Chapter 93 Go to battle!

Chapter 93 Go to battle!

"Time" took root in Honmaru very... smoothly.

Smoothly better than any Dazai Osamu.

Although Dazai Osamu said he wanted to use him for experiments, for some reason he didn't want to touch him at all. It was as if his original intention was to let "time" learn to wash, dress itself, and not bother others.

Calculating the time, Dazai Osamu has stayed in this world for almost three months, and the main world needs about three days. In order to ensure the stable operation of the main world, he reluctantly went back to continue working.

Before leaving, he repeatedly stressed that we should not do anything to "time" and just let it find a corner to rot quietly...

...So, what is this for?

Exactly the day after Dazai Osamu left, the program that had been running for two months finally ended. Sengenmaku looked through the results of this analysis and confirmed that he could leave Honmaru.

It was OK for him to leave Honmaru before because all the swords had been awakened. But it is unknown what will happen to Honmaru if it loses its spiritual power supply, and he does not want to make any judgment on his own.

In addition, this world data contains some time laws, and he knows some extraordinary things...

When I was looking through the materials in the morning, I saw the swordsmen outside the window starting to go about their normal routines. The swords were very strong, even though they were covered with irreparable cracks like pieces of pieced-together porcelain, the sadness of a broken mirror that could not be mended did not bother them in the slightest.

The five tigers looked around, ran over and shyly greeted, left a flower at the window, turned around and ran away.

'It might be nice to live here.' Thinking this, Chigenmaku gained a deeper understanding of Touken's personality.

They become like this in order to keep their master and make the master happy, it is not their nature. Shinsengumi cannot go out into the real world, and are trapped in Honmaru and on the battlefield for decades. Because of this, the swords subconsciously or deliberately want to give their masters a more comfortable life.

His mind suddenly became clear, Qianjianmu turned sideways, and his eyes caught sight of "time".

The young man with long black hair sat quietly under the tree. He had a gentle expression and pure eyes. If he was not disturbed, he could remain motionless. When he was given instructions, the setting given to him was to [maintain the behavior pattern of a normal person]. The normal person here was a concept he gave, but no matter how much he simulated normality, it was not normal.

Noticing his gaze, the young man raised his head and looked in his direction.

Normal people will look back when being looked at.

Qian Jianmu shook his head, and the young man realized that nothing was wrong, and he lowered his eyes quietly again.

Although he can move normally, he cannot speak.

The swords accepted him well, probably because his temperament was very pure and closer to an object than a human. So despite the danger, the swords were trying hard to get closer to him.

So in the afternoon, "time" was pulled in front of Qianjianmu. He was like a human-shaped doll, without any emotion, just looking at him quietly. Kashuu Kiyomitsu, who loves to dress up in Honmaru, gestured happily:

"Master, look!"

Looking more closely, I discovered that "Time"'s long hair was tied into a high ponytail, hanging behind her head in an exquisite and cool manner, making her bone structure look clear and neat.

The young man just quietly allowed himself to be displayed.

It was the first time that Sengenmu had so carefully and directly stripped off Dazai Osamu's aura buff and seen his face. When this man was quiet and calm, his appearance was as exquisite as a sword. She was wearing a casual yukata sponsored by Tsurumaru Kuninaga and a blue haori sponsored by Yamatomori Yasusada. The overall color scheme was refreshing blue and white, as clean as a handful of snow.

...Is this guy really Dazai Osamu?

Looking at California Qingguang's earnest gaze, Qianjianmu silently gave a thumbs up.

So "time" was taken away again and no one knew where it went.

When he went out in the evening, he saw a group of tantos surrounding him. Kogunimaru was supervising Rantoshiro to braid his hair, using his favorite comb. California Kiyomitsu moved out his stock of nail polish and found a blue and white one to paint his nails. Since coming to the present world, California Qingguang's nail art skills have improved by leaps and bounds. He even got a rechargeable nail lamp and lowered his head to do the blending seriously.

When I walked to the back, I found that Rantoshiro had actually braided her hair into a princess's style with a few small flowers in it. The supplier of the small flowers, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, was sitting on a tree not far away, grinning with his eyes half closed. Feeling a little guilty, Yamaubakiri Kunihiro stared at them cautiously, repeatedly warning them not to make others feel uncomfortable and to restore things to their original state after playing.

"Time" lowered his eyes and let others do what they wanted, as if he didn't care about him at all.

...Is this guy really Dazai Osamu?

Looking at "Time" who had been dressed up to look more beautiful, Qianjianmu was silent for a longer time, and then gave a firm thumbs up to the swordsmen who were watching eagerly.

So a group of people cheered.

Going around the area where they were playing, not far away was the place where the old blade group was drinking tea. Mikazuki Munechika escaped today's inner show, and Suzumaru Tsuneji, who was also an old blade, was spinning his long Buddhist beads. A pot of hot tea was placed on the table. No one spoke, and they just sat there quietly admiring the flowers.

Seeing him coming, Sanriku smiled and made room for him.

"Master, come and enjoy the spring scenery, too?"

It is already winter outside, but because the Honmaru is actually a spiritual structure, the environment is not the same as outside. At first it was always spring, but after realizing that spiritual power could change the environment, the season changed every once in a while, and now it is spring again.

"Have you come to terms with your memories lately?"

"Master, are you worried?" Mikazuki Munechika smiled: "Everything is fine, just like before."

Since the Time Travel Army was almost gone, everyone had some free time. The old Shinsengumi were of stable character, and rarely did their swords break. Although swords still break in the game Shinsengumi, the swords that level up on their own will not break as they see, but will leave the Honmaru calmly or secretly help other swords.

"Just want to ask, would you like this kind of life?"

There are thousands of short tea cups in the room. When I lower my eyes, I see the light-colored tea exuding a peaceful spring scene.

The thousand-year-old blade remained expressionless. Mikazuki Munechika smiled as he poured tea for Suzumaru beside him and pushed the tea towards Sengenmaku.

"Hahaha, all good, all good."

"How about taking me out with you tomorrow?"

The slightly cold tea slid into his stomach and Qian Jianmu put down the teacup.

"..." As if he had sensed a change, Mikazuki Munechika was silent for a while before saying, "All is well, all is well."

Suzumaru Tsuneji slightly opened his dark purple eyes, and his long hair with a gradient of black and white scattered around him. He quietly glanced at Sengenmaku, then at Mikazuki Munechika, and whispered a Buddhist scripture. He said no more and just watched quietly.

Mikazuki Munechika was a little distracted, his eyes sank into the moonlight and drooped indifferently. Sengenmaku pretended not to notice his distraction, drank a few cups of tea and was about to leave, but suddenly a question came from behind.

"Master, what are we fighting against?"

The voice of Lao Ren, who had always been stable and didn't seem to care about the past or the future, became deeper than ever before. But when he turned around, his expression didn't change at all, as if he was just simply confused.

Seeing him frown, Sanriki Munechika lowered his eyes and requested:

"By all means, please give me an answer."

His original intention was just to test it, but looking at Mikazuki Munechika's expression, he seemed to have sensed something was wrong.

Sengenmaku looked at Suzumaru Tsuneji who was standing aside. Suzumaru Tsuneji lowered his eyes and did not respond to Mikazuki Munechika's words. He whispered as if answering something:

"All phenomena are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, and nirvana is tranquility."*

… Apparently, the old swords of Honmaru have kept a secret together, a secret that is never spoken of, and no blade dares to explore.

When I walked back to the castle tower along the path, I saw from afar that Time's hairstyle was let down. Because of the braiding, the curls seem to be more severe and look fuzzy at first glance.

Time cannot read clocks, speak or write. His program stated that he should go back and rest when it got dark, but he couldn't judge when it would be dark, so Qian Jianmu would go out for a walk every night and bring people back. Seeing him appear in sight, "Time" realized that it was time to go back. Ignoring Rantoshiro who was picking flower petals from his head, he stood up and followed everyone back to the castle tower.

The dagger behind him cried out in surprise and tried to stop him:

“…Um, it’s not ready yet…”

When I got closer, I found that he stood up with a comb on his head, and a group of swordsmen behind him were quite at a loss. Chigenmaku took off the comb and patted the petals on it, then handed the comb to its owner, Kokitsunemaru.

Xiao Hu Wan smiled and didn't mind it too much. Instead, he asked in a somewhat strange way:

"What's his name? I thought of calling him Dazai-san, but..."

Although "Time" has been here for several days, it does not have a name. Dazai Osamu is very resistant to being called Dazai, and even warns the swords not to call him Dazai. Lately, the swords have been interacting with him using pronouns like 'that' or 'brother', which is very inconvenient.

...give it a name?

Chigenmaku did not answer, but made a few excuses and led the man back to the castle tower. "Time" is so quiet that it has no sense of existence. I wash up quietly, then spread the quilt on the outer layer of the bedroom, and lie down in a very standard resting posture through the paper door. Even when he lay down he wasn't sleeping, he just did it for no reason.

The doll-like youth 'slept' in the dark, waiting for the next task. Because he had no thoughts, he could remain motionless for days on end. It should have been the same tonight, but just before the sky turned pale white, his dense eyelashes suddenly trembled, his empty eyes suddenly opened, and a faint light flashed in his unfocused pupils.

The light was fleeting, and soon he returned to his task and closed his eyes.

**

The stable period of "Time Dazai Osamu" is getting longer and longer.

Initially it was once a week or two weeks, but due to the expansion of the polluted area, now it can be done once a week instead of once a week.

Fedor woke up again, but this time he was not in a prison, but the dungeon he had been in in Russia more than a decade ago, with earthen walls, ashes, and a desolate smell of smoke. This scene often appeared in his dreams, but at least for Fyodor, it was not an embarrassing or painful memory.

He wasn't even physically restrained, but allowed to move around freely here.

...Is that guy in a good mood?

Fyodor heard the rustling sound, stood up, looked at the cell door which was locked very strictly for a while, sighed, and worked hard to pick the lock.

Outside the door was the round table where he would hold meetings in the tower when he collaborated with Bai Qilin in the future. The expensive tray that was supposed to hold apples was nowhere to be seen, but there were a few candies scattered around. The young man in the white suit had his back to him, humming some weird songs.

“…I thought you wouldn’t be so free.”

As he said this, he sat opposite him as usual. The young man with his hair pinned up in a tresses glanced at him lazily, peeled off a piece of chocolate with his fingers, and put it into his mouth in a few seconds.

"If you play it again, you'll go crazy."

He chuckled strangely a few times, chewed the candy hastily, and then he didn't know what he remembered. The young man's eyes lit up, and he knocked on the table with his knuckles very rudely. His face showed excitement, and he bit his lips. The obvious emotion made Fyodor a little frightened.

"Hey, you're bored too, right? How about letting the Joker keep you company?"

“…Please do as you please.”

Fyodor believed that Dazai knew that their casual friendship could not continue after his disappearance for several years, and Dazai's sudden mention of Gogol was clearly a provocation. However, he was not provoked at all, and he even thought it was outrageous that Gogol was not arrested. Even if Gogol's hatred for Dazai Osamu was not as severe as his, Dazai Osamu was still a little too targeted towards him.

There is no one in this world that Fyodor truly cares about, which is one of the reasons why it is difficult for Dazai Osamu to break down his psychological defenses.

"I hate your answer."

The excited look disappeared like an illusion, and the young man in the white suit muttered to himself expressionlessly. He let the space around him be chopped and reassembled, and in a flash he didn't know where Fyodor was tossed to, until Ango Sakaguchi's pale face appeared in the space in front of him.

Wow, I was terrified.

Dazai Osamu excitedly opened another candy.

The young man in a suit lowered his head, his fingers clenched on the stones on the ground, allowing the rough surface to cut his palms. He said nothing, and his body was even shaking slightly due to extreme fear.

——He just used the theory of depravity.

Time canceled out time, and he seemed to realize again that what he was seeing was not happening for the first time. He was trapped on the first day of arriving in Aomori, and everyone was trapped on that day.

The scariest part is that unless he uses the Fall again, he won't even be able to detect what's happening.

However, once he uses it, it means the next restart.

How many times have you restarted? Reason told him that he should analyze the current situation, but he also clearly understood that there was nothing he could do.

Such panic swept over the young man that he couldn't even think coherently. An inexplicable feeling of being manipulated pulled at his body, and fine lines appeared on his heart, ready to collapse completely in the next moment.

The protagonist of the repeatedly played video realizes that behind this ordinary day are countless restarts and continuations.

——He finally tasted one thousandth of Dazai Osamu’s pain.

Calm down, calm down. Cold sweat dripped onto the ground. Sakaguchi Ango was almost drowned in despair. He didn't know what to do, so...

again--

Leave clues this time!

“Degenerate…!”

At this moment, time began to rewind. The timeline is dragged back to the beginning. The young man got off the SUV, faced the busy soldiers, frowned helplessly, and sighed.

In the empty room, the bored young man who wanted to die sighed quietly.

"You're not good. I'm doing this for your own good. I wrote all your reports. The Special Ability Unit hasn't found anything yet. You're a bunch of idiots."

As if watching a movie, Dazai Osamu watched intently as Sakaguchi Ango suppressed his temper and communicated with his colleagues. He folded the candy wrapper with relish, hooked up the tip of his tongue and rolled it into his mouth, his throat rolling up and down, and licked the corners of his lips as he swallowed.

But in the next moment he suddenly laughed for no reason.

"What? I'm such a kind guy! Hahahaha!"

**

The Shinsengumi have to go out to patrol historical nodes and clean up the time-traveling army. This is a big deal. After the notice was given, the swordsmen were eager to try. However, in the end, a team of veteran swordsmen was formed, with Mikazuki Munechika as the captain, including Kogarasumaru, Suzumaru Tsunetsugu, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Ichiki Ichifumi, and Uguisumaru.

The average age of this team of swordsmen is quite remarkable...

Have breakfast before leaving, and choose the time point to be Edo when the danger level is lower. "Time", not caring at all about what was happening outside, mechanically drank a few sips of water and stood up to go about his routine sunbathing.

Looking at the back of "Time", Qianjianmu stood up and picked out the unawakened sword carriers that the swordsmen had picked up when they went out into battle a few days ago, and tied them to the corners of his body. Then, with the help of Mikazuki Munechika, he walked to the entrance of Honmaru.

The six blades have all arrived, and Tsurumaru Kuniyoshi is waving from afar.

"Master, please be careful. Although this is a patrol point with a lower risk level, accidents are still possible."

Captain Mikazuki Munechika explained softly:

"The entire patrol will only take two hours, but just in case, we have prepared food, clothing and water."

Of course, Shinsengumi can go into battle with swords, but most Shinsengumi do not have any offensive power other than their spiritual power, and are more likely to be in a command position far away from the battlefield. However, given the style of their Shinsengumi, Mikazuki didn't think that his master would stay away from the battlefield.

After a few words of explanation, the teleportation compass selected the anchor point. The sensation of teleportation lasted only a subtle moment, and there was a strange feeling as if something was repeatedly sweeping across the body. Then his eyes lit up, his consciousness passed through a golden halo, and when he stood firm, he was already on the battlefield.

The ancient battlefield, no, in this era, this is the battlefield. It seemed that it had rained here not long ago, and the barren ground was very muddy. There is still a lingering golden halo in the sky, which is a concrete manifestation of time travel, and only those with psychic powers can see it clearly.

The wind blew across the wild, growing wasteland, and in the distance were burning wooden towns. The battle seemed to have just stopped, and there were still broken pieces of corpses on the ground. Swords and knives were stuck in the ground in all directions, mixed with the blood-red sunset, and cast dark shadows that solidified into reality.

Old, desolate, closed, the wind of the old times blows towards us.

No matter what battlefield it is, it is always a bloody scene.

The swords surrounded him in the center. These swords that were always smiling in Honmaru now had expressionless faces and entered battle preparation mode. It is clearly a human body, but it has a sharp metallic quality.

"Please give the order, Master."

"go ahead."

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