# 688
Chapter 689: The Condition of the Blade Spirit
"Blade spirit?" Furuhara Yoshiki seemed to laugh in exasperation, "If I could just attach a blade spirit to this sword, what difference would it be from forging an entirely new Magatsu Blade?"
"Isn't that what you've always dreamed of?" Amemiya Haruki countered.
He shook his head. "Back then, the Chief God of the great nation mobilized all the resources of the Katsuragi Gods to forge just nine Magatsu Blades. Now you're telling me that a blacksmith hiding away in some mountain valley can just forge a Magatsu Blade whenever he wants? What do you think Magatsu Blade is?"
"When the Chief God of the great nation forged those blades, most of the effort went into shaping the blade body and its special properties—the rain of Rainfall Collapse, the paper cranes of Thousand Cranes, the ultra-long-distance projection of Black Rope... But you can completely skip that process now."
Amemiya Haruki pointed at the two broken sections of White Slash. "This blade has already been forged, and it has its own special properties. Whether in material or ability, it doesn't belong to the original Magatsu Blade itself. The only thing it's missing is a blade spirit.
As long as it can be given a blade spirit, it will become the tenth Magatsu Blade in this world."
"Do you think blade spirits are something you can just hand out like cabbages? There are very strict conditions for becoming a blade spirit."
Furuhara Yoshiki spoke with absolute seriousness:
"First, the soul body itself cannot have been separated from its physical vessel for too long. Once its own spiritual power begins to dissipate, it will no longer be complete. The integrity of the soul body is a mandatory requirement for becoming a blade spirit.
Second, the soul body must have possessed extremely powerful strength in life, capable of bearing the power of the blade itself. If its spiritual strength is insufficient, it will be overwhelmed by the blade's power and be completely annihilated.
Third, the soul body must possess high intelligence and possess its own consciousness, capable of activating the Magatsu Blade's power independently even when the blade's master is not present.
Fourth, the soul body must willingly become a Magatsu Blade spirit. Otherwise, even if it merges into the blade body, the blade master won't be able to channel the blade's power. Instead, it will completely ruin the Magatsu Blade.
Fifth, and this is the most difficult requirement—the soul body's abilities must highly coincide with the blade's special properties, without any rejection phenomena. If your blade's special property is rain, then the blade spirit's abilities must also be related to rain."
After listing all these conditions, he glanced at Amemiya Haruki and then at Lin Qiye, speaking leisurely:
"When the nine Magatsu Blades were forged, the Katsuragi Gods expended tremendous effort, collecting eight blade spirits from all across Japan, and only managed to barely gather enough by including Master Guyue himself.
If I猜得没错的话, this blade's property should be related to space. To attach a blade spirit to it, you would first need a soul body that also possesses spatial attributes, complete spiritual integrity, superhuman strength, high intelligence, and is willing to become a blade spirit...
Today's society is no longer like the mythological legends. Even if you searched all of Japan, you couldn't find such a soul body. This is also why Magatsu Blades cannot be replicated in modern times.
So... do you have a soul body that meets these conditions?"
Amemiya Haruki fell silent.
Although he had some knowledge of Magatsu Blades, he hadn't expected the conditions for blade spirits to be so strict. As he had said, such a soul body couldn't possibly exist in all of Japan. That meant atttaching a blade spirit to this blade was essentially impossible...
Lin Qiye sighed helplessly. He walked to Amemiya Haruki's side and patted his shoulder, comforting him:
"It's fine. As long as it can be repaired, it doesn't matter if there's no blade spirit."
Amemiya Haruki, seeing this, could only give up.
"It's getting late. You two can find any room in the house to rest. I need to start working." Furuhara Yoshiki, seeing the conversation had ended,毫不犹豫地下了逐客令, picked up the two broken blade sections, and walked toward the forging area.
Amemiya Haruki stood up from the small stool and walked toward the back house with Lin Qiye.
"Doesn't he need to sleep?" Lin Qiye glanced at the time and asked.
"He usually sleeps during the day and forges at night. Generally, he only sleeps four hours a day." Amemiya Haruki looked back at that burly, busy figure. "Because he's been staying here all year round without communicating or interacting with others, his personality is somewhat... unique."
Lin Qiye nodded, recalling those deeply sunken black eye sockets in his memory, understanding in his heart.
A real grinding machine...
"Since we couldn't attach the blade spirit, our earlier agreement doesn't count anymore." Amemiya Haruki slowly said, "When that blade is repaired, you can go back first. I'll go to that place myself."
Lin Qiye hadn't forgotten the agreement he made with Amemiya Haruki—if he could give White Slash a blade spirit, he would protect him to a certain place. Now that the blade spirit couldn't be attached, Amemiya Haruki planned to go alone and hadn't intended to involve Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after a long while, he just shook his head.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow."
He and Amemiya Haruki each walked into a room and closed the door. There were no bedding or pillows in the room—only tatami mats and a few blankets. It was unclear how Furuhara Yoshiki had managed to live like this here.
Lin Qiye lay down on the tatami mat and slowly closed his eyes.
...
Asylum of the Gods.
Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, walked through the asylum and clearly felt that it was much more lively here than before.
In the courtyard, several caregivers were hanging freshly washed bedding on erected racks to dry; Wangcai led a group of subordinates,叼着扫帚和拖把, strutting proudly toward the bathroom; the kitchen fires burned vigorously, and several wisps of aroma drifted out...
Lin Qiye walked along the corridor, with caregivers passing by him from time to time, all politely bowing to him and saying "Good evening, Director."
It seems Li Yifei's management skills are indeed excellent... Lin Qiye thought to himself.
He walked all the way to the study, where he saw Bragi and Merlin sitting at a small table eating dinner. The two of them had eight dishes before them, and even two pots of fruit wine beside them, eating with great relish.
"Director?" Bragi happened to see Lin Qiye at the doorway and immediately stood up excitedly, waving his hand, "Director, want to join us?"
"Good evening, Director." Merlin said with a smile.
Lin Qiye walked into the study, glanced at another empty chair, and asked in confusion:
"It's just the two of you?"
"Yeah." Bragi sat back down in his chair and shrugged. "Li Yifei and the others had originally prepared meals for the one in Room Four as well, but... that person doesn't seem to have any intention of coming to eat with us."
Merlin nodded. "So I had them send the meal directly to the room later."
Lin Qiye walked to the window and looked at Room Four across from the second floor. The door was tightly closed. He let out a long sigh.