Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

Tsurumaru, who was studying the TV downstairs, was squatting in front of the sofa, and Yiqi was taking good care of his own body, but when footsteps were heard upstairs, the two turned their heads almost at the same time.

Then I saw a knee ball walking down with flimsy footsteps.

"What's the matter?" The two looked at each other, saw the doubt in each other's eyes, and turned their heads to observe Zhenyuan's treasure at the same time.

Tsk tsk tsk... There is a problem, there must be a problem!

When he wasn't facing his own Anika, Keimaru was very serious and dignified, so he calmly nodded to his two colleagues with a face as red as a tomato, and then floated into his room.

...There must be a problem!

Tsurumaru and Yiqi looked at each other again, their eyes serious.

****

The three guys downstairs were messing around, and none of them came up. Yuan Shigemitsu kicked around comfortably with the pillow in his arms, and put himself in a big shape. No one competed with him for the bed. Life is so beautiful... …

I casually brushed my hair, which was still slightly wet after taking a bath, to the back, I didn't want to blow my hair or move it...

He lay on his stomach in a daze, as if he heard someone sighing helplessly: "...you can't do this...you will get sick if you sleep without drying your hair."

Get ill?What is sick, how can a spirit body be sick... Yuan Zhongguang retorted in his heart, he didn't know who the other party was, but he was naturally intimate.

And...you're not here, no one to brush my hair...

"Really, you are so old, and you still love to act like a baby...General."

I?Like a child?What a joke!

Look at the smoldering look of Kagemaru, say it again!

"Okay, okay... But is self-willedness true? Knowing that Keimaru can't leave you, but still asking him like that, isn't it self-willed?"

Uh... What's wrong with asking... Pharmaceutical research is always so serious...

Yuan Shigemitsu's consciousness sank in the depths of the waves and oceans, as if he was gently embraced by his mother's broad and gentle bosom, humming a song and sending him into the distant dreamland.

Why do knives that have been burned continue to exist?

That fire destroyed everything, whether it was the Splendid Hegemony or the Brilliant Building, they all disappeared into the world with the body of the owner.

Obviously...it was clearly a sword that had disappeared in the fire, so why does it still exist?

Fu Sangshen, who wandered alone in the gap of time, looked up at the pale sky.

This is a very strange space, the ground is as red as a red lotus, and the sky is as vast as a warbler, there is no edge to be seen here, there is nothing, even the sound of the wind is stingy to stop here.

He walked slowly, as if it had been countless times in the past, walking slowly.

It is very lonely here, there is no human voice, no fireworks on the battlefield, but he doesn't feel boring, every day is stolen, and the existence that should have been buried in the sea of ​​​​flames is lingering here, is it a joke, or is it a gift of mercy from heaven?

He lowered his head and looked at the ground, the ground like karmic fire seized his footsteps, playing around and trying to drag him back to that nightmare of broken bodies.He subconsciously looked up at the sky, and the warbler-colored sky looked down on him gently, far away and vast.

"I am... why do I exist..."

He stretched out one hand and spread his five fingers. There is no sun, moon, or stars here, not just a light source from somewhere, which always allows him to see everything.

The distant oriole color spilled down through the cracks of his fingers, as if he had caught it in his hand.

The burning pain surged up from the vast blank memory, it hurts...so painful...my master, my brothers...where are you...

The sword should gallop on the battlefield, and should be bathed in blood and broken in the yellow sand. He was a child who grew up on the battlefield, but he died ridiculously in the fire that gave him life.

From the flame, end in the flame.

This is his life.

But...why does the burnt knife still exist?

That kind of pain, from the moment he opened his eyes here, has burned him all the time, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, why don't you let me leave...

Why do you want me to stay here, why...

There was a slight wind in the always silent world, and a familiar sigh was sent to his ears.

This is your own choice...

My own, choose?

He vaguely seemed to catch something.

What is he waiting for...waiting for?

wait for someone...

a very important... person...

Who is that?A seductive and eloquent voice rippling in his heart, is... who is it...

Who is it that makes you linger here?

Your obsession did not fall into that fire, who took it away?

Ripples appeared in the warbler-colored sky, like a light-colored lotus flower blooming between the sky and the earth, elongated and blended thinly, and in the void, a figure was falling.

Ah... How could I forget you... How could I forget you...

Yaken Toshiro raised his hands to catch the man.

My general, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

As a masterpiece of Awataguchi Yoshimitsu, Yaken Toshiro, who is famous for his loyal lord protection, has always been loved by various public officials. His last lord was Oda Nobunaga, the man who was ambitious to rule the world and was finally buried in the fire of Honnoji Temple.

Bringing his bodyguard sword Kento Shiro together.

Such a famous sword has an absolutely high belief, so Shizheng tried his best to steal him from history and help him continue to exist after the fire.

The traces of the flames were still imprinted on his heart. This stable short knife wrapped himself tightly in a long windbreaker. Outside, he was still the most reliable elder brother, the most reassuring younger brother, and the most trustworthy retainer.

I have died, but because of my obsession, I am nostalgic for the world and become an eternal immortal soul.

Yao Yan looked down at the sleeping face in his arms, his eyes stayed on his somewhat wet hair for a moment, and his hard and clear glass purple eyes suddenly bent.Such a worrying general, how dare he leave casually.

Yehuo Honglian dragged him, and the yellow sky called him, Yaoyan hugged the light body in his arms tightly, with a usual calm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Then, let's split this place for you."

The sharp dagger was unsheathed, and the sky suddenly appeared, breaking open this huge nightmare cage.

So Yuan Zhongguang was shocked when he woke up in the morning.

Who is this boy lying next to him!Where did it come from?Obviously there was none last night!

The black-haired Fu Sangshen opened his eyes, revealing his glazed purple pupils hidden by the eyelashes: "Hey, General, I am Yaken Toshiro, and I am here at your call..."

Yuan Shigemitsu didn't hear what he said behind him at all, he just touched his face, my call?When did I call you?

The dagger seems to have heard his inner voice, and approached him with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you say it out loud, as long as it's your heartfelt call, we can all hear it—"

Yuan Shigemitsu stared at him with big eyes.

It took a long time before I suddenly realized that what Tsurumaru said last time should be very close to the sword body and then called out the name or something, was it fooling him?

Tsurumaru: No, no, it’s true from my point of view!

Minato Shigemitsu narrowed his eyes, no matter what, it would be right to go down and beat Tsurumaru up first.

Tsurumaru, who got up early in the morning and made a fright in the kitchen, suddenly shivered, what's wrong?Suddenly, there was a coolness on his back... He snorted and continued to focus on the present moment, ahhh, what a big surprise, it will definitely cause cheers——

Yaken Toshiro is a well-known decathlon dagger, who was once known as "the waste aunt's machine". He was also very happy to see this younger brother in the first episode, and his honey-colored eyes were full of gentle light.

Of course, such a gentle light became vicious after eating a mouthful of wasabi at Yaoken's meal.

"Tsurumaru Temple..." The gentle and reserved voice was lowered. Seeing that the situation was not good, Tsurumaru turned around and wanted to slip away, but Yiqi pulled the hood on Haori's hood with a smile, "Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Isn't it a good scare blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..."

Ignoring Tsurumaru who was jumping up and down, Yuan Shigemitsu took a sip of soup calmly, um, their relationship is really good.

****

The name of the Special Affairs Section is not known to many people in government agencies. It is like the most insignificant department. It sends a representative to applaud every year when the work is summed up. Even the heads of various departments do not participate in the dinner. Except for those stern old employees with quite old qualifications, no one even knew that the name of this department was still under the name of the Imperial Household Agency.

Maybe it's because its existence is so low that it's appalling. Even the wave of departmental abolitions in the past few years failed to dig it out. Everyone perfectly ignored this department that didn't know what it was for.

But just like what it says literally, this department is responsible for "special affairs", and everything that humans can't solve is managed by them.

If you want to say it, it is the ancient Onmyouliao, which gathers all the mysterious talents they can find, such as witches, onmyojis, shrine priests, monks... and people like Yuan Shigemitsu who are not human at all. It is an existence from the non-human world.

However, it is said to be low-key and not well-known. On the mysterious side, this government agency is a real leader in maintaining order. Any special incident that occurs in this country needs their approval or aftermath.

Just like now.

Yuan Shigemitsu poked a stack of thin papers on the table with his fingers, his face was a bit indescribable.

Standing in front of him was the section chief of the special affairs department. Although this unlucky boy was the leader in name, he was actually at the bottom of the food chain, because he was just an ordinary person without any academic achievements in yin and yang. It is to use official language to fool the media. This talent can be said to be unique in the world.

After all... In many cases, the special affairs department needs such talents to explain to the public and other uninformed colleagues why the forest suddenly disappeared, and the building suddenly disappeared and then appeared in the middle of the night...

That's because you are dazzled!Because that's magic!Because of a gas leak!Because citizens who see such supernatural events have sleepwalking!

Hey...Tanaka Shimasuke's eyes are empty. As the chief of the section, he is doing the job of a nanny. None of these bosses are easy to mess with. They just make some noise and ask him to run around and wipe his ass. , What he is doing is selling white powder and abducting children. If it weren't for the high salary, he would rather go to the emperor and do seppuku!

"...In short, that's it, the other groups have missions, so..."

Tanakajimasuke counted the people he could use with a bitter face, and counted the sadness from it.What is it all about!The size is a country. There are so many miraculous things happening every day. There are only a few people in Corey who are capable. There is not enough people. Anyone who wants to die or die will come out. Why do you want to compete and fight? Why don’t you go abroad? !Or be quiet and don't make a sound!What he did was illegal, and he still made a big show of it. Could it be that the brain and the placenta were thrown away together?

Yuan Shigemitsu turned over the paper in front of him and looked down again. In fact, he had already read the content inside, but there was a faint intuition that urged him to read it again.

For those on the mystical side, such intuitions are the last thing to be ignored.

The document was clearly written, and the warlocks were all hands-on characters, so it was too difficult for them to write such a report with gorgeous rhetoric.

Of course, heirs trained by the ancient family tradition can still write good things, maybe there will be a waka at the beginning...

Yuan Shigemitsu twirled the paper with his fingers, with a calm expression on his face. Judging from the report, this is an organization that gathers some dark sorcerers who think they know how to spell. The spell competition, the rules of the competition have also consistently continued their illegal style: bear the consequences at your own risk, no matter if you kill them.

The winner can take everything from the loser, plus there are rewards from the organizers. This kind of conference often brings together many unsatisfactory or untalented warlocks who try to change their fate through shady means.

... and often a lot of people die.

The last time there was such a meeting, it did not attract the attention of the Special Affairs Section. It was later discovered that at least half of the people who went there lost their lives there, and many innocent citizens were affected during the period.

"The reason of the natural gas explosion really can't be used anymore..." Shimasuke Tanaka stroked his receding hairline, his whole body was so gloomy that it was about to rain, God, he was only 33 years old!Are you about to suffer the pain of a receding hairline?

Yuan Shigemitsu did not listen to his complaints, his eyes were focused on the "prize", and suddenly asked: "What is their prize?"

Tanakajimasuke thought for a while: "I heard that it is a famous sword, five swords in the world, and three-day Tsukimune near." Before Yuan Shigemitsu could ask, he waved his hand, "Impossible, when I heard the news, I would I went to the palace hall to ask, and the authentic product of Sanri Yuezong is still in Zhengcangyuan, and it has been inspected by experts, it is genuine."

Yuan Shigemitsu closed the document and looked directly at him: "You mean, this gimmick that attracted them here is simply a counterfeit?"

Tanaka Shimasuke crossed his arms and guessed: "It can only be like this, after all, such a famous item, as a prize, is really attractive."

Yuan Zhongguang snorted: "They dare not. If it is fake, they will be torn apart alive by the group of rats in the gutter."

Tanakajima thought about the virtues of those people, and he was not sure: "But... but the Imperial Household Agency..."

Yuan Zhongguang touched the edge of the paper and frowned. In this world, is there really a genuine sword that is exactly the same...

And Tsurumaru, who had been leaning on the door panel and doing nothing to enjoy watching the lord, when he heard "Mikazuki Mune near", he restrained his smiling expression, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his golden pupils.

——How could there be two identical swords in this world?

Possibly, in one place, as long as you have enough ability, the famous swords in history can show up for you, from the five swords in the world to the royal family, as long as you want, nothing is impossible.

But there should obviously be separated from the present world, existing as another world wandering in the emptiness of time, even for many years, he has never heard of that term again.

——The government of the time.

The author has something to say: la la la la ~ I am going to start making trouble ~ In response to the strong request of some little angels, I let Sanming out!look!Appeared several times!

Am I great! 【Akimbo】

It's like collecting all the knives in one wave... It's too tiring to collect them one by one... [Lying Corpse]

I added more today, am I sweet or not!Praise me!Well, let me tell the truth, it is actually your stupid author who forgot to apply for the list last week, but he was on the list, and there is a word count requirement, so he had to cry and type...

besides!Those who rushed into the group by car!It broke the old mother's heart!As soon as you mention the car, you all form a group and join the group!unacceptable!I'm biting my clothes and feel wronged... I can't get up from sitting on the ground, I need Aniajia to hug me to get up!

Mustache Kirito: [The backhand is a knife]

Author: [Front Collapse]

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines and watered them, and touched their heads one by one~

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