This is the anti-theft badge
What is my purpose?
To train my spiritual power,
To figure out my dream,
And what exactly my spiritual power is.
Then what did I do today?
I feel like I was played by that Red Fox,
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and thought.
He decided to vent his anger.
As expected, he still had to complain. Puri ~
Prince Ren began to sort out his problems.
What would happen to Moto Maru, who once had a divine inquisitor and then changed it?
What would happen to his sword?
How would his underage status affect his work and studies?
Prince Ren tried to click on the icon on his phone.
Although it ran very slowly,
It seemed to be connected to the communication terminal that only existed in Moto Maru,
It could read the announcement information and also connect to the internal forum of the divine inquisitor.
Prince Ren studied the page for a while and even clicked on his sword tent.
What was assigned to me was mine. He thought,
He studied his sword tent.
Dachi, Tachi, Katana..
When the Red Fox introduced him, he said that the previous owner of his Moto Maru had only worked for half a year,
But all the swords that should be in the sword tent were already there.
Other than the limited forging and movable swords, only the extremely rare katana was missing.
These swords were all in the form of humans, and they also had their own preferences and personalities. That meant that he could use human communication skills to get along with them.
No wonder the Government of the time was willing to recruit minors,
This was actually a job that did not require much skill.
Prince Ren thought as he studied the sword tent.
The novelty made him invest a lot of energy, and a sense of urgency that he did not know where it came from made him eager to familiarize himself with everything and then find something that could help him.
He finished reading all the information in the sword tent,
Then he turned on the computer and searched for relevant historical information on the Internet.
The huge amount of information made his head dizzy,
He wished he could throw all this away and write a math exercise book.
History is really annoying, he thought.
He finally finished reading the general information,
When he let out a sigh of relief,
It was almost dark.
He logged out of the software that he had been logging in,
Prince Ren took out the charger and changed the battery of his phone.
Just as he was about to log out of the web and turn off the computer, the door of the room was suddenly opened.
"Masuharu!
How long have you been using the computer?! "
His mother, who rarely got off work on time, walked in angrily. "Why are the breakfast and lunch in the fridge still there?!
Didn't you eat?! "
Prince Ren's hand that was holding the mouse trembled.
He quickly closed the webpage, turned off his phone, and jumped up from his chair.
"If you do this again, I'll cut off your internet connection!" Prince Ren's mother glared at him.
Prince Ren blinked his eyes and pretended to be obedient.
The next day, he remembered to eat breakfast, finish his morning training, and then enter the Motonaru.
What?
You said he said he would come at night?
There were too many things to do at night!
She had to do her holiday homework, review her homework, prepare her homework, play darts, and watch tennis videos. She didn't have the time to come to Honmaru.
Perhaps the timing was not too coincidental. When he arrived at the Honmaru, the team that went out that day had already set off, and the other Fu Sang Gods had also started their internal affairs and official business in the Honmaru according to the usual arrangements.
Prince Ren looked left and right, and felt that this was a good opportunity for him to explore the Honmaru himself.
The Honmaru was not big. The main house had two floors. The first floor was the hall and the dining room, and the second floor was the interrogator's personal room and work room.
Currently, Prince Ren had no use for this place, so he couldn't spend the night here.
However, the control center in front of the interrogator's door needed regular maintenance.
The document only said that he needed to use Reiki to maintain the Honmaru, but with his current meager knowledge and skills, he still only knew how to play tennis.
He couldn't smash the ball at the control center, right?
Could he afford to pay for it if he broke it?
The main house was connected to a few small courtyards, which were the residence of Fu Sang Gods and the areas for activities such as knife forging and hand folding.
The small courtyards surrounded the horse breeding grounds and a few fields.
The fields were not big, only two or three acres, and some vegetables, fruits, and grains were planted.
Prince Ren saw rice and gourds in the fields that shouldn't exist at the same time.
Out of season?
Or was it some kind of black technology?
Or was it the effect of Reiki?
If Reiki could do this, it would be amazing.
Food was a major problem for everyone in the world.
When Seiji walked around the fields and headed to the horse farm, he met Rock Melt and Natsuki Mitake, who had been assigned to farming.
They had changed into civilian clothing and met with a "stranger" as soon as they turned the corner.
A new swordsman?
No, no, no, this wasn't the swordsman's height.
In that case, was he on guard duty?
He had a young face and short silver hair. He seemed like one of Bonetti's older brothers or younger brothers. Was he from Fujishiro's family?
Rock Melt, who was tall and muscular, usually played with the swordsman boys. Now that he saw that Prince Ren was by himself, he was actually worried that he was a new swordsman who had been left behind. He walked up to him without noticing Natsuki Mitake's suspicious expression.
"Are you a new swordsman?" Natsuki asked.
Prince Ren: "… Ah."
That was at least two meters long, wasn't it?
Was it?
With such a long sword, was it a machete used on horseback?
Prince Ren was at a loss for words as he looked at Rock Melt and the longsword at his waist.
Seiji didn't refute Rock Melt's words. Instead, he put on a sincere and cute expression: "Hello."
Seiji intentionally widened his eyes and revealed a shy smile: "I accidentally walked in here."
"You just arrived today?" Rock Melt inquired.
Prince Ren nodded.
"Today's attendant is …"
Prince Ren's mind raced as he recalled that when he was talking with Candlestick yesterday, Candlestick had told him that if he came today, Hori River would be in charge of greeting him.
In that case, there was more than a sixty percent chance that Hori River would be his attendant today.
"Hori River -kun was the one who woke me up."
Prince Ren spoke without thinking. "But Shoukun Kazumi was looking for him, so I decided to familiarize myself with Honmaru."
Rock Melt didn't feel that anything was amiss: "Ah, Shoukun Kazumi, wasn't he assigned to the Templar Field today?
He actually went looking for Hori River of his own accord. "
After saying this, he looked down at Prince Ren and was somewhat surprised: "Are you using honorifics to address them?
Which sword sect are you from? "
"My name is Mōri Fujishiro." Prince Ren continued to speak from the bottom of his heart.
Rock Melt was confused: "Mōri?
Isn't that a sword that only drops in the Buried City? "
Behind him, Mitarai had already raised his hand to cover his face: "Terrible, this is terrible."
He chuckled for a while before straightening his back and quickly walking over to Rock Melt's large hood: "Rock Melt, he's not Mōri."
"… Ah?"
"He's our new God's Inquisitor."
Mitarai smiled brightly at Prince Ren and lowered his head to greet him: "This is the first time we've met. Nice to meet you, God's Inquisitor."
Prince Ren wasn't surprised that he was recognized.
He wasn't familiar with swords at all, so he couldn't even find someone to impersonate.
Even if Fujishiro's family was large, and he knew that the Kurikou Oda sword sect had over a hundred swords … But he didn't recognize a single one of them, nor did he know their names.
Mitarai tugged at Rock Melt who still hadn't recovered from his shock: "Why are you here, God's Inquisitor?"
"I came when I had time," Prince Ren said.
"Then what do you need …"
"I'm here to look for someone," Prince Ren stated.
He glanced at Mitarai and changed his words: "I'm here to look for a sword."
"You …"
"Tarō Tachi and Ishikari Maru. Are they here?" Prince Ren asked.
Mitarai blinked in surprise; this little God's Inquisitor was truly swift and decisive.
He thought about his team's arrangements and today's battle arrangements: "They're all here.
Come with me; I'll take you to the main hall. "
Tarō Tachi and Ishikari Maru. What did they have in common?
It was a shrine.
They were swords that had once been enshrined in a shrine.
Of course, they weren't the only swords enshrined in a shrine. However, Prince Ren had seen information on other swords before. For example, Shinmaru and Jiro Tachi were both divine swords.
But judging from their swords, they didn't seem particularly reliable.
Tarō Tachi was rather surprised when he heard that the God's Inquisitor wanted to see him.
"Right now?" he asked.
Horikawa, who came to deliver the message, nodded and said somewhat reproachfully: "Please hurry. When the God's Inquisitor arrived, nobody noticed you at all. You've been alone in Honmaru for a long time."
"There's nothing in Honmaru that can't be seen," Jiro Tachi, who was half-lying on his bed, said.
Tarō Tachi glanced at his younger brother, who wasn't behaving properly, and nodded as he stood up: "Is there anyone else apart from me?"
"Ah, I still have to notify Ishikari Maru-san," Horikawa said.
Ishikari Maru …
"Of course you have to hurry." Jiro Tachi chuckled: "After all, he's a Mobile Type 13 Odachi."
Horikawa: "Erm … You're only a Mobile Type 16 Odachi yourself. You don't seem to have the right to be picky."
He glanced at Jiro Tachi, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Then he nodded at Tarō Tachi: "Then I'll be leaving first. Please head to the main hall."
Tarō Tachi wasn't in a hurry.
He maintained his own pace as he headed to the main hall.
He wasn't particularly curious about the new God's Inquisitor.
Compared to the Fujiro family, who was closer to the God's Inquisitor, as a Odachi, he had a cold personality.
The previous God's Inquisitor was fair and just, but he always treated them with a business-like attitude, so Honmaru Fu had developed a habit of taking care of himself.
This was probably the reason why the Government of the Time allowed them to accept a new God's Inquisitor.
After all, a new God's Inquisitor who had signed the Minor Special Treaty wasn't an ordinary God's Inquisitor.
Tarō Tachi knew some inside information, such as the Minor Special Treaty, which was originally prepared for people with special identities.
He walked to the main hall and met his new "master".
Although he was introduced as a junior high school student, it seemed that he was only immature on the surface.
His eyes, actions, and the thoughts revealed from his eyes and actions were all mature.
And this temperament …
Was it a fox?
Did he choose this name because he knew something? Or did he choose this name when he didn't know anything?
Tarō Tachi bowed to Prince Ren: "Nice to meet you, Lord."
The Miko standing in front of him was wearing a white Miko costume. She looked to be in her twenties, with a calm and gentle temperament.
She made a welcoming gesture to Prince Ren: "Please come with me."
She guided Prince Ren in the direction of the inner room, stepping on the flat stone path in the front yard.
Seeing Prince Ren looking at the back of the Equality House gradually walking away, she showed an apologetic expression: "The Equality House -kun is a little short-tempered."
Prince Ren followed the Miko into the shrine: "He is also here …"
Speaking of which, the girl in the shrine was called Miko, what was the name of the boy in the shrine? Son of God?
"Ah, the Equality House -kun is one of the heirs of the nearby Equality House Shrine, and now he is cultivating here."
The Miko explained, "In fact, your questions can be better answered in the Equality House Shrine."
"Do you know me?"
"God has already guided me." The Miko's smile had a hint of mystery.
She opened the door of the tea room in the shrine: "Sit down and have a cup of tea first."
In the clean and simple tea room, there was a soft cushion on the wooden floor, and a tea tray on the bamboo table.
Prince Ren knelt down and waited for the Miko to make tea.
The nearby window was opened, and the hot wind blew in, but it was blocked outside by the bamboo window.
Prince Ren heard the sound of the ball hitting, rhythmic and familiar, one after another.
The Miko was meticulously boiling the water, and Prince Ren was listening to the sound of the boy called "Equality House", who was probably the "senpai", hitting the ball.
The sound was muffled, and it should be on the ground, which was probably still bumpy and muddy.
This reminded Prince Ren of Kazuyanagi Yukimura's idea two months ago in Hakone.
Although it was rejected, the eight of them had tried, and it was indeed impossible to play on such ground.
What about the Equality House?
Prince Ren thought of the blonde boy's arrogant attitude at the door.
Although he didn't want to admit it, maybe the Equality House could really do it.
What's so great about it? He looks a few years older than me.
I could do it when I was in the third grade, and the Equality House is still a high school student — a high school student, right?
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Prince Ren blinked and reached out to take the Miko's tea.
He wasn't particularly familiar with etiquette, but surprisingly, the Miko didn't mind.