In the blink of an eye, Prince Ren was back in the washing machine.
The world spun for a few seconds, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his room.
He came back to his senses, took out his phone, and saw a new icon next to the text message icon.
It was a simple and clear shape of a sword.
It did look like a game, but weren't mobile games quite boring?
It was no different from the games in the electronic dictionary, just Tetris, Snake, and so on.
Of course, that wasn't the main point, the main point was what it could bring.
Prince Ren carefully recalled his experience in the past two hours, and realized with some frustration that he had done almost nothing.
What was my purpose?
To train my spiritual power, to figure out my dreams, and what my spiritual power was.
Then what did I do today?
I feel like I was played by the Red Fox, Prince Ren thought with narrowed eyes.
He decided to vent his anger.
Sure enough, he still had to complain, puri ~
Prince Ren began to sort out his problems.
What problems would there be with the Moto Maru, who once had the God's Inquisitor and now had a new one?
What problems would there be with 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 was very slow, it seemed to be connected to the communication device terminal that only existed in the Moto Maru. He could read the announcements, and also connect to the God's Inquisitor internal forum.
Prince Ren studied the page for a while, and even clicked on his sword tent.
'What is assigned to me is mine,' he thought as he studied his saber tent.
Dachi, Tachi, Katana …
The Red Fox said that the previous owner of the Moto Maru had only worked for half a year, but the sword tent already had all the swords that should be there.
Other than the limited forging and movable swords, only the extremely rare katana was missing.
These swords were all in human form, and they also had their own preferences and personalities, which meant that he could use the human's ability to communicate with them.
No wonder the Government of the Time was willing to recruit minors, this was actually a job that didn't 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 came from nowhere made him want to familiarize himself with everything, so that he could find something that could help him.
After he finished reading all the information in the saber tent, he turned on the computer and searched for relevant historical information on the Internet.
The huge amount of information made him dizzy. He wanted to throw it all away and write a math exercise book.
History is annoying, he thought.
When he finally finished reading the general information and heaved a sigh of relief, the sky was almost dark.
After exiting the software that he had been using, Prince Ren took out the charger and changed the battery of his phone.
Just as he was about to exit the web page and shut down the computer, the door to 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 the Internet for you!" 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 and do his morning training before entering the Motonaru.
What?
You said that he would come at night?
There were too many things to do at night!
He had to do his holiday homework, review his homework, prepare his homework, play darts, and watch tennis videos. He didn't have time to come to the Motonaru.
Probably because of the timing, when he arrived at the Motonaru, the team had already left, and the other Death Gods had also started their internal affairs and official business in the Motonaru as usual.
Prince Ren looked left and right, and felt that this was a good opportunity for him to explore the Motonaru himself.
The Motonaru wasn't very big. The main house had two floors. The first floor was the hall and dining room, and the second floor was the interrogator's personal room and office.
Currently, Prince Ren had no use for it, so he couldn't spend the night there.
However, the control center in front of the interrogator's door required regular maintenance.
The official document only said that he needed to use his Reiki to maintain the Motonaru, but with his current meager knowledge and skills, he still only knew how to play tennis balls.
He couldn't smash the ball at the control center, right?
Would he be able to pay for it if he broke it?
The main house was connected to several small courtyards, which were the residence of the Death Gods, as well as the areas for activities such as sword forging and hand making.
The small courtyards surrounded the horse breeding grounds and several fields.
The fields weren't large, only two or three acres, and they were used to grow vegetables, fruits, and grains.
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, then it would be too miraculous.
Food was a major problem for people all over the world.
When he walked around the fields and headed to the horse farm, he met Rock Melt and Mitsuru who had been assigned to farming.
They changed into their undergarments and saw a "stranger" as they turned the corner.
A new sword?
No, no, no, this wasn't the sword'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 Rong was a tall and muscular man who usually played with the snake-swords. Now that he saw King Ren by himself, he was actually worried that King Ren was a new swordsman that had been left behind. He walked up to him without noticing Akira Mitarai's suspicious expression.
"Are you a new sword?" he asked.
Prince Ren: "… Ah."
'That's at least two meters long, isn't it?
Isn't that right?
Such a long sword, could it be a machete used on horseback? '
Prince Ren didn't have much knowledge, so he was momentarily 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 and said, "Hello."
He deliberately widened his eyes and revealed a bashful smile. "I accidentally walked in here."
"You just arrived today?" Rock Melt inquired.
Prince Ren nodded.
"Today's sword attendant is …"
Prince Ren's mind raced as he recalled his conversation 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 a 60% chance that Hori River would be his sword attendant today.
"Hori River -kun woke me up."
Prince Ren blurted out, "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, wasn't Shoukun Kazumi assigned to the Hand Field today?
He actually took the initiative to look for Hori River. "
After saying this, he glanced down at Prince Ren and was somewhat surprised. "Are you calling them honorifics?
Which sword faction are you from? "
"My name is Mōri Fujishiro." Prince Ren continued to blabber.
Rock Melt was confused. "Mōri?
Isn't that a sword that only drops in the Underground World? "
Behind him, Mitarai was already covering his face with his hands. 'Terrible, this is terrible.'
He chuckled for a while before straightening up and walking over to Rock Melt's 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 though Fujishiro's family was large, and he knew that the Kuriguchi Field Sword Sect had over a hundred swords … 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 whenever 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 the team's lineup and the arrangements for today's battle. "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 both 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 also read information about other swords. For example, Shinobu and Jiro Tachi were both divine swords.
But judging from the sword tents, they didn't seem particularly reliable.
Tarō Tachi was rather surprised to hear that the God's Inquisitor wanted to see him.
"Right now?" Seiji asked.
Hori River, who came to deliver the message, nodded and said somewhat reproachfully, "Please hurry. When the God's Inquisitor arrived, no one noticed her at all. She's been alone in Honmaru for quite a while."
"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," Hori River said.
'Ishikari Maru …'
"Of course you have to hurry." Jiro Tachi chuckled. "After all, it's a Mobile Type 13 Odachi."
Hori River: Emm … You're only a Mobile Type 16 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 go first. You can go to the hall."
Tarō Tachi wasn't in a hurry.
He maintained his own pace and went to the hall.
He wasn't particularly curious about the new God's Inquisitor.
Compared to the Teng Shiro family, who was closer to the God's Inquisitor, as a Odachi, he had a cold personality.
The previous God's Inquisitor, who was fair and just, had always treated them with a business-like attitude. As a result, the Honmaru 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 Underage Special Treaty wasn't an ordinary God's Inquisitor.
Tarō Tachi knew some inside information. For example, the Underage Special Treaty was originally prepared for people with special identities.
He walked to the hall and met his new "master."
Although he had been introduced as a junior high school student, it seemed that he was only immature on the surface.
His eyes, actions, and the thoughts revealed by his eyes and actions were all mature.
And this temperament …
Fox?
Did he choose this name because he knew something, or did he choose this name because he didn't know anything?