Chapter 689 – Blade Soul’s Conditions

　　”Soul of the blade?” Furuhara Ryoki looked like he was exasperated and laughed, “If I can press a sword soul on this sword, what’s the difference between that and building another Banezu sword?”

　　”Hasn’t this been your dream all along?” Amamiya Haruhide asked rhetorically.

　　He shook his head, “Back then, the main god of the great nation utilized the entirety of the Kunitsu God’s reserves to create nine Banezu swords, and now with me, a blacksmith hiding in a ravine, saying that I can create a Banezu sword? What do you take the Banejin Swords for?”

　　”Back then, when the main gods of the great powers made their swords, the vast majority of their energy was spent on forging the blade and special attributes, the rain of the [Rain Avalanche], the paper cranes of the [Thousand Cranes], and the ultra-long distance projection of the [Black Rope]……. But you can completely skip this process right now.”

　　Amamiya Haruhide pointed at the two cuts of [Zhanbai] and said, “This blade, has already been forged and has its own special attributes, no matter if it’s the material or the ability, it doesn’t belong to the Banezu Blade itself, what it lacks is just a blade soul.

　　As long as it can be given a blade soul, it is the tenth Banezu Blade in this world.”

　　”What do you think a blade soul is? A big cabbage? Just give it when you say so?” Furuhara Ryoki spoke in a serious and earnest manner:

　　”There are very strict restrictions on becoming a sword soul.

　　First, the soul body itself cannot be too long away from the warmth of being separated from the body, once its own soul power is lost, it will no longer be complete, the integrity of the soul body is a must for becoming a sword soul.

　　Second, the soul body must be extremely strong in life, able to carry the power of the knife itself, once its own soul strength is insufficient, it will be overwhelmed by the power of the knife body and completely obliterate.

　　Third, the soul body must possess a high level of intelligence, possessing a mind of its own, and be able to act on its own to catalyze the power of the Banezu Blade, even if the Blade Master is not with it.

　　Fourth, the soul body must have voluntarily become the banejin sword soul, otherwise even if it is integrated into the body of the sword, the sword owner will not be able to mobilize the power of the sword, and instead, it will completely render the banejin sword obsolete.

　　Fifth, and the most difficult point, the soul body’s own abilities must be highly overlapping with the special attribute of the blade without any exclusion, if your blade’s special attribute is rain, then the blade soul’s abilities must also be related to rain.”

　　After saying so many words one after another, he looked at Rain Palace Haruhui and then at Lin Qiye and leisurely spoke:

　　”Back then, when these nine Banezu swords were built, the Kokuzu Gods spent a great deal of effort to collect eight sword souls from all over Japan, and with the addition of Grandmaster Gu Yue himself, only then did they barely scrape together enough souls for these nine swords.

　　If I’m not mistaken, the attributes of this blade should be related to space, and if you want to press a blade soul on it, you first need a soul body that also has space attributes, has a complete soul body, is super strong, possesses a high level of intelligence, and has volunteered to become a blade soul ……

　　Nowadays, the society is no longer the same as in the myths and legends, nowadays, even if you set foot in the whole of Japan, it is impossible to find out such a soul body, which is why the Banezu sword can not be reproduced in modern times.

　　Then …… eligible soul bodies, do you have any?”

　　Amamiya Haruhide fell into silence.

　　Although he knew something about the Banezu Sword, he hadn’t expected the conditions for the sword soul to be so harsh, and as he said, this kind of soul body couldn’t possibly exist in the entirety of Japan, which meant that pressing a sword soul on this sword was basically an impossible thing ……

　　Lin Qiye sighed helplessly as he walked over to Amamiya Haruhide and patted his shoulder, comforting him:

　　”It’s fine, as long as we can fix it, it doesn’t matter if we don’t have a sword soul.”

　　Seeing this, Amamiya Haruhide could only give up.

　　”It’s getting late, you guys go find a random room in the house and rest, I’m going to start working.” Seeing that the conversation was over, Furuhara Ryoki did not hesitate to give an eviction order, picking up the two broken blades and heading towards the forging area.

　　Amamiya Haruhide stood up from the small bench and walked towards the back of the house with Lin Qiye.

　　”Doesn’t he have to sleep?” Lin Qiye glanced at the time and asked.

　　”He usually sleeps during the day and forges at night, moreover, he usually only sleeps for four hours a day.” Amamiya Haruhui looked back at the lanky and busy back, “Because he stays here all year round and doesn’t interact with people to get in touch, his personality is somewhat …… special.”

　　Lin Qiye nodded, his mind remembering that pair of deeply concave black eyes, his heart realized.

　　It’s a liver emperor ah ……

　　”The Soul of the Blade didn’t get pressed on you, so our previous agreement, it doesn’t count anymore.” Amamiya Haruhui slowly spoke, “When that sword is repaired, you can go back first, I’ll go to that place by myself.”

　　Lin Qiye didn’t forget his agreement with Amamiya Haruhui at the time, if he could make the [Chopping White] have a sword soul, he had to protect him to go to a place, now it seemed that the sword soul didn’t press through, Amamiya Haruhui was planning to go on his own, and didn’t intend to involve Lin Qiye in this.

　　Lin Qiye opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after a long time, he still shook his head.

　　”Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

　　He and Amamiya Haruhide walked into a room separately and closed the door, there were no futons or pillows in the room, only tatami mats and a few blankets, and it was unknown how Furuhara Yoshiki actually lived down here.

　　Lin Qiye laid down on the tatami mats and slowly closed his eyes.

　　The Gods Mental Hospital.

　　Dressed in a white coat, Lin Qiye walked through the hospital and clearly felt that it was a lot more lively than before.

　　In the courtyard, several caregivers were holding freshly washed quilts and bed covers, drying them on the shelves they had erected; Wang Cai led a group of juniors with brooms and mops in their mouths, walking majestically towards the toilets; the fire in the kitchen was burning brightly, and a few wisps of aroma wafted …… out.

　　Lin Qiye walked along the corridor, and from time to time, some of the caregivers passed in front of him, and politely bent down to salute him, saying “Good day, dean”.

　　It seems that Li Yifei’s management talent is really good ah …… Lin Qiye secretly thought.

　　He walked all the way to the study, only to see Bragi and Merlin sitting on a small table eating, eight dishes were placed in front of the two, and there were even two jugs of fruit wine beside them, they were eating with gusto.

　　”Dean?” Bragi happened to see Lin Qiye walk up to the door and stood up excitedly, waving his hand, “Dean, join us for some food?”

　　”Good evening, Your Excellency the Dean.” Mei Lin said with a smile.

　　Lin Qiye walked into the study, looked at the other empty chair, and asked suspiciously:

　　”Just the two of you?”

　　”Right.” Bracky sat back in his chair, shrugged, and said, “Li Yifei and the others originally prepared a meal for the one in room four as well, but …… that one doesn’t seem to have the intention of coming to eat with us.”

　　Mei Lin nodded, “So, I’ll have them send the meal directly to the room in a while.”

　　Lin Qiye walked over to the window and looked across the second floor, at room number four, whose door was closed, and let out a long sigh.