The purchase rate for the V badge was 50%.

Only the little angels who didn't reach the ratio would see the anti-theft badge. It was a dilapidated house. The door creaked in the wind in the forest.

It was surrounded by wild grass. The mottled traces on the walls revealed the fact that it was old and abandoned.

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Junka Hoshino went around the house.

She tried to move forward.

She looked for a way out.

However, the vegetation in front of her was too dense. It was impossible for humans to pass through.

Not only the front, but other than the place where she came from, no one could pass through.

Junka Hoshino had no choice but to enter the house.

She covered her mouth and nose.

She cautiously pushed the door open. A gust of wind blew past. The dust in the house mixed with the smell of decay rushed into her face, forcing her to take a few steps back.

She stood at the door and waited quietly for a while. After making sure that the situation just now wouldn't happen again,

Junka Hoshino walked in.

As soon as she entered the house,

She stopped again.

"So many swords."

Looking at the broken blades on the ground, she had a strange feeling in her heart. This feeling was vague and fleeting,

But it seemed similar to the feeling she had when she learned that her parents had passed away.

Junka Hoshino couldn't help but feel puzzled.

... Puzzled?

Junka Hoshino frowned.

She reluctantly found an empty space.

She sat down cross-legged.

She held her chin and stared blankly at the scattered swords.

Even in a museum,

There weren't so many swords... She recalled the scene when her parents took her to a museum when she was young.

Junka Hoshino couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. Could it be that she had returned to the Warring States period?

She picked up the knife in front of her.

This was a rare unbroken knife of One Vibration.

The blade was about two feet and five inches long. The word "Guoyong" was vaguely engraved on it. The emblem on the hilt was a crane. It was exquisite and beautiful.

"It looks like the JAL logo. It's quite fashionable," Junka Hoshino muttered.

The knife vibrated abnormally.

"... Oh, it can still move."

As if to comfort him, Junka Hoshino added, "Don't worry, your tattoo looks much better than the JAL logo."

Junka Hoshino had always believed in the saying, "Everything has a spirit, and wherever it goes, there is a god." Perhaps it was because of her family's influence, or perhaps it was because of her experience of worshiping the shrine when she was young.

Because she was born without emotions, she was not afraid of the strange scene of the saber vibrating inexplicably. Instead, she was a little happy.

"Ever since I came to this place, I've been feeling strange emotions from time to time. It's something I've never felt before."

Junka Hoshino said seriously to the knife, "After coming to this house, the hazy emotions became more obvious.

I seem to have experienced the words' puzzlement 'and' happiness' in the dictionary.

Are there any others?

For example, surprise, fear and so on. "

The saber vibrated again, as if it was responding to her words.

Chun Xia said to herself, "However, I've read a lot of books in any case.

If I'm not mistaken, you're a royal summon, Tsurumaru Kuninaga … But why are you here? "

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was an ancient sword born in the Heian period, a sharp sword used in actual combat during the Kamakura period, and a famous sword treasured during the Warring States period. It should be kept in the Imperial Palace.

"By the way, Fox's Assistance once told me that Tsurumaru Kuninaga, as the Fu Mourning God of Swords, is handsome, lively, and likes to scare people.

So, will you also become a Fu Mourning God like him?

— — Accompany me and fight for me. "

She asked in a serious tone.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, whose identity was exposed, was as quiet as a chicken.

Junka Hoshino was not disappointed that she did not get a response. She repeated the same trick and carefully touched the other swords. However, she did not receive any response from the One Vibration Sword.

She could only return to Tsuru Maru's side and continue to be in a daze.

She was quiet, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga vibrated again, unwilling to give up.

"I can't understand what you're saying based on your frequency, please give up." Junka Hoshino calmly advised.

It was dark, and the temperature in the forest plummeted. The ubiquitous wind passed through the gaps in the houses, taking away the remaining warmth.

Junka Hoshino and Tsurumaru Kuninaga sat facing each other for a long time. Only when she heard a rumbling sound from her stomach did she remember that it was time to eat.

"I'm going out to find something to eat."

Junka Hoshino stood up and glanced sideways at Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Tsurumaru Kuninaga weakly vibrated.

"Then I'll take you with me."

Junka Hoshino held the hilt of the sword and said seriously, "Please protect me, my initial sword."

Although Fox's Assistance seemed to have said that generally speaking, the initial swords of the inquisitors were Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga. However, desperate times call for desperate measures. Since the only sword that responded to her was Tsurumaru Kuninaga, then Tsurumaru Kuninaga should be her initial sword.

It was a very valuable initial sword.

Junka Hoshino led Tsuru Maru out of the wooden house. The cold wind made her shiver.

She hesitated for a moment, but still chose the path she came from.

"I remember that the trees along the way bear fruit. I've read about it in a book. It's not poisonous and can be used to satisfy my hunger."

As for why she dared to come out of the house and take the risk to pick fruit, it was probably because, apart from the two groups of people she met on the way here — people who made her feel dangerous and uncomfortable — the air in this forest was very pure and made her feel very safe.

With the help of the moonlight, Junka Hoshino observed the trees on both sides and successfully found the kind of fruit she needed.

She stood on tiptoe, picked what she thought was the biggest fruit, and took a bite.

It was a little sour, but she could swallow it.

Thinking this, she picked a few more fruits and hugged them in her arms. Then, she planned to return to the small wooden house to rest.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was quietly playing dead in her hands, suddenly shook, and each time it shook stronger than the last.

Junka Hoshino blinked and turned around.

The sharp tip of the sword was only a thumb's distance away from her.

The attacker wasn't anyone she saw during the day, but a strange person wearing a ronin hat and emitting visible black gas.

It didn't seem to be accurate to call him a human, because although he had a human body, he had toes like a western dragon's claw.

His face was mostly covered by the ronin hat. Only the corners of his mouth were curved into a ferocious arc, and a pair of blue-purple eyes could be seen.

"Hey, look who I found."

Junka Hoshino looked in the direction of the voice. The masked warrior in armor, who she met during the day, was steadily riding on a horse, looking at her condescendingly. "Originally, I just wanted to test the strength of the experimental subject, but I didn't expect to catch a small fish. It's an unexpected little surprise."

As he spoke, he seemed to have seen something unexpected and made a sound of surprise.

"Interesting." He said, "The sword in your hand is Tsurumaru Kuninaga, right? Where did it come from?

It hasn't been destroyed yet? "

Junka Hoshino didn't say a word. She just clenched the sword in her hand.