Chapter 118 May we meet in the new world.

Chapter 118 May we meet in the new world.

Sword masters are all very smart guys.

It is usually not noticeable, probably because the swords are too pure. They look particularly innocent among the sinister and cunning humans.

These swords can sense the emotional changes of the Shinsengumi very clearly. For example, the Ba-gata naginata can even dig out the Shinsengumi's reckless dark side when the Shinsengumi himself is unaware. For the only master in this world, the Shinsengumi who connects life and destiny, the sword tsukumogami devotes 200% of their energy to observing their master and tries their best to be considerate to the greatest extent possible.

The Shinsengumi wants to hide the secret from the Sword Man, but it depends on whether the Sword Man is willing to have the secret hidden.

And, can the sword man imagine the moral bottom line of human beings?

"But we don't know what's going to happen, so..."

Like cats that have been fed a large amount of cat food, or children who have received gifts for no apparent reason, the sword men are silently and uneasy. A sense of impending crisis in the future makes them more vigilant.

Eventually, it became a 'as you wish' kind of submission.

"So, what's going to happen? Can you tell me?" The blue-haired man had a crescent moon pattern swaying in his eyes, and he smiled gently.

"Do you really want to know?" At this moment, Qian Jianmu found that he still had the mood to joke.

"It doesn't matter." Mikazuki said, "Whether you abandon us or fight for us, we will obey the Lord."

"It's not really abandonment, right?" Qian Jianmu hesitated: "If you hadn't joined the Time Government..."

Mikazuki Munechika opened his eyes slightly.

“Do you want to change history?”

"Huh? How did you think of this..." Qian Jianmu was stunned.

"...In the past few days, we have read the memories of all the distractions, and some Shinsengumi have tried to... Sorry, haha." The blue-haired man laughed.

"No, I want to do something more thorough - I want everyone to return to the past without the Time Government, and walk through the future without the Fusangshen of the Last Law."

The golden eyes flickered under the light. Qian Jianmu stared closely at Sanriku's expression, not wanting to miss any fluctuations:

"If we fail, everyone will die, right? If we succeed, our present and our future will cease to exist since two hundred years ago... Can you accept that?"

"...everything... ceased to exist?" Mikazuki was stunned.

"There will be no more Shinsengumi, and there will be no more Time Travel Army. The ones fighting you will be demons, or humans, or even each other. I can't guess what will happen after that, and there is no way to arrange it."

Qian Jianmu smiled helplessly:

"I'm sorry, this is the best ending I can give you."

Mikazuki Munechika fell silent.

In the entire Honmaru, Mikazuki Munechika is probably the one who is most affected.

The formation of the Government of Time was probably partly due to Mikazuki Munechika's response to the call.

He was the first sword to be called upon, and the first sword to join the Honmaru.

"But... Master, I am not the real number one vibrating sword."

After a long time, Mikazuki said:

"I am number two, the first Vibrating Blade, and I am Dojikiri Yasutsuna, one of the Five Swords of the World."

"...I didn't see him." Although he had noticed it, Sengenmaku, who had always thought that Number One was a Shinsengumi, blinked.

"Douzi, cut him off..." Mikazuki opened his mouth, showing a rare hesitation: "He...left Honmaru..."

Tongjiqi Yasunaga, the later swordsmen have never seen him, only the earliest old swordsmen are slightly familiar with him.

He only appeared for a brief moment, and then... gave up the Touken Ranbu plan.

The boy Qie Angang, who used to slay demons and drink blood to exorcise monsters, could not adapt to the life in Honmaru where he could not control himself. He made a deal with the Time Government, and at the cost of binding his future with the Time Government, he embarked on the road of slaying the Time Traveling Army alone.

Later on, Sanriku never heard from him again. Maybe he was still alive, or maybe he died in the battle.

Mikazuki sometimes thought that maybe one day, Doujikiri would return to Honmaru. He had only met Doujikiri a few times, and those memories had been worn away by time. They seemed clear, but had been distorted into a shape that could no longer be seen clearly.

Will you feel lonely? In fact, those who have really learned to be lonely may no longer be considered true Tsukumogami.

“…I see.”

"Haha, it's just a sudden recollection of the old man." Mikazuki laughed and shook his head: "In the future you expect, I may meet him again."

"…Have you accepted it?" Sensing the implication of his words, Qian Jianmu seemed to be thinking about something.

"Huh?"

The dark blue-haired man showed a somewhat surprised look:

"'Leave all decisions and matters concerning the world to me', didn't you say that? Haha, have you forgotten?"

"Do you still remember?"

At that time, he vaguely realized that the abnormality was related to Daojian's negative emotions, so in order to appease Daojian, he tried his best to make Daojian relax and not live in panic and tension, so he said these words.

Unexpectedly, he wrote it down carefully.

"I have always remembered it, so when I got your name, Master, I didn't tell any Blade."

The blue-haired young man smiled with a hint of meaning:

"But... it's a good thing I didn't tell everyone."

Fusangshen has the ability to disappear.

The Kamikakushi of a single Tsukumogami is not certain to succeed, but if the swords of the entire Honmaru decide together to Kamikakushi the Shinsengumi, then there is probably no one in this world who can break the rules.

In the wallet that Chijianmu handed over that year, in addition to banknotes and photos, there was also a small ticket with a name on it.

In fact, Mikazuki had already thought about going into hiding at that time, and the strange Mikazuki that Sengenmaku saw at that time actually had malicious intentions towards him.

But just when he was about to make a move, the Shinsengumi suddenly said these words.

What should he do? He had a headache for a while, and when he came to his senses, the receipt with the name of the Shinsengumi had been burned.

Is there nothing we can do about it? It was a mistake. Old people are old, that's how it is. There's nothing we can do about it.

Muttering this, Mikazuki walked to the entrance of Honmaru and began to do his best to complete the mission of Sengenmaku.

Later on, he and the old blades thought about how to survive. Later on, Mikazuki suddenly realized that even if they wanted to, they couldn't hide in the Thousand Halls.

Fortunately, I didn’t tell anyone.

If you really do it, I'm afraid it will be irreversible.

Briefly recalling the past, Mikazuki Munechika tapped his head, feeling annoyed by his sudden sentimentality. Looking at the little Shinsengumi's serious and beautiful eyes, he smiled.

"Just tell us what you want to do, and point us in the direction you want. No matter where you want to go, as long as it is what you expect, we will not refuse - and we will be happy for it from the bottom of our hearts."

"This is the mission of the sword, and this is the only true meaning of the 'Touken Ranbu' plan."

"It's not about traveling back in time, nor is it about protecting history. What the swords are looking forward to is just a Shinsengumi who can point out the way forward.

Only when the Shinsengumi exist do swords have a meaning of existence. ”

Sengenmaku looked at him in a daze. Mikazuki moved his fingers and rubbed his hair very naturally while Suzumaru opened his eyes in surprise.

The water on his hands made his hair wet. Chigenmaku was a little surprised at Mikazuki's rebellion, but he saw that Mikazuki was smiling, which was unusual, not so neat and respectful, as if he was a free Tsukumogami.

It looks even more beautiful.

"Sure enough, in front of the old man, even a Shinsengumi is just a child."

The dark blue-haired young man naturally put down his hand and leaned against the edge of the pool. Chigenmu saw the cursed spirit not far away turned his head slightly. On the contrary, Mikazuki looked up at the moon.

"Hahaha, being able to meet you is indeed a rare blessing that only comes once in a thousand years. It's really... great."

After saying a series of shocking words, Sanriku left with a smile.

The swordsmen have already started their intermission. Everyone is quietly soaking in the hot springs. When the moon rises high in the sky, people start to leave one after another.

When I passed by the locker room, I saw Mikazuki putting on a pullover.

——A very rustic style.

"Haha, grandpa needs to keep warm?"

As he said this, he put on his short coat over his sweater and was measuring the angle with a headscarf. The blades around him didn't quite accept his taste and had a numb look on their faces that said 'it has to be you'.

The wandering cursed spirits remained silent. In fact, if you didn't look closely, these cursed spirits were no different from real people.

Chigenmaku even heard the cursed spirit of Tsurumaru Kuninaga whispering to the cursed spirit next to him:

"Do I need to wear a sweater when taking a hot spring bath?"

"How rude!" The cursed spirit of Yakiri Hasebe had a cold face the whole time, but still complained in a low voice.

"So what? What does it have to do with me?" The cursed spirit made a face, which was not very similar to Tsurumaru Kuninaga. He was more unbridled and lively, and more impolite.

As he said this, the black-haired cursed spirit glanced at Sengenmaku and their eyes met.

He smiled oddly, his red eyes tinged with bloodshot black, carrying a strong ominous meaning.

At the same time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was playing around, passed him and walked away, so the cursed spirit turned around and disappeared around the corner like Tsurumaru Kuninaga's shadow.

Mikazuki, who had put on a headscarf, left. The Ba-shaped naginata, who had just put on his clothes, floated behind Sengenmaku like a soul.

"Would you like me to help you get dressed? It would be my pleasure!"

“…No, that’s not necessary.”

He took the fox from the short knife's hand. The whole fox was wet. As soon as it was in his hand, the fox couldn't help shaking its fur.

Water droplets splashed everywhere. Qian Jianmu squinted his eyes and saw that the fox who was the world had a slightly unnatural look in his eyes.

"Kitsunesuke, you can't do this! I'll take you to blow dry!" Tandao was wandering around at a loss, and it looked like he wanted to snatch the fox away, so Chijianmaku let go of his hand and saw the fox being obediently sent to the hair dryer.

Noisy and laughing.

The sword play is still going on, and at least in the atmosphere of Sengenmaku, everyone has returned to normal.

Is this really a stage play?

When it was late at night, they looked at the fox, whose hair had become dry and was enjoying Kokitsunemaru's hair care, and for some reason, they both knew what the other wanted to say.

"Are you happy?" Qian Jianmu touched its head and found that its fur was indeed much smoother.

“…”

"Then it was the best possible farewell."

The fox didn't say a word, but curled up on the edge of the quilt, forming a small curl.

"good evening."

"good evening."

**

On the third day of the hot spring trip, when they returned to Honmaru, Sengenmaku told the swordsmen the truth in Ohiroma.

Unexpectedly but not surprisingly, the swords did not resist. After a brief moment of surprise, they silently accepted the fact.

Some of the tearful daggers started crying, but when Qian Jianmu looked over, he smiled with tears in his eyes.

"Then please let us prepare the last meal..."

"You've been eating it for three days?"

Qian Jianmu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He has already dealt with the matter in Yokohama. Although he is a little worried about the situation in the main world, thinking about the 500 billion he gave to Dazai before he left, he is busy. If there is really something, Dazai will definitely come to him.

The ratio of time is uncertain, and it is unknown how long it will take Qian Jianmu to be there this time. The swords can still say goodbye to each other properly, but it is basically certain that this is the last time Qian Jianmu and them will meet.

Since the broken swords cannot be completely repaired, we should not allow anything to happen that would cause them to be collectively damaged.

When it’s time to cut it off, cut it off. Staying on will only add to the sadness.

"So...see you next time?"

Qian Jianmu waved his hand, he paused, and suddenly remembered that sentence.

With some sadness and some strange feelings, he couldn't help but say:

“May we meet in the new world.”

“May we meet in the new world.”

This time, it's a good farewell, right?

"World coordinates confirmed, jump preparation in progress, ready."

"Tell the anchor point to confirm Gojo Satoru."

"Countdown: 3...2...1"

The transmission was completely different from that using the time and space compass. There was a brief darkness here. Qian Jianmu looked up in the darkness. This time, he saw a huge tree-shaped vein.

Countless branches go upward, upward, and upward all the time.

Faintly, he saw an exceptionally bright white shadow at the end of the branch.

...What is that?

The next moment, the scene changed.

"The world jump was successful, time is being rewound and charged..."

"The first time rewind will be carried out in one minute. Anchor point: Gojo Satoru. Time for rewind: Calculating."

"The countdown begins: 60..."

Even though he had anticipated this, when Qian Jianmu saw the tragic scene, his mind went blank.

A cold wind blew through the ruins, crows flew in the sky, and he stood on the ruins and smelled blood.

At first glance, all he could see was the lower body of a standing man, apart from the dangerous man with twisted spells carved on his face.

Half of his body fell to the ground, and the Six-Eyed Son of God looked up at the sky. His snow-white hair was stained with dust and blood mud. At the moment when Qian Jianmu saw the world clearly, the bright eyes of the sky lost the luster of life.

The pale and dry lips were slightly opened, as if about to utter a helpless smile or a long sigh.

Such a heroic death.

With his death, the whole world was swallowed up by a thick ominous atmosphere, like the sea without a lighthouse.

There is no light at all.

It was pitch black.

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