This is the anti-theft badge.
But Prince Ren thought,
I shouldn't have a conflict with the "senior" on the first day of my part-time job.
"Okay," he said.
"Then the Deceiver?"
Fox 'Aid: "… Do you have to be involved with' Shi '?"
Prince Ren looked down at the red-haired fox.
He got some information from Fox 'Aid's eyes. He couldn't help but bend down and pick up Fox' Aid. He narrowed his eyes and stared at it, "Do you think that at my age,
It's too arrogant to call me 'Shi'? "
His voice rose. It was obvious that he hadn't finished changing his voice, but Fox 'Aid couldn't help but tremble, "Please don't think so!"
Strange.
Why are you so afraid of me?
Prince Ren pursed his lips. I'm just an ordinary high school student.
But forget it.
He threw Fox 'Aid back to the ground and glanced at his trembling ears.
He resisted the urge to rub them twice, "Okay, I'll believe you for now.
Then I'll be called Fox. "
Fox 'Aid: "…"
It sounds really careless.
Is it because of me?
He was doubtful and inexplicably excited. It was a dilemma. Should he continue to persuade the Divine Inquisitor to change his name?
While he was hesitating, they finally walked to the space-time converter.
Fox 'Aid saw the space-time converter and his eyes lit up.
He held his communication device terminal, "Lord Divine Inquisitor,
This is your means of transportation to and from the headquarters of the Government of the Time and your own Honmaru.
You just need to be here. Yes, here.
Enter your Honmaru number and you can return to your Honmaru.
The number of the headquarters changes every day. The number of the day will be updated on your communication device terminal at five o 'clock in the morning. "
Prince Ren nodded and glanced at the space-time converter that looked like a stone tablet.
"What's my Honmaru number?" he asked.
Fox 'Aid pressed on the communication device terminal, "I'll register your name first. Are you sure you're called Fox?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Master Fox.
Your Honmaru number … "Fox's Aid suddenly looked like he had seen something scary.
He almost threw his communicator terminal away.
"What's wrong?" Prince Ren crouched down.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at it.
Fox's Aid widened his eyes.
His ears twitched again. "Wait a moment, let me confirm it!"
It placed the communication terminal on the ground and fiddled with it for a while before letting out a few squeaks like a deflated balloon.
Looking up, Fox's Aid's eyes were filled with apprehension. "Do you know what kind of contract you signed?"
"Didn't you give me the contract?" Prince Ren thought for a moment. "I didn't see anything special."
"Yes, yes, but because you're still a minor …" He hugged his tail under Prince Ren's sharp gaze. "Because you're a minor, we've adopted a special rule for minors."
“puri？”
"To be specific, you'll have a mature Honmaru."
After Fox's Aid finished speaking, he hurriedly explained, "This is because you're a minor, and your time in Honmaru is limited. You can only stay for two hours at most.
It's impossible for a newcomer to complete official business within two hours, so this arrangement is made.
Among the mature Honmaru, there are swords and swords that can solve official business very well, and you can also arrange your own daily classes.
And you've made a request to the Government of the Time to teach Psionic Power … "
Under Prince Ren's gaze, its voice became lower and lower.
Mature Honmaru?
Did it mean that it already had a master?
Prince Ren recalled the slogan in the brochure and found that this was his blind spot.
With his understanding of swords and swords, this was almost equivalent to a retainer, a subordinate, or a shikigami.
And changing masters, weren't there only a few situations?
A fine bird chooses a tree to nest in, and being forced to change masters.
Obviously, in the Government of the Time, it couldn't be the first situation that would be assigned to newcomers.
Then it could only be the second situation.
The second situation, being forced to change masters …
Was the master dead?
Or did they commit a crime?
Probably because Prince Ren's gaze was too cold, Fox 'Aid could only hug its tail and tremble.
He thought that the Inquisitor's gaze was too terrifying. Were thirteen-year-old boys nowadays so terrifying?
He tried to remedy the situation: "You don't have to worry too much, we won't assign a fallen Honmaru to a newcomer who doesn't know anything."
Fallen?
This was a new word.
Prince Ren secretly noted it down, and guessed most of the truth from these two words.
He exhaled: "For example?"
The fur on Fox 'Aid's tail was about to explode: "For example, this Honmaru assigned to you, its previous master had an emergency in the real world half a year after taking office, and submitted his resignation to us.
He already completed the handover last week.
You can rest assured that his swords and swords have sufficient experience.
And this Honmaru's swords manual still has many gaps, you can still cultivate your own swords! "
Prince Ren: I'm not worried about that.
He wouldn't say anything more to Fox 'Aid, who looked like a fox but was actually a standard Spirit-branded Retainer, so he could only look at him suspiciously.
His intuition didn't warn him. On the contrary, his Reiki seemed to be telling him to accept this and that it would be good for him.
Okay, okay, he believed in himself.
Prince Ren stretched out his hand and stroked Fox 'Aid's tail twice before standing up: "Then you lead the way."
Fox 'Aid stared blankly at its tail that had lost two hairs, and said: "Oh."
He instructed Prince Ren to enter the Honmaru's serial number into the space-time converter, and let him cover the switch with his hand: "You can use your Reiki to activate it."
Reiki?
Prince Ren thought about how he had used his Reiki before, and silently took out a tennis ball and smashed the switch.
In an instant, they were standing in the middle of a forest, and in the open space in front of the forest was the door to a closed courtyard.
From the outside, they couldn't see the Honmaru's situation, only a strange courtyard with a cut boundary (it seemed to be an arc) could be seen.
The outer wall wasn't high, but they couldn't see inside.
Fox 'Aid trotted to the front, jumped up, and knocked on the door.
Squeak.
It seemed that someone had been waiting outside the door for a long time. As soon as the door was knocked, the door opened.
The person who opened the door was a black-haired man between a teenager and a young man.
He was wearing a black double-breasted trench coat and a thin red scarf.
A white belt, black tights, and even black boots — all of them were high-heeled and pointed.
If he didn't appear in such a suitable background, Prince Ren would think that he was suitable to appear in some fashion capital.
New York, Milan, any one.
Is this a sword?
There is indeed a sword hanging on his waist …
"We have a guest."
He said briskly, and when he looked up and saw Fox 'Aid, he smiled and said, "Is our new God's Inquisitor here?"
He passed by Fox 'Aid and looked behind Fox' Aid.
When he saw Prince Ren, he originally intended to go up to him and act coquettishly.
His expression stiffened for a moment, and he said, "Is our new God's Inquisitor … an adult?"
"No ~" Fox 'Aid pretended to be excited.
"I'm a middle school student." Prince Ren saw that he was shocked and added.
The black-haired young man's eyes went back and forth twice, and he hesitantly said, "A middle school student … No wonder."
He lowered his head and whispered, "He's not as tall as me."
The polite smile hanging at the corner of Prince Ren's mouth disappeared.
He looked at the black-haired young man twice and accurately estimated the young man's height. You're only 1.65 meters without high heels, but I'm more than 1.7 meters tall. I'm taller than you!
Ten minutes later, they gathered in the front hall of Honmaru's mansion together with the Death Gods Fu who received the news.
Prince Ren was given the main seat, and Fox 'Aid introduced the two sides next to him. "… In short, because the God's Inquisitor signed a special contract for minors, the time he can appear in Honmaru is limited.
I'll have to trouble you with official business and so on. "
The Death Gods Fu were speechless.
"Fox?" Sitting in the corner, Fox Ball looked at the God's Inquisitor who had a particularly obvious fake name.
From this name and the God's Inquisitor's spiritual power, he perceived something that surprised and delighted him.
Leaning against the wall, he said to himself, "Oh, oh, this is bad. The name of Little Fox is going to be given to someone else.
Compared to me, my lord is Little Fox ~ Then I'll reluctantly become Big Fox. "
He made the decision very happily.
Fox 'Aid's introduction wasn't over.
Just as the Death Gods Fu's expressions became more and more subtle, Prince Ren interrupted him.
"Red Fox."
He called out. "Does the time we wasted with the Government of the Time also count in the two hours?"
Fox 'Aid was stunned.
He hurriedly took out his communication device terminal and tapped a few times before suddenly looking up. "Yes, yes."
"Then it should be almost two hours." Prince Ren looked down at him. "But I still don't know anything. You're a newbie guide, right?
If I'm not satisfied with your work, can I complain? "
Fox 'Aid's hair was about to explode.
"Lord Inquisitor!!!" He jumped up and plunged into Prince Ren's arms. "Don't complain!
Do you think I'm too inefficient?!
Then we can start the newbie guide right away!
For example, forging knives — "
"That's not it."
Prince Ren unceremoniously hugged him and stroked his hair. "We don't have that much time. You'd better tell me what the daily lessons are and what I need to do."
"About this, if you don't mind …" Candlestick Cutter bowed slightly to the youth in the main seat.
Prince Ren quickly adapted to this identity that was similar to that of an ancient lord.
He stood up with Fox in his arms. "I've read the basic information in the contract with the Government of the Time.
Valet, Forging Knife, Handlers, Internal Affairs, Deployment, and Expedition.
I remember that's all I need to do, right?
First, follow your original arrangements. "
"Do you want to try forging knives first?" Candlestick Cutter asked.
Prince Ren looked at him in surprise. "Why do you all think that forging knives is more important?
No, no, I'm not suitable for forging knives now.
A new knife is too dangerous. "
He didn't explain the word "dangerous".
"Not all the Fu Zombies are here, right?" He asked.
"The first unit hasn't returned yet." Candlestick Cutter said.
Prince Ren nodded. "I don't want to explain it again.
When they come back, you explain my situation to them.
Also, there are some among you who are good at official business and organizing, right?
Please write a report for me, including the daily lesson arrangements, the basic situation of the Fu Zombies, and the remaining resources and funds. The more detailed the better.
If possible, I'd like to see it tomorrow.
Ah, I'll probably come a little later tomorrow, at night in the modern world. "
"Minors should go to bed early and get up early." Candlestick Cutter said.
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes at him.
He needed to look up, which made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable. "I'll come before nine o 'clock. It won't affect my schedule."
"Yes."
"I'll decide the rest after I see the report you've compiled." Prince Ren said.
He only walked half a circle around Honmaru before the time was up. The communication terminal in his pocket rang like crazy, and the space-time converter in the yard had entered standby mode.
Fox's Aid finally came back to his senses.
He shook his already messy hair and extended his paw to Prince Ren. "Yes, Lord Inquisitor!
In order to make it easier for you to come to Honmaru, I'll give you a spell in the phone. It will be in the form of an app. You can enter Honmaru by logging in like a game. "
He took the phone from Prince Ren's hand and was stunned.
This … this phone …
"What kind of game can you play on a phone? Tetris?" Prince Ren said.
Fox's Aid looked at the very old Motorola Smart phone in his hand and silently inserted the spell in it.
It returned the phone and said, "Send us a text message when you're here.
It's the number on the back of the brochure. "
He was crying inside. It's one thing to not have a smartphone, but … is the Inquisitor really living in the twenty-first century?!
Prince Ren was oblivious to his ridicule.
He took the phone. "Got it."
As soon as his voice fell, he disappeared into Honmaru.
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's also here …"
Speaking of which, the girls in the shrine are called Miko, what are the boys in the shrine called, Son of God?
"Ah, the Equality House -kun is one of the successors of the head of the nearby Equality House Shrine. He's now cultivating here."
The Miko explained. "In fact, your questions can be better answered in the Equality House Shrine."
"You know me?"
"God has already guided me." The Miko's smile had a mysterious flavor.
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 sat on his knees and waited for the Miko to make tea.
The nearby window was open, and the hot wind blew in, but it was blocked outside by the bamboo window.
Prince Ren heard the sound of a ball hitting, rhythmic and familiar, one after another.
The Miko was meticulously boiling water, and Prince Ren was listening to the sound of a boy called "Equality House", who was probably a "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 also tried, and it was indeed impossible to play on such ground.
What about the Equality House?
Prince Ren remembered 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.
But was the shrine such an approachable place?
Shouldn't the Miko's status be high?
"You should know that our shrine worships the Inari Goddess."
The Miko said with a smile, "You have the power of the Inari Goddess, but you don't know how to use it."
"… The power of the Inari Goddess?" Prince Ren's eyes widened, "Before, others said that I have the power of the stars."
The Miko's expression stiffened for a moment, "'Stars'?
… No … Huh? "
She looked at Prince Ren seriously for a while, then sighed and said, "I'm ashamed that I can't see all the facts with my ability.
But you have supreme potential to be unearthed. "
"That's why I'm here." Prince Ren said, "My ability …"
"If it's your ability, you must know how to control it yourself."
Prince Ren thought, I don't intend to control it.
"How should I use it?" He asked.
The Miko smiled and said, "Follow your heart."
Prince Ren:?
Was the shrine such an idealistic place?
"If you want to learn the basic use of Spiritual Power, then the place that can teach you has already sent you an invitation." The Miko said.
Prince Ren thought of the so-called Government of the Time.
Inviting him over and over again, he should really be very sincere, right?
"I understand, thank you."
He bowed and drank the cup of tea, hesitated for a while when he walked out of the door, but decided to satisfy his curiosity.
He walked to the place where the sound of hitting balls was constantly coming from.
Bypassing the pillar of the shrine and walking a short distance, a very simple court appeared in front of him.
It's not even appropriate to call it a court, it's just a road with mud and stones, with a white line drawn on the boundary of the court.
In the middle of the line, there are two small trees that haven't grown yet, only as tall as a person and a half, pulling an old net.
The boy who just stopped him outside the door had a half-length blonde curly hair (Prince Ren felt that the hairstyle was very similar to his minister's, even the hairband was the same style), holding a racket and running on the simple court.
His aura was exceptionally calm, but also carried a domineering aura that couldn't be ignored.
From what Prince Ren personally experienced in the national tournament, no one was as good as him (after all, Tachikai was the best).
This boy from the Equality House is better than Sanada.
Prince Ren could come to this conclusion.
He's too familiar with Sanada's moves, and by far, he's most familiar with Sanada's moves in the tennis club.
In a way, this is a failure, because his partner is Yanagi.
So he's been reflecting on this recently.
Then what about Yukimura?
How would he compare to Yukimura?
Prince Ren doesn't know, he's never played against Yukimura.
Or rather, they had a practice match, but it's obvious that Yukimura didn't take it seriously.
The tennis ball hit a pebble on the ground.
But the change in its trajectory was clearly within the blond boy's control. He only took two steps before he received the ball that bounced back from the opposite wall.
How did he do it?
Moreover, the wall was more than a meter away from the baseline. To be able to make the ball bounce back and hit the baseline on this side, his control of strength …
Prince Ren subconsciously held his breath.
Then the Equality House's racket turned and retracted.
He stood up straight and let the tennis ball bounce naturally on the racket.
Then he turned around and glanced at Prince Ren, revealing an expression that was half contempt and half arrogance.
He reached out, grabbed the tennis ball, gripped it hard, and threw it into the air.
It was a standard serve posture, and the muscles on his arm bulged slightly when he accumulated strength.
Then he squatted, jumped, swung his arm, and swung the racket.
Pa!
Prince Ren's eyes suddenly widened.
He sucked in a breath of cold air.
It's coming!
When the tennis ball brushed past his cheek, he couldn't help but shrink back. Then he reached out and touched his cheek.
Just now …
How many balls were there?
Two, or three?
How could the tennis ball be several?
Or were some of the balls spiritual power?
He turned around. When the tennis ball hit the ground, there was only a ball print.
But just now, both of his cheeks were indeed …
He retracted his hand, and his fingertips were stained with red.
He was bleeding.
"Hey, Imp." The Equality House walked over with the racket on his shoulder.
He was ten centimeters taller than Prince Ren, and his physique was much stronger. He didn't mind it when he was outside the door, but now he really felt oppressed.
"Are you a middle school student?"
He didn't seem to expect an answer after he said this. Instead, he smiled contemptuously. "Looking at your team uniform, Tachikai University?"
"I heard that as soon as I graduated, Tachikai University won the national championship." He snorted. "But you'd better understand that tennis isn't just a game."
Prince Ren opened his mouth and found his voice. "You haven't seen my matches, so how do you know that our tennis is just a game?"
"That's why I said, Imp, you're too inexperienced." The Equality House came closer, almost touching Prince Ren.
He lowered his head. "Your eyes just now expressed it very clearly."
Prince Ren was silent.
He couldn't refute.
"Forget it."
The Equality House stared at him for a while, and when he didn't seem to get the desired reaction, he stepped back dispiritedly.