The whole world wants to keep me in captivity [Comprehensive]

It was a scene from another world.

Everything seems to be stripped from the sense of technology of the high-rise buildings in this world, full of primitive simplicity.

——Completely, bringing people back to the Heian era.

A man is walking hurriedly on the road.

He was wrapped in a tattered coat that looked like a bed sheet. The blond man pursed his lips and walked forward step by step, ignoring the laughing voices around him.

"It's really nerve-wracking..." he rambled, wishing he could tighten the washed white cloak to cover all his facial features, so that no one could see his face.

"Hey... that one seems to be..."

"It looks like it's Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro? Strange, how could it be?"

"How could Fu Sangshen walk alone on the street outside the branch..."

He seemed to have heard, among the bustling crowd, someone was so puzzled.

"Are you stupid? That, that... that Fusangshin who acted alone, how could it be Honmaru's sword?"

"——This is one of the people in charge of the different Honmaru that belongs to the God Department of the Government of Time!"

Then, he heard the voices of the crowd around him, and they all disappeared at once.

——It was discovered, what a trouble.

The crowd quickly made way for him, and the blond man sighed, and hurriedly left the road.

It's not at all like... the actions that a big man who was uttered in an exclamation tone should do.

Yamabuki Kunihiro stroked his cloak lightly, and put a document in his arms in his arms.

In fact, Yamabuki Kirihiro is not a rare sword, it is one of the five initial swords that every god-inspector must choose after entering Honmaru.

As the initial knife, it is used to coordinate the work of the god judge, so that the god judge can handle things better.

However, at this moment, the man walking around the Japanese branch of the Tokashi Government is not an ordinary initial sword.

According to legend, he came from the Azuchi-Momoyama period and was built by Horikawa Kunimitsu himself, Sam Kiri Kunihiro, and is the prototype of all the god-inspectors Honmaru Nakayama Ubagiri Kunihiro.

"It's really troublesome, there have been strange riots recently."

Yamabuchi Kunihiro frowned deeply, his soft blond hair slid down with the movements between his brows, he looked like an ordinary youth who was somewhat melancholy but tough.

He came to a corner and stopped. It was a very simple and ordinary wooden house, which looked very simple in the surrounding area.

There was no owner's name written on the door either, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro just paused there for a while, and the room automatically opened the door for him.

One, one, and another.

Behind the door, there is a long corridor.

Kunihiro Yamababa walked in and picked up the hem of his cloak as he stepped over the threshold.

"Although it's better to be tattered, I don't like others to say that I'm beautiful, but if I get dirty here...it's a kind of impolite behavior."

Thinking of this, he tightened the clothes in his hands and walked into the depths of the wooden house.

From the outside, this is a small and dilapidated wooden house, but in fact, it is the entrance of a huge palace.

——The entrance to the Government of Time, Japan Headquarters.

Walking in quickly, he saw many interrogators holding documents and reporting to various departments.

The god judges are all wearing the uniforms specially assigned by the government of time. Different patterns are embroidered on the uniforms, which show the level of the god judges.

After seeing the pattern on the right wrist of the blond man, the judges shrank their pupils and bowed to him.

"The vast majority of the people of Shanbau cut the country."

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro still didn't like this kind of battle, he nodded at them a little restrainedly, then quickly cast their gazes behind him, left neatly, and walked to a corner.

He opened the door with the forbidden curse.

"I really don't like this kind of place... An elegant person like me should do the work of a literati, and now I am asked to supervise the number of the latest Honmaru expeditions, it is really unrefined."

In that corner, there was already a purple-haired man holding a cup of tea. After sipping the tea, Yamabuki Kunihiro approached, and heard the man's rambling words.

"Gexiandian, it's not elegant to complain while tasting tea here." The blond man coughed and said.

Kasen Kanesada glanced at the man in front of him, and twitched his eyes: "The person who can speak in such a serious and instructive tone...is really you."

"By the way, why are you a little late today?"

"Actually, the timing is just right."

Sam Qieguo sat down calmly. He put the documents he had collected on the wooden table and read them carefully.

There was a soft yawn, and a black-haired man with a youthful appearance came in. He was still tinkering with the nail polish on his hands, and his red eyes swept across the people present.

"Karasuma-sama hasn't come yet?"

——He is indeed... the prototype of the legendary California Qingguang.

"Hehehe, are we late? Well, probably not... Oh, it's all because we accidentally got lost." Not long after California Qingguang came in, a young man with bronzed skin looked sunny and healthy. The young man broke in, showing a big grin.

"It's true that you are late, Mutsu Shouden, you are almost 2 minutes late." Yamabuchi Kunihiro carefully checked the time and said.

And behind Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki, a man in golden armor patted the shoulder of the man in front of him with his hand. His long lavender hair, which was soft and waist-length, was loose like this. He said calmly: "Since you are late Now, let's go in quickly... I'm sorry, after all, it's really not enough for a real product to do such a thing."

When these five real original knives in history sat in front of the couch, a black crow-like divine bird flew over them lightly, then fell down suddenly, and stopped in one place.

The place where the divine bird stopped was on a white and slender fingertip.

The owner of the finger caressed the back of the divine bird. He was a young man with an extremely beautiful appearance. His black hair spread like the wings of a black crow, and was fixed by a red hair band at the back of his head, making him look extremely gorgeous.

"Everyone is finally here, I have been waiting for a long time for my father."

Hearing the young man's words, the five primordial knives bowed their heads respectfully at the same time and said, "Sorry, my lord."

The young man sitting at the highest position gently opened the wooden box, and in the wooden box, the black crow feathers glowed with a faint light.

The boy stretched out his fingers and took out the crow feather, with a sigh in his eyes.

He turned the black feather lightly, and the young man's eyes seemed to be somewhat blurred by the slightly dancing candlelight.

"Karasuma-sama, that's right."

Kasen Kanesada's expression became serious at this moment, no longer the laziness of a refined man like before.

"Regarding the spiritual power riots on the top of China's snow mountain, the special service troops sent by the Ministry of Spirit have already gone to the top of China's snow mountain to investigate, and found the spiritual power belonging to the sword Fusangshen and the knife marks after the battle."

The young man with crow-feather hair lightly waved his hand and said, "I have investigated it for my father. There is no need to say more about this matter."

Hearing what Karasuma said, Utasen Kanesada fell silent and lowered his head again.

"Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, for my father, let you bring over the file of [The Disappeared Honmaru]... Pass it to my father."

Hearing this sentence, Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro immediately wanted to pass the documents he was sorting out to Karasuma, but the boy on the top just moved his fingers lightly, and the bird on his fingertips flew over, deftly He hooked the document with both feet, flew back to Karasuma's side again, and rubbed Karasuma's fingers with his head.

Karasuma touched it rewardingly, and the bird made a cooing sound, seemingly very happy. He took the document out of the bird's feet, opened it, and looked at it carefully.

"The so-called disappearing Honmaru...was actually the work of those people from the Ministry of Spiritual Affairs."

Karasuma crossed her hands, lost in thought.

The Government of Time is divided into two departments, one is the Spirit Department, headed by humans, and the other is the God Department, headed by the oldest sword masters.

These two departments work together to manage all Honmaru and coordinate all related correction history work.

After so many years, although the Ministry of Spirit and the Ministry of God sometimes have some conflicts, their overall concept is the same, so after hundreds of years, they can be regarded as peaceful.

Karasuma had heard of this original Honmaru a long time ago, and finally cut off contact with the Toki no Government for some reason.

"Could it be that……"

Little Karasuma's thoughts slowly withdrew, he put the document on the wooden table again, and pinched the black feather between his fingers and turned it around.

He seemed to be... looking at someone else through that feather.

As the ancestor of swords and swords in the world, Karasuma can often predict something in a certain moment.

He saved that village more than ten years ago, and accidentally, his beloved bird dropped a thin feather, which he saw... On this day more than ten years later, there will be a person with great spiritual power. The powerful young man with an extremely cold face gently picked up the thin feather, and the moment he turned his head, even Karasuma felt dazed.

"Could it be that...the disappearance of that child has any connection with [the disappearing Honmaru]?"

Karasuma put the thin feather back into the wooden box.

At this moment, a person suddenly opened the door and rushed in frivolously.

"Hey!"

"Damn it, didn't you agree that you would take me to find the kid? How did you bring me here, and, and..."

Yetou's face turned red all of a sudden, and he gritted his teeth. There were a lot of young girls' voices behind him.

"This grown-up is so cute..."

"Oh, it's not Fusangshen, nor a god judge, it's really interesting."

"Hey, my lord, just wait!"

——It's, it's so confusing!

Yato looked back, then ran away in a hurry, afraid of being chased by those girls.

On the high platform, Karasuma smiled softly.

——Should I say that your charm is astonishing...

Bound by an unknown force,

And the misfortune gods who can't see the depth are looking for you,

——As a father, I really... really want to meet you.

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#The internal structure and system of the Government of Time is purely private#