Chapter 112: Using the sword's awareness to carry out the sword's mission
The Honmaru is very quiet.
It's not dead silent, just... quiet.
Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada leaned against the door of the castle tower and slowly closed his eyes.
Since the Shinsengumi left, the swords spontaneously waited for the Shinsengumi's return at the gates of Honmaru and castle. Today, the guard at the gate is Tsurumaru-dono, and the guard at the castle gate is him.
Without the Shinsengumi in Honmaru, the lives of the swordsmen seemed to have returned to the way they were long ago.
Peaceful, daily life.
All relationships in the world eventually end in separation, and most of the swordsmen have become accustomed to it. Those emotions that are vaguely expressed by other swordsmen are clearly abrupt in the heart of the youngest sword, Izumi-no-kami Kanesada.
Although he was always clear-headed and bright, his overly sensitive perception always made him feel the changes in Honmaru too clearly.
When can you come back?
What are you going to do?
Is it still safe? Why not take us with you?
Why work so hard for us?
Why did the way of the samurai become a situation where sword-wielders fight for their swords?
He kept asking, and he felt like he was being a little childish, because he couldn't help but fuss over and over again over a small matter.
He is the smallest sword in Honmaru.
He didn't know why the old swordsmen kept silent, nor did he understand why those seemingly young short swordsmen also kept silent. An inexplicable feeling burned him, and even made him feel separated from the entire Honmaru, as if he was not included in it.
As the smallest sword, he is probably protected in some way, right?
It's really useless, I thought.
After the Shinsengumi left, Honmaru suddenly became quiet. The entire Honmaru was like a huge stage play, with everyone performing around the Shinsengumi.
When the Shinsengumi left, the place returned to peace.
The daggers stopped making noise, and the noisiest Tsurumaru was resting quietly on the tree. Everything alive seemed to have been taken away. The Shinsengumi would never have thought that the swords in Honmaru had no interest in the real world. From the day he left, the daily routine of swords' real-world mission came to an abrupt end.
They are not interested, but the owner thinks they can get some happiness from new things, so everyone is willing to let the owner get what he wants.
However, swords are conservative.
Since the Shinsengumi isn't here, there's no need to perform, right?
So, quiet.
As quiet as dead water.
It was dead quiet.
Apart from three meals a day, every swordsman would just sit in a corner within his own range of activity, doing his own thing, or sleeping and resting all day long to save the loss of spiritual energy.
A long, long time ago, they were like this too, doing their own things, occasionally getting together for a party on a whim, and then returning to their original state in a mess after it was over.
But it's different.
There is a difference between not having something and having it and then temporarily losing it.
The gap was too great, and this unique silence after the noise was particularly unbearable for Izumi-no-kami.
A certain intuition made Izumi-mori's delicate nerves tense. He keenly sensed an uneasiness as if he was walking on a spider's thread, as if they were in the middle of some critical event. All it took was a breeze or a small incident to bring everyone to an irretrievable state.
...What happened?
"Izumi-no-Mori! Tell everyone that the Shinsengumi is back!"
……? Are you hallucinating?
"Izumi-no-Mori, are you asleep?"
This time he really heard Tsurumaru's voice. His non-existent heart suddenly sped up. Izumi-mori opened his eyes and saw a white head that was shorter than Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
There was no time to be happy about the return of the Shinsengumi. An inexplicable shock made Izumi-no-Kami dumbfounded:
“…Eh? This is the master?!”
Who is this child? !
**
Ever since he set foot on Honmaru's land, Sengenmaku has always been inexplicably concerned.
Something wasn't right...had he forgotten something?
The swordsmen passing by were all shocked and numb when they saw him. He thought everyone was too surprised because he came back suddenly. But when he saw the usually well-mannered Izumi-no-kami showing an ooc expression of fear, Chijianmu suddenly realized something big.
Oh my god! Forgot to wear a holster!
In the early days, the Sengenmaku did not trust the Honmaru, and in fact, the Honmaru was not a safe place. There were invisible ghosts (cursed spirits), ghosts marching at night (tracing army swords) and swords with ambiguous attitudes. If you are not careful, you will be attacked from all sides. Sengenmaku habitually uses krypton energy points in Honmaru to maintain the body shape of an adult, and only returns to its original state to rest in the castle tower where no swords can enter.
Fortunately, he would earn a certain amount of energy points for protecting the world by transmitting spiritual power to swords and repairing swords. The wool comes from the sheep, so he doesn't feel sorry.
This resulted in almost no one among the swords knowing his true age.
…Oh no, a minor was caught using his parents’ ID card to play games on behalf of others!
No wonder Tsurumaru Kuninaga was so scared...
Damn it, the holster got stuck and fell off when he went to Yumenjiang. After that, he couldn’t find the time or the need to wear it. He had forgotten about it for two months.
The smile stiffened slightly, and the next moment, Qian Jianmu convinced himself.
It doesn’t matter, haha.
"...The master's illegitimate child...?" someone whispered in the dark.
An invisible black arrow pierced Qianjianmu's head.
"You're almost as tall as me!" The taller Tandao compared his height.
Another black arrow pierced his back.
"So cute, no, so great!" Baxing Naginata endured the pervert's wavy smile and exclaimed in admiration.
Again——
It doesn’t matter! He wouldn't care! What's wrong with being shorter? He's growing taller fast!
He revealed his cards! Damn it, according to his genes he could grow to be 185cm tall, why did he end up being 9cm shorter?
Sengenmaku shook off the arrows on his body and looked around with sharp eyes. Most of the swords in Honmaru were surrounding him.
"Is it me, or do you like me better as an adult?" he said unhappily.
A group of knives around waved their hands quickly.
"That's fine, that's fine." "Don't force yourself, little master." "It's more convenient if it's smaller." "Are you really an adult?" "Shh, no one will know if you don't tell me."
That’s too much!
Chigenmaku puffed up his cheeks, raised his head and saw the loving expression that the Blades were forcibly suppressing, then he realized belatedly that he was still being affected by the cursed power, and a proper adult could not make such an expression, so he quickly regained his calm expression and hugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened.
"Let's celebrate at a banquet this afternoon. Yamaubakiri Kunihiro will be in charge, and Chokudaikiri Mitsutada will assist."
He paused.
"I'm just coming back temporarily. Report to me in the afternoon."
“Leave it to us!”
The swords dispersed with whispers, Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada still stood at the door with a blank expression, and Sengenmaku sighed.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll go back and sort it out first."
While no one was paying attention, he walked into the castle tower with steady steps, went upstairs, opened the door, and stood at the door in silence for a while.
…Then, he buried his head into the huge round pillow and made a humming sound of endurance.
I obviously didn't care about this kind of thing before, so it must be the cursed power's fault, right?
This feeling of shame of being exposed was as if his suit was suddenly offline during a live broadcast, even though he clearly didn't care at all before.
really.
he! most! Hate! Curse power! it’s done!
I feel like my emotions are breaking down and running wild!
“Ahem…”
“…”
Qian Jianmu slowly raised his messy and furry head, and then he saw the fox on the table. The fox was avoiding his sight with a wandering look.
"…You're back…Do I need to go out? You look ashamed."
“…No need!” When were you there?
At times like this, it’s enough to just turn your head secretly!
**
"Mikazuki, you don't look surprised at all?"
Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada stood at the door, slowly sorting out his emotions. When he heard Tsurumaru Kuninaga talking to Mikazuki Munechika with a smile, he pricked up his ears.
Sanriyuedian still had the same calm and indifferent look as before, and he laughed out loud.
"Well... Tsurumaru, you seem to know about this too?"
"The secret of the Shinsengumi wallet was told to me by Kogunemaru! Seeing everyone so shocked, it was a great surprise!"
After Sengenmaku gave Mikazuki his own wallet in the early days, Mikazuki and Kogunemaru had vague guesses. Mikazuki was okay, as Kogunemaru was a cheerful and straightforward guy. Tsurumaru, who was of the same period, was unexpectedly sensitive, and Tsurumaru also guessed some of the things during their private chats.
But later on, seeing that the Shinsengumi didn't care much about it, Sanzhen Laodao didn't know why he kept this secret.
"Hahaha, that's not what I thought." Mikazuki Munechika smiled.
"You are very happy!"
"No, I'm just wondering what to have for lunch. Should I go out and get some ice cream?"
"I want the vanilla one!"
The two people inexplicably hit it off and walked further and further away, and Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada remained in deep silence.
"Um... Mr. Kan?"
Kunihiro Horikawa turned his head cautiously.
The two are old partners, and Horikawa Kunihiro looked at him with some concern.
"Sure enough, I'm still far away!" Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada sighed after a long time.
"… This is the only thing that can't be achieved by hard work." Horikawa Kunihiro, who is always a little angel, complained ooc, and it can be seen that he is also very happy: "Shall we help too? It's been a long time since we've had such a lively time!"
Indeed, it’s lively.
The moment the Shinsengumi returned, the entire Honmaru came alive.
The ears were no longer quiet. In the distance, I could hear the sounds of swords arguing or laughing.
Is the stage play reopening? After pressing the continue button, did the entire Honmaru appear harmonious again?
Not exactly a show, is it? It's not entirely an intentional sense of atmosphere, is it?
Some things are real. As long as you grasp the truth, then the things that come after that -
"It's better to work harder!" said Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada.
Horikawa moved his lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped for a moment.
Aren't you trying to do something about Mikazuki-dono's bad taste and Tsurumaru-dono's eagerness to watch the fun?
However, it seems that Mr. Kan is also very happy, so...
"I will continue to assist Mr. Jian!" he said firmly.
"You're quite ambitious! Haha!"
"If there's anything you need me to do, just let me know!"
“…”
Two people, one tall and one short, walked towards the kitchen.
Watching the two people leaving, Yasakiri Hasebe and Basagata Naginata, who had decided to guard the entrance of the castle tower at the same time, remained silent for a moment. It was rare that they did not quarrel.
“…They are totally on different wavelengths.”
"really."
The two of them complained, looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they silently looked away.
"What are you still doing here?"
"It's my first time going out since returning home to protect my Lord!"
"laugh."
"So what are you doing here?"
"If necessary, it will become the master's most handy knife."
"My Lord, you have never used a naginata, have you?"
“…I want to take another look.”
"……really."
The two men suddenly became quiet, standing on the left and right as door gods, ignoring each other.
“…”
“…”
Qian Jianmu, who had been listening to the sounds downstairs, silently closed the window under the fox's gaze.
"If it's embarrassing, I can leave first." said the fox kindly.
“…No need for that.”
The white-haired boy sighed:
"It's good that they can be so lively."
"You've become much more lively, which is good." The fox looked at him.
"… You better shut up."
Can this guy who doesn't understand human nature stop pretending to be considerate? It will only double his shame and embarrassment...
The white-haired boy sat across the table in silence, stroking his forehead and sighing sadly:
"Let's talk business. Has the world consciousness of that world responded?"
“…”
The fox suddenly fell silent and lowered his head.
"What's wrong?" Qian Jianmu's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"No."
There was a hint of struggle in the fox's lifeless eyes, and then, they became gloomy and dark.
"It was awake but unresponsive."
**
The higher-level worlds all have their own attributes and skills, they are just differentiated by strength.
The skills of the literary world are parallel worlds, and the skills of the sword world are time reversal and jump.
The abilities of each world are independent of each other, and because of this, the parallel world of the literary giant's world can be integrated with part of the sword world, and the time travel of the sword world can have an effect on the darkening of the curse world.
However, most of the time, the solid barriers between the worlds will not allow them to get close to each other. The reason why the Sword World can project the Thousand Rooms into the free space is definitely because the world consciousness is asleep and the firewall is closed. The Sword World can exploit a bug and locate the coordinates of the free space remotely.
When the world of spells refused to communicate with the world of swords, it also refused its visit.
In other words, at this moment, the space-time compass has lost its effect.
"…So I didn't receive your warning."
The world consciousness across worlds can also send messages to Sengenmaku, but it will be very difficult. When Sengenmaku stays in Honmaru, the Bungo world can send him messages, but it will be slower. So when they first agreed to leave, the fox suggested that if there were any problems he would try to communicate with him across the world.
However, Qian Jianmu did not receive any information. He judged that there was no problem and guessed that it might be due to the difference in time ratio.
But it is not.
None of them expected the world to actively refuse to help.
"It was intercepted. That world rejected my information transmission... It's waiting for you to leave."
The fox's tone was very dull, but with a certain sense of relief, he spoke slowly and intermittently:
"It refused on its own, so I can't interfere. There's...nothing else I can do. I think...it's probably the end of the road."
When that world consciousness is determined to die, even if time goes back again, it will end up in the same way.
It cannot wake up a world that pretends to be asleep.
Qian Jianmu looked at the fox thoughtfully, but the fox did not try to understand his expression and continued to speak on his own. There was a strange hint of abnormal emotion in his calm and inorganic voice.
Emotions that belong to the world are different from human emotions.
"The darkening will not affect your world. Since you have established a connection with me, I will give you the time authority before the end... Let them be happy for a few more days, then please leave."
Obviously, Fox World has been thinking about it for a long time and is able to explain the rest in one breath.
It was so shocking that Qian Jianmu couldn't keep up with the pace.
"……leave?"
"There's no need to prolong your suffering. Please leave immediately. Our deal is done."
The fox said:
"At this point, even if we maintain the spiritual energy supply, we can only survive."
It says:
"I'm already prepared for the end, so I won't burden you any more."
When it comes to the word "end", all its remaining entanglements are wiped away in one breath, and the animal's eyes look towards the closed window. Its cold eyes still have a kind of empty tenderness and firmness.
"What do you want to do?" Qian Jianmu asked, sensing something unusual.
It didn't look like waiting to die, nor did it look like the determination of a terminally ill patient. This look was more like...
"Now that we know the problem, as the Lord of the Sword, we cannot surrender without a fight. The peace talks have broken down, the envoy has returned, and now what's next..."
The fox paused, his voice becoming firmer than ever before.
"Use the awareness of the sword to carry out the mission of the sword."
The fox raised his eyes, his gaze was cold and resolute:
"The final destination of swords is only the battlefield, I want to -"
"Declare war on the world."
——It was a look that showed someone trying their best to protect.
[Special rules: declaration of war]
In the invisible and empty space, the huge rules of the world moved downward along the veins of the tree diagram from top to bottom, and finally stopped at the red words in the restricted area.
Locked, focused.
"World Rules: Aggression and Resistance, Part 1"
At the cost of sacrificing world consciousness, declare war on the other world with which there is a certain causal relationship.
War Mode: Aggression.
The only goal: destroy more than 80% of the enemy's anchors/foundations.
Victory: The worlds merge and a new world consciousness is born.
Failure: When all your anchors/foundations die, declare war and the world will be destroyed.
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