Pokemon Musashi

"Ugh~, it feels so uncomfortable...ah~" the little girl opened her misty eyes and muttered unconsciously, but was covered by the sudden pain. Immediately afterwards, a flood of memories flooded his unconscious consciousness like a raging tide.

The moonlight shines through the glass window in this room. On a slightly old but neat little bed, there is a little girl with burgundy hair curled up, her brows are furrowed, and her thin and slender hands are holding her head. I don't know what kind of pain he was suffering, which caused a sickly blush to appear on his pale face, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Late at night, the desolate moonlight shone on the little girl's face as if trying to calm her pain.

In the early morning, the cry of "Bobo, Bobo" came from the wooden roof of the house, but it flew away after a while.

The rustle of sweeping in the yard outside the house drifted through the half-open window and reached the ears of the little girl who was sleeping spread out. The little girl on the bed unconsciously turned over, turned sideways, and pulled the quilt that had been pushed aside. The warmth covered by the quilt enveloped her whole body. She settled her mouth comfortably and continued to sleep peacefully.

The door creaked softly, bringing with it the sound of gentle footsteps.

"Musashi~, Musashi~" A gentle and slightly haggard female voice came from the bedside. The woman looked at the little girl with a somewhat anxious expression. But when he saw the little girl sleeping, he smiled slightly and relaxed his brows.

Then he covered the little girl's forehead with a warm but rough hand, and found that the fever had subsided. The anxious look on his eyebrows finally receded. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The fever has finally subsided, thank God."

"Woo~" The little girl on the bed spread out her curled up body like a kitten, straightened her arms and legs, yawned vaguely, and then woke up leisurely. Looking at the woman with half-open eyes, he greeted the lady beside the bed with a weak and soft voice, "Good morning, Mom."

After hearing this, the woman said to Musashi, "Little Musashi, do you feel a little better?"

Musashi thought for a while and nodded vigorously, "Well, I feel more comfortable, but I'm a little tired and still want to sleep."

He swayed as he spoke, and his tone was obviously coquettish. He opened his hands and hugged the woman's plump body, laughing.

"You're naughty again. Please take your hands away first. Mom made some porridge this morning and will serve it to you. Don't get out of bed. The fever has just subsided and you should keep warm and don't catch a cold again." He said and helped the little girl straighten the edge of the quilt. , and then got up to serve hot porridge.

"Mom, Musashi wants something sweeter." The little girl was lying on the bed, holding the cup with both hands, looking at the woman pitifully, and said coquettishly in a child's unique soft and waxy voice.

"Okay, okay. But it's only this time, you know." The woman caressed the girl's head lovingly, nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. I know mom is the best. By the way, dad is gone?" The girl nodded quickly, looking expectantly at the woman going downstairs, and began to fantasize about the taste of sweet porridge.

"Not yet, I'm having breakfast." The woman said with a smile.

"Then~ I'll wait until dad comes back after I've had enough rest. I'm saying hello to him." He said.

"Then you have to rest well and stop kicking the quilt, okay?" the woman pinched the little girl's nose and warned.

"I know, I know, Musashi knows, Musashi is hungry~" The little girl who didn't want to hear more about the teachings blinked and pitifully changed the topic.

"Okay, wait a minute, and mom will bring you porridge." The woman had no choice but to get up and go downstairs.

"It must be delicious, hehe." The little girl recalled the taste in her memory and happily nestled in the quilt.

The woman walked downstairs and entered the kitchen. She picked up an old but clean porcelain bowl and carefully took out a bowl. The porridge was very fragrant and thick, and the blue fruit particles were beautifully dotted inside.

He gently placed the bowl firmly, took out a glass jar from the storage cabinet above, looked at the sugar that could barely cover the bottom, moved slightly, and sighed.

He unscrewed the lid, carefully scooped out a little, and sprinkled it on top of the steaming porridge. Before the woman could put down the sugar bowl, it had already melted.

The woman placed the sugar bowl, stirred it carefully, touched the spoon with her lips, nodded, the temperature was just right, and then went upstairs to deliver it to the girl.

"Musashi,