I'm having fun in Tokyo

As soon as Xinjue came out, she hugged Morikawa Yu's waist.

She glanced at the sky outside the window and realized it was night. She immediately turned back and rubbed her face against Morikawa Yu's chest.

"Master, you promised me last night that you would sleep with me, but in the end you rested with Lady Feiyue. Now that you are my master, shouldn't you be mine?"

Morikawa Yu paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that there was such a thing.

He nodded: "Okay, I'll sleep with you tonight."

But he didn't come out of the comfort zone just to have Xinju warm his bed, sleep with him, or act cute.

He gently ruffled Xinjue's long pink hair.

"Xinjue, I just had you listen to the meeting. Was anyone lying during the meeting?"

"No." Xinjue shook her head.

"If anyone lies, I'll warn you directly, Master. I won't allow anyone to lie to you."

Morikawa Yu nodded and chuckled.

That's why he takes Xinjue with him when he goes out.

Unlike that arrogant big cat named Asaka, who only gets angry with him in a haughty way.

"Shall we go to sleep now, Master?"

Xinjue looked at him expectantly: "Or should we do something else?"

She had just looked; it was late at night outside, quite different from inside.

It's morning at home, just after waking up, when I'm at my most energetic.

The owner can't possibly have just woken up at home and then continue sleeping here, can they?

We definitely need to do some other things.

Although she didn't feel comfortable while doing those things, the feeling of being held in his arms and comforted afterward was wonderful.

That's what she's been looking forward to.

She was also willing to satisfy his needs in order to enjoy his embrace.

Morikawa Yu nodded.

Thinking about it carefully, it's been a long time since I slept with Xinjue.

It wouldn't be bad to enjoy the service of a maid.

But he immediately frowned.

He heard a pleasant chime coming from the storage space inside the Imperial Vermilion Seal Tent.

It was his beloved sword, Tsurumaru Kuninaga from the Mikazuki series.

His consciousness sank into the Goshuincho, and looking at Tsurumaru, he noticed that its blade was radiating a dazzling white light.

He paused for a moment, then took Tsurumaru out of the goshuincho (a type of ancient Chinese seal).

Tsurumaru appeared in his hand, but the light on the blade shone even brighter.

Xinjue immediately ran to the window of the room and drew the curtains.

Morikawa Yu looked at Tsurumaru in his hand in surprise.

He saw a faint phantom appear beside Tsurumaru, which gradually solidified and finally condensed completely in the light, transforming into a slender and graceful young girl's figure.

She had beautiful long white hair, wore a plain white kimono, and a white haori with gold patterns. Her face was lovely, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her eyes seemed to speak volumes as she looked straight at him.

But she quickly turned her head to look at the rest of the room, and then glanced at Xinjue, who had drawn the curtains.

Finally, after confirming her surroundings, she moved closer to Morikawa Yu, looked at him, and tilted her head slightly: "Master?"

Chapter 409 The Sword Maiden Transforms into a Human! (Four Chapters Combined)

"You are......"

Morikawa Yu looked at the white-haired, golden-eyed girl in the kimono and haori before him, then at the long sword Tsurumaru in his hand, and couldn't help but ask, "Tsurumaru?"

Tsurumaru was still in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly.

But the girl before him was clearly born from Tsurumaru's light.

"It's me, Master."

The white-haired girl nodded.

"Then what about this?" Morikawa Yu glanced at the Tsurumaru longsword in his hand again.

"also me."

"But now, this should be considered my residence."

Her hand rested on the blade of Tsurumaru's sword, and she smiled brightly, causing the blade to shine brilliantly once more.

"Because I have already taken human form and gained a human body, Master."

Morikawa Yu was startled.

The transformation technique of the tsukumogami given to him by Daitamaru could indeed help yokai transform, but he simply used the wind and power to nurture Tsurumaru and Mikazuki according to the method.

To my surprise, it actually succeeded.

But why so fast?

The white-haired girl seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and sighed.

She released Tsurumaru, approached Morikawa Yu, looked up at him, and said, "Master~"

“I know all of Master’s intentions. I’ve always known that he wants Mikazuki and me to become girls.”

"But Mikazuki and I are swords, weapons for killing, and spirits of fame, not tsukumogami that try to please others with cuteness or charm, so we have always been unwilling to take human form."

"As a result, Master, you always compare us to real youkai girls like Chizuru, and you always look down on us."

"I was very angry at the time."

"I thought to myself, 'Such a stupid owner, I might as well just ignore you from now on.'"

"But I've figured it out now."

“Master, you have always been so persistent, and you have even learned the art of transformation. Moreover, you are the master that Mikazuki and I chose ourselves, and you are the destiny we chose.”

"Considering how hard you've worked, it's not impossible to grant your wish."

She took a step back, stretched out her hands, spun around, and then stopped. She put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, tilted her head back, and let her long, snow-white hair fall from her shoulders. Her large, expressive eyes stared straight at him.

"How about it?"

"This is the human form I have created."

"Master, do you like it?"

Morikawa Yu couldn't help but nod.

I like it, of course I like it.

The Chinese are all fans of white-haired characters, especially when it's such an adorable sword girl from their own country. How could they not like her?

But after his initial excitement, he calmed down.

He looked at the long sword Tsurumaru in his hand, then at her: "It's Tsurumaru, and you're Tsurumaru too, so how should I address you?"

“In the past, it was me; now, it is my dwelling.”

She smiled gently: "So, it's also called Tsurumaru Kuninaga."

"How about I be called Tsurumaru, Master?"

Morikawa Yu nodded thoughtfully.

"can."

"Will you still be my sword in the future?" he asked again.

Before, Tsurumaru was a sword that he could use to fight, but now that Tsurumaru has become a girl, and a cute white-haired beauty at that, it would be a bit strange to use her in battle.

"Of course, I am my master's beloved sword. Even if I have become like this, I am still my master's beloved sword."

"Master may use me as he sees fit."

“However, I am different from before.” She reached out her hand towards Tsurumaru Kuninaga in Morikawa Yu’s hand.

The next moment, a faint light appeared in her hand, gradually solidifying into a long sword, clearly in the shape of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, with a blade that was half solid and half ethereal.

She took a step back, her figure flashing, and the blade swung into the air.

A flash of light, and long afterward, faint traces of the blade lingered in the air, as if touching them would cause a cut.

"I am your beloved sword, Master. Tsurumaru Kuninaga is my home. As long as you continue to use it, Master, I will be able to reproduce your style and swordsmanship."

"Of course, it can only reproduce it; it can't do anything more."

"So, in order for me to better help my master, you still need to keep working hard."

She waved her hand, and the half-real, half-illusory longsword gradually dissipated. She put her hands behind her back and looked at Morikawa Yu with a smile.

Morikawa Yu nodded, then glanced at Tsurumaru in his hand.

"Oh, right." She suddenly seemed to remember something, leaned closer to Morikawa Yu, looked into his eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Master, I forgot to tell you, I'm a boy, a cute boy."

"Huh?" Morikawa Yu was taken aback.

He looked at the white-haired girl in front of him, at her captivating eyes, her lovely and delicate face, and her slender yet curvaceous body beneath her kimono and haori.

She looks like a girl no matter how you look at it.

How could it be a boy?

"Ah, I didn't fool my master." She smiled again.

"I am indeed a real girl."

"Master, why don't you check it yourself?"

Her fingers reached for the sash and belt at her waist, and she winked at Morikawa Yu.

That's the outer garment of a kimono.

Once untied, the outer kimono can be removed, along with the inner kimono and lining, revealing a glimpse of the girl's most private and beautiful skin.

"It's completely different from the cold blade. No one has ever seen or touched it before. It's the body of your favorite beautiful girl, Master. Don't you really want to see it?"

Morikawa Yu hesitated for a moment.

"Hmm..." Xin Jue, who had just returned after drawing the curtains, looked at Morikawa Yu with an increasingly strange gaze.

Finally, she couldn't help but whisper, "Master, you're a pervert."

She hasn't called Morikawa Yu a pervert in a long time.

Today she couldn't help but curse again because she felt that Morikawa Yu was really a pervert now.

Yes, even though it was Tsurumaru who said such explicit things, and Morikawa Yu was just the one who was tempted, she still thought Morikawa Yu was a pervert.

Because Morikawa Yu did not immediately and firmly reject Tsurumaru, nor did she push Tsurumaru away.

But if Morikawa Yu really did that, she would think that her master was a hypocritical, shameful, and fake-righteous person.

So Xinjue hesitated for a moment, wondering what she really wanted from her master.

Morikawa Yu also looked hesitant.

He looked Tsurumaru up and down, then suddenly frowned: "Are you really Tsurumaru? Your personality seems a bit different."

His impression of Tsurumaru has always been that he is lively, somewhat reckless and impulsive, possessive, competitive, and always wants to be one step ahead of Mikazuki.

If she were to become a beautiful girl, he felt she would be the puppy-like type.

However, now that she has become a swordswoman, she is sometimes lively and unrestrained, sometimes gentle and understanding, and sometimes like a little devil, tempting him to do strange things.

It's not right.

"It's me."