Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Miss Sakura is an outstanding person. This is not just about her excellent data processing ability, her assassination ability as a ninja, or her courage as a housewife who can win against her grandma for discounted meat in the supermarket. It is more about her The ability to learn and absorb knowledge like a sponge.

This kind of talent is her foundation. No matter what posture, she can learn it quickly.

Cooking is of course a piece of cake!

"Today is Chinese food."

"Okay~~"

After returning home, Miss Sakura looked even more heroic after tying her single ponytail with a hair tie. She sorted and stored the shopping items one by one with sharp eyes, and neatly arranged the ingredients she would take today.

Fujimaru, who could only carry heavy plastic bags and provide coolies, was too lazy to cook. Ritsuka looked on with relief.

Why are you just watching?

Miss Sakura once had such doubts, but after the two of them had lived together for so long - meaning after a few weeks, she no longer cared about such trivial matters at all.

With the deepening of the bond and the deepening of mutual familiarity, the two parties who were originally harmonious and could only see each other's advantages will inevitably have conflicts and bad opinions. This is what young lovers must appreciate from walking on the street on campus to living together. step.

Originally, they were supposed to date, break up, date again, break up again, find another partner for a few years, and then get back together. Only by completing the above steps can they achieve this harmonious "husband and wife" way of getting along.

But unfortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka has the greatest pride in the world when it comes to "letting others pamper herself", and the two of them are not lovers at all. Within a few weeks, it was enough for this social tyrannosaur to tame Miss Sakura.

Haha, these miserable humans didn’t even notice that they were tamed by me, Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a crooked smile.

Immediately, the mop in her hand was soaked with water and she smoothed the lines. The girl bent down and began to patrol the living room.

Then again, why are these two living together now?

That is of course Yuan Zhisheng's will.

First of all, there is the issue of safety. Fujimaru Ritsuka is already a thorn in the side of the demons, and his family members are at considerable risk. Naturally, his parents have been secretly protecting him for a long time. Recently, he was blocked on an international flight and asked for paid leave. Travel to China next door.

Minamoto was thinking that Miss Sakura and Fujimaru Ritsuka would have to work together for a long time. In order to develop a tacit understanding of each other and to take care of each other, he allowed them to live together.

Ms. Sakura's employee dormitory assigned to the Sheki Hachi Family is a high-end apartment located in a prosperous location in downtown Tokyo. The company's industries are strictly guarded around it. If a natural disaster strikes, they can quickly move to the 711 downstairs for strategic collection.

Easy to defend but difficult to attack, it is a position of great strategic significance!

In the past few weeks, the two of them spent most of their time in this apartment. Apart from going on missions together, they basically learned about close combat skills, which was quite enjoyable.

the only problem is

"The problem is that you fierce ghosts are too inexperienced, right? You can't handle it for a month?"

On the balcony, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had finished mopping the floor, closed the balcony door, put the mop into the bucket of water, and turned the handle vigorously to shake off the water. He turned his back to the shadow behind him and said casually.

The silence in the night did not last long, and the person named did not seem to have any intention of pretending.

"Yeah, yeah. You can be discovered even if you hold your breath to this extent. Fujimaru-san's observation skills are as bad as ever. It's amazing."

In the dark night of Tokyo, a dark shadow slowly appeared outside the security net of a high-end apartment.

The figures in the moonlight spoke like chants, and the tone reminded people of mottled ancient paintings.

He wore a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono over his shoulders, embroidered with large flowers of Higan flower. The flowers of this Amaryllidaceae plant, also known as manjusawa, are as red as new blood. It complements the man's bright white skin.

He was leaning against the outer wall of a thirteen-story building at the moment, and his foothold was close to nothing. An ordinary person would only do the same posture as King Kong climbing the Empire State Building, but this man could do it gracefully and beautifully.

His body was naturally relaxed, but he was holding a cherry-colored long knife lightly on his chest. While hugging his chest, the back of the knife was hooked on the security net outside the apartment to help him maintain his balance.

It's a bit dazzling, but it's literary, but the knife reflects light, so it's still a bit dazzling, Fujimaru Ritsuka commented.

"Ms. Tachibana's character has always been that of a cold and beautiful girl who kills decisively, so I won't complain about you. On the contrary, you think this is because the Dragon King, one of the mighty ghosts, came to visit the Sheqiba family's staff dormitory at night. Is it a regular activity on the school trip?”

Fujimaru Ritsuka put the broom aside and picked up the kettle to water the plants with the source of life, showing a posture that did not take the enemy behind him seriously.

Doesn’t your character have no definite shape when it comes to talking about people and talking about ghosts?

Kazama Ruri knew that if she really said that, she would be offending this person, so she simply changed the subject.

"How cold. Aren't Fujimaru-san and I lurking in the shadows, pretending to be other people's pawns on the surface, intervening in the situation when necessary, showing super strength and unpredictable intelligence?"

Fengjian Liuli laughed and said, the spring peaches in his hair fell, his long hair was spread out, like a black waterfall, so handsome.

"Hahaha."

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head and laughed without making any rebuttal. He just raised the water bottle half a meter from the stage and poured it on Mr. Kazama's blade.

"you!--"

The water flowed down the blade and wet Kazama Ruri's hands and sleeves. His pupils were shocked and he quickly withdrew the knife, but he was embarrassed because his body could not maintain balance. Finally, he grabbed the outside of the apartment with his hands a second before he fell. A white water pipe that carries the flow of water.

Okay, now you are like King Kong too.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with satisfaction, kindness and friendliness flashed in his smile.

"Huh--" Kazama Liuli's expression changed, but he eventually returned to his usual elegant and artistic style, but this time he didn't say any more nonsense. Obviously Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't completely trust herself, and indeed she shouldn't trust herself, so she spoke directly.

"Enough with the joking. You'd better make more preparations recently. The king is about to prepare for a big move. If I guess correctly, with his formality, he may directly notify you in writing of the Sheqi Eight Family Headquarters , as a provocation."

"Humph" the girl responded with a nasal voice and touched the crimson jacket hanging outside.

When it's dry, it's ready to be harvested.

"I know you have already said hello to the snake-shaped Deadpool, but believe me, it is just one of the toys collected by the king. Let alone the dragon and horse, even I have no idea how many trump cards he has." Feng When Jian Liuli mentioned that name, his face was extremely gloomy. The elegance he had just pretended was completely gone, and he was almost no different from a beast that chooses people to devour.

"This matter also has something to do with you. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup you poured into the execution department of the Sheqi Eight Family, and what strange thoughts you instilled into the prisoners of the Menggui Zhong, but it did lead to the balance of power between the two parties. Totally broken.”

"With this momentum, Tachibana Masamune is obviously no longer able to protect the fierce ghosts in order not to expose himself. If this continues, it will only drive the king to the point of jumping over the wall. I can't predict what will happen then." The more he analyzes it, the more Kazama Ruri's expression changes. As dim as it was, he had a very clear understanding of his identity as a chess piece, so his feeling of powerlessness became even stronger.

But no matter what, he wanted to gain a foothold in this chaotic war and find a way to achieve his goal.

——Literally, the general will be killed.

"Why did you choose to take action so quickly?"

Faced with Kazama Ruri’s sincere words, the girl’s reaction was——

"Um"

Fujimaru Ritsuka carelessly grabbed another piece of clothing with her hand, and the touch in her hand made her frown.

Oops, it's so cold that I can't tell if it's wet or dry.

So she thought about it, touched it with her lips, nodded with satisfaction, and put her coat away with a clothes rail.

".You don't feel nervous at all, do you?"

Kazama Liuli calmed down his emotions. He was silent for a while, and then asked calmly with narrowed eyes.

He had always known that Fujimaru Ritsuka was a person with an out-of-touch personality, but because his ability was acceptable and independent of the two forces, he was a rare fighting force that needed to be roped in, so he went with it.

But if the collaborator is a guy who lets his guard down so easily and thinks too highly of himself, then he also...

"No."

Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted him.

"To be honest, the current situation is indeed very bad. To be honest, it is simply terrible. The game of power between the two sides is only limited to the highest level, that is, the two people, King General and Tachibana Masamune. This has also led to too little information, isolation and helplessness, and the decision-making level It is difficult to influence and many other problems.”

The girl said so many words in one breath, which surprised Kazama Ruri, and at the same time he spoke subconsciously.

"That--"

"But it is precisely because of that that I want to break the balance." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked sideways at Kazama Ruri. The bright white moonlight behind her shed thin flakes of light, and the girl's orange eyes also appeared clear and clear.

"First, although you have been hinting to me that the inner ghost of the Sheqi Eighth Family is Tachibana Masamune, I am not 100% sure, only 95.3% at most, so I will use [Existence ghost."

"Second, the longer it drags on, the more control both sides have over their own forces, it will only make the king general and [Existence

"Third, the key point of combat is to strengthen oneself and weaken the enemy, that is, to achieve one's own expectations and prevent the other party from completing their goals. Since both the king general and [Existence X] hope to maintain the situation, then I will destroy it."

"Fourth, only when the balance between the two parties completely collapses will both parties in the drama gain pressure. Is [Existence Or, if it’s the former, there will be no evidence of innocence in the end. Of course, the best result is to capture the king alive, and then dig out from his hands enough evidence to prove that Tachibana Masamune has problems.”

"all in all----"

The girl clapped her hands and said.

"Whether I think about it from a strategic or tactical perspective, I have to do it. It's not why I have to do it, but I can only do it. The rest can only be adapted to circumstances. Haven't you heard a famous saying? - Leave a little The problem will be solved in the examination room.”

After the girl finished saying these words like a rhyme, she put one hand in her pocket with a calm expression, and slowly took out a plastic carton from her trouser pocket with the other hand. Her white fingers slid open the gap, and when she pushed it up with her thumb, there was a slender piece of paper. The thing poked out, the girl lowered her head slightly and took one corner of it in her mouth.

The bitter taste lingered around her chest and lingered around for a long time. The girl closed her eyes and slowly raised her head. The breath she exhaled was like an orchid turning into white mist in the early May air and drifting upward.

This scene can be called elegance, a trend, a kind of literary beauty, as if it is an art that is waiting to be featured on the cover of a fashion magazine.

Kazama Liuli looked at the girl with a stunned look on her face for a few seconds.

But immediately, his expression softened, and his eyes became a little more appreciative.

I didn't expect that I would think of it to such an extent. As expected of Fujimaru-san, although he has a bad personality, at least his brain is much better than that of his idiot brother. As long as Fujimaru-san is here——

"Oh! One more thing."

His thoughts were interrupted, and Kazama Liuli was stunned. However, Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted his head forty-five degrees and asked

"Although Fujimaru-san is an egalitarian, why are boys so secretive?"

Kazama Liuli: "?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked sideways and spoke calmly.

"You pretended to specifically tell me that a war is coming, but if you think about it, you will know that since he is going to attack with great fanfare, it doesn't matter whether you tell me about it or not. There is obviously something hidden."

"First, he emphasized the rhetorical status of the king among the fierce ghosts, and then specifically mentioned Ryoma. He told me this information just to imply that I can't ask anything about Sakurai Kogure."

"I also specifically mentioned the fact that the king might jump over the wall in a hurry, which is the second hint to me not to touch Sakurai Kogure."

"After that, he talked nonsense without knowing what he was talking about to confuse the audience."

"In summary--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka held the back end of the strip between his fingers, his eyes were teasing, and he smiled like an annoying little devil.

"You just feel sorry for Miss Sakurai. You talk so much to cover up this kind of thing. How should I put it? It's really——"

The girl raised her head slightly and covered her lips gracefully with her hand, her eyes pitiful.

"They are quite cute."

Kazama Ruri's face was expressionless.

Fengjian Liuli was about to speak but stopped.

The glass face in the wind is like constipation.

Kazama Ruri clenched his fists.

Kazama Ruri unclenched his fist.

Kazama Liuli turned around and left.

The man's elegant but embarrassed back disappeared into the night. Fujimaru Ritsuka watched him go away with a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at an ignorant junior, and took another breath of the fragrance in his hand, Continue to collect clothes.

Click.

The balcony door opened and Miss Sakura poked her head out.

"I heard some noise just now, is there anything wrong?"

"Report, there is nothing abnormal." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked back with two things in his hands and replied, with a natural look on his face.

"Well, okay, let's go wash our hands and eat."

Miss Ying was equally calm and composed. She just glanced at the scene and turned around to leave, but she suddenly stopped and turned around and spoke.

"One more thing, put down the pokey on your right hand. Don't eat snacks before meals."

"good."

"Yes." Miss Ying nodded with satisfaction and made a move to leave. However, she stopped within half a second of closing the door and looked back with a frown.

"One more thing, take your left hand away from my underwear, it's not done yet."

"good."

The girl nodded solemnly, and Yabuki Sakura probably really left this time.

When the door closed, the girl's originally tense face gradually relaxed, but there seemed to be a deeper shadow hidden in the soft lines.

The balcony door always does not close tightly to block the warm light in the living room. The girl stays alone on the empty but dark balcony, stepping on the large shadows and looking at the lights in the distance that light up like fireflies.

The traffic lines were dyed orange by street lights, like the blood vessels of the city. It trembles and flickers gently, and the blood of photons travels through the criss-crossing slender neighborhoods, dyeing the lake surface that flows quietly under the arc of the arch bridge red.

It dyes the streets red and warms the city. The lights lit in every house seem to contain a story. The father who came home late because of overtime worked with a bitter smile to please his family. The boy who had just entered elementary school turned blue when he dug out the test paper that was just a few points away from passing in the clothes. The pet whimpered softly and licked the face of its owner. On the harmonious dining table , is a family of three discussing which mountain villa to go to enjoy hot springs during the holidays.

Quarrels, reconciliation, habits, laziness.

Ordinary people's lives continued, and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at those gentle and warm yellow lights in a daze.

These are what she used to protect, and she still protects them now.

The guardian of human nature, the guardian of mankind, she is always so dizzy that she falls into these extremely troublesome situations, and then burns and distresses herself.

What's more coincidental is that no matter which world the human beings are in are so unfortunate, it seems that there are always people lining up to destroy them or rule them.

The situation is always so bad, as if one wrong step will lead to falling into an abyss and being pierced by mountains and mountains.

Just like what she and Kazama Ruri said.

The girl's words were crushed and hidden in the wind, as if the tightly held rocks and sand on the beach slipped from the gaps in her hands.

"It really sucks."

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ps: Fingers crossed, sitting on the chair in the war room, meditating.

Author: I want to exaggerate the current atmosphere of the war and make everyone nervous. By the way, what I plan to write about is Fujimaru-san, who is usually cheerful and cheerful, but secretly thoughtful. This book is also always linked to the performance of the protagonist. The dragon family is indeed not suitable for a smooth sailing story, and I don't intend to write a purely entertaining article.

Herzog is too difficult to deal with. There should be some clues buried in the next few chapters, so please pay attention. (Why I should, it’s because I haven’t written it yet and I don’t know if I can string it together by then (with confidence))