Chapter 117 The Last Banquet
There are more than a hundred swords in the Honmaru, and it is actually a bit difficult to take a hot spring bath with a fox.
Senjianmu spent the whole day yesterday, booking a large hot spring hotel in the mountains, paying a high price to kick the owner out, and barely found a venue that could accommodate a hundred people for activities together.
"But how are you going to solve the curse problem?"
After listening to his travel plans, the fox looked up and asked him.
The cursed spirit is indeed a trouble.
The relationship between the Honmaru, the cursed spirits, and the Fukusangjin can be represented by painting layers.
The top layer is the Tsukumogami, the bottom layer is the Honmaru grounds, and the second layer in the center of the two is where the cursed spirits are located.
The cursed energy generated by swords cannot be born in the same layer filled with spiritual energy as them. It is like some kind of filtering membrane. The cursed energy is deposited on the second layer and then forms cursed spirits.
However, although the Tsukumogami itself is considered to be at the bottom of the system of gods, it is still a god after all. They are surprisingly pure, without the complex joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness of humans, nor do they have the dark emotions of humans.
At the same time, because of the definition that [Cursed Spirits are negative individuals born from the common point of group imagination after negative emotions condense into cursed power], the negative emotions of swordsmen are very pure. They rarely blame their companions, respect the battlefield of victory and defeat, and do not blame the Time Travel Army. In the end, all negative emotions are directed to one existence——
The judge of the gods.
——These cursed spirits only harbor ill will toward the Shinsengumi personally, and they have no special emotions towards humans at all.
Not all of these cursed spirits have the malicious intent to kill. Rather, they are more like beings that are similar to but opposite to each Tsukumogami.
Those who do not have a strong grudge against the Shinsengumi will not be determined to kill them.
But even so, at least half of the 100 Zhendao have murderous intentions towards the Shinsengumi, but Sengenmaku is not too worried.
"I have tested it, and the literary world has a suppressive effect on cursed spirits."
This is what he discovered when he released the cursed spirit he had received from Geto Suguru in front of Edogawa Ranpo that night.
Because there is no cursed power and they are not affected by the world of curses, cursed spirits do not have strong destructive power in the world of literary masters.
But even if they were determined to kill him, he was prepared to deal with it.
"After the tour, we're ready to get started, right?"
On the virtual screen that no one can see is the calculated energy conversion curve. Zero is good at "conversion" and it is not difficult to convert the accumulated energy into the energy for time travel. The only flaw is that because Qianjianmu does not have the ability to "go back in time", energy can only be converted instantly and with the bonus of proficiency. If you want to go back ten years, you may have to go back intermittently many times.
Everything is ready, so there is no point in waiting any longer.
Qian Jianmu lowered his head and gently stroked the fox's fur:
"Let's have a good time, and when you come back, I'll set off."
The fox said nothing, but nimbly jumped onto his shoulder and watched the swords gather together until the sun rose high, illuminating everyone's face.
It saw the unhealable cracks on the sword, spreading to its limbs, like a stitched doll or a broken piece of jade.
"I want them to be good. They are my anchor."
It says:
"But perhaps this is unfortunate for them?"
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The hot spring hotel was booked for five days, the hot spring compartments were connected, and the partitions in the restaurant were removed. By the time we actually had dinner, it was already dusk.
The store prepared plenty of food and wine, and even had a small KTV. The swordsmen quickly adapted to the environment and started drinking happily.
A few social terrorists monopolized the microphone, but they didn't know any popular songs when they opened their mouths, and in the end they sang popular songs from six or seven hundred years ago.
There was no song in the machine, so other swords that were good at playing instruments provided accompaniment, and a few cultural swords composed waka on a whim.
The children gathered together to play Hyakunin Isshu, a game that tests their reaction ability. Almost as soon as the first syllable was pronounced, the cards flew out.
Swords and knives are very powerful. With a little excitement, the playing cards turned into hidden weapons. In the end, the wooden wall was pierced into a hedgehog by the playing cards. Beside the wall were Chijianmu, who was in both laughter and tears, and the parents who came to claim the scene of the trouble, who were both excited.
"Feel sorry……"
"It doesn't matter. It's okay to tear it down. I've paid for it."
The money I paid is almost enough to buy this hot spring. It’s just a few plugs, so it should be fine.
Jirodachi - a female-dachi wearing many oiran decorations staggered over. The size difference was too big, so Jirodachi lowered his head.
"Would you like to have a drink with me?"
The more stable and cautious Taro Tachi arrived and held the man down. Jiro Tachi was drunk and waved his arms:
"I want to drink with the master!!"
"Don't persuade children to drink!"
Qian Jianmu wanted to drink, but was stopped by a group of blades. He even wore an adult vest, but was still stopped.
"Think twice, my lord!"
"Pretending to be an adult is still a minor, right?"
On the side, Budong Xingguang, who was drinking heavily, said faintly:
"In our time, this age was enough to get married and have children."
"This is not our era anymore! Don't lead the Shinsengumi astray!"
"Master! Times have changed!"
Yakiri Hasebe, who wanted to provide a good environment for the Shinsengumi, was in a hurry. When he turned around, he found his mouth full of tamagoyaki.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga was holding a plate, staring at him hungrily and trying to feed him.
"Woo woo woo! Woo woo!" (Tsurumaru-dono! Again!?)
"Is it delicious?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga said dimly.
"Wuwu! I said, wuwuwu..." Yakiri Hasebe was about to speak when his mouth was stuffed again. His face turned blue from the overly sweet taste. Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at him for a while and smiled brightly.
"This is made of candlestick cuts."
"! Is it possible that Chokudaikiri can make bad food?" Swallowing hard, Yakiri Hasebe opened his eyes wide in shock.
"No, I did it, hahahaha! Are you scared?!"
Looking at the blue face of Yakiri Hasebe, Tsurumaru Kuninaga couldn't stop laughing and went off to look for another victim.
"...The food made by Tsurumaru-dono...? Oops, is it really the only flaw that it's too sweet?" Hasebe, who was left with only doubts about his life, silently emoted.
A white crane was flying all over the field, and under the white feathers, Lao Renzu was leisurely drinking tea.
The old tea masters took out their treasured teas one after another. Each of them held a teapot and tasted the tea in circles.
Suzumaru Tsuneji took the teacup from Uguisumaru and took a sip. Uguisumaru looked at him and smiled.
"How does it taste? Unfortunately, the best one has been drunk before."
The man with long black and white hair nodded, twirling the Buddhist beads between his fingers.
“It’s delicious.”
Across the table from the Old Blade Group is the two-thirds Fox Group.
The table was piled high with fried tofu, divided into three equal portions. Kokitsunemaru, Minghu's fox, Minghu and Kitsunesuke were eating it with relish.
The foxes of Minghu and Minghu eat the same portion.
"Kitsunesuke, come eat quickly?" The fox of Ming Fox said, "Ming Fox is worried about you."
Minghu nodded.
The fox took a big mouthful of fried tofu in silence.
The fox in Minghu looked at Kokitsunemaru again.
"Xiao Hu Wan-don, which kind of fried tofu do you think tastes better?"
Meiko was still looking at Kitsunesuke, while Kogumamaru raised his head and looked at him blankly.
“It tastes better when boiled.”
"Excellent vision!" said the fox from Minghu.
"Excellent quality." Minghu gave a thumbs up.
The people on the KTV stage changed again, this time it was a large family of Jiang's faction.
Under the leadership of leader Toyozen, seven or eight handsome men in Korean-style clothes posed as a boy group. Finally, the speakers that were used played a super-burning boy group song, which instantly brought the atmosphere of the entire Honmaru from Edo to the modern era.
For some reason, the singing and dancing classes they took came in handy. They winked, danced hot and sexy, and even had girl group dance steps. In the audience, Rantoshiro was enjoying California Kiyomitsu's superb manicure service while cheering with his free hand, shouting for an encore from his fangirls, and then another prelude sounded.
Jiang Xue Sawamonji, who was a little unable to adapt, fled to the Old Blade Group. When he looked up, he saw Kokitsunemaru standing up while biting fried tofu and dancing to the song.
Jiang Xue Zuo Wenzi closed his eyes silently, chanted a Buddhist name, and sat side by side with Suzumaru Tsuneji, as solemn and quiet as if they were in a Buddhist temple.
However, not far in front of them, the Nikko Ichimonji and Nansen Ichimonji conch shells (ritual instruments) add a sense of traditional music to the modern music.
The quiet atmosphere was completely destroyed.
Looking back, the tea tasting activity of the Old Blade Group has turned into drinking. Several bottles of foreign wine are placed on the table. Yingwanmaru fills a glass of whiskey and hands it to Suzumaru Tsuneji:
"How about trying this cup?"
Juzumaru Tsuneji took it and drank it. He paused, as if he wanted to say that he didn't drink, but in the end he remained silent and only said:
“It’s delicious.”
"Try this one?" Mikazuki handed over a glass of clear wine and also poured a glass for Jiang Xue Sawamonji.
Jiang Xue Sawamonji decided to wait until Tsuneji finished drinking Suzumaru before doing anything else.
This time, Jizumaru Tsuneji coughed, wiped his mouth, and opened his eyes slightly.
“It tastes good, but what is it…”
"It's white wine." Mikazuki said this and poured himself a cup of tea. "It's called Lao Baigan, and it has a very high alcohol content."
"Sorry..." Suzumaru Tsuneji closed his eyes: "Sake is better...beer is fine too."
Jiang Xuezuo's text: "..."
So you can sit at the same table!
Chijianmu also wanted to go to the Laoren Group, but was forced to go to the children's table, which was full of good kids.
Baxing Naginata stubbornly guarded the peace of the table and handed him a glass of milk.
Qian Jianmu took a sip and added sugar, it tasted good.
The tall man thought for a moment and poured him another glass.
The white-haired boy took a sip and paused.
The taste of cream and a hint of wine.
"…It's Baileys." Baxing Naginata blinked, "Drink this first to relieve your craving. I'll go steal some wine for the master later."
You're really on the road to leading the Shinsengumi astray.
Thinking of this, Qian Jianmu drank it all in one gulp and gave a thumbs up.
The five onlookers on the sidelines didn't dare to say a word.
The meal lasted until eight o'clock in the evening. Although the scene was in chaos, the sober swordsmen worked together and restored the restaurant to its original state in a short time.
Yixingbing took his spare clothes and went to the shower room. After the thousand curtains, when he went to the shower room, Mikazuki Ichiba was the only one left in the locker room.
He was trying stubbornly to unbutton his clothes, but the clothes became a tangled mess, and the more he unbuttoned them, the more tangled they became.
"Aren't you one of the first to come?" Qian Jianmu asked.
"Hahaha... could something like this happen?" Mikazuki blinked innocently.
Chiganemaku walked over to help him take off his clothes. Mikazuki's clothes were simply not fit for a human to wear. There were layers upon layers, knots upon knots. The two of them spent half an hour studying before they were able to barely take them off.
After the remaining clothes fell to the ground, Qianjianmu looked at the man silently, then looked at Sanriku's eyes silently, then looked at the man silently again, and finally slowly closed his eyes.
"You're not wearing anything underneath?"
“…Hahahaha, this…”
The boomerang hit him after all.
"Won't it be uncomfortable?"
"It's fine."
"...So powerful, Fusangshen."
The light-colored cracks were particularly conspicuous on the handsome man's body. Qian Jianmu took a few glances at the criss-crossing cracks. This was the first time he had seen these cracks appear on a body with his own eyes.
"Hahaha, you can touch it!" Mikazuki noticed his gaze and laughed.
"Put on some clothes!"
After simply cleaning his body, he wrapped himself in a bath towel, lifted the curtain that separated the hot spring, and when Qianjianmu raised his head, he felt as if he had entered hell on earth.
Hell in a double sense.
After dinner, he went back to his room to rest. Perhaps because the swords were in high spirits, the cursed spirits were quietly lurking in the swords' bodies. It was already night, and he could see multiple swords wandering around the hot spring area.
And another hell was that the swordsmen had a seaside joint battle in a hot spring.
So the Time Government organizes so many activities mainly because you guys really like to have fun, right?
Qian Jianmu went to a small pond that was only big enough for a few people. He lay on the stone edge of the pond and watched a great battle breaking out in the large pond in the distance.
Water splashes up and down.
As expected, the cursed spirits did not attack him. They just scattered around the pool indifferently. Their gazes were still full of murderous intent, but not scary.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga got a basin from somewhere and was bullying everyone. Sengenmaku watched helplessly as the basin of hot spring water, which was originally intended to be poured on a group of swordsmen, was dodged by the sword men with extremely high mobility and ended up pouring all over Suzumaru Tsunetsugu, who was living a peaceful life on the side.
Sujumaru Tsuneji wiped his face, wrung out his hair again, put it on the shore, and chanted a Buddhist name. Because he didn't bring any Buddhist beads, his fingers moved in vain and he hid his hands under the water as if nothing had happened.
That's great.
Everyone looks very happy.
The fatigue from a day and night of running around came over him belatedly. Chigenmaku lay on the shore watching the swords fighting. He probably took a short nap. When he woke up, he saw Suzumaru Tsuneji, who had been bullied several times for no reason, silently clenching his fists.
No way, Suzumaru has a very good temper.
He quickly called people over to take shelter, and for some reason, Mikazuki, who had been quietly and maliciously making trouble for others, also came over. In other words, Suzumaru Tsuneji had a good temper. He opened his eyes slightly, looked at him, said nothing, and even gave in.
As more people came into the small pond, it instantly became crowded.
Mikazuki took the sake glass and poured him a glass.
"Is it okay?" Qian Jianmu glanced at him.
"Hahaha, it's water?"
"…Really? I don't believe it."
"If you don't believe me, ask Suzumaru?" Mikazuki poured a cup for Suzumaru, who took it and took a sip.
"How is Suzumaru-dono?"
Suzumaru opened his eyes and said seriously:
“It’s delicious.”
He paused again and added:
"It's water."
These guys are definitely the kind of people who would bring their children into trouble at home!
Thinking of this, Qian Jianmu picked up the cup and opened his eyes wide:
“Delicious!”
"It's my treasured collection, and there's only this little bit." Mikazuki shook the wine jug and refilled it. "The master has missed a lot, and today everyone has taken out the best things in the bottom of the box. Yingwan's tea is very good. Yingwan said he would prepare another pot for you tomorrow morning."
“Eh…”
Qian Jianmu took another sip and said calmly:
"Did you find it?"
"You've noticed something, right?" The dark blue-haired man lowered his eyes. Not far away from him, a red-haired man with a different tone to his was sitting silently on the edge of the pool, looking up at the sun and the moon.
The cursed spirit of Suzumaru Tsuneji is much weaker and closer to his appearance, making him like a twin of the Fusangshen Suzumaru.
The two cursed spirits sat together, without saying a word, quietly looking at the waning moon at night.
"Because the master has always been indifferent to us." Sanrizuki didn't notice and smiled calmly: "No matter what we do, no matter what trouble we get into, the master is always indifferent and doesn't care much. It doesn't matter. The banquet we had when we came back that day, he just ate and left. The master has never stayed for us."
"……Feel sorry."
"So, suddenly calling everyone out together, and bringing... a fox, maybe something is going to happen?"
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