Those days in Honmaru

Is there really nothing wrong with such a choice?

——Natsume's Diary

The days at the shrine passed quickly, and it had been almost a month since Natsume came to the shrine. During this period, he would notice the movements of the fusangshen from time to time.

They didn't come in their own direction, but were moving fast to another place. Natsume guessed that they wanted to deal with that monster. The reason might be very simple...

"...Hello!" Natsume was gently shaken, his chaotic brain began to function again, and then he realized that he had fallen asleep again at some point, and with the help of the person beside him, he tried to open his eyes .

In front of him is Tsurumaru whose body has been solidified a lot, and his face can be roughly seen, his pale golden eyes are staring at him without blinking.

After a long time, Natsume felt that his consciousness was much clearer. He turned his head slightly and saw that he was leaning on Tsurumaru's body, and the white sword that was always with him fell to the ground at some point.

"Sorry... I accidentally dropped it..." Natsume tried to reach for the sword, but Tsurumaru grabbed it back, "You should take care of yourself."

This is true, Natsume felt that it took all the strength in his body just to open his eyes.In fact, since Natsume lost most of his soul, his physical condition has gradually deteriorated. At first, he was just chills, and later developed into lethargy, and even now he often falls asleep uncontrollably.

"It's okay, I don't care." Natsume yawned, stood up quickly, and picked up the sword.

Tsurumaru frowned and glanced at him, didn't say anything, but helped to pack up other things.

Originally, Natsume and Tsurumaru were chatting outside in the shade of a tree. Natsume was still writing with a pen and paper, but suddenly stopped in the middle of writing. Tsurumaru thought he was thinking about something, who knew that Natsume As soon as the hand holding the pen was loosened, the whole person was tilted and almost fell to the ground.

Tsurumaru was busy trying to grab Natsume, but accidentally touched the knife on the table.

Tsurumaru handed the stack of papers to Natsume, Natsume secretly flipped through the papers and glanced at Tsurumaru, guessing that Tsurumaru would not look at it, so he said to him: "It's getting late, let's go back .”

"Yeah, it just so happens that the sun is about to set." Tsurumaru responded, staring at the sword on Natsume's waist, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Did he just touch the main body?

A little far behind Natsume and Tsurumaru, a purple butterfly followed them silently.

-

Humans are really fragile.

Tsurumaru stood beside Natsume's bed, watching him fall into a deep sleep, this sentence flashed in his mind for some reason.

He knew from the very beginning that Natsume was not in good health, but he never imagined that this person had already become so weak in such a short period of time.

Tsurumaru looked at him and murmured, "What should I do..."

Suddenly, he sensed another breath in the room, turned around quickly, only to find a purple butterfly hovering in front of him, Tsurumaru lowered his voice and said, "What are you doing here, just like everyone else?" Can't you just stay outside honestly?"

The purple butterfly turned in a circle and flickered in mid-air, turning into a purple-haired girl. The butterfly was resting in her hair at this moment.

The girl was a little scared when she saw Tsurumaru, but she still said, "I'm the Butterfly Spirit, that... we found that Master Onmyoji didn't look very good, so we thought... we wanted to come and see him."

"...There is no need for monsters to come and see him." Tsurumaru was in a bad mood, and his tone was terrible. Although it was a harmless little monster, Tsurumaru just wanted to make sure that there was nothing that might hurt him. people approach.

Butterfly Jing didn't notice Tsurumaru's attitude, but continued to say: "However, Lord Onmyoji's spiritual power has been overflowing, if he continues like this, he will die!"

"Shut up!" Tsurumaru glanced at Butterfly Spirit, "...you'd better get out of here as soon as possible, and don't appear in front of me again."

Butterfly trembled, she felt the murderous look in Tsurumaru's eyes that belonged exclusively to Token Fusangshen, and knew that if she was provoking the other party, she was probably asking for trouble, she gave Natsume a look unwillingly, and turned back again. The butterfly flew out.

After the breath of the butterfly spirit completely disappeared, Tsurumaru turned his gaze to Natsume, and his tense nerves eased a little.

He looked to the other side, the main Taidao was placed on the table at this time, Tsurumaru pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to approach the Taidao, the barrier appeared in an instant, but his hand passed through the barrier freely and held it scabbard.

This means that Tsurumaru is infinitely close to Fusangshen in the true sense.

However, Tsurumaru was not very happy. He approached Natsume and put his hand on Natsume. The white light gradually shifted from Tsurumaru's body to Natsume's body. It looks a little transparent.

After doing this, Tsurumaru sat down against the edge of the bed, looked at his hand and squeezed it tightly.He gave Natsume the power of being Fusangshen, which belongs to the gods. It cannot completely cure Natsume's problem, but it will make Natsume feel better.

"Don't just die like this...my master..."

Tsurumaru closed his eyes, and soon entered into a rare rest, so he missed Natsume who was behind him, struggling to open his eyes and look at him.

"Tsuramaru..."

-

For Natsume, the peaceful days have passed long enough.

This day, Natsume suddenly woke up from a dream. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that it was still very early. This was the first time in a long time that Natsume woke up so early by himself. He propped himself up and sat up, trying to make a fist. A considerable amount of strength surged out of my body at some point.

At the same time, the auras of Fu Sangshen who hadn't been sensed for a long time also suddenly appeared, and they were already very close to where he was.

This completely different feeling gave Natsume a warning, he understood that he had to let this end today.

Natsume turned his head and could see Tsurumaru's body. Sure enough, it was not his illusion. Tsurumaru's body turned back to the translucent appearance when they first met, and even faded.

Natsume immediately understood that Tsurumaru used his own strength to help him in his current state. It would be fine if Tsurumaru had become a god, but for the current Tsurumaru, this approach would hurt him very much .

His movement was quickly noticed by Tsurumaru who was resting aside, he walked over quickly, held Natsume's shoulder and asked: "Are you okay, I don't have a lot of sleep this time, if you are tired, you can take a rest." It doesn't matter."

Natsume kept looking at Tsurumaru, Natsume was worried as much as this person cared about him.

Tsurumaru will always do things that surprise him. Tsurumaru is different from Natsume. For Tsurumaru, they have only known each other for more than half a month, and he can make such a choice for Natsume.

What about later?

Natsume didn't want to guess what Tsurumaru would do at all.

Therefore, he made a decision, what he should do after learning that the Fusangshen had come to this era.

Natsume said softly: "Today, I have something I want to tell you."

-

Without saying a word, Natsume took Tsurumaru's body sword and walked towards the main hall, and Tsurumaru followed behind him, suddenly having a bad premonition in his heart.

Tsurumaru walked a few steps quickly, leaned close to Natsume, and deliberately said in a brisk tone: "What's the matter? Do you want to write a diary in a different place today?"

Natsume didn't answer, and walked all the way to the depths of the main hall, where Tsurumaru's body was originally placed.

Natsume looked at the knife rest, raised the Taidao to his eyes again, looked at it reluctantly for a while, and then solemnly put it on the knife rest.

Tsurumaru watched Natsume's movements, clenched his fists, and said in a trembling voice, "What do you mean by putting the knife here?"

"That's what you mean." Natsume couldn't bear to look at Tsurumaru, he closed his eyes and said, "You have to stay here."

"Ha..." Tsurumaru seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't laugh at all, and said in a low voice, "Have you forgotten, I'm Fusangshen, and the barrier on my body won't be able to affect me soon, It's useless for you to put me here."

"...You gave me your power at night, don't you think I really don't know?" Natsume stretched out his hand to touch Tsurumaru, but retracted halfway, and was caught by Tsurumaru Grab it.

Natsume looked at Tsurumaru, the shadow of Fusangshen in front of him looked a little lighter than in the morning, "If you continue like this, you won't even be able to gather this shadow, so I can't let you stay with me anymore... ..."

"I don't care!" Tsurumaru grabbed Natsume's hand tightly, "What I care about is that I want to stay by your side, and you know that!"

Natsume continued to shake his head, he looked at Tsurumaru, and suddenly pulled out a piece of talisman paper from his arms with his empty hand, and then the blue and white chains came out from the ground, trapping the unprepared Tsurumaru firmly in place, grabbing his hand was also forced to loosen.

"……you!"

Tsurumaru looked at Natsume in shock, but Natsume looked more uncomfortable than him, and he was speechless again.

Natsume put the diary he wrote during the time at the shrine next to the knife holder, "Don't you always want to see what I wrote, I said before that this is a secret, but now, you can read it anytime. "

And Tsurumaru didn't even want to give the diary half a look, he stared at Natsume, "...you don't think about doing this from then on, do you?"

Natsume didn't answer, and then he did something that Tsurumaru couldn't have imagined at all. He took off his fox mask and put it beside the knife holder, then raised his head to look at Tsurumaru, and smiled slightly.

Tsurumaru felt that he was going crazy, "What are you doing taking off the mask, don't you have to wear it because your soul is damaged?!"

"I just think it has to be put here." Natsume didn't care about the feeling of weakness after taking off the mask. He even joked, "This is our first meeting in the true sense."

Tsurumaru stared at Natsume without blinking, as if wanting to engrave Natsume's appearance in his mind, and suddenly said: "...You are not right, this doesn't look like something you would do, is it Isn't it related to what you said before, that you came through time and space?"

Natsume's eyes widened, and she looked at Tsurumaru in surprise.

Tsurumaru smiled wryly: "After you told me about it that day, I roughly guessed that you would return to your time and space one day, but I didn't expect you to decide to do so so soon."

Natsume closed her eyes fiercely, "Yes..."

He paused, and continued: "You may not understand what I say next, but you must remember."

"As a god judge, I have always failed, but the most important rule must be protected, that is, the order of time and space must be maintained, and history must not be destroyed."

Tsurumaru listened carefully to every word Natsume said, carefully writing it down.

"I wrote a lot of things in that diary, remember to read it." Natsume said while hesitantly said, "I'm not sure about some things, so I didn't write them down. Just do what you think."

Then he shook his head and changed his words: "It's better to do everything according to your own ideas. Just take those as a reference and read it as a story."

Natsume talked a lot intermittently, but Tsurumaru didn't interrupt, he had stopped struggling, he kept looking at Natsume until Natsume stopped talking, and then asked softly: "So, according to the history you know, you want me to stay Is it here?"

Natsume bit her lip tightly, her eyes struggling.

Tsurumaru helped Natsume make a decision and reminded: "You are the master I recognize, as long as it is your request, I will definitely do it. Tell me, do you want me to stay here?"

Natsume opened his mouth and answered with difficulty: "...Yes, but this is not my original intention!"

"I know, you are worried that if you don't do this, history will be changed, right?"

Natsume nodded helplessly, this was what he was afraid of, and more importantly, there was a Tsurumaru somewhere outside the shrine.

The existence of the other party reminds him all the time that the Tsurumaru in front of him only belongs to this era, and he can only and must keep him here.

Tsurumaru asked again: "Then, can we meet again in the future?"

"Of course." Natsume put his hand on Tsurumaru's face, then hugged him tightly, and repeated again: "Of course."

Because I am from the future.

"...I will remember this sentence." Tsurumaru hugged Natsume back, he did not know when he broke free from those chains, or those chains did not really want to trap him according to the master's will, He whispered in Natsume's ear: "In this case, before I regret it, let's go."

As he spoke, he pushed Natsume and urged him again pretending to be relaxed: "Let's go, if you don't go, will Fu Sangshen take you away?"

Natsume stood there and suddenly said softly: "If you want to hide from me, you must know my name."

He turned his head and said with indescribably disturbed eyes: "My real name is Natsume Takashi, will you remember it?"

"...Well, forever." Tsurumaru replied in a low voice, the back of the young man in front of him is the same as when they first met, and will be sealed in his memory and will never fade away.

-

Natsume walked out of the main hall slowly, and then closed the door tightly. Then he couldn't lift his strength anymore, and sat down on the ground with his back against the door. He looked at the sky, panting lightly, knowing that Tsurumaru might not hear it But still said: "Now I finally know why you always know so many things..."

"It turns out that the future for me is the past that you have been waiting for and remembering for so long..."

"Also, I'm sorry..."

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The next chapter begins to write Fusangshen's perspective, the time point is when Natsume was just brought to the Warring States Period