Non-Honmaru Inner Honwan [Comprehensive]

The sword man and Saburo looked at the so-called "swordsmith".

It was painted very carefully, the round face painted white and the hair black and shiny.Probably because the producers are used to making female dolls, the makeup on the little puppet's face is very geisha-like, which is far from the purely cute appearance in the vague cognition of the sword man.

"It's made of wood"

Sanlang took the knifemaker and shook it, and when he heard the rustling sound inside, he grabbed the puppet's hand and looked left and right with great interest.

"The clothes are made of cloth—hey, you can still turn your hands."

"Yes. Because I thought it was a 'swordsmith', I made it unnecessary to make the arm rotatable." Akechi Mitsuhide replied frankly, "I visited Tsuchimikado's house when I was in Kyoto, and I determined that the swordsmith should be in the 'style. The gods' are not much different - because shikigami can change size, they are not made the size of two heads, but just choose the proportions. The wood you cut earlier is not the right size for carving, so cut the bloody part Come down and pour it into this puppet as a primer."

"... Xiaoguang seems to know more and more things."

"Thanks for the compliment." Akechi Mitsuhide pushed the box containing the swordsmith a little more in front of Saburo, and continued, "As for the royal letter that I said might be needed for forging a sword, I also got it from the shrine. Yushou——since Fu Sangshen exists, then Yushou may also be useful, please accept it.”

"Give it to me." Saburo pinched the small and thin Oshou with two fingers, and stuffed it into his clothes with pride, "I will take it well."

"—that would be great. Finally, there's this thing."

Probably due to Saburo's rare obedience, Akechi Mitsuhide finally relaxed his stern face.He pursed his lips slightly, took out a piece of paper from under a stack of royal letters in the box, and handed it to Saburo cautiously.

Saburo tilted his head to look, only to see the words written in bright red cinnabar on the paper.

Although he has been traveling for many years, he really has no appreciation for calligraphy, especially this kind of continuously written characters, let alone know how to read them, he can't even read them.Therefore, he only looked at the paper full of ghosts and symbols for two seconds, and then said simply and neatly: "I don't understand."

"It's a spell." Akechi Mitsuhide pointed to Seimei Kikyo's seal on the top of the paper, "Since we want the puppet to become a shikigami, we should also need a medium to perform the duty of 'swordsmith'."

"It feels like I went from the Warring States Period to Heian-kyo all at once." Saburo complained and took the spell, "Even if you told me it was a spell, I wouldn't know how to use it."

"If you had come later, I would have said that the Mimon family moved to Gifu."

"Forget it. It feels weird."

The nervous Saburo didn't notice at all, he knew that he was leaving Kyoto without even opening his mouth to Mitsuhide Akechi.

But even if he noticed, he probably wouldn't think it's a big deal—such keen vision and judgment may bring pressure to the people he gets along with, but if it's really just an ordinary person, in the Oda family's The retainer group is also difficult to survive.

He didn't know how many books Akechi Mitsuhide had read, how much painstaking efforts he had made, and how much information he had acquired during this exercise. Saburo just complained a few words verbally, and the helpless expression on his face was as usual childish.He scribbled the spell and the puppet together—it was amazing, the spell seemed to be glued to the puppet, which was only the size of two fists, and it even adjusted automatically when it was fully pasted. out of place and is glued to the puppet's forehead.

Such a miraculous scene surprised Mitsuhide Akechi at first, and then took it for granted—after all, he had long guessed that Saburo had the talent to be an onmyoji, and had even become an onmyoji unconsciously.

Fusangshen is Saburo's shikigami, the time-traveling army is the night tour of the ghosts, the god-judgment is the name of the onmyoji, and the government of the time is the onmyoliao...

Maybe the reason for the split of Yinyangliao is because of the different attitudes towards the ghosts of the night!The part that thought it was necessary to completely eliminate Hyakki Yako split off, renamed the Government of Time, and looked for talented people to carry out the task of completely eradicating Hyakki Yako

It is a perfect match, there is nothing wrong with it!

If Token Fusangshen could know Akechi Mitsuhide's guess, he must be convinced by this idea.

It's a pity that the Sword Fusangshen don't know.They only know one thing about Akechi Mitsuhide - this is a man who can see the sword Fusangshin and will launch the Honnoji Incident in the future.

Facing Akechi Mitsuhide who is still in love with Oda Nobunaga, they don't know how they should react.They don't even know whether they should face the fact that Oda Nobunaga must die in Honnoji Temple, subject to the mission of "maintaining history", the biggest attitude they can show to the god judges at the moment is to always maintain a sense of wisdom. Mitsuhide's vigilance.

This is a very sad, sword protector instinct.This is even beyond a simple master-slave relationship. On the premise that the entire body is built around the spiritual power of the god-inspector, no matter what legends and personalities it has, protecting the master's consciousness is almost the mission of maintaining history. Together, occupy the whole body and mind.

Akechi Mitsuhide only felt that there was a glow on his back.He was a little distracted, and nodded to a large group of fusangshen who were staring at him with piercing eyes - the pressure of staring at people increased as the number of people increased.The general of the Oda family, who does not know the future and has never regarded the sword Fusangshin as a creature consistent with human beings, is quite uncomfortable with this vigilant gaze. Concerned that Fusangshin is just a monster, he simply regarded it as a monster Because of the uniqueness, he refocused all his attention on Saburo without fussing too much.

Saburo was resting his chin in one hand, and holding the puppet that had been affixed with a spell in the other.

He waited for a while, and apart from the magical automatic correction of the previous spell, the puppet did not show any changes.Out of curiosity about the unknown, he directly put his face close to the puppet, only to see the cinnabar flowing on the paper as if it were alive, a little blank gradually appeared in the center of the paper filled with red, and the imprint of Qingming bellflower on the top faintly appeared. black.

After thinking carefully for a while, Saburo suddenly realized: "Is it necessary to chant a spell?"

Akechi Mitsuhide calmly took out another piece of densely written paper from the bottom of the imperial letter: "The Tsuchimikado family said that it is directly activated by spiritual power... But fortunately, I have prepared the spell. If it doesn't work, then Please pick one at will."

"...a little over-prepared."

Although he was uncomfortable with Akechi Mitsuhide's overly thorough preparations, Saburo himself is a person who pays more attention to results.He just groaned with a subtle childish expression, took the paper, looked at the extremely rigid font written on it to take care of his literary accomplishment, he just paused for two seconds, and then looked away very troubled , and express sincerely:

"It's too long! And it's also a mouthful. Can't there be something as simple as 'all fighters are in front of the battle'—"

Just the second after Saburo blurted out the nine-character mantra, the puppet trembled violently.

The charm on its forehead glowed faintly red, and the cinnabar paused for a second, then spun at a crazy speed, almost turning into a red vortex.The white in the center of the paper was getting bigger and bigger, and the cinnabar had crawled from the edge of the paper to the body of the puppet, becoming thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been absorbed.At the moment when the cinnabar completely disappeared, Revenge, which had turned into an ordinary white paper, also fell from the puppet with a thud, which looked no different from ordinary paper.

The puppet opened its eyes.

In the past, the puppet's face had facial features carefully painted with oil paint, and the eyes were naturally opened.But this kind of opening is just an illusion created by painting. Only at this moment, he is truly given life. The round and bright eyes like black beans replaced the slender phoenix eyes like a geisha before.

The pale complexion on his face has also become similar to that of ordinary people, with two extra patches of baby fat on his cheeks, with a healthy and natural blush.It seemed that it was because San Lang was holding it too tightly, so he took his own hand out of San Lang's fist with great effort, and the little five fingers he opened were also the skin color of a normal person.

After freeing his hands, he didn't continue to struggle, just like a real child, looking around excitedly in Saburo's hands, his dark and moist eyes were full of ignorance when he first came into contact with the world.

Saburo was very surprised: "Xiaoguang who can make this is amazing!"

Akechi Mitsuhide: "...you are the one who is amazing."

The way of summoning Shikigami simply doesn't know whether it should be said to be smooth or heartbreaking.The result that he worked so hard to think of was finally obtained in a completely nonsensical way-at this time, Akechi Mitsuhide finally had the same feeling as Fu Sangshen who went to Kyoto and was sent to Saburo by expedition.

... Anyway, it's good that the result is achieved.

Comforting himself with such thoughts, Akechi Mitsuhide quickly got rid of this state of myocardial infarction.He looked at the petite and cute knife maker, and said seriously: "Then can we change its size?"

"I don't know that—it's hard for me to do something I don't understand at all."

Just as the two continued to discuss the use of the swordsmith, the cute puppet that was sitting comfortably in Saburo's palm suddenly trembled again.

This time it's not just a cosmetic change.He had a small mouth like a drowning person, and he waved his short, fat little hands indiscriminately, but when the two looked over, he stopped in place as if the pause button had been pressed.

Red lines gradually appeared on his face, and the body of the puppet also cracked into several pieces, stretching the loose little kimono to its maximum like a blossoming flower.The head with red lines gradually separated from the body, floating in the air, and a fluffy phantom appeared around it - like a fox.

That phantom seemed very unstable, and would twist from time to time.But even with such an inferior projection, the two present could clearly see the joy of "it".

"Next is - Fox's help."

"Finally found—you—. God judge—my lord."

"Please——temporarily—(Kazi)——lend me this body, and allow me—to locate you."

Can't think of it!The Government of Time is back online!Surprised or not, happy or not

I think Akechi Mitsuhide's brain hole is very reasonable, my friends!

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Fixed the typo w, I actually still step on the update x