I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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"Whether you are a person or a knife, sand and wind are just sand and wind. They should not be defined. Even if they are defined, as a person, you are unique, and as a knife, you are unparalleled in the world."

"No two leaves are exactly alike, just as no two sandstorms are the same."

"To answer your previous question, my brother did tell me some things. He wanted to help me, but I refused."

"Our ideas are actually different."

"Although knives are man-made, their significance is not just about being wielded by people to take lives. A knife can also be left there peacefully, admired, touched, and worshipped."

"All the meaning of a tool is given by people. However, when a tool has self-awareness, its value is no longer given by the user, but by the tool itself that generates self-awareness."

"Just like, Sister Fengsha, you don't want to leave and want to see everyone find their own place. Isn't that your own thought? It wasn't given to you by the people who are using you."

"Do you want to consider the opinions of others, which conflict with your own desire to go out and see the world?"

The wind and sand were speechless and choked with emotion; she realized that she seemed to have fallen into a misconception.

Because of her own experiences, she seems to have started to reject not only humans, but also the outside world.

But in reality, she wasn't too opposed to it; at the very least, she accepted Suzumiya Yuki and Ishihara Reina.

"It's not necessarily true that you have to trust humans again and find a new master. That would be too boring. Why let others control you when you can live a good life on your own?"

Reina Ishihara turned her painting over.

"Sister Fengsha, look, I've finished drawing it. Isn't it pretty?"

The wind and sand smiled helplessly.

"Sister Reina, I can't see."

Reina Ishihara said instinctively, "It's okay if you can't see, I'll be your eyes."

At that moment, Fengsha felt as if he had been electrocuted.

My emotions surged up inexplicably.

"Could you say it again? I don't quite understand."

Reina Ishihara smiled slightly and said, "What you can't see, I'll see for you; what's broken, I'll mend for you. So please live well, live for yourself."

Feng Sha's psychological defenses gradually crumbled, and his voice choked with emotion.

"But I am a broken knife, a crippled person."

The wind and sand resent humanity, and also resent themselves; they were once proud of their renowned sword.

"So what? Does a broken knife have no value? Can't a crippled person live?"

"When a knife breaks, its greatest value is already realized; it is the disabled who should be exploring the beauty of life."

"Living is a remarkable thing in itself, and living with disabilities is an even more remarkable thing."

"And I've looked into it. Sister Fengsha, your situation isn't entirely hopeless. Let me tell you a secret: Xuexue had also looked for help before my brother told me."

The wind and sand were somewhat surprised.

"Little sister, I'm looking for you... is it because of me?"

"She asked me to persuade you to accept the idea of ​​starting over. She found a very skilled knife repairman before she came, and the materials are ready. She's just waiting for you to agree."

"Of course, I also have selfish motives. Xuexue and my brother both have knives, and I also want to have a knife. Even if I don't use it, I just want to keep it there and worship it."

"But after looking at it from all angles, I still feel that Sister Fengsha and I are compatible and can work together, so I thought I'd give it a try and do some persuasion on your part."

"I want to clarify that I didn't have this idea because someone told me. Actually, I also have a dream of becoming a swordsman. I feel that I need you, so I said it, but..."

"But these things still require mutual affection. I know that forced relationships are never sweet, so I won't force it. However, I hope that Sister Fengsha can live a good life for herself. When everyone sees you happy, everyone will be happy too."

The wind and sand smiled slightly, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.

Reina Ishihara couldn't quite figure out the reaction of the wind and sand.

However, I've said what I wanted to say and done what I wanted to do. Whether it succeeds or not is up to me.

Even if I only agree to one of these three things—to live well, follow my own path, and recover my body—it's still worth it.

Even if nothing is accomplished, if it can have some positive effect on the sandstorms, then all this talk won't have been wasted.

"Rena, do you really need me?"

Reina Ishihara tilted her head and said casually, "Of course, I like to talk dirty, but I don't like to lie."

The wind and sand were somewhat curious.

"What kind of 'flirting' is that?"

"Well, I promised my brother I'd act normal here. Come with me, and I'll show you what I'm made of when we get back."

"Then let me think about it carefully. I'm not sure what I really want right now."

"While you're considering it, strike a few more poses. The way you look right now is really appetizing."

Chapter 369 Aren't you coming with me?

"The way you're talking makes it sound like I'm something you can eat."

"You're not something you can eat, after all, your beauty is pleasing to the eye."

The sandstorm was quite strange.

Where did you learn such a skill at sweet-talking people?

I would call it talent.

"Haha, talent. Sounds plausible, but it's quite troublesome to learn."

Next door, Feng Zejian is giving Wangchuan a massage.

This wasn't something Feng Zejian suggested on his own initiative; it was Wangchuan who requested it.

Of course, this time it wasn't the massage itself; Kazesawa didn't yet have the ability to manipulate moving iron.

Wangchuan made this request in order to cultivate the relationship between the two. Her personality doesn't seem like that of a little girl who would act coquettishly, nor is she aloof or arrogant.

It was the sheer chill emanating from the murderous aura that made Wangchuan appear so aloof.

Wangchuan considers himself to be relatively kind.

However, her tone had a natural coldness, so much so that her seemingly gentle words sounded like commands.

Feng Zejian had no intention of resisting at all.

They can be busy for several hours at a time.

Wangchuan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you tired?"

Feng Zejian smiled obsequiously, "Not tired, not tired. How could serving Sister Chuan be tiring?"

"Don't push yourself too hard."

"No, no."

Just kidding, Wangchuan's body is so smooth, tender, cool and elastic, you can't help but love it.

At this moment, Wangchuan asked, "Do you think what I did was right?"

Feng Zejian paused for a moment, then asked softly, "Sister Chuan, could you be more specific?"

"It's about cooperating with humans."

Feng Zejian said this while massaging her.

"Although it wasn't their subjective consent, this kind of thing is an inevitable trend. Just like they said, many forces no less powerful than the Thousand Blades Pavilion have also succumbed."

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what Sister Chuan did. The world is constantly changing, and we must seek change in order to survive better in this ever-changing world.”

"This place cannot remain isolated from the world forever. I believe that if everyone is willing enough, they can plan and strategize outside, connecting points into lines, lines into surfaces, and weaving together a vast network to gather strength and power. To put it bluntly, the demon sword recognizing its master is not only beneficial to them, but the demon sword can also gain trust and the power of its user to give back to this place."

"If you truly care about the Thousand Blades Pavilion, these things aren't difficult, but if there are ungrateful wretches among them, there's nothing you can do."

"It doesn't matter, as long as everyone can find a good home."

Feng Zejian couldn't help but remind him, "We still need to be wary of some people who might betray us."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Wangchuan sat up abruptly from the sofa.

In the blink of an eye, he had put the clothes on.

Feng Zejian called out.

"Who?"

The voice of Suzumiya Yuki could be heard from outside.

"it's me."

Hearing Ryouko's voice, Kazema breathed a sigh of relief and got up to open the door.

Fengze let Suzumiya Yuki in.

Looking at Wangchuan combing his hair, Liang Gongxue asked, "Jian, did I disturb you?"

Feng Zejian waved his hand.

"No."

"I actually came here to see my eldest sister."

Wangchuan got up and walked to the two of them.

"What's wrong."

"It was to draft the terms for renting a knife. I was originally going to ask Sister Fengsha, but she was chatting quite well with Lina next door. I listened at the door for a while and then decided not to go in."

Feng Zejian nodded with satisfaction.

“You’re absolutely right to do this. Why don’t you go first, Sister Chuan?”

Wangchuan looked at Fengzejian and frowned slightly.

"Won't you come with me?"

It was a very simple question, and the tone was fine, but when it came out of Wangchuan's mouth with that cold demeanor, it became an unquestionable rhetorical question.

"Then I'll come with you?" Feng Zejian asked tentatively.

Even Wangchuan could link arms with Fengzejian.

"Ah."

"Little sister, you come too."

Suzumiya Yuki nodded slightly. "Mm."

She had originally planned to go along, since it involved cooperating with humans and she could lend a hand from the sidelines. It would also be good if she could secure more benefits for everyone.

In order to maintain Wangchuan's prominent position and not overshadow the main character, Fengzejian and Lianggongxue walked behind Wangchuan.

Wangchuan didn't say anything and went to the office of the Thousand Blades Pavilion.

Despite being a force composed of swords, the Thousand Blades Pavilion has a complete system and occupies a considerable area.

There is a martial arts training ground, a rest area, a restaurant, and a knife-washing pool.

As the name suggests, a knife washing pool is a place to wash knives. However, the liquid used to wash knives is not water, but a special liquid with strong corrosiveness, even more terrifying than sulfuric acid, but it can effectively remove rust spots from the knife.

Maintaining sharpness without needing to sharpen is a form of maintenance for the demon swords.

When they arrived at the office, Wangchuan found that it was a spacious place with no one else around except the three of them.

Wangchuan opened the drawer and took out an old-fashioned book.

Those books with blue-stitched bindings look like they contain unparalleled martial arts techniques, but they aren't actually.

The name is also very simple: Dao Lu (刀录).

This is Wangchuan's personal record, which records the origin, characteristics, and even the features of the original owners of each sword in the Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Feng Zejian curiously peeked over, and Wangchuan handed the sword manual directly to him.

"Look."

Feng Zejian excitedly took it and sat on the sofa to start reading.