Smonji that Buddhism did not seem to be of this style.
Never mind!
No matter what his beliefs are, a normal person should rescue a victim who falls into the water, right?
Tsurumaru trembled more violently, trying his best to attract the man's attention. His blade was originally inserted into the sheath and only half exposed, and now it was about to fall out of the sheath due to the shaking.
I have to take a gamble! I bet that this man has good intentions and will not stand by and watch someone die!
The man who was placed with high hopes walked leisurely through the wilderness. He was very satisfied with the news he had just received, and in a happy mood, he was even willing to walk slowly back to the base.
However, he rarely used cursed spirits in the past, after all, he couldn't leave any residual cursed power behind...
Oh? What's that noise?
Nozomu, wearing the shell of Geto Suguru, turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound.
The metal reflected the moonlight.
Is it a weapon thrown in the wild?
The weapon is moving on its own?
Interesting! Is it a birth curse?
A sharp blade that has killed people and seen blood always carries the hatred of the holder or the victim. It carries the anger of the killer and the fear of the killed, and it was easy to become a carrier of cursed spirits.
But that was in the era of cold weapons.
Nowadays, except for murders in passion, there are very few murderers who use knives directly. Humans' methods are becoming more and more sophisticated, with drugs, secret rooms, fishing lines, and various other methods emerging one after another, which opened up Nozomi's eyes and taught him a lot.
Occasionally, someone would personally attack using low-end and crude methods, but most of them would use daggers that were easy to hide.
It is rare to see a katana of this length, especially one that has been stained with blood and carries a sinister aura.
Nozomi picked up the sword hidden in the dense grass.
"Swish——" the sharp blade was unsheathed.
What a great weapon!
Sharp and pointed, the light can reflect people! Holding it in the palm of your hand and waving it twice, it is as easy as moving an arm, and the sword tip can easily cut off a piece of soft and lush grass!
What interested him even more was the intelligence that came from the sword.
From the moment he held it in his hand, the handle of the clear gold knife began to feel slightly hot, and there was a hidden force pulling his arm towards the river beside him.
Of course he saw the person lying by the water. Noso didn't intend to save anyone, he had no friendly feelings towards humans.
However, it is really interesting to see a sword that can protect its master!
It is said that there was once a sword that could cut open Yagen but could not cut open the owner's soft abdomen. When he heard about it hundreds of years ago, he thought it was a joke. After all, curses have no loyalty, and "swords have spirits" is just an exaggeration and rumor.
Now that he had seen such a "sword spirit" with his own eyes, he could not help but believe it!
The noose hidden in Geto's mind was very happy, as another piece of the puzzle of the unknown world had been added. The bloody and ominous killing weapon was actually attached with a thin layer of divinity, like a tribute long offered in a shrine, powerful and beautiful, tempting a subversive like him with great ambitions to destroy it.
Want to make it into a spell tool? It will definitely be very handy!
...No! If it was a few hundred years ago, he might have chosen this without hesitation. But now he has collected the appropriate spell tools.
The knife in his hand was still hot, and Nozomi could even sense the anxiety from it.
Hmm? Nozomi looked at the blade again and found a thin layer of cursed energy attached to it?
How funny! Can sword spirits also have emotions like humans? Jealousy, regret, resentment...
If this kind of spiritual creature born naturally were filled with malice and consumed by sorrow, it would definitely become more powerful!
How could a knife that had committed the sin of killing be worthy of divinity? Of course, it would be immersed in the mire, helplessly degenerating into a curse, contributing to his millennial cause!
Xusuo has a hunch that if he can get this mysterious thing into the group, the power of the curse will definitely be enhanced!
The best way to corrupt a sword that protects its master is, of course, to use it to kill his beloved master.
However, this is not an alliance, but an enmity.
Nosuo had a better idea.
*
Sunshine, beach, waves.
This is the domain of the special-grade cursed spirit, Tagore. Born out of human fear of the ocean, Tagore was able to expand a vast domain when he was a cursed fetus, providing a home for his cursed spirit family.
Zhenren was lying on a beach chair, flipping through a book with great interest. He was studying human philosophy recently, and many profound ideas interested him.
The moral standards of the same person can actually be different depending on the events!
Two people with a deep friendship will be overwhelmed with passion in critical moments and are mostly willing to risk their lives for each other without any regrets.
In the same scenario, if they were given more time to think, and fear overwhelmed them after careful consideration, they would choose to escape alone in a more "rational" way.
Human emotions towards others are really hard to understand!
Carrying a wet person, he pulled the door open with a noose and entered another world.
"Hey! Summer Oil"
Seeing the Curse Spirit Group's partner, Geto Suguru, coming in with a strange human, Masato waved his hand enthusiastically.
"Is it our new curse master friend? He seems a little weak!" After putting the person on the beach, Zhen Zhen curiously went over and poked the other's face.
"His cursed power is just average, and his brain doesn't seem to have the talent of a sorcerer. What! He's just an ordinary person!" The real person found it boring and said childishly.
The man with a bun on his head smiled but said nothing.
Geto Xiayou took off the sword from his waist.
It was late at night outside, but the sun was shining brightly in the area, and it was warm and comfortable.
As soon as the scabbard appeared from the sleeve, it reflected a dazzling light, dazzling and luxurious.
The reflected light stung his eyes, but the real person did not dodge or avoid it. Instead, he bent down and got close to Xia Yujie's hand to observe it carefully.
I even touched it out of curiosity.
The humanoid cursed spirit's hand was on Geto Suguru's shoulder. Given the cursed spirit's spell to change souls, as a human he should have panicked and dodged, but Geto Suguru patiently let him do what he wanted and did not run away in panic.
I guess it's just another sudden impulse to test the allies, no need to pay attention to it.
"Nothing special?" The real person seemed disappointed, "It's not even a curse tool."
It is still unsure whether Ichito Renjin can see the curse, and Xiayou Jie has not directly answered Zhenren's doubts.
Geto Xiayou placed his knife on the beach next to Shirasu River and led the real person to avoid the knife attacks from each man.
Their subsequent conversation was not suitable for the intelligent sword to hear.
Before joining, any signs that may affect the great cause must be nipped in the bud!
"It's not a cursed tool. But I do have some ideas."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga originally thought that the person who picked him up wanted to take him for himself.
After all, the other party seemed to be very interested in him.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to being robbed and stolen from.
On the way here, he had even thought about it: even if he was taken away and regarded as his property, he would eventually return to the Shinsengumi. But no matter what, the kind-hearted person did save the Shinsengumi, so he should give him some special products from the future time and space as a reward! He also had to consider the element of shock...
Unexpectedly, the other party did not seem to have any greed. After admiring him, he simply put him next to the unconscious person.
It was obvious that no one would notice if I took it without asking. Who would have thought that the knife would grow legs and run away by itself?
Even if we don't discover the historical significance behind these sharp knives, many people would want to sell them for money or as collections just by looking at the swords themselves, right?
This person called "Sugar Oil" has small eyes and a hideous suture scar on his head, but he smiles with ill intentions...
And it seems that he has some special abilities, and he can enter a magical world by opening the door.
But what a nice guy!
*
The real person pretended to listen carefully to Geto Suguru's plan, and repeatedly said that what you said was very interesting and he was very happy to cooperate.
But he still has his own experiments to do, and the human soul transformation project has not yet been completed, so he has to go ahead and play his own game!
The blue-haired humanoid curse spirit hummed and disappeared into the realm, leaving the beach waves and the sorcerer behind the door.
This cursed spirit, who was born not long ago but is already the leader of a small group of cursed spirits, has a surprisingly clean and simple appearance if you ignore the seams on his face.
"Hmm~"
Only an ignorant curse master like Getsu would treat an ordinary sword as a treasure!
Thinking of the curse tool he had hidden in the sewer, which was similar in shape but slightly shorter...
The scarlet tongue swept across the lips.
I didn’t expect that the cursed tool actually has a soul!
That's fun! Hey!
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