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Tsurumaru Kuninaga had been forged since the Heian era,

It had passed through many masters,

And had lived until now.

Such a knife..,

Was willing to treat her as his master,

Fight for her..,

Junka was already very flattered.

But with her personality..,

In the end, she still couldn't stand her weak and bullied appearance,

She couldn't help but confide in Tsuru Maru.

(But, I, who said these words..,

Am I too arrogant?)

Junka laughed bitterly in her heart.

Right now, she was like a new king who had ascended to the throne at a young age,

On one hand, she had lofty ambitions, wanting to make a career and make the powerful and proud subject in front of her willingly submit to her, on the other hand, she was uneasy.

She lowered her head in shame.

"Master."

Tsuru Maru called her.

Junka felt the invisible string in her heart tighten.

The worst scenario she could imagine was that Tsuru Maru would still maintain his previous unyielding appearance —

But..,

Tsurumaru Kuninaga revealed a more sincere smile.

He held the hilt of the knife,

He took a step forward and knelt down on one knee.

Ever since he was forged, he had been through various clans.

He had left the secular world twice, but when he was sleeping peacefully, he was forcefully pulled back by the hands of humans;

It was once a real knife that fought on the battlefield,

Later, it gradually became a decorative knife that was only used for appreciation.

During his long and boring life,

He unknowingly developed a carefree attitude,

A self-centered personality that liked to be frightened.

But..

"My name is Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and I am your starting knife."

Fu Mourning God paused for a moment, and then said in a gentle tone, "In the future, please put down your honorific title and call me Tsuru Maru directly."

In the face of such a hardworking master, even a saber like him could not say anything to refuse.

Chun Xia froze for a few seconds as if someone had pressed a slow-motion button. She slowly covered her mouth.

…

Later, at the request of Tsuru Maru, who was inexplicably excited, Junka Hoshino accompanied him in the cold wind to watch the moonlight in the open space for a while before returning to the house with him.

What about Sanchū Sōjin?

Junka couldn't help but feel strange when she couldn't find him. She subconsciously looked at Tsuru Maru.

"Old people like to sleep early and wake up early. They might have found a quiet place to sleep by now."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga naturally kicked the tachi aside and said to Junka, "It's getting late. Master, please rest early."

"… Tsurumaru Hall."

Tsuru Maru signaled her with his eyes.

"Alright, Tsuru Maru."

Junka reluctantly changed the way she addressed him and said, "I know that you kicked away the tachi from Sanri Yue Temple … I can feel the anger of Sanri Yue Temple."

Tsuru Maru's smile froze.

However, Junka's blow to him wasn't over yet.

"Sanri Yue Temple also told me that the sword Fu Mourning God can also transform back into its original form.

If that's the case, you don't need to … hug me every day and sleep with me, right? "

Although she knew that he was a tachi and it was natural to place it beside the pillow to protect its master, after her IQ and EQ came back online, being hugged by a man … was really hard to look at …

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had transformed back into his original form, was carefully placed on the pillow. Looking at the girl's peaceful sleeping face beside him, Fu Mourning God shed tears of regret.

If he knew that this day would come, he would have buried Sanchū in the ground.

"Achoo —"

Sanchū sneezed.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the Fu Mourning God, who was talking and laughing just a moment ago, would show such an embarrassing side. The girl sitting opposite him looked at him with a slightly surprised expression.

"I made a fool of myself in front of the main palace."

Sanchū Sōjin used his wide sleeves to cover half of his face and helplessly sighed, "After all, I'm an old man, my body isn't very good, and it's easy to catch a cold — achoo."

Junka Hoshino hesitated for a moment, and silently changed the original winter scenery into a midsummer afternoon.

"Oh."

Sanchū looked around in surprise and said, "It seems that I'm really in the main palace's dream?"

"Yes."

Unknowingly, a plate of exquisite snacks appeared beside the two of them.

Junka's heart slightly moved, and two cups of tea appeared out of thin air and steadily fell into her hands.

"Please enjoy, Sanri Yue Temple."

Sanchū took it and curiously looked at it.

"Ever since I came to this world, I've been dreaming every day."

Junka Hoshino pursed her lips and said, "At first, it was a scene like a graveyard. A strange sandman appeared and taught me how to awaken the sword. Later, I don't know why it turned into this manor.

The seasons, weather, and scenery can be changed according to my wishes, so it became what it is now. "

"That's really amazing."

Sanchū took a sip of tea.

Junka asked, "Then why is the Sanri Yue Temple here?"

"Hahaha, I don't know."

Sanchū Sōjin put down the cup and said in a calm voice, "Well, maybe it's because I've been communicating with the main palace through my mind?

When I opened my eyes, I saw you … I thought it was morning. "

(Sigh, this Fu Mourning God is indeed the type of person I'm not good at dealing with.)

Junka thought for a while and sincerely suggested, "If you don't mind, please rest here Sanri Yue Temple."

"Me?" Sanchū Sōjin pointed at himself in surprise.

"Yes, because I don't know how to send you out alone, I can only ask you to stay here with me for a while." She clapped her hands lightly, and a tatami appeared in front of her.

"You can rest here.

There seems to be some books in the next room, I'll go take a look. "

Junka stood up, intending to completely leave the room to Sanchū Ping An, who was used to pretending to be stupid and had amnesia.

Fu Mourning God, who was wearing a thick cyan silk hunting robe, quietly observed her every move, and then slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Main palace, please be careful."

Sanchū Sōjin reminded her when she was about to open the door and leave.

(In my dream, is there any danger?)

Standing in front of the study, trying to figure out the meaning of Sanchū Sōjin's last words, Junka Hoshino was a little depressed.

(If he knew something, he could have just said it. Why did he leave her with such a vague reminder?)

She sighed, opened the door, and walked in.

Because she had been here before, she was no stranger to the study's furnishings.

What attracted her the most was still the large bookcase in the room. Last time, when Chun Xia glanced at it, she was shocked by the books that could be said to be "a collection of all things". But this time, when she took a closer look, there were actually two rows of books related to Shinto, spiritual power, and spells.

Among them, there were two books that surprised her even more.

They were 《Divination》, and … 《Collection of Golden Crows and Jade Rabbits》?

Junka's excited mood suddenly disappeared.

That's not right.

《Divination》 should be in the library of Tokyo University for specialized researchers to study.

《Collection of Golden Crows and Jade Rabbits》 is the legendary work of Haruaki Abe. It has been lost for a long time, and its authenticity cannot be verified.

Why would these two books appear here at the same time?

Opening it, both books were written with a brush, the handwriting was clear, but the content was difficult to understand.

This was even more illogical.

It is reasonable to say that most of the scenes in a dream are things that the dreamer has seen or heard about in reality.

For example, even if she dreamed of Haruaki Abe's 《Divination》 and 《Collection of Golden Crows and Jade Rabbits》, she should not have dreamed of the specific content.

Because she has never read them.

According to her situation, rather than "dreaming", it would be better to say … she was sent into a dream created by someone else.

The reason why she could do whatever she wanted was only because the owner of this dream gave her a lot of freedom.

"Often, the month will be added to the time, according to the sun, the stars, Yin, and Yang, to establish the four classes."

A familiar voice came from behind her, a pair of hands reached out from behind, gently but firmly took the books in her hands.

"So that's how it is."

Junka Hoshino remembered that Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Sanchū Sōjin were always running around outside, and sometimes they would come back with injuries. She had a sudden realization, and then a faint apologetic look appeared on her face.

She silently took out the bedding from the cupboard next to her, and after she made the bed, she walked to the head of the bed, put the pillow in place, and then turned to look at Sanchū.

"Please rest … Sanri Yue Temple?"

The Fu Mourning God was trying to undo the metal armor on his hunting clothes, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"Do you need help?" The young master asked politely.

She thought that she would get a completely negative answer, but unexpectedly, Sanchū Sōjin stopped what he was doing and opened his arms: "Then I will have to trouble you, Master."

Junka: Huh???

"Ah, Sanri Yue Temple is indeed like this."

Hirano Fujishiro said as he poured tea for Junka Hoshino: "All this time, I am not very good at taking care of myself."

"His clothes are really complicated."

Junka used a wrench to count: "The outermost is the hunting clothes, then the light-colored unlined clothes, and then the green narrow-sleeved casual clothes … For the elderly, whether it is taking off or putting on, it is hard work.

The armor is not difficult to undo, all you have to do is take off the rope. "

Hearing her sigh, Hirano Fujishiro's expression became a little complicated.

Junka asked: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's not that."

The brown-haired young boy stuttered: "It's just that, Master, you better not spoil Sanri Yue Temple too much."

"Why?" She was very curious.

Hirano Fujishiro's good upbringing did not allow him to talk about others behind their backs (Fu Mourning God), and his master's curious gaze made him feel awkward.

After hesitating for a while, Hirano Fujishiro said: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that …"