The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

The streets of Tokyo.

On a leisurely afternoon, students after school were walking on the street in groups of three or four.

In an inconspicuous alley, a fortune-telling stall was quietly set up. The stall owner was wearing a black hood and his face was covered by a white mask.

Some students who noticed the stall stopped, but seeing the stall owner looking so strange, they chose not to go up and talk to him.

As the sun gradually set, this deserted fortune-telling stall welcomed its first customer.

"What is this divination about?"

Hearing the inquiry, the bored and sleepy stall owner perked up, but when she saw that it was just a little girl, her excitement subsided.

Too young. A child this age can't even take care of himself, right? There's no way he can be a Shinsengumi.

But there seem to be some swords among those sword tsukumogami that are particularly good at taking care of people, so in that case, recruiting children should be possible.

As long as you have spiritual power, gender and age don't matter.

The stall owner thought about it for a moment, then smiled sincerely: "Would you like to try fortune-telling?"

"Okay." Qinghe sat down on the chair opposite her.

"Please put your hand on the crystal ball so that I can see your future clearly." The stall owner took out a crystal ball.

Qinghe put his hand on it, and the crystal ball emitted a soft, white light.

The stall owner's eyes gradually became filled with surprise. It seemed that this child had very strong spiritual power.

She suppressed her excitement, lowered her voice, and pretended that she had really seen the future: "Your future will be connected with the gods."

"Wow - that's amazing." Qinghe didn't say anything. She wanted to see what else the other party could make up.

The stall owner touched the crystal ball and said in a mysterious voice: "The crystal ball predicts that you will be the one who can awaken the swordsmen and protect history and save the world together with them."

"Oh, I will become such a great person." Haruka continued to agree with her.

No wonder they set up their stall outside the school. Saving the world is an irresistible temptation for students in their second year of junior high school.

Qinghe frowned slightly, looking distressed: "But it sounds so dangerous. I'm just a girl, so forget it."

Seeing that Qinghe seemed uninterested in this set of rhetoric, the stall owner immediately used another one.

"You don't have to fight. The Fusangjin will protect you because they obey you completely. As long as you have spiritual power, you can awaken new swords."

"They can do whatever I ask them to do. You know it very well." Qinghe negotiated with the stall owner.

Although his secret thoughts were exposed, the stall owner quickly calmed himself down.

She touched the crystal ball: "Because I saw from the crystal ball that this is a sign of fate."

"And the beginning of destiny begins today."

The stall owner spoke with deep meaning, but his fingers quietly opened the teleportation array leading to the Time Government under the table.

The surrounding scene flickered, and Qinghe was transported to the hall of the Time Government by the stall owner.

A man also wearing a mask came forward and said, "We have been waiting for you for a long time, my destined one."

Oh, there is a next step.

Using divination as a foundation and facts to verify, it is no wonder that so many people could be deceived.

"Me?" Qinghe looked at the masked man.

"Yes, we have been looking forward to your arrival."

The masked man nodded and continued to introduce to Qinghe: "It is now the year 2205 in the Western calendar. There is a group of rebels who call themselves historical revisionists. They have begun to attack past eras in order to change history."

"In order to defeat the rebels, we, the Government of Time, emerged."

"We have been recruiting people to protect the world together, and your presence here proves that you will become one of us."

"Please use your spiritual power to awaken the swordsmen, and command and lead them as a Shinsengumi to protect history!"

After the masked man finished his formulaic explanation, he handed Qinghe a manual that contained some precautions and a general introduction to the sword man.

"We will arrange for Kitsune's helper to assist you with the remaining matters. Please wait."

The masked man returned to his workstation and continued tapping on the screen in the air.

The staff of the Time Government are not worried at all that people who come here will refuse, after all, even if they refuse, they cannot leave.

Qinghe found a chair in the hall and sat down, then flipped through the manual.

The first page after opening is a handsome man with dark blue hair, wearing a dark blue hunting robe.

There is a golden crescent moon in his pupils, and the gradient of pupil color is like the change from midnight to dawn.

Mikazuki Munechika is a tachi made by Sanjo Munechika during the Heian period. It is the most beautiful of the five swords in the world.

As a swordsman, his posture looks as elegant as that of a noble in the Heian period.

Qinghe could tell from the introduction that the government of the time was so insidious that they actually used the beauty trap.

She turned a page, and the second page was much more serious, about the precautions of the Shinsengumi, and the third page was an introduction to daily work.

Haruka was flipping through a manual when a clean but dull-haired Kitsune came over.

"Are you a new Shinsengumi? You should not have been assigned a Honmaru yet, right?" Kitsunesuke held Haruka's calf with his front paws and looked at her expectantly.

Qinghe put down the manual, stretched out his hand and began to stroke the fox: "Yes, I just got here, there is no Honmaru yet."

This fox's helper actually has some of Haruwa's spiritual power. Haruwa seems to know where the amulet she gave to Yamaubakiri Kunihiro went.

Kitsunesuke instantly became excited. He rubbed his head against Haruka's hand and asked tentatively, "Then, Lord Senshin, do you want to take over a ready-made Honmaru?"

It didn't want to miss this opportunity, so it continued to increase the bait: "We already have some highly trained swords in Honmaru, so daily battles will be easy!"

"We still have His Highness Mikazuki in our Honmaru! He is a very rare sword, and now you can directly own it as long as you take over our Honmaru."

Seeing Kitsunesuke being so active, Haruka teased him, "Hey, such an excellent Honmaru, where is your previous owner?"

Kitsunesuke immediately felt guilty, but he still lied for the sake of the swords in Honmaru that were about to collapse.

"The previous Shinsengumi, he... well, he got tired of the life of fighting, so he retired."

"I see. I thought it was killed because it did something bad." Qinghe continued to tease it.

Kitsunesuke's ears drooped, but he still insisted: "That won't happen. Killing the master with a sword is a serious matter. He will turn into a monster and die from the backlash."

"Okay then, I promise you." Qinghe pinched its paw.

"Wow, God Judge, you are so kind."

Before Kitsunesuke had time to be happy for long, a masked man came over with a new Kitsunesuke.

"Shinsen-sama, this is the fox's helper we arranged for you." The masked man introduced the fox behind him.

"No need." Haruka picked up the Kitsunesuke from the ground: "I already have one."

"This..." The masked man hesitated.

Although some second-hand Honmaru's Kitsunesuke would come looking for new owners, the government of the time did not prohibit this, and sometimes even arranged for new Shinsengumi to take over the more normal second-hand Honmaru.

But there must be a reason why the second-hand Honmaru is second-hand.

Or maybe the previous owner had a conflict with the sword and was killed.

Or the master abandoned the sword and went to a new Honmaru.

But no matter what the reason is, the danger factor of the swords in the second-hand Honmaru has greatly increased, and more seriously, there may be a risk of collective destruction.

The Shinsengumi is much more important than the sword. It is not worth sacrificing a Shinsengumi just to get back a second-hand Honmaru.

The masked man sincerely suggested: "Shinsen-sama, with all due respect, it would be easier to build a new Honmaru and awaken a sword that is completely your own."

The Kitsunesuke behind the masked man also expressed his attitude: "Shinsen-sama, I am a new type of Kitsunesuke. I can assist you better than it."

Qinghe and Kitsunesuke in his arms were about to cry. It had finally found an owner who was easier to talk to, but was it going to belong to someone else soon?

"Sorry, I promised it first." Haruka reached out and touched the new type of Kitsunesuke.

The new Kitsunesuke looked at Haruka and sighed regretfully: "I understand. I wish you two a happy time together. I will continue to wait for my master."

Seeing that Qinghe had made up her mind, the masked man had no choice but to register her.

"Kitsunesuke, you should still remember how to assist the Shinsengumi, right? Then I won't say much." The masked man hung the new communicator on Haruka's Kitsunesuke's neck.

"Regarding the supplies for the new Shinsengumi, they will be delivered by the staff in a while."

"Shinsen-sama, I leave the task of protecting history to you." The masked man bowed to Haruka.