Chapter 21 Gods Walking Among the Earth
Yagen glanced at Fudou Yukimitsu sitting in the corridor, and after confirming that the other party wouldn't make any unnecessary moves, he began grooming the little tiger nestled in his arms.
"Yagen, you also served under Lord Nobunaga, right? What do you think of him...?"
Upon hearing this question, Yagen looked up at Fudo Yukimitsu, who was also staring at him.
"Ordinary people"
"What?"
Fudo Yukimitsu considered many answers, but this was the one he had never thought of. In his heart, Lord Nobunaga was exceptionally talented, yet he missed the opportunity to rule the land because of a treacherous retainer.
He felt sorry for this and also wanted to save Oda Nobunaga, who died in the Honnoji Incident.
"Now you know, our current lord is not human. She has even used swords from the Heian period, like Mikazuki and Tsurumaru."
"My lord, she has lived for at least a thousand years. Before you even reached Oda Nobunaga's side, I was given to him by the general."
Fudou Yukimitsu was stunned. "Won't you be sad?"
Regarding the matter of being sent out
Yagen smiled; he didn't find anything to be sad about.
"She possessed each sword for a hundred years, and when the time came, she would entrust it to someone else. The general cherished every sword she used."
Daily maintenance of the swords has been performed without interruption for over a century.
Yagen still remembers the scene when Kanshu entrusted himself to the young Oda Nobunaga.
The reluctance in her eyes, and... the anticipation for the future.
In the long river of history, everyone is merely a grain of sand. No matter how great one's achievements, after death, one is nothing more than a handful of dust.
He looked at the little tiger in his arms, yawned, and mischievously poked the little guy's pink tongue.
"I don't know what you're confused about, but to say such things to someone you don't even know is something you should apologize for."
Regarding Yagen, Fudo Yukimitsu couldn't deny that he had acted impulsively at the time, venting his dissatisfaction with the previous Saniwa on Kanshu.
The sound of footsteps rang out. Yagen looked at Hasebe, who was rushing over, and tilted his head in confusion.
"Yagen, the lord has returned!"
Upon learning this news, Yagen, accompanied by Fudo Yukimitsu, immediately followed behind Hasebe.
For some reason, even though she had only been back for a day, when she returned to the citadel, she felt... at ease.
I've never had these feelings before. Is it because I don't have a fixed place to live?
Come to think of it, I've never had such a strong emotional reaction before, even when I was misunderstood.
Why?
Seeing the orange-haired man with tears in his eyes rushing towards her, and after embracing her, tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes like a burst dam.
Ran Toushirou's voice trembled, "My lord, I thought..."
You're not coming back, are you?
"This is my Honmaru."
In other words, if I don't go back to the citadel, where should I go?
She gently stroked her disheveled back, watching as more and more swords and blades approached. Including… Fudo Yukimitsu.
When they met eyes, Han Zhou noticed that the former fallen spirit, whose body was covered in sharp spikes, seemed to feel... guilty.
Fudou Yukimitsu took a deep breath and bowed deeply to her.
"I'm so sorry! I said some really hurtful things before!!"
quiet……
That's surprising; it seems someone told him something. However, she hasn't forgotten that Fudo Yukimitsu doesn't want to stay in the citadel.
"I accept your apology. You may leave the citadel, but if you attempt to alter history, your sword will shatter."
Han Zhou certainly wouldn't randomly drop a time bomb and return to history; there would definitely be corresponding measures.
Fudou Yukimitsu hesitated for a long time, as if he desperately wanted to know something.
"Before that, I want to ask you... why protect history? With your power, wouldn't it be easy to change all of this?"
Hanzhou looked at the surrounding spirits; their eyes held both joy at her return and worry for her. Perhaps… she had unknowingly come to regard the citadel as her "home."
"I do possess the power to change history. For them, it's not that I don't want to save them... it's that I can't."
As Han Zhou finished speaking, his light golden eyes transformed into inhuman vertical pupils. His human ears vanished, and a pair of snow-white fox ears appeared atop his black hair.
The blue teardrop earrings stand out prominently against the pink earlobes.
Nine large, pure white tails appeared behind it, and its usual aloof demeanor transformed into one of majesty and solemnity; its calm eyes exuded divinity.
The spirits also sensed the immense power that was no longer concealed; it wasn't spiritual power, but... divine power.
Just as spiritual power originates from a pure soul, divine power comes from the divine. A single drop of divine power requires the condensation of millions of spiritual powers to barely equal it. This is an insurmountable chasm between different ranks.
As Han Zhou's tsukumogami, they are destined to be stronger than ordinary tsukumogami. Therefore, the array suppressing spiritual power in the auction hall is useless against them.
Because what enabled them to manifest was divine power.
Their master is a god, a god of a higher rank than a tsukumogami, and it is precisely because of this that they are able to purify the corrupted tsukumogami.
The exposed eye of the candlestick cutter involuntarily widened.
"I guessed all sorts of possibilities, but I never expected this one."
"No matter what his status is, he is still our lord!" Taiko no Kanade Sadamune laughed, his radiant smile like a jewel sparkling in the sunlight.
The little tiger from Wuhu Retreat had already rushed out when it saw Hanzhou's big tail. It stretched out its little paws to reach the tip of Hanzhou's tail.
"Well... I feel like my lord and Kogitsunemaru will have something to talk about, hahaha," Mikazuki said with a smile, recalling the Sanjo faction's katana.
"Being by the lord's side is truly a constant source of frights."
Han Zhou looked at the completely stunned Fudo Xingguang, his tone calm and even.
"Divine power can cure any disease, bring the dead back to life, and I can even turn back time."
"But we can't interfere too much with the development of the world, right?" Higekiri smiled as he picked up where Kanshu left off.
"That's why, after possessing us for a hundred years, they entrusted us to the Genji. Because humans live to be at most a hundred years old," added the tsukumogami with light green hair.
Once you know one of these points, the whole thing will become clear.
Human lifespan is short and fragile, yet it is also vibrant enough. People live their lives to the fullest, and that is enough.
"Therefore, I will protect history. Fudo Yukimitsu, your protection of Oda Nobunaga is, in the end, denying his life and his decisions."
Even so, the thought of parting still brings sadness. Knowing their lives are fleeting, why did we even meet them, thus creating the "cause" of separation?
Fudou Yukimitsu was also a tsukumogami, and he didn't understand why Kanshu could face parting so calmly.
Han Zhou seemed to sense his confusion.
"Because the encounter itself has unique value and meaning, even if it ultimately leads to separation, the emotions gained will not dissipate."
"It is precisely because of parting that we realize the preciousness of meeting."
Fudou Yukimitsu stared at her, his pale gold vertical pupils revealing no emotion. But he was now manifesting through her power, connected by the thread that bound them together.
He could feel... that intense longing and the sorrow hidden within it.
So he made a decision.
The other spirits watched as the short sword with long purple hair landed lightly in front of Hanshu. Ran Toushirou, standing beside her, immediately reached for the short sword at his waist.
Ignoring the pebbles in the courtyard, Fudo Gyomitsu knelt down without hesitation and bowed his head.
"Please allow me to become the spirit of your sword."
He was gently lifted up by a warm force; that clear, cool voice, like a mountain spring, seemed to possess the magic to soothe his restlessness.
"You already are."
At the moment you appeared because of me
Fudou Yukimitsu understood Hanshu's unfinished words, paused for a moment, and then smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Aruji!"
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