"Good day, everyone."

Junka Hoshino put her hands on her hips and said to the swords on the ground, "The sun is so bright today, are you still not willing to get up and take a look?"

As expected, she did not get any response.

… Sigh …

'Could it be that the sabers here are all shy?' Chun Xia pondered deeply.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, the philosophical swordsman, said that although the essence of swords is the same (they are all iron after melting), each One Vibration Sword has its own unique personality.

Even if it was the same saber, it might have different personality characteristics in different periods. For example, one saber would vibrate in different periods.

"Unfortunately, One Period One Rise is not here … Master, do you know that Tokugawa Ieyasu burned Osaka Castle?

One Period One Rise was burned in the fire and was later reforged by Echizen Yasuyoshi.

After losing his memory, his attitude towards others is much better than before. "

Tsurumaru Kuninaga said, "Master is so cute, just like his younger brothers, so he will definitely respond to the summons, hahahaha."

Tsuru Maru held his stomach and laughed.

"That's right."

He clapped his hands and said, "Some of the swords here can't respond to your summons because the original body is too damaged.

Like this one. "

Tsuru Maru pointed at the One Vibration Sword that was broken in two.

"Some feel that life is too red and can't accept it, so they just pretend to be dead, like Sanchū Sōjin."

He touched his chin. "After all, swords with a strong mind like mine are one in a million, hahahaha."

"Tsurumaru Hall's words seem to make sense, but they give people a weird feeling."

Saying this, Hoshino Chun Xia couldn't help but sigh. "He disappeared early in the morning. I don't know where he went."

She sat on the ground that Tsuru Maru had cleared for her and stared blankly at the swords on the ground.

During the two days when his emotions had just returned, many things would emerge from time to time: the joy when he went to the museum and art gallery, the despair when his parents passed away, the loneliness when he was alone in the backyard, the panic when he was reprimanded by his grandfather …

She was attacked by all kinds of emotions and couldn't use her brain to think. Therefore, she was in a state of confusion from morning till night, just like a child.

If it weren't for Tsurumaru Hall, she probably wouldn't have made it through.

Junka Hoshino sighed and muttered to herself, "What do you want me to do by making me regain my emotions all of a sudden?"

When your blood and spiritual energy are used at the same time, you can repair the sword and summon the spirit inside.

She repeated this sentence over and over again as she slowly shifted her gaze to her wrist.

If it was blood, a cut would be enough, but how would he transport his spiritual power?

She was so focused on this abstract problem that she didn't notice that something was gradually moving down from above her like a spider following a silk thread.

"Ah, I got it."

Junka thought of an interesting idea and prepared to try it before Tsuru Maru came back.

She looked up.

...

...

"Yo, aren't you surprised? Isn't it exciting?"

Tsuru Maru, who was hanging upside down from the eaves with his face covered in red juice, supported Junka Hoshino's swaying body and said earnestly, "Master, you must remember that this feeling is called 'shock'."

Junka suddenly stopped and touched Tsuru Maru's face with her hands. She paused for a few seconds and then pulled hard.

"Tsurumaru Hall, can you wash your face before talking to me?"

The emotions that appeared in her heart at this time should be called: helplessness and disgust.

"Master, look at me, look at me. Let's review it again."

At Junka Hoshino's request, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was forced to wash off the carefully prepared "makeup".

But there was not the slightest bit of frustration in his expression. On the contrary, he began his daily routine in high spirits.

Junka sat upright across from him, like a primary school student whose homework was being examined by the teacher.

"Then I'll ask first." Tsuru Maru cleared his throat and said, "What is happiness?"

"When you see Tsurumaru Hall." Junka replied.

"What is shock?"

"... Just now, not only did I feel shocked, but also a little angry."

She puffed up her face and couldn't help but complain, "I was thinking about a problem. You shouldn't scare me like this."

"Thinking about a problem?" Tsuru Maru raised his eyebrows and suddenly approached Junka, "Master, what problem are you thinking about?

You might as well tell me. "

Generally speaking, Junka Hoshino wouldn't hide her thoughts from Tsuru Maru, but —

"There are a lot of problems." The girl who was extremely grateful and trusted Tsuru Maru lied for the first time.

She pretended to recall and said slowly, "For example, why did my injury heal automatically without any treatment?

Why did I recover my perception after coming here?

Why were some swords broken and others not? "

Junka Hoshino's face was calm, but she was actually very nervous.

She didn't know why she hid her thoughts about "repairing swords" from Tsuru Maru, but her intuition told her that Tsuru Maru might not agree with her idea.

She only hoped that Tsuru Maru wouldn't expose her lie.

"Your injury can heal probably because of Seimei Gong's array." Unexpectedly, Tsurumaru Kuninaga actually answered her seriously.

Haruaki Abe, the most legendary Onmyoji in Japanese history.

"I saw Seimei Gong set up this array with my own eyes." Tsuru Maru said, "But, at first, I didn't know what this array did.

It wasn't until later that I found that the cracks on my body were slowly being repaired. "

"Does the array only work on swords that aren't broken?"

"Probably."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga took out a cleaned fruit from his sleeve and said casually, "Maybe the damage is too deep, and it will take a long time to repair … successfully."

Junka Hoshino took the fruit he handed over, took a bite, looked up to observe his expression, and asked tentatively, "Tsurumaru Hall, do you remember that night?

I was thinking, since my injury can heal in the array, I might as well try again like summoning Tsurumaru Hall … "

"No."

Tsuru Maru cut her short.

"Once was scary enough, and you want to do it a second time? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga patted her head and said seriously, "No One Vibration Sword is willing to see its master injured, and I am no exception."

Junka could only obediently nod.

But, in her heart, there was a faint sense of unease.

At dusk, it was time to meet the devil.

As usual, Tsuru Maru, after accompanying her for a day, took the initiative to go out to collect food. "Why don't we improve the food?

Master, don't you want to try grilling fish?

If we use the fish in the Forest of Guardian as the raw material, the taste will definitely be different. "

... Can a sword grill fish?

Although she had such doubts, Junka Hoshino still agreed out of trust for Tsuru Maru.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes lit up, and he solemnly vowed that the river was not far from the hut, and that he would definitely be able to rush back before sunset.

But, even as the sun set and night fell, Junka Hoshino still did not see that familiar figure appear.

Her heart suddenly began to beat fiercely.

After Tsurumaru Kuninaga appeared, he had formed a strange connection with her.

This kind of connection was like a silk thread with the two ends wrapped around the two people's fingertips.

When the thread was taut, it meant that one of them had a great emotional fluctuation, or was in danger. When the thread was taut, it meant that the contract had been terminated, the person had died, or the sword had been broken.

Junka Hoshino closed her eyes, then opened them again.

If there was someone standing in front of her at this moment, they would definitely discover that her black eyes were faintly mixed with a brilliant gold.

The string was taut.

The girl swept away her childish ignorance and cleverness in front of Tsurumaru Kuninaga. She stood up, and calmly glanced at the swords on the ground. Finally, she decisively picked up the relatively well-preserved One Vibration, held the blade tightly, and pointed the tip towards herself... Then, she simply stabbed it into her own chest.

... Oh, so it was this painful?

The uncontrollable power turned into a white light, bursting out, and overbearingly enveloped the whole body of the sword.

Blood gushed out from her chest, in a way that defied the laws of physics, from the tip of the sword all the way to the back, covering the blade and quickly seeping into it.

Junka Hoshino felt that there was a mysterious power in her body, just like the state of an upstream river, roaring, flowing, and then rapidly gushing out — she forced herself to remember this feeling, so that she could practice the so-called "spiritual power" in the future.

"The blood you want is too much..."

Junka's face was pale, but her eyes were still fixated on the sword in her hand. When she saw the crescent-shaped pattern on the blade, she showed a slightly bleak smile.

Originally, she did not want to summon him.

Originally, she did not want to summon any One Vibration Sword.

Although Junka Hoshino, who came from the 21st century, once wanted to become a Divine Inquisitor, she did not complete the series of procedures after all — in other words, she was not obligated to summon the sword Fu Mourning God in this way, which was almost like a sacrifice.

"I probably don't want anything to happen to Tsurumaru Hall."

Junka Hoshino, who was half-kneeling on the ground, weakly said this reason to the Fu Mourning God that she summoned with all her strength.

"Hahahaha, so this is the reason."

The man, who seemed to have walked out of a painting of the aristocrats in the Heian Era, unexpectedly let out a demonic laugh.