[Touken Ranbu] I was a little fascinated by the painting style

I can already break away from the blade body and become a blade spirit that can move freely.

Simply gratifying.

I'm wandering around the city like a ghost.There is no way, there are too few entertainment methods in ancient times, and I can't hear the shamisen played by those famous geisha, so I have to go out for a stroll.

Speaking of which, I still don't know what I look like.I don’t even know what I’m wearing. The sleeves on the upper body are very wide, and the outermost part is a kind of vest, but the fabric is much longer than the shoulders of the vest. The trouser legs on the lower body once reminded me of me as a human being. Culottes are especially popular in summer.What an amazing dress. (The upper body is a shoulder jacket, and the lower body is a hakama.)

I have long hair now, shiny blonde hair.It's not at all the same as those shaved half-bald samurai outside.Thanks to the country of Japan, there is no such thing as the owner of things.

otherwise……

Forget it, I don't want to.

Oops, I see my user is back.

I never thought the moment of separation would come so soon.

I thought I would be used by him until the day he couldn't hold me anymore.

The city was broken.

My user is dead.

I leaned obliquely on the ground next to his body, watching his severed armor; watching his head without the protection of the helmet lying on the blood-soaked ground; watching the light in his eyes slowly Fade; watch him, die.

Why... I didn't... die with him... together.

After that battle, I never came out of my main body again.

I fell into a deep sleep.

I thought about it over and over again in my dream.I think back to the joy in his eyes when he got me; I think back to the care he took for me carefully and solemnly; I think back to the joy when he took me to fight on the battlefield and bring the victory back to that city.

I, am I, too greedy.

I miss that city and its people so much.

100 years. 200 years. 300 years...

I went from Ii's family to Atsumi's family (Ii's vassal), then to being mortgaged to Kitamura (the soy sauce merchant), and then from Sanju to being hidden by a private person. I survived the Great Kanto Earthquake in 1923, and then I was again Private collection.

I have been passed down as a family heirloom by generations of owners, but I have never met a human being who looks like a long tail.

When will my long knife life end.

"Do you want me to fight in the form of Fusangshen?" I looked at the priest wearing the Ise priest's uniform in front of me and asked.

"To be precise, I hope that the Lord will give some spiritual power as a medium to summon the split spirits to fight with the time retrograde army." The priest paused, "It is not necessary for the real body of the adults to come. At the same time, the spirits accumulated after the battle of the split spirits The power will also return to the real body of the adult. I hope the adult can consider it."

"..."

The long silence made the priests responsible for communicating with the gods and the relevant personnel of the Government of Time sweat profusely.

gods.

Even Fusangshen, whose godhead is not in the forefront, is an existence that makes human beings fearful.They are not god judges, unable to appease the mad gods.

"Really." The ethereal voice of the gods came from all directions.

"..." The priest listened quietly.

"Then take it." The voice of the god was still neither sad nor happy.

The priest and ZF personnel who were sweating profusely breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"but……"

Still have but?The priest perked up.

"... Forget it." The god stopped talking as if he had given up.

"Thank you, sir." The priest bowed his back deeply, thanking the god for his gift.

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