Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

At night, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and in the light of the moon, bright stars dot the dark blue night.

Honmaru was very quiet, and everyone went back to their rooms, ready to fall asleep.

Zhaohua carried a lantern and walked alone on the way back to the house.

Under the warm yellow candlelight, Sanriyue sat quietly on the ground. Hearing the sound of gentle footsteps, he raised a smile and said to Zhaohua who pushed the door in: "Has the lord of Shizheng gone back?"

"Yes, the parameters of the channel have been adjusted, and it can be completed tomorrow night."

It's embarrassing for Shishu to go to Honmaru to work overtime at night, but for him, it's the same where he should work overtime...

Sitting across from Sanriyue, Zhaohua picked up the paper scattered on the ground, on which was written the drafted knife inscription.

"I have written several, which one does the master like?"

Zhaohua looked at all of them, pointed to one of them and said, "Just this one."

【Owned by Tsuchimikado Akira】

Concise and clear, it is the shortest of all knife inscriptions.

"Hahaha, I like this one better." Sanriyue picked up another piece of paper, and dozens of words were scattered on it.

[On X month X day in X year, this inscription is engraved wherever love comes. ...The owner, Tsuchimikado Akira. 】

It is the longest one among all the knife inscriptions, and it explains the cause and effect in detail, from succession to succession, so that people can feel the deep friendship between the master and the knife at a glance.

Zhaohua: "..."

"This is too long..."

He reasonably doubted whether the knife stem of Sanriyue could be engraved completely.

Without giving Sanriyue a chance to persuade him, Zhaohua directly decided on the shortest one.

He stretched out his hand and caressed Sanriyue's body knife, spiritual power burst out from his fingertips, and the blue light completely covered the blade.

"Sanriyue, get a good night's sleep."

"I will." Sanriyue's body gradually became transparent, and his dark blue eyes gradually faded. He smiled with a gentle expression, "I am waiting for the master to wake me up."

After Sanriyue completely returned to her body, Zhaohua picked up the dropped silver ring, carried her body knife, and went to the knife forging room.

The swordsmith, who was dozing off with nothing to do, felt his arrival, immediately regained his energy, and walked over with short legs.

Since the refurbishment of the main pill, it has never forged a knife, and it can only count jade steel every day. This boring life is really lonely as snow.

Now!Its owner finally remembered that Honmaru also had a forging room!

What a joy!Touching!

The swordsmith held his small hammer and stood on the only way for Zhaohua, the eyes of the paper figurine were full of anticipation.

Zhaohua took two strides and directly passed it.

Swordsmith: "...Gah?!"

As if suddenly aware of something behind him, Zhaohua turned his head and glanced at the swordsmith.

"Go and watch outside."

The paper door was mercilessly closed in front of the swordsmith, and the snow-white color was like the cold heart of the swordsmith at the moment.

A gust of cold wind blew by, it shivered, hugged its little hammer tightly, leaned against the door and fell asleep again.

Inside the house, Zhaohua took out Sanriyue's body knife, and carefully removed the handle, revealing the narrow stem inside.

He stroked the steel blade inch by inch, and his fingertips felt the cold temperature.

In the end, Zhaohua sighed softly, took out a tool, and carved his name on the hard steel, one stroke at a time.

When the last stroke fell, the blue light in the room was bright, and every dent was filled with spiritual power. The suppressed spiritual power to the extreme showed a crystal clear dark blue, and seven conspicuous writings appeared on the stem of the knife——

【Owned by Tsuchimikado Akira】

From now on, Yue Zong's closeness with this three-day shock has completely left his mark on him.

At that moment, Zhaohua felt that there was a force linking him with this world.

Sanriyue Zongjin is the strongest link between him and the world.

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The next morning, Kagome returned to the room contentedly with her notebook full of postage.

During this trip, she not only got the signature of the famous knife, but also heard a lot of things that the knife and its original owner had to say.

And those original owners are all famous figures in history.

What Okita Souji, Hijikata Toshizo, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Oda Nobunaga...

Um, thinking of the beautiful and slender sword with different eyes, Kagome's joyful expression froze.

"Sign it? A caged bird like me can only be watched by people, right?"

"Ah, I see, another person who was attracted by the engraving of the Demon King... Forget it, you can take it."

There is also the steady and calm Hasebe who looks calm and blows up when he hears Oda Nobunaga's name.

She really didn't expect that Nobunaga-kun's reputation in the sword would be like this...

This is probably the arrogance of a person who is sitting on the world.

After returning to the room, Kagome looked at the empty room and became puzzled.

Didn't Inuyasha say that he would wait for her in the room?Where did you go now?

She quickly put down her things, and looked for the white-haired dog with all her heart.

Then, she saw, on the grass in front of the corridor, Inuyasha sat cross-legged with a stinky face, surrounded by a circle of small knives, approaching Rua's fluffy ears one by one!

Kagome subconsciously glanced at the sky, wanting to see if the sun came out from the west, otherwise how could she see such a well-behaved and not violent Inuyasha!

Unfortunately, everything is normal in Honmaru today. There is neither the sun rising upside down nor the sky with red rain.

Kagome held back her laughter, walked to the circle of "children", and watched the whole process of Inuyasha being rua'd.

As soon as he smelled Kagome's breath, Inuyasha's face became darker with the naked eye, but he still sat there motionless.

Kagome finally figured out what was going on after the small knife's science popularization.

When she was chasing the stars, Inuyasha couldn't hold back for a moment, and swayed to the hand field, where the swords of the Awataguchi family were practicing diligently.

Seeing a guest who came from afar with a knife on his body, everyone kindly invited him to participate and experience the customs of their Honmaru.

Inuyasha looked at the knives that at most reached his chest in the arena, and arrogantly refused, "I won't fight with children."

When it comes to age, the short swords will not admit defeat, "Well, we are all hundreds of years old. I remember that the youngest is His Highness Izumi Mori, who is only over 300 years old."

Inuyasha, who is only [-] years old, said, "...!"

After standing in the arena, Inuyasha holding a wooden knife stood opposite Ranto Shiro with a delicate and cute face like a girl.

Seeing the vigilantly pricked ears, he rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

"For competitions, it's fun to have rewards. The loser has to agree to a request from the winner."

Inuyasha raised his sword. He is also a monster who has comprehended the wound of the wind. How could he lose if he is strong enough to beat someone?

He confidently agreed, "Come on!"

Then, he was taught to be a demon by the short knives with full mobility and agility.

Fighting with a wooden knife, he is completely inferior to a sword that has mastered various skills!

Losing for the nth time to a dagger who was two heads shorter than him, Inuyasha unwillingly asked for another fight, and then met pairs of expectant eyes.

"Well, can you honor the request and call again?"

Inuyasha, who has always been purely reckless, has an ominous premonition.

Thus, there was the scene that Kagome saw now.

Sitting next to Inuyasha, Kagome patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Well, after all, Inuyasha is only two hundred years old, so it's understandable that he can't beat him."

When 15-year-old Kagome said this, Inuyasha suddenly felt that he was very old, and he quickly retorted, "Two hundred years old is still a minor among monsters!"

The word "also" is used very delicately, as if comparing with someone and looking for similarities.

Kagome, the only underage in the field, met Inuyasha's eyes, his cheeks became hot, and he immediately looked away.

At this moment, the five tigers retreated to stand in front of Inuyasha, and said timidly, "Well, Mr. Inuyasha, I will lend you the little tiger. Can you let me touch my ears?"

When Wuhu Tui received the news, the hand-to-hand battle was over, but the fluffy ears were too tempting, so he had to hug the little tiger and try his luck.

The little boy's big amber eyes were watery, clean and clear, and his face was full of anticipation. He was holding a cat-sized tiger in his hands, and a delicate black bow was tied around the tiger's neck.

Who would refuse such a cutie?

Kagome took the little tiger and put it in Inuyasha's arms, looking like a gentle big sister, "Yes, Inuyasha agreed."

"Really, really?" Wuhu looked at Inuyasha until Inuyasha nodded with a sullen face, then cheered and touched his ears happily.

The eyes of the surrounding swords lit up, and the remaining four tigers also entered Inuyasha's arms one after another, climbing up and down restlessly.

The tiger had run out, and the swords that hadn't been snatched sighed regretfully.

Imai looked around, and suddenly locked on to a certain direction. Foxnosuke, who happened to pass by, lightened his foot, opened his eyes again, and was surrounded by red cloth.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the dark face of the dog demon and five tigers standing on his shoulders.

Fox's help: "...?!"

----

Near noon, Sanriyue woke up from her deep sleep.

"Owner."

He stood up, and the unfastened clothes slipped off his left shoulder, revealing the blue inscription pattern with Zhaohua's name on his left chest.

"Hahaha, this color is really pretty."

"As long as Sanriyue likes it." Zhaohua pulled up his clothes for him, blocking the cool air, "I have another piece of good news for you."

"I can contract Honmaru now."

"Although I haven't tried it yet, I have a hunch that it will succeed this time. Thanks to Sanriyue, I am now one of my own."

The role of inscription is two-way, San Riyue is his knife, he is the master of San Riyue, this is the most unbreakable contract between them.

From then on, his soul was also infected with the breath of Sanriyue.

"Then congratulations, master." Sanriyue said with a smile, the golden moon pattern shimmering in her eyes.

Zhaohua leaned forward and hugged Sanriyue, through the thin fabric, the two sides gradually took on each other's body temperature, warm and at ease.

Zhaohua's forehead rested on Sanriyue's shoulder, her long silver hair slid down her back, her voice was soft and soft, with infinite tenderness.

"Thank you."