After saying this, Junka Hoshino felt both relieved and nervous.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga had been forged during the Heian Era and had passed through many masters until now.

Junka was already overwhelmed by the fact that this kind of blade was willing to treat her as its master and fight for her.

However, given her personality, she couldn't bear to see herself as weak and easily bullied, so she couldn't help but confide in Tsuru Maru.

(But am I being too arrogant when I say these words?)

Junka laughed bitterly in her heart.

Right now, she was like a young king who had just ascended to the throne. On one hand, she was ambitious and wanted to make a career out of it so that the powerful and proud subject in front of her would willingly submit to her, but on the other hand, she was uneasy.

She lowered her head in shame.

"Master."

Tsuru Maru called out to her.

Junka felt the invisible string in her heart tighten.

The worst-case scenario she could imagine was that Tsuru Maru would still be as stubborn as before — —

However, Tsurumaru Kuninaga revealed a sincere smile.

He gripped the hilt of his blade, took a step forward, and knelt down on one knee.

Ever since he had been forged, he had passed through many clans.

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

He had once been a blade used for fighting on the battlefield, but later on, he gradually became a decorative blade that was only used for appreciation.

During his long and boring life, he had unknowingly developed an undisciplined, self-centered, and frightening personality.

However … …

"My name is Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and I am your initial blade."

Fu Mourning God paused for a moment, then said in a gentle voice, "In the future, I ask Master to drop the honorific title and just call me Tsuru Maru."

When faced with such a hardworking master, even a blade like him couldn't say anything to refuse.

Junka slowly covered her mouth after a few seconds, as if someone had pressed a slow-motion button.

…

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 the tachi you kicked away is 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 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 reveal 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 gently clapped her hands, 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 lost his memory.

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 already been here once, 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 roughly, she was shocked by the books that could be called 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 long been lost, and even its authenticity cannot be verified.

These two books, why would they both appear here?

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 dreamt of Haruaki Abe's 《Divination》 and 《Collection of Golden Crows and Jade Rabbits》, she should not have dreamt 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, yin, and yang, to establish the four classes."