Chapter 56: Honest People Will Be Persecuted, So I Choose to Become a Scumbag

Chapter 56: Honest People Will Be Persecuted, So I Choose to Become a Scumbag

Mikazuki Munechika Honba's position in the government of time is very delicate and special.

As a "bannerman", he is often dragged out to "sell his beauty". Although it is a five-flowered, highest-grade katana, a few of them will be given to newcomers during every event. They say he is an honest guy who is bullied, but he looks like he is quite happy.

There is an unofficial history in Shinsengumi about Mikazuki Munechika being summoned to join the Time Government. It says that the Time Government went to before the End of the Dharma Era, which was a hundred years ago, and asked Mikazuki Munechika about his wishes. They explained that they wanted to save history, but Mikazuki himself would also suffer great pressure and danger, and they hoped that he could support this great cause of protecting history. At that time, Mikazuki was squatting in the museum, and there was no clear human figure yet. The answer given was:

"Hahaha, all is fine. All is fine."

The staff of the Time Government didn't expect him to agree so quickly. Before he even finished his lines, Blade had already agreed.

Later, under Mikazuki's 'kind' gaze, the members of the Time Government gritted their teeth and explained clearly to each other their responsibilities, obligations and remunerations, and finally left with sweat dripping down their backs and an awkward mood as Mikazuki said 'Hahaha, okay, okay'.

The joining of Mikazuki Munechika gave a shot in the arm to the cause of the Government of Time. After all, the job of reshaping the Tsukumogami was unprecedented and unparalleled. In addition to his fighting ability, Mikazuki Munechika's symbolic significance far exceeds that of others. In addition to the powerful power brought by time and his transparent and steady personality, the most attractive thing is his appearance as the "most beautiful blade". We are all human beings, and we all know the existence of human beings. The title of saving history is too big and has no real sense, but if there is a handsome man here, it would be great if the world is in danger... (that kind of tone)

At first, the government of the time thought that this was an easy-going and transparent old knife. Later, after it was officially put into use, everyone found that this was not only an old knife, but also an old man. Although he is one of the most handsome guys, once you ignore his natural beauty, look at what he usually does:

Drinking tea, eating snacks and admiring cherry blossoms, wearing a sweater and fishing, lovingly petting small animals, calling himself a grandfather, and treating all the Shinsengumi equally as if they were his grandchildren...

No matter how many people are attracted by his appearance and what thoughts they have about him, basically all of them will be disillusioned after getting him. Before I got the crescent moon, she was my real wife. After I got the crescent moon, she became my real grandfather. It takes hundreds of days to forge a knife, but only a moment to nourish the stomach. The generation was directly increased, and there was now an extra elderly person to be supported in the family. The Shinsengumi tasted this sweet pain with tears in his eyes.

For the thousand-year-old man Mikazuki, no matter how big the problem is, it is not a big deal for him. Eight out of ten of his sentences contain "hahaha". He can keep laughing until the world is destroyed.

After a sword grows to a certain level, it can enter the polarization process, in other words, super evolution. Polarization requires practice, which probably means going back to the era when one's memory is more vivid to resolve the knot in one's heart. But Mikazuki Munechika had no grudges at all, and he was so powerful that he didn't need to improve his combat power. Later, the Shinsengumi wanted to see Mikazuki's new skin after his evolution, and the demand was so high that the Time Government found Mikazuki and asked him if he wanted to practice.

Mikazuki still said in the same tone: "Hahaha, that's fine, that's fine."

Government of Time: "So is there any place you want to go?"

Mikazuki: "Hahaha, it's all good, I'm fine with it."

Yes, Mikazuki Munechika is such a blade...

Therefore, if Kitsunesuke really experienced countless clones of Mikazuki Munechika, then his impression of old man Mikazuki Munechika would probably be deeper than iron, so it is understandable that he would feel extremely disconnected at this time. But unfortunately, this Honmaru is a retirement place for the blades to recuperate and rest, and after experiencing the hopeless ending of all the blades' swords being shattered, if Mikazuki really continues, then there's something wrong with him.

Mikazuki is indeed as calm as a chrysanthemum, but in the final analysis, it is just that he has experienced too much and his threshold is relatively high. Considering his age, his scheming, intelligence, and emotional manipulation skills are among the best. Normally, he doesn't care about them because he thinks it's unnecessary, but once he feels that he needs to make a little effort, he will immediately take on the responsibility.

This blade is very capable, and he is really good at it when there is something going on.

The two of them were silent for a while. As the sky was getting darker, the leader Zai came out from the side and kicked Kitsunesuke into the pond like a football.

"It's none of your business. Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking. Just go about your business," he said.

"You bastard!!!" Kitsunesuke was so angry that he almost caught fire. To be honest, for some reason, Kitsunesuke really hated the leader. It swam two steps angrily, then lowered its head. Hey, isn't this the adult? It immediately picked up the blades reflexively, swam to the shore with great effort and sorted them out. When it raised its head again, it saw the scene of two people happily walking into the room with a blade in their hands.

...Has it been deceived again? ! !

Wait... aren't you going to continue repairing it? The knife he specially picked up for cooking has not been repaired yet! ! Can Mikazuki-sama really cook...?

**

Ten minutes later——

Looking at the kitchen that was on fire for no apparent reason, Kitsunesuke widened his eyes.

“Spirit Judge aa ...

**

Ten minutes ago——

Repairing the sword consumes too much spiritual energy. If Qian Jianmu hadn't carried a power bank with him, he would probably have been drained of it. I might as well just repair one and worry about the others after I have a good rest tomorrow.

The two Ichiro strolled leisurely in Honmaru. Mikazuki was easy-going and answered whatever was asked, but he was also very cautious and would selectively answer or not say anything if not asked.

That's fine, at least he knows.

At first, the leaders Zai and Senganmaku thought they could learn something from Kitsunesuke. After taking turns to ask him questions for a few days, they found out that Kitsunesuke was probably some kind of machine. His concepts were all distorted, forcing it to ignore the abnormalities of Honmaru and, by the way, affecting the Shinsengumi to ignore the abnormalities.

This world doesn't have any bad intentions. It just doesn't want Qian Jianmu to know too much. If he is really a fool and believes everything he hears, then except that it will take a little longer and be more difficult to repair, he can continue to be deceived. In short, due to various concerns, the fox given to it is a fool who looks "normal" but is actually "abnormal".

Although it doesn't matter to this world if Chigenmaku dies here, there are almost no people who can support the operation of Honmaru at present. The world still doesn't want him to die too soon. In some ways, Chigenmaku is unexpectedly safe.

"Where are you staying tonight?"

"Haha, Master, are you worried about safety at night? Don't worry about that, the swords can handle it themselves at night."

"Nonsense." The leader commented sleepily.

"There's nothing I can do about this."

Mikazuki whispered, his distance from the leader was a little far, but he did not show any dislike:

"Since the 'Great Victory' a few years ago, the swordmen began to uncontrollably 'wander' collectively at night. We have no memory of this, and it was not until the problem with the short swords in the main castle that we realized that the situation had become so serious. Swordmen who have lost consciousness will be extremely aggressive. The only thing to be thankful for is that the swordmen still have some memories left, and they will have normal behavior patterns and rarely attack their own kind."

"Will there be abnormalities even if it breaks?" Qian Jianmu asked.

"...Master, we are not normal Tsukumogami. Although we have one body, there is a subtle gap between the body and the soul for the sake of differentiation. For us, the body of the sword is the basis of the existence of the sword. The sword is a weapon, bloodthirsty but not evil. However, if the sword is broken, the sword man will become a ghost or demon..."

Mikazuki's voice suddenly became low.

"Although it is broken, the original soul is not dispersed. Although the other swordsmen in the main circle will be weakened, they can still maintain for a period of time with the spiritual power of the Shinsengumi. The wandering souls at night are dangerous, but they are still controllable. However, if the sword body is completely broken and the original soul is dispersed, the 'wandering souls' will no longer be controllable, and the other swordsmen in the main circle will deteriorate at the same time..."

——Then the so-called swords and shogun who safeguard history will die at the same time, the companions who fought side by side will turn into hungry ghosts in an instant, and the collapse of the world will only take a moment.

Qian Jianmu was thinking about what he said, but he didn't comment. He thought about it and asked:

“Can you cook?”

The topic jumped too quickly and Mikazuki Munechika was stunned. He rarely felt the sense of disconnection when Nakahara Chuuya told him that it was Aramatsu and then Sengenmaku said "oh" and immediately asked what to have for dinner, but he reacted quickly.

“Haha…cooking, you can give it a try.” The Most Beautiful Blade said with a smile.

So Sengenmaku leaned next to the leader and watched Mikazuki Munechika cook.

Although the leader came over without permission, he had no intention of helping Qianjianmaku with his work. Occasionally I would help him investigate the situation, but more often than not I just had no idea what information he was processing. Sometimes he would write or draw on paper. Qian Jianmu leaned over to take a look and found that it was the Mafia report that he had memorized. He could not help but remain silent for a moment, speechless.

When the two of them couldn't sleep in the bedroom late at night, they would play blind chess. Qian Jianmu was not very good at playing chess in this world, but he would be able to do it after some practice. The only thing that made Qian Jianmu feel a little relieved was that the leader's mental state was much better than when he first arrived. He could sleep for three full hours a day and his glucose intake was stable at the daily requirement of a normal person.

Although it's not normal, as long as he's alive, it's enough, so he doesn't have too many expectations.

The stoves in the kitchen were all old-fashioned. After the wood was too big to burn, so Mikazuki Munechika's body was taken out to chop firewood, the fire was finally lit.

Everything seems to be on the right track...

As the leader watched, he suddenly complained in a low voice: "It seems that he didn't wash the rice."

Qian Jianmu looked at it and said, "Do I need a knife to cook?"

The leader hesitated and said, "Maybe it is necessary?"

Qian Jianmu thought in confusion: "But he seemed to be pouring oil into the pot..."

Chief Zai: "Maybe a Western-style recipe? For example, Spanish risotto... I remember it tasted pretty good."

Qian Jianmu was skeptical: "Let's see."

The leader had a subtle expression and nodded carefully.

After a while…

Chikanmaku: "Is it burning?"

Chief Zai: "That kind of situation also happens on TV, like the pot catching fire."

Chigenmaku: "But his clothes seem to be burning too."

Chief Zai: "Since it is a sword, it should not be afraid of fire."

Qian Jianmu: "That should be normal, let's take a look."

Leader Zai: "Hmm..."

After a while...

Chief Zai: "Ah, the house is burning too."

Chijianmu: "Sometimes this happens, like setting the house on fire to cook or something."

Chief Zai: "Can this still be done?"

Chimamu: "I did it this way before, and it was fine except it was a little hot."

Leader Zai: "It's very interesting. I'll try it next time."

Chikanmaku: "It can also provide warmth. I highly recommend it."

Mikazuki Munechika, whose body was burned to pieces, turned around silently. A huge fire was burning in front of him, and behind him were two calm and a little weird people.

"Haha...it seems, it doesn't work..."

Mikazuki, whose face was burned a little black, was as elegant and calm as ever. He used a knife to take out a lump of black stuff from the pot and put it on a plate.

"should……"

The surface of this thing is shiny black, but the rice grains are clearly distinct, giving people the feeling that it can be eaten but also cannot be eaten. The leader's eyes lit up, he leaned over, dipped some with his fingertips and put it in his mouth.

"You're going to add salt, aren't you?" he asked.

"Rice tastes better if it has a little flavor, right?" Mikazuki said frankly.

"Ah, although there is such a method, the caramel risotto is also good." The leader gave a thumbs up. "Maku-kun, come and try it too."

Qian Jianmu silently picked up a little and put it in his mouth, then nodded.

“The vinegar rice is delicious.”

"Hey! Is it vinegar rice?" The leader was shocked.

"Although the caramel is a bit bitter, if you taste it carefully it seems that a lot of vinegar was added," said Chijianmu.

"Haha, I did think that maybe it would be better to make some vinegar rice to make sushi." Mikazuki smiled frankly.

There was still a raging fire in the kitchen behind them. The three men were chatting and laughing in front of a lump of black unknown substance, but despite this, the leader Zai and Qian Jianmu had no intention of taking a second bite.

"You two haven't eaten yet?" asked Mikazuki.

"Ah, actually I did." Qianjianmu defended.

They have tried hard these two days, but the things made by the leader killed Kitsunesuke and himself, and the things made by Chigenmaku killed the leader. As a result, only Senjianmu, whose taste tolerance far exceeded that of ordinary people, won in the end, and then they all gave up cooking at the same time.

"But if I don't eat..." Mikazuki looked worried.

Qian Jianmu understood what he meant in an instant and smiled confidently.

So when Kitsunesuke discovered the fire and ran to the kitchen, what he saw was the two-man one-edged swordsman who was warming himself by the fire and drinking sugar water from a cup.

"Haha, it's nice to drink something sweet occasionally." Mikazuki looked calm, and he didn't change his expression even though his body was burned and torn.

"Right, as long as there is enough sugar, there is no need to eat at all." Qian Jianmu nodded in agreement.

"Maku-kun's idea is very good." Dazai Osamu, who has been suffering from stomach problems for many years and suffers from pain no matter what he eats, also thinks that glucose is a very friendly thing.

Kitsunesuke let out a sharp explosion.

“Shinsen--!!! Don’t mislead people! Glucose water cannot be eaten as a meal!! I’ve already found a knife that can be used for cooking. Just hold on a little longer!! Why is the kitchen on fire?! Put out the fire, put out the fire, put out the fire!!!”

Kitsunesuke jumped up and down trying to put out the fire, and the two of them chatted and laughed with the background sound of the little fox's collapse and screams.

"Do you still want to eat?" asked Qian Jianmu.

"Food and sleep are both ways to replenish spiritual energy, and in order to be more human, we will also maintain the human lifestyle." Mikazuki smiled calmly.

"Compared to Tsukumogami, Baku-kun's lifestyle is even weirder..." Dazai Osamu complained quietly.

"Just being alive is enough." Qian Jianmu looked calm.

"Hahaha, that's right, living is very simple when it is simple." Mikazuki raised his glass.

"A way of living with the beauty of death is worthy of being called Shogun." Dazai Osamu also raised his glass.

The three of them clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

“Aa ...

Sitting in front of the fire, the collapsed Kitsunesuke felt indescribably helpless.

**

The fire was not extinguished after all. It was not the first time it had started. It was just extra spectacular this time, so no one paid much attention to it.

It's also Kitsune's help. It's no big deal.

As night fell, it was almost time to return to the castle tower and wait for the safety of the next day.

After testing in the past few days, other rooms on the second floor have also been found to have a certain degree of preventive effect. But only the bedroom uses a shielding program, which ensures absolute quietness and safety.

Those wandering souls and tsukumogami are under some kind of restriction and need permission to enter the room on the second floor, so they will keep asking for permission. The bedroom completely ignores them, and these wandering souls will not care no matter what happens in the bedroom.

Probably the existence of a 'safe house'.

The reason why the wandering souls could not be harmed before became very clear after the arrival of Mikazuki. The reason was that the wandering souls were the wandering souls of the Tsukumogami. Killing the wandering souls, in a sense, was probably killing the Tsukumogami.

The clones in other worlds are fine, but this is the real body. The wandering souls derived from the main body are more powerful, but once they die, it is real death. Coupled with the bonus of the broken sword, this group of broken swords can be devastated in an instant.

So if you kill the wandering soul of the original body, can you kill all the clones at the same time? When this question was asked, Mikazuki's expression did not change, he just sighed.

"I've thought of this method, but the relationship between the Tsukumogami and its sub-souls is very subtle. If you kill the Tsukumogami's main soul, the other sub-souls will not disappear, but will directly degenerate."

In other words, killing the original soul is equivalent to completely destroying the sword.

"Have you ever thought about why wandering souls are born?" Qian Jianmu asked.

Sanriku thought for a moment and shook his head blankly.

"Things change very slowly. The outbreak of the incident probably occurred after the great victory in the battle against the Time March several years ago, but we guess it may be a little earlier. When the sword men are in the sleeping soul, it is usually a collective action of the entire Honmaru. Even we can't obtain abnormal memories. In the end, we only know that sufficient spiritual power can avoid this situation, and other things..."

"Speaking of which, your relationship with the Shinsengumi is one of ownership and domination."

The leader's voice had a sense of weakness, but even in this state, his words carried a kind of confidence that remained from being in a high position for a long time. Although he spoke lightly, it would not be ignored. There was even a kind of fear and tension that made one's back cold and sweaty.

He can appear in his normal state and looks no different from an ordinary person. But when he entered this state, the blood-stained soul represented by the leader of the huge dark organization began to reveal a little bit. Like a boundless black hole, just looking into it makes one's soul tremble, activating the instinct of fight or flight, and the brain begins to involuntarily imagine ways to kill this person, or guess how he will kill him.

The black demon spoke in a soothing tone, but the smell of blood dissipated between his words.

"Humph, I never look down on humans. Being abused, insulted, oh, and broken, and sometimes forced, isn't that what your face exists for? You have power but are not allowed to hurt your master. Wow, you have really been raised to be a group of good dogs. I'll give you a chance. If you bark, I won't continue. How about you learn to bark like a dog?"

“…Although this does happen occasionally.” Mikazuki lowered his eyes.

"So you have all those memories. It seems like nothing's wrong with you, but you've actually died many times, right? Died at the hands of humans? Or died at the hands of enemies? I really don't know whether I should envy you or hate you for that. Don't you feel angry? Although I don't have any expectations for something that's not even human, if this tiny bit of dignity doesn't exist... Ugh, the so-called Fusangshen is not such a good-tempered being, right?"

The chief put his hands in his pockets and spoke as if he was looking at the scenery, but the content was like a sharp blade that made people feel cold.

If it were a normal person, he would probably uncontrollably think "this is too much, how can someone say such a thing?" If he were a bit more irritable, he would probably hit him.

But the person being attacked and interrogated was a Tsukumogami.

Mikazuki smiled, but did not rush to say anything. Instead, he slightly raised his eyes and looked at the Shinsengumi. As the original body, he had never had a Shinsengumi, and the relationship between the original body and the Shinsengumi was actually very subtle. He quietly observed the white-haired man. At this moment, his master was calmly looking at the sunset in the distance. He was not moved at all by what the black-haired man said. He even looked at him, waiting for his explanation and answer.

Haha, this is my personality. But it’s also very good, very good, very good.

"Well, we have additional regulations with the Government of Time. Although we will not harm our masters in most cases, we will resist a little if they are too extreme. Swords fight for their masters all their lives, but it is unavoidable that they will occasionally stab their masters. There are many stories in history where one's own sword becomes the weapon that kills oneself."

The man who looked like the deep moon smiled and gave a somewhat terrifying answer to the Shinsengumi:

"Tsukumogami are not human after all, but they are definitely not emotionless objects. As long as things in the world are normal, there must be distortions. The difference in combat power between Tsukumogami and Shinsengumi is huge. Even if they are restricted, Tsukumogami still have means like 'Kamikaze'. Balancing the relationship between humans and Tsukumogami is a very complicated subject, and it is really difficult to solve and explain clearly."

When Mikazuki was speaking, he looked at Sengenmaku halfway through his words. The leader had no opinion, but just looked at the scenery lazily. They all knew very well who these words were directed to.

The group had already reached the vicinity of the castle tower. Sengenmaku lowered his head and smiled, without making any comment.

“So I feel uncomfortable.”

"Hahaha, but just looking at other people's lives is not enough to move us. Swords are something that are difficult to control easily." Mikazuki said with a smile.

"Hmm..." Qian Jianmu didn't say anything, he thought about it.

"Take care tonight and see you tomorrow."

"Thank you for your concern. Good night, master." Mikazuki smiled.

The group said goodbye at the entrance of the castle tower. The leader entered first and stood inside the door, looking coldly at the scene outside. Chigenmu was reorganizing the information in his mind, looking thoughtful and a little nonchalant.

However, as he was one step into the castle tower and the door was completely closed, a subtle premonition urged Chikanemaku to look up. He raised his eyes and was unexpectedly met Mikazuki's gaze.

It was dusk at this time, and the blood dyed the dark blue man at the door a faint reddish dark purple. The eyes that gradually changed from dawn to the deep sea with a three-day moon fell in the sunset, dyed with a faint turbid blood color. The crescent moon pattern sank into the pool of blood, swaying with an indescribable sticky feeling.

Even though his smile was still clear and peaceful, for some reason it always felt a little strange. The door closed in an instant, and Qian Jianmu did not find the answer.

However, just when I gave up and turned to go upstairs, there was a knock on the door behind me.

"Master, can I enter the castle tower?"

"Don't actively invite the tsukumogami into the castle tower."

Qian Jianmu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

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