"Do you really want to do it yourself?" Tarō Tarō asked.

Although there were many injuries on his body, Tarō Tarō's etiquette was still impeccable.

He knelt on the dusty ground, his back was as straight as a pine tree, and his head was slightly tilted, as if he wanted to prevent Junka Hoshino from seeing his bloodstained face.

Junka did as he wished, lowered her head, and pretended to be very focused on the seven feet eight inches Odachi in her hand.

"Please don't worry, I have experience in repairing and maintaining the Odachi."

She said very cautiously, and then used the eyebolt to push out the eyebolt, and lightly tapped the hilt to separate the blade from the hilt.

Jirō Tarō, who was sitting on the side drinking wine, burped, and then asked: "Do you also have a Odachi?

Like us, it's a Fu Mourning God, right? "

Junka was secretly amazed by Jirō Tarō's sensitivity, but on the surface, she simply replied: "Yes."

This Pill also had One Vibration Odachi, which belonged to Ishikaga Maru, the same ancestor as Sanchū and Jinjian.

Speaking of which, that one had always been worshiped in the shrine, and it claimed that it was more suitable for divine matters than the battlefield. Usually, it would often help her and Fu Mourning God, who were traveling through the forest, to remove the swelling.

(I feel that His Highness Ishikaga Maru and His Highness Tarō would get along better.)

Separating the blade from the hilt, she could see the inscription of Tarō Tarō's blade.

In addition, it was worth mentioning that Tarō Tarō's body was quite beautiful: the back of the sword was painted with red paint, and there were golden decorations … Perhaps, this was the reason why Tarō Tarō looked so good in the form of Fu Mourning God.

Thinking of this, Junka Hoshino awkwardly coughed.

Hearing her movements, Tarō Tarō gently asked: "Are you okay?"

"Yes, please don't worry. I just choked a little just now."

In order to cover up her absent-mindedness, Junka picked up the powder and began to pat the blade over and over again to repair the damage.

Because the Tarō Tarō might not appear through her spiritual energy, out of courtesy, she did not add any spiritual energy when she put her hand in.

However, the other One Vibration Odachi seemed to have misunderstood this point.

Jirō Tarō put down the wine pot and leaned over with his hands on the ground. He asked, "Little girl, aren't you the God's Inquisitor?

Why don't you use spiritual power to repair it? "

"…" Junka Hoshino was shocked and stopped what she was doing.

"Jiro." Tarō called out.

"I know, I know. Big Brother, I don't have any bad intentions."

Jirō Tarō stepped back, keeping a safe distance from Junka. "I just think that if we use spiritual energy, Big Brother's injuries will heal faster.

After all, we're not completely swords anymore — — "

He lifted the hem of his shirt that was dragging on the ground, laid on the ground in a rather bold posture, and began to snore.

Junka did not expect him to say that. She could not help but smile bitterly and shake her head. She continued to use the powder to repair the Tarō Tarō.

However, there was a slight difference from before. Traces of spiritual energy flowed out from her fingertips, condensed into fine powder, and blended into the Tarō Tarō's heavily damaged blade.

This was not the first time she used spiritual energy to repair, so it was still quite easy for her.

But …

"Excuse me, are you not feeling well?"

She stopped again and asked politely.

"No." Tarō Tarō said in a low voice: "Please continue."

Alright.

Junka took out the test paper and the oil from her bag and prepared to do the last step.

Tarō stared at her movements, and his expression was a bit stunned.

"You …" He touched his eyes: "I can see now."

Before he met Jiro, he was attacked by an enemy who was holding a large katana and whose whole body was shining with red light. His body was severely damaged, and he was blinded in his human form.

After the enemy's katana injured him, he did not leave. Instead, he raised his sword again, and tried to attack him again.

At this time, Jirō Tarō arrived.

In his life as a katana, Tarō Tarō rarely had the chance to really interact with Jiro. He did not know what his younger brother looked like after he transformed into a human … But he knew that Jiro was different from him. As a katana, Jiro was at least in a shape that could be used by humans …

"Yo!

Brother. "

"Yo!"

"Yo!

Brother. "

The voice in the memory overlapped with the voice in the real world.

Junka saw Jirō Tarō, who was lying on the ground and snoring, suddenly sit up. Before Tarō Tarō could react, he grabbed his shoulder.

…

And so, a blue-haired, golden-eyed, courtesan with heavy makeup grabbed the confused Tarō Tarō and said excitedly: "Brother, this is the first time you've seen me in human form, right?

I'm Jirō Tarō. "

… Jiro, a katana?

Tarō Tarō: "So this is what my younger brother looks like. It's really different from what I imagined."

Tarō Tarō Tarō's feelings were very complicated.

"Anyway, thank you for saving me and my brother."

Jirō Tarō Tarō sat properly, and gave Junka a more formal bow: "My name is Jirō Tarō Tarō. As you can see, I have the same katana as my brother.

Please take care of me in the future. "

Junka, who was packing up her tools, hurriedly returned the bow: "Please take care of me."

Jirō Tarō's appearance in human form was quite beautiful, perhaps because her previous master had disguised himself as a Kabuki actor. She was in stark contrast to her brother, Tarō Tarō.

Especially after she had taken care of Jirō Tarō's body, Jiro shone brightly from top to bottom.

What made Junka particularly surprised was the pattern on Jiro's clothes — the pattern of snow.

"Really ~ I'm indeed a beauty, but you don't need to look at me like that … Ouch ouch ouch ouch, big brother?"

Tarō Tarō nonchalantly withdrew his hand from his younger brother and said to Junka, "I'm sorry, interrogator. My younger brother was rude."

This was the third time she heard this familiar yet unfamiliar term. Junka fell silent for a moment before saying, "You don't have to be so restrained. I don't mind." She paused and asked, "May I know why you call me 'Divine Inquisitor' …?"

Her understanding of the Divine Inquisitor was limited to Fox's Assistance's words:

"The Divine Inquisitor, as the name implies, is a person who judges God, listens to God's prophecies, distinguishes the authenticity and type of God, and listens to God's revelations.

Moreover, when the descending God goes berserk, the Divine Inquisitor plays the role of persuading God and calming him down.

"

"The Divine Inquisitors of the 23rd century are no longer like this.

The Divine Inquisitors receive a high monthly income from insurance, housing, and food.

If you perform well, the Government of the Hour will give you a special reward.

"

Since Tarō and Jiro mentioned the "Divine Inquisitor," does that mean that in this completely unfamiliar world, there is also the existence of the Government of the Hour? Junka thought.

Hearing her question, Tarō and Jiro were stunned at the same time, and then they revealed a look of realization.

"It seems that you still don't know your identity."

Tarō Tarō said, "Then, Jiro and I both felt a very strong wave of spiritual energy, did it come from you?"

Junka was very hesitant, "It should be."

"Pardon me for asking, but have you already summoned multiple Fu Mourning Gods?"

She nodded.

"Then there's no mistake."

As he spoke, a faint and gentle smile appeared on Taro Tadao's face. "After a thousand years, even swords and blades like us have gained insignificant divinity due to the legends, beliefs, and praises of the people.

And as the one who used spiritual energy to draw us swords from our bodies and gave us human bodies, it's not wrong for you to be called the Divine Inquisitor. "

"But," Junka raised her hand silently, "You and His Highness Jiro weren't drawn by my spiritual energy?"

"As soon as we woke up, we already had human bodies."

Tarō patiently replied, "Although we don't know the reason, but after what you just did, we can be sure that the spiritual energy that built our human bodies — — is indeed of the same origin as yours."

Junka was completely dumbfounded.

The only Odachi in the wooden house (now it should be called This Pill) was Ishikaga Maru's One Vibration. She had never seen Tarō Tarō and Jirō Tarō before, so why did they have spiritual energy in their bodies?

Could it be that she was a spiritual body, and no matter when, no matter where, she was constantly sending her spiritual energy out?

… If that was the case, she would wither away and die.

"So, you are now our master." Jirō Tarō added, and handed over a jug of wine, "Do you want to drink with me?

Master ~ "

His Highness Jiro, aren't you getting into character a little too quickly?

Junka Hoshino rubbed her eyebrows, and said in confusion, "I'm sorry, I haven't reacted yet, please let me think about it."

"Well, if you can't figure it out in a short time, then don't think about it."

Jiro took a sip of wine, and said heartily, "First, we have to solve our current predicament — — My brother and I have been trapped here for a long time."

Tarō Tarō glanced at him.

But Junka Hoshino wasn't someone who was so easily distracted.

She carefully recalled everything that had happened here … — — Before Tarō Tarō and Jirō Tarō, no sword, fu Mourning God had told her that he had her spiritual energy in his body from the beginning.

Starting from Tsuru Maru and Sanchū, to the most recent Candlestick Cutter and Jirō Tarō, all of them were successfully summoned by her by injecting spiritual energy (and even blood).

The only difference was …

This was the location.

"Hall of Tarō." Junka raised her head and asked, "Have you been in Retian Shrine all this time?"

"…"

"Palace Tarō?"

Tarō Tarō sighed softly. "Master, you don't have to call me and Jiro that way … Well, we have been living in this decaying palace for as long as we can remember being 'humans'."

As for his previous memories, they were merely memories of him being used, collected, and worshipped as a saber … That was all.

Hearing this answer, Chun Xia pursed her lips.

She shook her head and decided to put this question to the back of her mind for the time being. She would think about it when she had the time.

"Your Highness Jiro … No, I'm sorry, Jiro."

Under Jirō Tarō's gaze, Junka Hoshino decisively changed her words and asked, "What do you mean when you said that you've been trapped here for a long time?"

"Ah, it means that we've been in this hall ever since we came out." Jiro stood up boldly and drew his katana.

In the spacious room, a series of familiar rumbling noises came from it.

"Well, just like now, the enemy can come in from the outside, but we can't get out. Occasionally, it'll be quiet for a few days without anyone coming, but sometimes, it'll be these guys all day long."

Junka remembered.

These were … the people who "swore to eliminate all foreign objects in history"?

Why would they come here?!

Tarō Tarō stood up and gave Junka a view of his tall back.

"Tarō …"

"Master, these people call themselves Inspectors of Disobedience. They're very powerful, please be careful."

"Ah, yes!"

Junka, who was protected by two large katanas, suppressed her confusion for a long time but still could not hide it. She quietly stretched her head out to take a look.

What …???!

It must be a lie …

Junka clenched her fists. Her face was pale and full of disbelief.