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Until they were soaking in the boiling hot spring water,

On the first day of This Pill, his two companions had to wash and change their clothes halfway through the process,

They were still excitedly recalling that scene:

"Whoosh — —" I was so scared that I thought something big was going to happen!

In the end, it didn't explode!! "

"You sound a little disappointed."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga beside him took out a bottle of coke from somewhere. He smiled and shook it vigorously in his hand. Then, he pretended to twist the cap off the bottle,

"Why don't you try again?"

"What was that sound again?

Whoosh — — "?"

Koyazufumi and the Five Tigers Retreat, who were soaking in the same pool as Tsurumaru Kuninaga, subconsciously stepped back.

"Yes, yes!

That's the sound! "

Mutsuo Moriyoshi, who was not nervous at all, moved closer to the white-haired Taitō with shining eyes and nodded heavily,

"That... Mr. He, can I twist it?"

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows,

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes revealed a hint of cunning, "You've already played once. Why should I give you the chance?"

"Please!

I really want to try it one more time! "

The black-haired Taitō clasped his hands together,

He raised them in front of him and pleaded sincerely.

However, before Tsurumaru Kuninaga could reply,

A large hand suddenly attacked his head from behind,

Pressing him directly into the water.

Because he was caught off guard,

Mutsuo Moriyoshi choked on a few mouthfuls of water,

He dived out of the water with wet hair.

"Who plotted against me?!"

He turned around aggressively and met the incomparably calm gaze of Tarō Tarō, who had just entered the pool, and immediately shut up.

"Tsuru Maru, it's shameful to waste food."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the bathtub.

The Fu Mourning God soaking in the pool were shocked,

They all looked towards the entrance.

They saw that in the dense fog,

A slender figure was approaching from afar,

Facing the gazes of the crowd.

He calmly entered the pool with the most people and took the cola from Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

"Mas, Master … So, so beautiful …"

Under the towel of the Five Tigers Retreat, her face turned red as she muttered to herself.

He uttered the unspoken words of the other Fu Mourning God.

This was the first time The Inquisitor had been honest with all the swords.

Ten seconds was a short period of time, but the effect was immediate. It directly updated the image of The Inquisitor in the perception of the swords.

The Inquisitor had a delicate and beautiful appearance, but a thin and frail figure. Apart from the occasional intimidating aura, most of the time, she was pretty.

However, in the eyes of swords and sabers made of steel, he was just a weak scholar who could not even truss a chicken.

Even Candlestick Tachibana, who had seen the strong side of the Inquisitor in the arena, could not help but take two more spoonfuls of the Inquisitor's "thin and frail" appearance.

Even he was like this, let alone the other Fu Mourning God who had never seen The Inquisitor's strength.

Just now, The Inquisitor removed the cover.

Under the moonlight, the faintly discernible body was still not strong, but the skin was white and translucent, and the lines were smooth and beautiful. The muscles attached to the bones were thin and strong, and the lines were clear. It was brimming with the pure beauty of life and was full of the source of strength. It had nothing to do with the "frailty" hidden under the "thin and frail" appearance.

He twisted the cap, raised his head, and drank the liquid in the bottle.

A drop of hot sweat seeped out from his sideburns and returned to the scalding hot water at his collarbone as his Adam's apple slid up and down.

The ends of his black curly hair brushed against his slightly flushed cheeks. He took the bottle away, lowered his head, and licked the corner of his mouth as if he hadn't had enough. The tip of his pink tongue nimbly moved between his teeth.

Yamamochi, Gokusen, and the others who saw this scene felt their mouths go dry. They only felt that the water was too hot, so hot that it made their heads swell, and they did not know what was going on.

The hot spring suddenly quieted down.

Ji Kai did not know what was going on. Just as he was about to ask, Ryo Takaya and Jin Fuguang, who had just finished showering, joined the group in the hot spring.

"Come, come, come!

Come here! "

The hospitable Mutsuo Moriyoshi pointed to the seat next to him. "I heard from Ah-Sen that you are from Japan?

Have you heard of the name Sakamoto Ryoma? "

"What about Date Kung?" Candlestick Tachibana also leaned over with interest.

"And Sokawa-sama!" Gokusen Kanazane added.

My swords are so well-behaved ~

The black-haired young man silently looked at the circle of words that had been formed around Tatsuya and Jin Fuguang.

His social evaluation score was quite high, but the sentences used for basic communication were only suitable for the nodding acquaintances of the 23rd century.

If he wanted to get familiar with them quickly, he needed someone to take the initiative to talk. This was an unattractive choice for Ji Kai.

He leaned against the side of the pool and felt the heat seeping through his pores. He could not help but smile.

In The Sims, if he wanted to soak in the hot spring, he had to make time.

But here, not only were there fresh and delicious food, handsome men of all styles, but there was also a hot spring that he could soak in when he went downstairs. Ji Kai, who had the lazy cancer, sighed again. He did not live in the comfortable and luxurious penthouse of the Three Mishunos and chose to live in the narrow second floor of This Pill. It was actually a very wise decision.

Speaking of the Three Mishunos … Ji Kai opened his eyes and looked for someone in his apartment in the fog.

Found him!

Cut Long Hasebe did not fit in at all. He was soaking in another pool alone, motionless as if he was in a daze. He completely disregarded The Inquisitor's efforts in bringing him to the hot spring party.

Ji Kai sighed.

Facing this Fu Mourning God who was undoubtedly hurt by his previous master, he was completely helpless.

Even though Ji Kai had told his subordinates to "trust me with all your heart" when he entered the room, Ji Kai knew very well that for some of the Death Gods Fu who were introverted and had rather heavy thoughts, their goal would be very long and difficult. Ji Kai was someone who had nothing to do with being gentle and attentive.

So troublesome.

So troublesome.

So troublesome.

But since it was his sword, it was his responsibility. He could not just leave it alone …

And you took advantage of it.

A small person suddenly appeared in the depths of his heart and added this sentence.

Please don't mention it!

Ji Kai felt even more guilty.

He sighed again, resigned to his fate, and got up from the pool. He picked up a towel and wiped the water droplets off his body. Then, he took a few steps and walked into his private pool that was shrouded in his dark aura under Cut Long Hasebe's astonished gaze.

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"Aren't you going to chat with everyone?" In the drifting fog, the black-haired young man turned his head to him and asked with a smile.

Cut Long Hasebe felt as if he had hardened into a rock. His limbs were so heavy that he could not move at all.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the rippling water, "There's nothing to chat about."

"Oh?"

The Inquisitor made this sound playfully, then paused and softly murmured in thought, as if he was looking for a topic to talk about.

"They're talking about their previous master.

Hasebe, what about you?

Who was your previous master? "

The gray-haired blade was silent. His cold side profile did not change.

After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes and replied, "My name … Cut Long Hasebe. Strange, isn't it?"

"My previous master couldn't forgive the teahouse owner's mistake, so he cut the shed where the teahouse owner hid and named it after him … My previous master was such a man …" Fu Mourning God whispered, "The guy named Oda Nobunaga."

"Oda Nobunaga?" Ji Kai repeated with interest.

Ever since he traveled through time, he had never passed his history exam. However, as someone who loved to fight, he still had some recollection of this name. "He seems to have something to do with Candlestick Cutting's master?"

"When Oda Nobunaga seized the world, he was still a kid," Cut Long Hasebe said disdainfully.

The Divine Inquisitor, who had detected something else in the conversation, smiled without batting an eyelid and did not continue the topic.

He leaned back and looked at Hasebe's body. "When I carried you back from the battlefield, Candlestick Cutting once asked me a question."

Fu Mourning God, who had drifted a little because of the topic of his previous master, became nervous again when he heard the keyword.

The Inquisitor glanced at him knowingly.

"'Can the Dark Fall be reversed?' — he asked."

"Hasebe, this answer, are you … interested?"

The black-haired young man stretched out his wet hand and stroked his hair back.

"…"

The Dark Fall Blade still had his head down. The scene in his mind turned back to the outdoor picnic more than an hour ago.

The outdoor picnic ended with food wrappers and empty beverage bottles scattered all over the ground.

This Pill now had Nine Vibrations Sword and three guests. Except for Tarō Tarō, who was indifferent to the food, the rest were all entertained by The Inquisitor's snacks until their stomachs bulged.

Mutsuo Moriyoshi and Tsurumaru Kuninaga were needless to say.

One of them was a big eater, and those who tried to eat it would be killed instantly by him at the speed of light; the other was a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, tasting two bites of each before finally settling on chocolate truffles. They were the biggest producers of garbage.

As for Candlestick Tachibana and Gokusen Kanazane, who were good at cooking, one had the consciousness of a chef, and the other had an inexplicable sense of responsibility for the Lord's diet. The two of them worked together and quickly figured out a set of research models that focused on selection, careful tasting, preservation, and development.

The Five Tigers Retreat was responsible for dealing with the various snacks opened by Tsurumaru Kuninaga. As for Koyazufumi, who had the advantage of location, every snack was personally fed by the young man. Even if he didn't like it or didn't want to eat it, he still had to eat a few bites out of respect.

In this snack exhibition where everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, there were actually a few exceptions.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who was sprayed with cola by Mutsuo Moriyoshi, needed to leave midway to clean up. Before he got up, he glanced in the direction of Cut Long Hasebe a few times.

The gray-haired blade naturally noticed his gaze, but he didn't want to respond.

"Hasebe, you go with Yamamochi and prepare everyone for the hot spring."

At the last moment, The Inquisitor, who couldn't stand it anymore, contributed a little.

Cut Long Hasebe, who was huddled in the corner, slowly got up and walked out of the picnic mat. He walked in the direction of the bathroom with Yamamochi.

The two, one in front and one behind, walked for half the distance in silence.

When they were about to reach their destination, the blond blade stopped and finally spoke.

"Chang, Hasebe …"

"…"

The gray-haired Fu Mourning God continued to walk forward without looking sideways. After a few sentences, he had already passed Yamamochi Kokuhiro's original position.

"You, you … yesterday, you, moved, moved to …"

The towel obtained from Candlestick Tachibana to wipe off the dirt hung down on the side of the blade's face, covering Yamamochi's worried eyes.

"My lord's … apartment in the modern world?"

Everything was difficult at the beginning. After the first sentence, Yamamochi Kokuhiro finally stopped stuttering. "… How … is it?"

Since the topic involved The Inquisitor, Hasebe had to stop.

This "how is it?" was the condensation of Yamamochi's deep thoughts, questions, and concerns.

But when he said it out loud, it was really just a few simple pronunciations without any additional meaning.

Cut Long Hasebe was very smart and very good at reading people's expressions, but this characteristic was usually carried forward by The Inquisitor.

At this moment, the blade, who was used to being alone and silent, answered matter-of-factly, "It's very big and spacious."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro looked at his back and couldn't help but clench his fists.

This kind of specious answer was completely perfunctory.

He still remembered Hasebe's painful and declining appearance in the Inquisitor's Room last night. He couldn't help but wonder if, by chance, the suffering that should have happened to him was borne by another person instead of him.

He clenched his teeth as guilt and self-blame gnawed at him. He subconsciously took a step forward and raised his voice.