Chapter 66 Even Gods Have Powerlessness
Han Zhou whirled around, his golden eyes still gleaming with lingering surprise. His divine power rippled outwards like waves, searching every inch of the Honmaru's space.
"Father...? Mother...?"
No response
Two familiar yet unfamiliar voices, carrying endless tenderness and relief, echoed in her ears once more, traversing thousands of years. The words, like a dream, were as fragile as bubbles.
Everything in the citadel is perfectly normal; the swords are all resting, and apart from the faint chirping of insects, there is nothing unusual.
Is it a hallucination? Is it because he is about to be sealed away, causing his mind to waver, resulting in such a luxurious auditory hallucination?
No, that's not right. The feeling was too real, a resonance from the depths of her soul. She couldn't possibly not recognize her parents. And that fleeting aura just now definitely belonged to the Heavenly Dao.
Hanzhou looked up at the night sky above the citadel, her brows furrowed slightly. Why had the Heavenly Dao descended upon this place? And why had it left behind this fleeting aura that she could have sensed, when it could have remained completely concealed? Why… why had she heard her parents' voices?
Despite the many doubts that lingered in her heart, she felt mostly fortunate. The bitterness that had been deliberately hidden for thousands of years quietly spread, and Han Zhou had not allowed herself to recall that brief period of happiness for a long time.
That period was so dazzling that it made the long, lonely time that followed seem all the colder.
"...Really," Han Zhou's voice carried a hint of helplessness and an almost imperceptible vulnerability, "of all times like this..."
Within the pure white space, the swords had already absorbed the power from the Heavenly Dao. That power was warm and boundless, infusing their bodies with new vitality.
"Smash the evil god statue? That's a huge undertaking," Yagen Toushirou said, arms crossed, a confident smile on his face. "It's truly exhilarating!"
"If this succeeds, it will be quite a shock," Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with his usual smile.
"We will definitely bring our lord out of the seal," Hasebe said firmly, his grey-purple eyes burning with an unwavering conviction.
Mikazuki slowly rose, his beautiful crescent-shaped eyes reflecting the image frozen on the screen before him—a happy scene of little Hanzuru laughing and playing in his parents' arms. He picked up the still-warm tea from the table, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Haha, thank you for your hospitality. Not only have you witnessed such a precious scene of our lord's childhood, but you have also given us the power to change the current situation." Mikazuki turned to look at the empty space and gave an elegant bow.
"On behalf of all the swords of this citadel, I express my gratitude."
The moment the words fell, all the swords followed Mikazuki in a salute, expressing their gratitude to the Heavenly Path that had helped them. That ancient, melodious voice echoed once more in the swords' ears.
No need for thanks, this is all for the sake of this world. Han Zhou... I entrust him to you.
As the sound faded, the pure white space slowly dissipated like mist. The consciousness of the swords gradually returned to their bodies. The power they had just gained had already taken root within them.
The swords awoke one by one from that fantastical dream, seeing the determination and understanding in each other's eyes. They remained silent, adapting to the new power within them and planning their next move.
Han Zhou wasn't particularly moved by the impending sealing of his power; in fact, he was quite calm. But this composure crumbled the moment he heard his parents' voices.
The catastrophe caused by humans led to their deaths, and the young fox was powerless to avert this tragedy. The little fox, who hadn't even fully mastered the power of the source, could only watch helplessly as they vanished into the world.
Perhaps hearing a sound he hadn't heard in a long time, Hanshu sat by the window of the castle tower, watching the night view of the citadel without sleeping all night, until—
Today, Hasebe, the attendant, knocked on the door.
"My lord, are you awake?"
When Hasebe was allowed to enter, he saw the neatly folded bedding, clearly unused. Naturally, Kanshuu had also stayed up all night.
Hasebe, upon hearing this conjecture, couldn't help but feel worried, but before his doubts could be resolved, he was interrupted.
"Hasebe, did you sleep well last night?"
Despite being startled, Hasebe remained outwardly calm and composed, revealing no flaw in his demeanor.
"I slept very well, but I hope my lord can also get some rest."
Instead of staying up all night like this
Understanding Hasebe's unspoken meaning, Hanshu didn't reply. His gaze remained fixed on the distant Manyo Sakura trees, his pale golden eyes reflecting the scenery of the citadel. In the unusually quiet atmosphere, Hanshu finally spoke.
"Is that so... After breakfast, please call everyone to the main room. I have some things I'd like to clarify."
Seeing that Han Zhou showed no intention of leaving the room, Hasebe asked if breakfast should be brought up, but the answer was naturally no. In truth, as a god, Han Zhou wouldn't have any problems even if he didn't sleep or eat.
After Hasebe left, Hanshu disappeared from the spot, reappearing beneath the Manjusaka tree. The delicate pink blossoms swayed in the breeze, their faint fragrance filling the air. Hanshu lightly leaped and landed on a branch.
Enveloped in pink flowers, she could still see the situation in the citadel. Hanzhou sat down, her legs dangling in the air, occasionally swinging them with a touch of childish innocence. She took out the jade flute from her spatial storage and placed it to her lips.
The melodious sound of a flute drifted on the breeze, its clear, melodious notes flowing like a gentle stream through the heart. Pale pink petals fluttered down with the music, swirling around the cold boat like a special snowfall.
The song ended, but the lingering melody and the emotions within it remained. A barely perceptible laugh came from his subordinates; Han Zhou had already sensed the arrival of the newcomer.
"In the lord's flute music, there is longing."
Hanzhou lowered his gaze, and Mikazuki seemed to have been drawn over by the flute music. He wore a deep blue hunting robe tinged with cherry blossom pink, and his crescent-shaped eyes, filled with a smile, met those pale golden eyes that held a serene yet divine quality.
Sometimes, such emotions would also be revealed in Mikazuki's eyes. Perhaps it was due to the influence of Kanshu that this most beautiful blade in the world possessed such a high degree of divinity.
Hanzhou didn't respond to Mikazuki's words, but instead looked at the Manyo Sakura tree. It was rooted in the citadel, absorbing her power. If she were ever unable to provide power to the citadel, the Manyo Sakura would release its stored power to maintain the citadel.
Until the day it withers. The reason why the Manjusakura has been so popular for so long is because it has an extremely abundant power. Once the power is lost, the flower will never bloom again.
Even now, as a god, there are still things I am powerless to do.
Mikazuki heard Kanshu say this
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Author's Note: It's my birthday today, so the update is a little late! [hugs][hugs]
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