That night, she was held in the arms of Taro and Taro.

The Inquisitor still had a dream.

However, it was not the usual frenzy mixed with blood and violence, but some fragments as the light spots shook and shattered.

The scene was stained with an old and forgotten light yellow, full of slight discomfort and pain, but it also seemed to be separated by a layer of film, a little empty and numb.

In those scenes, Ji Kai saw Cut Long Hasebe.

It was not the silence and alienation he was familiar with,

But Hasebe with a vivid expression, happy and angry.

When he was entrusted with an important task, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Even if he deliberately controlled it, he could not suppress the joy that surfaced on the surface; when he did not handle things properly and made other swordsmen unhappy,

He pretended to be fearless and righteous, but when he turned around, he was uneasy and conflicted; when he was deliberately ignored by The Inquisitor,

He gradually became silent and alone, practicing his swordsmanship alone in the middle of the night,

And then hammering with all his strength...

Staring at the ceiling, Ji Kai stared blankly at the ceiling.

Although the dream was intermittent, because of the difference between dreaming and ordinary people, his memory of dreams was comparable to a high-definition copy machine.

From the details of the restoration,

What he dreamed,

Was his This Pill, Cut Long Hasebe's past.

His telekinesis was very rare and special,

And this uniqueness,

To a certain extent, gave him a strong combat power that defied the heavens. But there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world,

And there was no lack of restrictions, nor was there a truly perfect ability.

When he transformed into the future form of a weapon, he would also get the weapon's "past."

In the past, this "past" was the memory and emotion accumulated over a long period of time when the weapon was used for a long time. In this game where the weapon was transformed into a human form, after it appeared, the original white paper with only a basic pattern was molded into a complex and real human emotional experience.

Ji Kai had transformed into thousands of weapons, and among them, there were only a few that could meet the conditions for Ji Kai to "dream" or "hallucinate."

Even playing a game could affect one's state of mind. The freedom of wielding swords and sabers was truly terrifying …

The black-haired young man, who had found the cause of his irritation yesterday, could not help but cover his face and sigh early in the morning. In the end, when he raised his arm, his elbow seemed to have poked something warm and soft …

"Good morning, Master." A cold and hoarse male voice sounded in his head.

"Morning …" Ji Kai, who had finally regained his memory of last night, put down his arm, which was poking Huo Shaoheng's chest, and turned around in his bed. "Tarō."

"Do you want to get up now?"

Unlike The Inquisitor's sleepy eyes, Taitō, who was half-naked and had a head full of black hair, did not sound sleepy at all because he had been awake for a long time.

"I don't want to …" Ji Kai hugged his saber, feeling the intimacy and warmth of his opponent's body at such a close distance. It was so comfortable that he didn't want to let go.

"Then please rest for a while more."

Tarō Tarō made a gesture to cover the two of them tightly with the quilt, but he was interrupted by the young man's action of standing up. "I can't miss breakfast."

"…" With such a reply, Tarō Tarō immediately noted down The Inquisitor's preference: Eat.

Sleep.

Ji Kai hurriedly put on his pajamas and pajamas. When he turned around, he saw that Tarō was tying up his hair. He immediately took a step behind him, took the hair tie and comb from his hand, and tied up the soft and thick hair according to Tarō's usual style.

Taitō nodded affirmatively at The Inquisitor in the mirror, and a doting smile appeared in his golden eyes.

… Wait!

Doting?

Why doting?

Grandpa Ji Kai wanted to compare his age with Tarō Tarō, but when he saw his own appearance in the mirror, he dismissed the idea. He could only blame this body for being too young, so young that even he wanted to pat his head and raise him as a younger brother the moment he saw himself.

At the same time, valet Yamamochi Kokuhiro was waiting outside the Inquisitor's Room for him to wake up and wash up. In the end, the door did not open, and the person he was waiting for came downstairs with disheveled clothes.

The blond saber's expression instantly turned sour.

If it was on a normal day, Ji Kai would definitely take the initiative to ask him what was the matter, but he was not fully awake yet, so he directly ignored the social handicapped person who wanted to speak but stopped himself.

After enjoying breakfast, a certain someone finally began to work properly on his fifth day in office.

Ji Kai first arranged the internal duty list and put his name on the bulletin board. Then, he looked for Candlestick Tachibana and patted him on the shoulder. He entrusted the internal duty list to Fu Mourning God, who seemed to be the most normal, reliable, and stable person in This Pill.

Then he went to the forging room and picked up Hasebe's body from Fujiwara.

Did Ji Kai take off his sword???

Lazy, loose, and easy to talk in an instant?

The male form of Feng Du 5?

"Mi Si Mi Nuo Xie Bi Shu O Xin Zhong?"

Do you want to eat the slug and hold the room like a fool?

Pimples?

Coward?

The Inquisitor chose a few recipes from the [World Curriculum Vitae], applied them to his forging knife, and got up to leave.

Fujiwara stopped Ji Kai.

With the continuous supply of food from Gokusen Kanazane and Candlestick Tachibana, the sabersmith's attitude had significantly improved compared to the first time he was "hostile."

However, a grumpy person could not be expected to immediately become a docile kitten. When the two met, they were still cold to the point that they did not even exchange a few words.

"If this sword is broken again, you won't be able to save it even if you spend an astronomical amount of money."

The bearded uncle's eyes darkened, and he frowned slightly. When he glanced at the sword in Ji Kai's hand, a trace of regret flashed through his eyes.

"I won't let this happen," The Inquisitor replied indifferently. He walked out of the forging room and went straight back to his room.

The bright sunlight shone into the room from the window, enveloping most of the area in warmth.

After Gokusen Kanazane delivered the black tea and biscuits to The Inquisitor, who was at work, he retreated to work. Before he left, he took the order book that the young man handed to him.

Last time, only two swords were sent out, but the EXP and rewards were not doubled because of the small number of people. The God's Inquisitor, who had gone offline to read up on the strategy, filled up the first troop this time, and assigned all six swords to it.

At the same time, he was still forging two swords in the forging room. According to this time, This Pill could be filled up with the second troop by dinner time.

One troop would be used for the expedition, and the other would be used for the expedition. Taking into account his injuries and daily affairs, he still had six swords to complete.

Only then could This Pill function normally, and he could maintain sufficient rest every time he swung the knife.

The Inquisitor, who was lying on the white fluffy carpet, basking in the sun and eating biscuits, took out the whiteboard and wrote down the current tasks to be done. He also crossed out the tasks that had been assigned and did not need to worry about.

The internal duty schedule had been handed over to Candlestick Tachibana. The candidates for the expedition would be swapped according to the order of the first and second troop. He had to find more swords that were good at housework to fill in the gaps when Gokusen and Candlestick Cutting were not around. He also had to set up a system to sort out the swords that were signed up for This Pill. It was impossible for him to ask for every single one of them … Hmm, this Pill urgently needs to build a few activity rooms. Last night, everyone gathered in the empty room on the first floor, which was really shabby …

Oh right, I still have to sneak over to the Three Mishunos every day to give Hasebe the swords. It's really troublesome to go back and forth. I might as well let him come over himself … Hey, wait a minute. Didn't I tell Hasebe to wait for me in the room last night?

Did he go back by himself?

The Inquisitor, who was very forgetful, quickly took out the schedule that he always carried with him and jotted it down. He was going to check with him when they met.

After arranging the upcoming schedule and leaving a lot of time for himself to rest, Ji Kai felt at ease and started reading manga on the carpet.

During lunchtime, The Inquisitor, who had been "working hard" all morning, was stuffed with a big bowl of rice by Gokusen Kanazane and Candlestick Cutting.

"My lord, I've left some sushi for you in the kitchen. Remember to eat it when I'm not around in the afternoon," the purple-haired Fu Mourning God whispered to the young man.

"Hmm!" Ji Kai put down his chopsticks and gave the source of his happiness a big hug.

The Fu Mourning God, who came earlier, was not surprised. Candlestick Tachibana was even more calm as he served the dishes.

Mutsuo Moriyoshi laughed heartily. "My lord and Gokusen have a good relationship. I'm so envious. I also want a hug of love!"

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"I can give it to you!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was in a good mood because he was going out in the afternoon. He smiled brightly and opened his arms to him.

Before other more interesting swords appeared, he could only reluctantly play with Moriyoshi.

"Hahahaha, then let me hug you!"

The straightforward black-haired swordsman immediately turned around. With his slight mobility advantage, he hugged Kouichi Tsuraru by the waist. "Hug of Love!"

"…" Although he was being cooperative, what was with this subtle feeling?

The white-haired Taitō rubbed his chin and felt inexplicably unhappy.

"Lord God ~" Fox's Assistance finished his lunch and wagged his tail as he jumped onto Ji Kai's lap.

After the initial misunderstanding, he had a good impression of The Inquisitor who would comb his hair and feed him. He was very willing to take the initiative to provide some information. "Have you checked your email in the past few days?"

"Uh …"

"In the first week of your appointment, the government has been rewarding you with work every day."

Thus, the newcomers Mutsuo Moriyoshi and Koyazufumi began their first transportation mission.

"Now we should be able to fish for a few days …" Ji Kai looked at the piles of materials in the warehouse and smiled as he muttered to himself.

However, The Inquisitor who left such an assertion was quickly slapped in the face by himself.

Ten minutes later, the new swords appeared. After The Inquisitor submitted the recipe again, he glanced at the remaining materials in the upper right corner of the page.

"!!!!!" The young man's eyes widened and he instantly fell into despair as his beautiful life was shattered.

Didn't he just collect a pile of materials? What's with this little amount???

Fujiwara looked at him as if he was an idiot. "Do you need me to remind you that you just repaired One Vibration's heavy injuries?"

The Inquisitor waved his hand to reject him and walked out of the forging room with heavy footsteps.

Six Vibration Swords, who was wearing a gorgeous combat uniform, was bidding farewell to Fu Mourning God who stayed behind at the courtyard.

Seeing Ji Kai walk over, the newly appeared Swords Sanzuo and Horikawa Kunihiro quickly made way and bowed at the same time. "Master."

"Good luck!

I'm waiting for you to return victorious in this Pill. "The Inquisitor looked eagerly at the swords that were about to leave the formation.

"I will bring victory to you!" Gokusen Kanazane, who was wearing a large black cloak and a peony flower on his chest, nodded heavily.

"Leave it to us!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga waved his sword in the air, looking very excited.