"A man only gets an answer when he deserves an answer."
"You can try to find it."
Sen no Rikyu only gave a hint.
The Juji in her spiritual base was almost dying of anxiety.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Sen no Rikyu with thoughtful eyes.
Miss Sen no Rikyu......
You should know what something looks like.
But she didn't want to say it.
Why...?
Okita Souji Alter, who was hiding in the corner, looked back and shook his head.
Sen no Rikyu knows everything.
Whether it's the truth about this singularity or something else, Sen Rikyu knows it, and Komahime, who shares the spiritual base with Sen Rikyu, also knows it, but they won't tell anything crucial. Their biggest purpose is to serve as a "prison"
The guards imprisoned Souji Okita Ater here.
Of course, both parties are voluntary.
The questions raised were not answered. Samura Soina left the Yoshiro Tea House with Fujimaru Ritsuka worriedly and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Miss Fujimaru, for keeping you waiting for me for so long."
"It's okay, Ms. Rikyu's tea is delicious."
Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand.
"Let me take you to the patrol station. Miss Souji works at the patrol station, and Mr. Samura and I often go there."
Patting her chest, Shina could only show a kind smile, trying her best to make herself look less sad.
...
"Oh, Kabuki."
"Oh, Shamisen."
"Why...why did things become like this?"
Takasugi Shinsaku was lying on the railing, looking like he had turned into snow-white ashes.
"Perhaps you wanted me to perform shamisen, which is why you attracted those things."
Izumo Aguo sat on the mat, fiddling with the shamisen in his hand, looking angrily at this impolite guy who shouted every day that he wanted to "sleep with you until dawn".
"Huh? No way..."
Takasugi Shinsaku raised his head and smiled awkwardly.
"It should at least be confirmed."
A somewhat familiar voice came over.
"Ah! Zuo Cun, you're here!"
Seeing Zuocun wearing a sword, Takasugi Shinsaku suddenly became excited.
"You guys are willing to pick up the sword again. That Hijikata guy is probably very excited!"
"I'm really excited...but I didn't pick up the knife just to fight with him. Don't follow me and make fun of him."
Zuocun shook his head helplessly.
"I came here mainly to show Miss Aguo whether she can play shamisen again."
"Huh? Why do you still have to play shamisen?"
Izumo Aguo looked so reluctant.
As the originator of kabuki performance, what she is really good at is soul-soothing dance.
"The purpose is actually to remove those strange things. I'm a little offended. I'm sorry, Miss Aguo." Following Zuo Cun, the general manager in the uniform of the patrol bureau explained.
"Yesterday, I went to the top of the mountain with Hijikata and a few outsiders to investigate, and found nothing except a hut. There was no abnormality last night, so... I just want to
Relive what happened that night."
"Is that okay, Miss Izumo Akun?"
Samura looked at Izumo Aguo.
"Hmm... I see, it seems I have to play the shamisen?"
A Guo pouted in distress.
"Do you want to promise me? At least let me dance a soul-soothing dance or something before leaving this village. After all, that is my job."
She stretched out a finger and emphasized once.
"No problem. Although the village chief is not here, I agreed on behalf of the village chief."
Zuocun's status in this village seems to be... very high.
The Zuomura family - the local powerful force, the patrol bureau - the violent organization that manages public security, and the village chief - the organization that integrates all the institutions in the village. If the Kurokawakami village is divided in terms of power, it is almost like this structure.
In addition, there are some mysterious areas such as Yoshiro Tea House.
"Oh! That's no problem! So when are we going?"
Izumo Aguo led the strange robot behind him to pose in a very imposing pose.
"I'll contact the director and the others to at least ensure the safety of Miss A Guo and the onlookers."
"Well, I'm begging you, Commander-in-Chief, please remember to ask me to catch one alive if possible, and don't kill it directly."
It is very important to be alive in such an incident. After all, there is very little information now. If possible, it is absolutely necessary to control as much information as possible.
but......
Can those creatures really speak?
Although it does have a mouth, it appears to be wearing clothes, and it even holds a knife...
"I see."
Nodding, Souji turned around and left quickly.
"Then, I will take my leave first. I will wait for Miss Aguo in the square to the west of the village tonight."
"What about me? What about me?"
Takasugi Jin pointed two fingers at himself and asked.
"You just let it happen."
Takasugi:?
Samura quickly moistened it, leaving Takasugi Shinsaku with a confused look on his face.
"Don't stand still, Takasugi-kun! Come and teach me shamisen!"
Izumo Aguo tugged on Takasugi Shinsaku's sleeve.
...
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr. Hijikata."
"Pickled - radish -!!!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka had just knocked on the door of the patrol station when he heard such a voice coming from inside.
Fujimaru Ritsuka:???
What the hell?
"Oh oh oh! The director has entered the pickled radish monster state again!"
This is Saito Kazuo's voice.
"So hurry up and stop the director! Shannan, aren't you the deputy director? Come on in!"
"Ah? Me? Are you sure?"
There was a loud noise in the patrol station.
"What is the pickled radish monster...?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Samura Soina seriously with a curious but not so curious look.
"this......"
Ezuna showed an awkward yet polite smile.
"Since we want to investigate the truth, we definitely need pickled radish!!!"
"So, the Mibu Wolf—attack!!!"
The corners of Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes twitched suddenly.
It seems that although Mr. Hijikata has become a lot more normal in this singularity, but...
After all, it's still Berserker...
This crazy feeling still hasn’t dissipated at all...
"Ms. Yukina, Miss Tsunori, could you please let Mr. Hijikata calm down first?"
With no other choice, Fujimaru Ritsuka could only look to Hoshikuma Yukina and Yuori for help.
"Master is really a bastard, can't you handle such a thing?"