Those days in Honmaru

It's strange how the whole world has changed since he's been here.

Originally, I thought that if he was there, taking away a little bit of his spiritual power would not affect his body, and would allow me to have a physical body faster, so that I could go to the outside world sooner.

I don't know why, but I always fail to do it.

Obviously just a human child...

- Tsurumaru's diary

Perhaps because the shrine was built on the top of the mountain, the dawn here came very early, and at the same time, because it was too remote, there was not even a single resident nearby, so it was extraordinarily quiet.

Soon, the sun climbed from the horizon to high altitude, and the sunlight directly shined into the house through the windows, emitting enough warmth to urge those lying on the bed to get up quickly.

Natsume in his sleep could faintly feel the light, but the uncontrollable exhaustion from the depths of his body and mind made him instinctively not want to wake up, so he shrank his body down and continued to sleep.

"……sleep……?"

Natsume vaguely heard someone talking beside him, and something touched his shoulder. He stretched out his hand and waved it to the side, then loosened his hand weakly, and leaned against the pillow. Natsume held this position again. For once it didn't move.

"Not yet...how long..."

This person kept muttering at the side, seeing that Natsume didn't respond, he continued to reach out and poke Natsume's shoulder, with an attitude of never giving up.

"Hmm..." Natsume frowned slightly. If he couldn't get rid of the other party, he had to think of a way. He pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself and his head tightly, turned over and continued to sleep.

Now that person is out of luck, Natsume crossed this thought in his mind, tried to change himself into a better position under the quilt, and then, he felt his hand touched something hard and cold.

It happened to be a little too hot in the bed, so he carried the thing into his arms without any hassle.

"Ah……!"

There was another sound of breathing from the side, and then the man let out a somewhat flustered voice: "Hey! What are you holding that for... let go!"

At the same time, he began to think of a way to pull Natsume's quilt, but his movements were very gentle, so he made no progress after tossing for a long time.

No matter how soundly a person sleeps, he can't stand the constant interruption from the person next to him, not to mention that Natsume is already in a state of half-asleep and half-awake. One thing is: take a deep breath, the quilt is too stuffy!

Then I heard this person sighing, "Why don't you take off your mask when you sleep at night..."

Natsume was yawning in a daze, struggling to open his eyes a little, and through the slit, he vaguely saw an almost pure white figure squatting beside the bed. The posture was exactly the same as that day in the Nura group. Fully awake, smiling with squinted eyes.

Tsurumaru gave up fighting against the ball of quilt when Natsume was moving, and squatted on the side of the bed with one hand supporting his head. Seeing Natsume smirking there, he said slowly: "Don't just laugh, you How long are you going to hold it?"

After being reminded by Tsurumaru, Natsume realized it, looked down, and was suddenly embarrassed.

He hugged the white Taidao inlaid with golden decorations tightly, and the originally cold scabbard was almost warmed by him.

Natsume silently let go of the knife on the bed, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, but for some reason, a sentence flashed in his mind: "Fu Sangshen's feelings are connected with their bodies..."

Natsume shook his head, shook off the random thoughts just now, yawned again, and was about to get up and change clothes.

When he was about to take off his clothes, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and when he turned his head, Tsurumaru was sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at him.

Although Tsurumaru does not yet have a fully human appearance, Natsume clearly felt that he and Tsurumaru looked at each other, and both of them were silent for a few seconds. Natsume blinked, grabbed the Taidao and walked out, and Tsurumaru was forced to follow went outside.

Natsume casually leaned the Taidao against the wall, and Tsurumaru crossed his arms and looked at Natsume amusedly: "Oh, you don't want me to see it that much?"

As he spoke, he approached Natsume, and whispered in Natsume's ear, "If I have a real body, I'd welcome you to see it~"

Natsume pushed Tsurumaru away without saying a word, turned back to the house and closed the door fiercely, and then heaved a sigh of relief, feeling his face was a little hot, and couldn't help but read: "This person is still It really hasn't changed for hundreds of years."

-

By the time Natsume walked out with Tsurumaru, it was almost noon, and the scent was wafting from the kitchen again on time.

Natsume walked there and said curiously: "Speaking of which, who has been cooking for me, I can't find anyone every time."

"Hehe." Tsurumaru chuckled lightly, "Who said those are human?"

Natsume stopped, turned to look at Tsurumaru, a little surprised: "Those? Do you know them?"

"Well, they are all little monsters who are protected by that priestess and used as shikigami. If you are timid, you dare to go to the door of the main hall at most, and there is no reply when you talk to them."

Listening to what he said, Natsume thought to herself that the witch should be referring to Kikyo.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Natsume yawned again, and Tsurumaru patted him on the back, helping Natsume to wake him up, slightly confused: "I remember wrongly or something, as a human being, are you too lethargic? Are you tired?"

"Hmm..." Natsume's voice dropped, he reached out to touch the mask involuntarily, the things touched by his fingers seemed to have merged with him, it should be said that he was already used to wearing a mask like this.

"It should be the sequelae of that." Natsume explained to Tsurumaru: "A little thing happened before I came here. In short, Miss Miko took me to this shrine, saying that it is safe here, and even put this mask that can stabilize the soul. Gave it to me."

Tsurumaru paused for a moment, then repeated, "Fix the soul? What's going on?"

Thinking of what happened at that time, Natsume replied helplessly, "I accidentally got tricked. I never thought that such a little girl would be a monster, and also have the ability to attack souls."

"Hey, hey... As a god judge, you should be more careful about monsters. You don't need to remind Fusangshen of this." Tsurumaru also said helplessly to Natsume: "You are really too young, and you haven't learned much. Can you tell the difference between monsters?"

Natsume recalled the experience of mistaking youkai for people many times since he was a child, and decided to skip this topic. Seeing his reaction, Tsurumaru secretly laughed.

Natsume felt a little guilty, and muttered, "It's not my fault...that girl has no evil spirit at all, and her sense of existence is very weak, and she feels like she will lose her place even if she blinks."

Tsurumaru leaned against the table, watched Natsume adjust his mask, hang it on his face at an angle, revealing a small half of his face for himself to eat, the whole process was very skillful.Tsurumaru rubbed his chin, feeling that the other party didn't just start wearing a mask recently.

Then he pretended to be casual and asked: "Then what does the monster that hurt you look like?"

"Huh?" Natsume looked up at him, his eyes were filled with the meaning of "Why are you asking this?", but Natsume still responded cooperatively: "A little girl who looks about ten years old, with white clothes and white hair. Wearing a white hair flower, she also has a mirror, and that's the mirror she used to attack me."

"According to Miss Miko's analysis, she suspects that the girl sucked her soul into the mirror, maybe destroying the mirror can release the soul, although I'm not sure..."

"Otherwise, I'll help you deal with her." Tsurumaru said surprisingly.

"Huh?" Xia Mu was really stunned.

Tsurumaru pointed to himself, and his tone was a little proud: "I am also a Fusangshen, so I can help to some extent, and the ability to attack the soul is useless against the Sangshen, after all, the body is a sword. "

Then he laughed again after he finished speaking, "But if I want to help, I have to wait for a while. After I have completely condensed into a human form and become a real Fusangshen, the barrier on the main body will not be good to me at that time." It works, you can go anywhere you want, and I can still protect you."

Natsume also laughed, the other party's words sounded more like they were saying, take him out to see the world after he takes shape.It is indeed too lonely to stay in such a deserted place alone.

"Maybe the matter will be settled before you appear on the stage." Natsume said intentionally, "I have many reliable friends, such as red-clothed and white-haired half-demons, trainee witches, mages, exorcists, and little monsters. Miss Miko also said that she would help..."

Natsume's words suddenly stopped, and he stood there in a daze. At a very far distance from him, several auras that he had been yearning for day and night suddenly appeared, and only a moment later, those auras became illusory again, making it difficult for Natsume to catch to their location.

Natsume ignored Tsurumaru and ran out of the kitchen.

"Hey! What's wrong with you!" Because the main body was left on the table, Tsurumaru could only move to the door at most. When he saw Natsume staring up at the sky blankly, he also looked up.

There was a flash above the shrine. It was a hidden barrier covering the entire shrine and even the entire mountaintop. It existed before Tsurumaru was sent here.

Tsurumaru felt that Natsume was looking at this enchantment again, but Tsurumaru didn't understand what was wrong with this enchantment, and then he heard Natsume murmuring faintly: "They are here..."

"finally……"

-

Natsume managed to regain his composure, he could feel the connection between himself and the Fusangshen, but because the distance is too far and the barrier of the shrine, this connection is intermittent, presumably it is difficult for them Find your bearings.

But at least Natsume feels like she's got the most hopeful momentum possible.

Then he turned his head, looked at Fu Sangshen who was leaning against the door, with a strange expression on his face, and said to him: "... Maybe... You really helped me a lot, maybe..."

Even though there was only a momentary breath, Natsume could easily tell who they were, Tsukami Munekin, Hikakiri, Kagemaru, Fudo Yukimitsu, Smiling Aoe, and... Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was supposed to be right in front of his eyes.

Natsume is just a little hard to understand, why does Tsurumaru appear in two places at the same time?

Should it be...?

A thought flashed through Natsume's mind, and his face turned pale instantly.

"...?" Tsurumaru couldn't understand what Natsume was saying at this time, but the other party's mood change was obvious, he tilted his head and crossed his arms, "Did something happen?"

"...That's right!" Natsume relied on the mask, Tsurumaru couldn't see the difference in himself, and tried to speak in a happy tone, "My most important family member came to see me, and it shouldn't be long. pick me up."

When Tsurumaru heard this, his mood was a bit complicated, and he whispered, "That's it, congratulations, you can leave here soon."

His voice was so low that Natsume couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and looked at him suspiciously, "What did you say?"

Tsurumaru shook his head, resumed his usual tone and changed the subject, "By the way, would you like to tell me about the outside world first? Me, staying here is too boring."

"Of course." Natsume told Qibao about these stories before, and when he heard Tsurumaru's request, he agreed, "Speaking of which, I seem to have found something else..."

-

At night, there was a lot of paper piled up on the table, inkstones and the like had been put away, and a lot of words were written on the paper.On the other side of the table, there are still a lot of newly drawn talisman papers, and the cinnabar used for drawing talismans is also placed there.

Natsume had been busy all day, and now she was lying quietly on the bed and fell asleep.

Tsurumaru carefully collected and sorted the papers, but didn't look at them.

He wanted to watch it, but it was a pity that Natsume had said early in the morning that this was his "diary" and his privacy, if he peeked at it, he would never talk to him again.

As for wanting Natsume to tell him the story outside, it was just an excuse, Tsurumaru just wanted this person to spend more time on him.

Before those "important family members" come to pick him up, a little more time is good, I want to talk to him, and I want to know more about this person.

"Speaking of which, his family... are all Token Fusangshen?" Tsurumaru frowned, glanced at the sleeping Natsume, lost in thought.

For 50 years, since the witch who occasionally talked to him also left this shrine, this was the only person who appeared in front of him, talked to him, and agreed to take him out of here.If those family members want to take him away directly, will this person remember to abide by the agreement?

No, this agreement is actually not important, what is important is that he hopes that this person can always remember him, even if they are far away, he can still think of him.

After this idea popped up, Tsurumaru couldn't think of anything else.

He casually glanced at the table, suddenly laughed, reached out to pick up a brush, dipped some cinnabar, and walked towards Natsume, the target: a pure white fox mask.

"Leave a mark for you~"

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to write a chapter about Natsume here, and another chapter about Honmaru Fusangshin, but it's a bit difficult to write two lines at the same time...

I decided to finish writing Natsume's here first and then Fusangshin's!