Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

After recovering from illness, Zhaohua's daily life was strictly monitored.

He can only purify two knives a day. In order to prevent him from working secretly, he will sit in the hand room every day with a vibrating and cutting head, and he will be specially responsible for watching him.

Thinking about what he did to bring Hasebe out of the arena again.

Zhaohua wanted to cover his face.

This is really shooting yourself in the foot.

There is no way, he can only purify Ishikirimaru under the watchful eyes of the stern Hasebe.

Feeling that Ishikimaru's body could no longer bear more spiritual power, Zhaohua stopped and put the knife aside.

This action seemed to have awakened a certain radar of Hasebe who was cutting and cutting, and he regained his energy. Almost as soon as Zhaohua put the knife away, Hasebe opened his mouth to chase people away.

"Master, today's purification has been completed, let's get out of here."

Zhaohua wanted to struggle again: "Hasebuden, I'm already healed, and I don't have a sword to hand today, I think I can get another one."

He used to purify five knives a day, and he had to buy them by hand, but now he can only purify two. The workload has been reduced too much.

No, he really can't.

When will this pill return to normal if it goes on like this!

However, when it comes to the owner's health, it is impossible for Hasebe to compromise.

In fact, if he didn't have this ability himself, he would like to help Zhaohua do everything.

As for overwork?Don't even think about it!

"No! Yaoyan said, you should take a good rest now. It is my serious dereliction of duty to let you work at the right time of illness. You must not purify any more!"

Cutting Hasebe stood up, his eyes were firm, his momentum was like a rainbow, and every strand of hair was full of denials of "no, no, no discussion".

Zhaohua was at a loss, so he had no choice but to follow Hasebe's wishes and leave the house.

He was not used to being busy for too long and suddenly having nothing to do.

Just thinking like this, Zhaohua saw California Qingguang sticking his head out from the hall, beckoning to him mysteriously.

"Master! Come here!"

Zhaohua didn't know, so he walked over with Hasebe.

As soon as he entered the hall, he found that all the swords and swords of the Honmaru were here except for the crescent moon.

The middle of the hall was evacuated, and everyone stood on the side. A few tall fusangshen headed by Ishikirimaru stood at the front, and there seemed to be something behind them, and the white cloth could only be vaguely seen through the gap.

"Everyone is here, what's the matter?"

"In order to celebrate the official appointment of the owner and the recovery of health, we specially prepared a gift for the owner."

Gift?

Zhaohua was looking forward to it. He liked the booklet last time. It was full of the characteristics of swords and swords, and it was very valuable for collection.

I don't know what it is this time?

After California Qingguang sold enough, and successfully aroused Zhaohua's curiosity, he winked at the human-shaped barriers behind him.

Ishikirimaru and the others retreated obediently, revealing the large object behind them.

That thing was tightly covered by a white cloth, and it looked like a hill.

California Qingguang stepped forward, lifted a corner of the white cloth, and then shook it vigorously——

A super super super large fox is lying there obediently!

Zhaohua's eyes widened in surprise, that Foxosuke was round, with flattened front and rear paws, fluffy tail, and meticulously painted patterns!

It looks soft and nice to the touch.

The point is that this volume can accommodate five of them!

"It's so cute! Did everyone make this by themselves?"

"That's right! Kawakasen was in charge of drawing patterns, Horikawa and Yamatomori were in charge of sewing, Yamabuakiri provided sheets, Awataguchi provided cotton, Foxanosuke provided styling, and..."

Izumi Mori gave the master the number one by one, with a very proud tone, looking proud.

However, he didn't do anything, he was only responsible for cheering Horikawa by the side.

Zhao Hua listened to Izumi Mori Kanesada's explanation, and walked around the doll, his eyes full of amazement.

My knife is amazing, not only can I go to the hall and go to the kitchen, but I am so cute that the retrograde army sells it. I am proficient in all kinds of waka, calligraphy and painting, and now I can sew dolls by myself!

It really is the decathlon to pay the gods.

Zhaohua was thanking everyone when Tsurumaru ran out at some point and came in pushing a small cart.

"It's a rare opportunity. While everyone is here, I have prepared gifts for everyone!"

"Look--"

He lifted the white cloth, and the cart was full of egg-shaped dolls, each of which was the size of a football, and they were very cute. Hair, facial expressions and clothes were simply drawn on the dolls.

"Hey, is that me in the red dress?"

Qingguang Qingguang pointed to a doll on the top. That doll had a pigtail and a mole on the corner of its mouth.

"It seems so, the one next to you is me, right?"

Yamato Mamoru observed carefully, and recognized Izumi Mamoru Kanesada and Yamabagiri Kunihiro again.

Now everyone was excited, walked to the small cart and looked over one by one, these dolls could match up with their Honmaru swords!

I really don't know when Tsurumaru made it, but none of them found out.

Tsurumaru stood beside the cart with a warm smile on his face.

"How about it? I'm going to scare you! I'm a doll for every vibration!"

"One per person, if you like it, hurry up and take it!"

Hearing this sentence, the swordsmen looked at each other. They were obviously very interested just now, but now no one made a move. Some even took a few steps back secretly, wanting to see the reaction of others.

There was no way, they were really overwhelmed by Tsurumaru's endless pranks.

Who knows if there's anything weird about these dolls?

The scene was very weird for a while, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one was willing to reach out first.

Zhao Hua, who was also surrounded by the small cart, didn't know why.

They all look very cute, I don’t know why everyone doesn’t take them?

Seeing that the scene is about to be cold, Zhaohua, who has not yet experienced Tsurumaru's ability to frighten, volunteered to be the first to eat crabs.

"Can I have one?"

Tsurumaru's smile froze, and then quickly returned to normal.

"Of course! I also act as the master."

emmmmm, there are so many of them, the owner probably won't be caught.

He thought so, so he didn't remind the master, otherwise the scaring props he finally made after staying up for several nights would be scrapped!

Then, Tsurumaru saw that Zhaohua's hand reached out to the doll buried among the many dolls with incomparable precision, only a handful of dark blue hair was exposed - Mikami Tsukimune.

With a chill in his heart, his feet moved out quietly.

Ah, the master is really accurate, maybe one day I can take the master to Wanwu to help him draw a lottery?

Zhaohua held the crescent moon doll firmly in his hands amidst many vague persuasions from swords and swords.

Seeing this scene, the nervous swordsmen breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of this time, Tsurumaru had already secretly stood at the outermost edge.

The crescent moon doll was wearing a dark blue sweater and a yellow cloth scarf wrapped around her hair. She had cute round eyes and a smile on her face.

"Hey, there are moon patterns in the eyes."

Although the whole is very simple, Tsurumaru has really put a lot of effort into the characteristics of the sword, perfectly presenting Mikazuki's dark blue gradient eyes with moon patterns printed on them.

Zhaohua was surprised to take a closer look, but just moved his hand——

"Bam—"

Sanriyue's cloth towel was washed away, white powder sprinkled into the air, and Zhaohua, who was facing the doll, was sprayed all over his head and face.

Zhaohua: "...?!!"

what?

Why are there traps in the doll?

Before he could react, he heard a roar: "Tsurumaru Kuninaga!!!"

Press cut Hasebe rushed out with his body knife in hand. After Tsurumaru watched the whole process at the door, before everyone could react, he had already slipped on the soles of his feet.

Only the dazed swordsmen in the hall and their unfortunate masters were left behind.

Zhaohua stood there stiffly with his eyes closed. Just as he was about to say that he was fine and let Hasebuden take it easy, he felt powder falling down.

Zhao Hua silently closed his mouth.

Tsurumaru Palace is still asking for more blessings.

As soon as this incident happened, everyone frantically wiped the master's face, and the white cloth that was just covering Fox's help came in handy.

The face was barely wiped off, but the hair was still full of powder, so Zhaohua was forced to take a shower at noon.

Back at the castle tower, he helplessly wiped his long wet hair, calming down his frightened heart alone.

At this time, he had a deep understanding of Tsurumaru's personality of vibrating the sword.

In a life without fright, the heart will die first.

This sentence is not just talking, in order for the heart to beat vividly, it is necessary to create shock if there is no shock.

I hope it will not be him who will be frightened by Tsurumaru Temple next time.