[Your Highness Ataka, please don't be too stubborn.]

Juzumaru Tsunetji's advice echoed in his mind again and again. Ataka/Bank of China lazily put his hands in his pockets and walked into the forging room with a knife.

A girl in a modern student uniform was kneeling on the mat with her head down. No one knew what she was thinking about.

"Hello, sorry to disturb you."

Ataka pretended to be relaxed and spoke without a trace of a smile in his eyes. "My name is Ataka/Bank of China, nice to meet you."

… So it's Boss Ming.

Junka was about to speak when she saw Ataka sitting beside her. He naturally put his arm around her thin shoulders and said, "Oh, I think you're very familiar. Have we met before?"

"I don't think so." Junka picked up the original body that he casually threw on the ground and prepared to draw the sword.

Ataka couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips. He approached her and whispered a name in her ear. Then, before the other side pushed him away, he took the lead and quickly retreated.

His pair of yellow-green and red eyes shone brightly, and his originally lazy temperament suddenly became sharp, like an unsheathed blade.

"But I've seen you before, Master."

He said.

No one knew better than Ataka/Bank of China how these damaged swords were "born".

Yes, they were damaged.

The historical revisionists suddenly launched an attack and wantonly broke into the exhibition hall, the shrine, and other places where all the swords were sleeping. They took them away, broke them, and abandoned them in a deserted house that had long been forgotten.

"No matter how capable she is, it can't be repaired." When Ataka's consciousness was about to dissipate, he heard this sentence.

… Who is she?

When he regained consciousness, he felt a powerful spiritual power fully repairing his original body.

"Enough."

A dissatisfied voice sounded not far away. "You lost so much blood and used spiritual power to repair it. Do you want to report to the underworld today?"

"It's you. Did Ye Wang ask you to come?"

Although the female voice was weak, it still carried a warm smile.

"Ye Wang -sama knows that you specially sent Sanchū and Komusubi out to investigate today, and even sent Tsuru Maru to his place as a guest. He definitely wants to summon the Fu Mourning God again, so he sent me over to take a look." The person who spoke said angrily, "Do you dare to let them know?

You used blood to repair them? "

The woman replied weakly, "I wouldn't dare."

"Hmph."

Hearing this, Ataka was startled, and a strange emotion appeared in his heart.

Looks like I'm going to be a very hardworking Monarch again. I wonder if I'll be allowed to slack off. Oh right, will Firefly be here? With that in mind, Ataka once again fell into a deep slumber.

After an unknown period of time, Ataka seemed to see light in front of him.

"Ataka/Bank of China."

A soft female voice called out to him by his ear, "Wake up, Aizen and Firefly have been waiting for you for a long time."

Oh, Firefly and the others are here?

"Yes, both of them are very healthy.

They kept asking me how their guardian is, whether he's still slacking off and unwilling to get out of bed. They even said that they want to drag you out to bask in the sun. "

This was indeed their style.

"So, Ataka, Firefly has been found, and Aizen is also alive and kicking, sparring with his companions."

He felt that there was an extra hand on his head, and the other person was using her fingers as a comb, gently combing his messy hair.

"Everything is fine, except for you."

Well … I'll get up and take a look first.

The area covered by the light was getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, the darkness around Ataka was completely swallowed by the light. He followed his inexplicable intuition and walked forward, and a slender girl appeared in front of him.

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, exactly as he had imagined.

He still looked lazy, but he stretched out his hand to the girl and said, "Hello, sorry to disturb you.

My name is Ataka/Bank of China.

Please take care of me … Well, don't be too strict with me, okay? "

The girl seemed a little surprised, but she still obediently stretched out her hand, but he pulled her, and she lost her balance and fell into the arms of the Fu Mourning God, who was said to have no motivation as his selling point.

"You've been working hard, master."

Ataka/Bank of China buried his head in the girl's neck and tightened his arms, "Now I'm out, please have a good rest."

And, in the last memory, it was a voice that belonged to "him":

"Well, even if you forget, you're still 'me'.

Remember to protect Firefly, Aizen, and her. "

This was all the memories left by Ataka/Bank of China as a split soul.

"Why did you give us to the government?"

"Why is it that I, who have these memories, am a split soul?"

"After I break the sword, where will I return to?"

With these questions in mind, Ming Shi met the young girl again.

This time …

"Please answer me."

Ataka/Bank of China avoided Juzumaru Tsunetji's cold sword, and his eyes locked on Junka Hoshino's figure, and said with a faint smile, "Please tell me, who am I?"

Tsukino Hoshino had never expected such a situation to occur.

As a split soul, Ataka actually retained part of the memories from the main body, which made her feel surprised and helpless.

She stopped Juzumaru's attack, and then walked to Ataka, who was lying on the ground like a salted fish.

"You're injured so badly, and you still want to fight with me." She grabbed Fu Mourning God's face and said angrily.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch."

Junka angrily started to put her hand in.

Because she was in a bad mood, she deliberately increased the amount of spiritual power she put in. So Juzumaru Tsunetji could only watch Ataka/Bank of China's face gradually become red, sweat appeared on his forehead, and there was even an uncontrollable gasp coming from between his lips.

He couldn't help but cough.

Junka Hoshino's movements stopped, and she immediately stopped her bad behavior.

Ataka immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"I hope you can have a good talk with His Highness Ataka."

Juzumaru Tsunetji said: "But please be quick, there are still many Fu Mourning God outside waiting to enter."

"Yes!" Junka quickly answered.

"Then I'll leave first."

Juzumaru glanced at Ataka, didn't say anything, just nodded to Junka, and turned to leave.

After the door of the forging room was closed, Junka Hoshino turned her attention back to Ataka.

"How did you remember?"

She asked in confusion: "I thought, according to the Government of the Hour … and my original idea, other than remembering your original experience, your mind should only have information about 'why were you summoned' and 'how are you now'."

"So it was your idea." Ataka said meaningfully.

"I said it was my original idea, but now I feel like it's too unfair to you."

Ataka closed his eyes and didn't say anything.

He could feel that the spiritual energy that was healing him had become much gentler. It was like a trickling stream that was gently and gently healing the countless scars on his body.

"Don't think too much about it, Ataka."

Junka sighed and continued: "You are still 'Ataka/Bank of China,' and this can't be changed.

The spiritual power given by the inquisitor is the foundation of your existence in this space, and the knife forged by the blacksmith is the medium to summon you.

You are indeed the Fu Mourning God of 'Ataka/Bank of China' that I have stored in a secret place, and not the replica of Ataka/Bank of China.

Even if you break the knife, you will return to the original body, and not dissipate. "

Ataka/Bank of China was confused by her long string of sentences, and it took a while for him to react.

"How did you come up with this idea …" He was simply speechless.

"I was afraid that you would be schemed against, so I left you a way out."

Junka Hoshino chose to tell the truth: "Although I personally trust the government's decisions in the general direction, after all, now we have common interests, and no one can turn hostile.

But … how should I put it, everything can change.

If I was alone, it wouldn't matter, but now I am the master of so many knives and swords, and I have to be responsible for you. "

Whatever, as long as you are happy.

Ataka turned over and supported his head with one hand: "The real body, it shouldn't be in my hands.

Where did you put it? "

"In a very safe place, only a friend and I know."

Junka Hoshino was already doing the last step of the hand entry.

"So, I hope Ataka will cherish himself and treat the new inquisitor well."

This girl, who was much more mature than he remembered, lectured him with a deep and meaningful tone: "What is there to be upset about?

Isn't it good to experience life? The Ataka in This Pill didn't have this kind of treatment. "

Ataka sneered: "You …"

It seemed that this spirit, who had been by her side all year round, had also hidden the most important information from her.

No one would have thought.

These "split spirits" scattered in the hands of the inquisitors actually had a seed planted in the depths of their minds by the "spirit."

It was a seed that would only sprout at the right time.

He still had many questions in his heart, but he didn't want to talk anymore, including the flaw in Junka Hoshino's words. Although he caught the flaw in Junka Hoshino's words, he gave it up because it was harmless.

∠ (∠ ∠) _

"I'm so tired, I'll sleep for a while." Ataka said.

"Up to you, there are still many knives to be used, just don't disturb me." She was still busy repairing Ataka.

When Junka Hoshino was done, Ataka was already asleep.

"So tired." Junka sighed and was about to ask Juzumaru to carry him out.

Then, she saw Ataka's lips move slightly.

"What's wrong?" Junka Hoshino curiously moved closer.

She saw Ataka's eyebrows furrow, then quickly relax, and a very complicated expression appeared on his good-looking face.

Junka had only seen this expression when he was talking to Firefly and Aizen.

It seemed like it was just a dream.

Junka Hoshino lost interest and was about to ask Juzumaru, who was on standby at the door, to carry this lazy knife out when she heard Ataka say:

"… In the future, don't use blood to repair us."

Ah?!

Junka's brain exploded, and her whole body froze.

How did he know?

And where did he find out?

As a split spirit, if he knew, did that mean that the spirit knew too?

Then why, after so many years, did the Ataka in her This Pill never show any abnormalities?

… No, she didn't have to panic.

In that case, it should be the only way to restore them that had been destroyed by the historical revisionists.

She calmly called Juzumaru, sent Ataka out, and then let the next Fu Mourning God in.

Next.

And the next.

…

How did Ataka know?

… Next.

Just like that, after a busy and tiring day, Junka and Juzumaru politely declined the invitation to stay for dinner, opened the door, and left.

Then, on the way out:

"My lord, this is goodbye."

"Okay, thank you for today, Your Highness Juzumaru."

Junka went home alone.

When she reached home, she ate the love dinner made by the candlestick.

She took a shower and went back to her room.

She also had to write a diary.

"Fortunately, Ataka is the only one with memories, or else I wouldn't be able to take it.

Oh right, will the young man who received me guess my identity … It doesn't matter, Boss probably has his own thoughts.

"Thinking about it, I've known them for a long time!

How should I put it, the haunted house at the beginning, although it was a bit rundown, was pretty good … The scenery was beautiful, the vegetation was fresh, and there was the help of the gods. "