[Comprehensive] Sweet Uchiha

The girl was still wandering in the forest in her dream, her chestnut hair spread out on the pillow, each strand carrying Xia Mulan's peaceful aura after falling asleep.

The situation is very critical.

The sudden cold light carries an unstoppable edge, accompanied by the owner's complicated emotions. Is it resentment? Or is it anger?

There may be more, those uncontrollable thoughts. Even if the body is purified, the mind can no longer be calm.

But the menacing sword did not hit the sleeping Lan. The man holding the sword was restrained by the ice blue chains that suddenly came out of his body, which seemed to make him very painful.

Tsurumaru knelt on one knee and covered his chest with his free left hand, as if that area was suffering from heart-wrenching pain. He lowered his head, and his silver hair fell down from his forehead, blocking the expression on his face.

The pain seemed to wake him up a little.

When he looked up again, his golden pupils already had some sense in them. Tsurumaru thought for a moment and stood up from the ground. The white feather fabric fell to his side, and the thin golden chain on it swayed due to this movement. .

For a moment, he transformed into the prototype of the sword again.

"Boom!" The legendary royal object fell on the blanket in Lan's bedroom, making a dull sound.

Such a sound did not wake Xia Mulan, she continued to sleep, her slanted bangs tilted towards the left side of her face, her sleeping face looked quite cute.

In her dream, she recalls what happened in the past. Considering the current situation, that's not a very good thing, but it's not a bad thing either.

The stream in the depths of Yahara is still flowing, and the little monsters are hiding very secretly. It seems like I am the only one left in the dream world.

What happened in the end? Lan thought, as if she had jumped into another world. She approached the stream. The stream, which was usually so clear that she could see the bottom, had become very deep and not turbid today, but she couldn't see clearly inside.

Lan seemed to feel very close to her. She didn't know why, so she squatted down, put her hand in, and felt the water flowing through her palm - it was very comfortable.

Gradually, she was not satisfied with just reaching out to touch the stream, and plunged into it in a daze.

As the water sank deeper and deeper, the quiet water flowed, and the rotating ripples changed from gray-blue to chaos. In a daze, Xia Mulan found a light spot below that seemed very close to her. She tried to swim towards the light in the water.

But it is actually like a mirage in the desert. It looks like you are about to touch it, but actually when you walk in, you find that it is still far away.

Xia Mulan swam tirelessly in the deep water, losing all sense of time and drowning in it. Finally, as if a century had passed, a feeling in her heart told her that she was close.

She touched the light source, and suddenly, the light shone a little in her eyes.

Lan suddenly opened her eyes and saw the familiar top of the bed.

"Yeah, yeah, I slept really badly." She murmured, rubbed her eyes, and got up from the bed.

Suddenly, when she put one foot on the ground, she discovered something unusual in the room - the sword her grandfather gave her yesterday was clearly placed on the newly added sword rest. At this time, one of the swords, But it fell to the ground.

Moreover, she turned to look at the window - the curtains had been opened at some point, and the bright morning sunlight shone through the white gauze. No wonder her eyes were flashed when she woke up today.

She looked at the sword stand standing aside in the room. The sword with the crescent moon and gold pattern was lying quietly on the stand, as if nothing had happened.

Lan frowned and bent down to pick up the white sword from the ground.

She pulled the blade out of the knife. Under the sunlight, the snow-like long knife looked particularly sharp.

"Dang!" Xia Mulan stretched out her index finger and tapped the blade lightly, and the sweet sound of the sword sounded, causing waves of aftermath.

"Well, even though I'm a loser in swordsmanship, Ran-chan -" she said as she walked out of the bedroom door with the sword in her hand and walked down the stairs, "I quite like such a good sword? g.”

Lan walked around the house and didn't find the person she was looking for, so she came to the porch in the front yard - as expected, her two grandfathers were here enjoying the flowers early in the morning.

She took a closer look, and wow, she was still playing Go. ——Grandpa Mingming never liked this stuff when he was young, so it was indeed the cat teacher who said it, and Zuowei got it from that little goblin!

But these are not important things at the moment. She casually placed the sword in her hand beside the blooming flowers on the corridor, walked gently behind one of the two, stretched out her hands and hugged her grandfather's neck from behind, and Resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Ogissan, that knife is a bit naughty." She said coquettishly.

"It's okay." The old man whose neck was hugged had already expected it, and was not too surprised. He stretched out the hand holding the sunglasses and patted the girl's arm.

"If you speak, he will listen."

"Okay." Lan thought she had settled the matter here, so she crossed the river and ran towards Natsume.

I sat next to my grandpa and watched him play chess intently.

"You." Natsume narrowed his eyes with laughter, "Hai is going to be sad." He joked.

"Kathy——" The old man named Hai called Natsume's name helplessly.

"Tsk!" Lan suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, like a round and fat little mouse.

The two old men looked at their granddaughter with confused expressions. For a long time, Natsume sighed and said, "Lan has grown up too."

The grandfather feels that he can no longer understand his granddaughter's behavior, but he doesn't know that his granddaughter is actually happy with the feelings of the grandfathers.

The two old men were chatting while playing chess, and Natsume suddenly remembered something. He turned to Lan: "Speaking of which, do you still remember the child you often played with in kindergarten?

Lan thought for a while and then said, "Grandpa is talking about - Seijuro?"

"Yes, after Ran-chan went to the Water Country, the child also moved away. It is said that he went to Tokyo."

The girl held her chin up: "Ah, a big city?"

Natsume touched Lan's head: "That kid happened to go to Chang's house recently. Does Lan want to see him?"

"?g?"

"Grandpa remembers that Ran and Seijuro played very well at that time. Wherever you went, the child would follow you."

"Pfft!" After hearing what her grandfather said, the girl was inexplicably made to laugh.

She then thought about it carefully: "I don't really catch a cold at this venue, but I still want to go there once."

Xia Mulan made up her mind and made preparations. After thinking about it, she picked up the tachi on the ground and slung it around her waist. She changed into her signature clothes with black background embroidered with blue and white magnolia. After saying something to her grandfather, it was official. I left for the market.

Because she had witnessed how their family dealt with monsters when she was very young, Lan had a feeling of resentment toward this clan.

But at that time, because Seijuro was staying at their house temporarily, Ran often went there to meet her friends.

Although the one-eyed head of the Chang family has a very subtle look on his face every time he sees him.

"Click, click--" The clogs, held up by the moiré teeth at the bottom, made a crisp sound of wood hitting the stone as they walked on the road leading to Baichimon's house.

The further you go, the fewer the little monsters around you become.

Humph.

Xia Mulan snorted in her heart - Human beings, demon slayers.

As expected, she still didn't want to see this group of people.

There is not much of the Onmyoji inheritance left now, and most of them have become demon slayers in a twisted way.

They lost a lot of things that were passed down from the wonderful Heian era with Abe Seimei, and also abandoned a lot of things themselves, leaving some mixed inheritance, which has been reduced from generation to generation over time.

Xia Mulan walked to her destination while thinking wildly.

"Crack!" She stood upright in front of the door number with the word "Chang" on it.

The entrance is an old Japanese-style building as always. Guarding the main entrance are two black paper gods wearing white kimonos.

Xia Mulan no longer restrained her pressure as the most powerful member of the aquatic tribe, and her overwhelming domineering aura, carrying the feeling of cold sea water foam, surged towards the building.

Although she cannot use her power, the aura that comes with being a dragon is the way she greets this family when they come to their door.

"Whoa!" She opened the cypress fan that she had used in front of Madara and his friends before, and turned the other side toward the outside.

Slightly covering half of his face, his sky-blue eyes with vertical pupils stared inorganically at the head of the Chang family and the people behind him who were rushing towards the door.

"Long time no see, Lansa."

The head of the Chang family is a gloomy-looking old man, slightly older than his grandfather. The right eye is covered by a bandage with a charm on it as always.

"I'm here to visit Akashi-kun." The corners of Lan's mouth, which was covered by the cypress fan, slightly raised, "I heard that he is staying at your place recently?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept over everyone present. They all took a few steps back under this beast-like and indifferent gaze, except for the head of the family at this time.

The field Jingji is fighting with a lying boat, making noise, playing with a dirty Fu Tao sword, and is charming!

He took a few steps closer to Xia Mulan and was shocked by the frightening dragon's breath. Obviously, he thought to himself, he was still so powerful when he was a child.

But he didn't show it at all on his face. He still had a slightly gloomy serious look, which was very different from the seriousness of Lan's grandfather.

One is as serious as the gloomy sky, and the other is as solemn and quiet as the sea.

The field was next to Xia Mulan, and he waved his right hand back: "Please——"

Lan took the lead and walked towards the house that belonged to the exorcist. Apart from the sound of her clogs, a large group of people followed silently behind her.

Lan narrowed her eyes slightly and turned to look at them.

Seeing this, Shiba Shizuji glanced at the subordinate on the right.

"We will take our leave first."

"Me too……"

Words like this came from behind one after another.