Chapter 64: The Crane without a Fixed Place to Live
Ryouren carried the box to the temple room, and immediately saw a young man wearing a snow-white yukata with dark silver cloud patterns standing in front of the temple, chattering lazily while looking at Kitsunesuke.
"Wow, how could this happen! Master Shinsengumi, I didn't mean it!"
Although I didn't see Qian Jianmu's expression clearly, I always felt that the young man was distracted at the moment and didn't listen to the little fox's chattering at all.
But even though he didn't hear it clearly, Liang Ren almost knew what it was.
It happened a few days ago, or rather, in the past two days. Although the three Blades and one Fox present had no prejudice against the Blades, they all agreed that it would be better to cultivate a few more reliable companions first.
Yes, in other words, some blades were left behind by them without any prejudice.
There's really no bias, it's mainly just, um, not very suitable. It’s better to wait a little longer.
But when Kitsunesuke was fighting with swords at the beginning, he was not completely focused on looking for the fragments of the sword. He would pick up any that looked familiar and put them on the shore for sorting. Later, as there were more blade holders, they began to plan their next target. The pile of blades was kept on the shore, and anyone who saw a similar one would put it over there and put it together.
As a result, after they had completed the two moves in their hands, they were horrified to find that Tsurumaru Kuninaga had also completed one move without them noticing.
They don't have any prejudice, but this is Tsurumaru Kuninaga!
Tsurumaru Kuninaga, also a swordsman from the Heian period, is only slightly younger than Mikazuki Munechika and is also an old swordsman. But compared to Mikazuki Munechika, his growth direction was very strange and his life was quite bumpy.
It has been buried with the dead, robbed in tombs, passed on as a trophy, and enshrined in shrines. It has gone through many cycles. It is clearly a very famous special sword, but for some reason it has no famous owner, and it has not even been used in the battlefield for a long time and there has been no news of it.
It was used as a burial object for decades in the early days. After the Edo period, it became a trophy but was not used. It was stored in a warehouse for many years and never saw the light of day. Its relationship with its owner was "ownership" rather than "use". When the current owner was defeated, it would linger somewhere else. After traveling around everywhere, he was finally lost in history without anyone noticing. Perhaps someone cherished him and buried him with his family, or a tomb robber discovered his value and stole him, or he accompanied a wild warrior who didn't know the value of it, and was occasionally sold on the black market. A hundred years later, for unknown reasons, it was finally transferred to a shrine for worship, and only by coincidence was it brought to light again.
There is always no trace of his existence in history, but it is probably just that he was homeless.
The history of many swords has large areas of blur and blanks, and many swords have been burned in fires and lost, but that is quite different from the blanks in Tsurumaru Kunihata. His personal experience must have been unforgettable, but even if you ask him personally, he would not mention that past. The fact that he has miraculously survived all these long years may be due to his good luck, but sometimes one would also sigh and wonder if it is because of his excessive glory that he has brought upon himself all kinds of misfortunes.
Good fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Today, he himself can't say anything. So many blades have been damaged and lost, and it is an extremely lucky miracle that he can survive until today. So all we can do is smile and keep everything as before, putting aside the chaotic past.
After being recruited by the government of the time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga joined the Honmaru. Like other Heian swordsmen, thousands of years have enabled him to adapt to new knowledge and new situations very quickly, and he is calm and reasonable. But unlike other old swords like Mikazuki, which are easy-going and elegant in the Heian period, Tsurumaru Kuninaga shows...not so elegant elements in a way that is beyond what ordinary people can expect.
Away from the plain and silent mausoleums and shrines, perhaps due to a rebound or the influence of the past, he showed a very strong unstable nature. I don't like a life as quiet as stagnant water nor do I like everything that follows the rules. I like storms, shocks and noise. He often uses his eccentric personality to arouse the emotions of the Shinsengumi and other swordsmen, and takes the chaotic daily life as fun. It seems that once he becomes a "human", he will not be happy unless he stirs up trouble. He seems a little crazy, but not surprisingly, he never crosses anyone's bottom line. In his various eccentric behaviors, he hides a stability and patience that ordinary people cannot understand.
He is always dressed in pure white, from head to toe, seemingly otherworldly, but his nature is subtle and quite bloodthirsty. It seemed that he also regarded being splashed with blood as fun, and even had the idea of "being dyed red to become a crane". The data on the Honmaru rebellion compiled by the government of the time shows that in the swords' counterattack against the Shinsengumi, as long as Tsurumaru Kuninaga was still alive in the Honmaru, his shadow would be more or less seen among the members who killed their lord. Even if there were no other swords in the Honmaru that were severely damaged and wanted to take revenge actively, it would usually be Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was not seriously damaged who took action.
But what is strange is that if the sword takes the initiative to attack innocent Shinsengumi, Tsurumaru Kuninaga will basically not intervene, but he will not stop it either, he will just watch.
Completely opposite to Yakiri Hasebe, Yakiri Hasebe seldom fights back against the Shinsengumi and usually uses his sword to release the energy on his own. As for anything that is disadvantageous to the Shinsengumi, as long as he doesn't have his sword to release the energy, he will be there every time (?).
In short, with Tsurumaru Kuninaga's character of wanting the world to be in chaos, Sanrenga never thought of letting him repair it first. At least he should wait until there are more people in Honmaru who can make him laugh. Tsurumaru Kuninaga is very reliable when he is reliable, but he is really unreliable when he is unreliable. No one knows when he will feel that it is time to be reliable, not even Mikazuki can be sure.
Looking at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who had already found all the fragments, Sanrenga was silent for a long time. It would not be good to throw them back, what else could he do? Since he was here, he might as well repair them.
So today, when he learned that the Shinsengumi was coming to repair the sword, Kitsunesuke began to squat beside the Shinsengumi to give him a shot of prevention, telling him to be mentally prepared and that nothing would be surprising, as these were all unintentional accidents and there was absolutely no intentional element.
Reiterate! There is really no discrimination between swords, this is an objective consideration without any bias (emphasis)!
No prejudice! Really not!
After listening for a long time, Qian Jianmu didn't quite understand. He was still in a daze, thinking that the relationship between these blades was quite good. Generally, bad friends cannot reach this level. We can only say that they are all family blades, and they are all family blades if they love each other.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Qian Jianmu turned around after waiting for a while, and without stopping, he put the two boxes on the ground.
Although this box was not very heavy for Tsukumogami and Fukuzawa Yukichi, neither Tsukumogami nor Fukuzawa Yukichi were normal beings. The box made a heavy sound when it fell to the ground, indicating that there were a lot of things in it. Qianjianmu stroked the fox perfunctorily and bent down to open the box.
"Have the guests gone?"
"I've already gone back. Hahaha, it really scared me." Mikazuki said with a smile.
Then the passage between Daojian and Yokohama should also be opened, otherwise he might have to use a bug to go out and get the express himself. Chijianmu was relieved and opened the box.
The boxes had obviously been carefully organized. The first box contained a large amount of canned food, vegetables and fruits, which filled the entire box. There were also some candies and snacks in the corner. After confirming that it was food, Chigenmaku didn't look at it carefully and handed it to Yasaki Hasebe.
"Make me a separate meal every day from these ingredients, and share mine with yours."
The swordsmen who had seen the leader in the castle tower had no objections and took it over quietly.
The swords knew much more about the leader's physique than Qian Jianmu himself. Logically, they should not interfere with each other, but for some reason, the swords were all afraid of the leader.
The contents of the second box were much more complicated, with several packets of mild daily medicines and fever-reducing patches, several stacks of manuscript paper and pen ink, and a mobile phone and more than a dozen replaceable batteries on the lower layer. There was also a black Polaroid camera and several large boxes of photo paper in the corner, and it was obvious that the person who prepared it had thought it through very carefully.
Sengenmaku adjusted the Polaroid camera and took a picture of Mikazuki Munechika. The flash made him close his eyes slightly, and the photo showed the young man with a gentle smile, who looked a little surprised but still calm and composed.
"This is……?"
"Camera, take it and play with it."
He doesn't really need it, because there is a camera in his brain. If he is given a piece of paper and a pen and spends some time, he can draw it. I might as well hand it over to the swordsmen and let them play with it when they have nothing to do.
The technological life of these old hands is too fragmented. Half of it is intervention from future high technology, which they basically don't need to operate. The other half is purely retro, a paradise far away from electrical light pollution. If necessary, Qian Jianmu even wanted to give each of them a mobile phone. At least the phone had Tetris, which was quite fun.
It was getting late, and after putting away his sword, Qian Jianmu walked back to the stage. There are three knives on it, with different lengths, arranged in order from large to small.
The dagger is really short, probably only the length of an arm, and it is said that there are even shorter ones. The size and mental age of most of the tsukumogami on the sword book vary according to the length of their swords. The two swords currently in the Honmaru, Mikazuki and Kogumimaru, are 180cm and 188cm tall respectively, and Yasukiri Hasebe is 178cm tall. He vaguely remembered that the daggers seemed to be... little boys?
Finally, he is no longer the height of Honmaru. Every time he stands with the swordsmen, he is still a head shorter than them even though he is an adult, which gives people a weird feeling.
Practice makes perfect. Chi was in a daze while repairing the sword, and managed to finish it before evening. As a result, when he turned around, he saw Mikazuki secretly taking a selfie with Kogumamaru. Yakiri Hasebe tried to dissuade them but failed and joined in with tears. Kitsunesuke was jumping around with a guilty look on his face.
“…”
There is a subtle feeling that while I am working hard on writing on the blackboard in class, the students are having a happy dinner together behind me.
"Sorry my Lord! We took a picture!"
Feeling a little awkward, Yakiri Hasebe took out a photo from his arms. Senjianmaku took a glance and found that it was his own back.
“…”
If you had just taken a selfie, he wouldn't have such complicated feelings!
Why hide it secretly! Your behavior is really weird!
And why did he look so reluctant, like a child whose toy was about to be taken away? Did he miss some plot? Could it be that this vibrating sword is not only reliable, but also a little bit weird?
——Chigenmaku, who was unaware of the characteristics of the main control of Hasebe, fell into deep thought.
"Keep it for yourself..."
After a moment of silence, Qianjianmu turned around and picked up a knife. He didn't think much about it when he picked it up, but when he picked it up, he found that it was Zhenhemaru Kuninaga.
It’s this vibration…then come first.
Spiritual power was input, the contract was concluded, the blade flashed white light, and the cherry blossoms suddenly fell——
"Hey, I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Wow, a Shinsengumi like you suddenly showed up and really gave me a fright! What a great shock!"
...The starting words were changed so smoothly! ! !
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