[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

Candlestick, who had worked with him for a long time, was amazed by the unknown silence of the other party as if he had been stabbed in the foot.His previous experience made Yaki Hasebe extremely indifferent to human affairs and sophistication, and he was still unable to fully trust others.Of course, except for the judges.He thought he didn't need the kindness and care from his colleagues, and he wasn't used to it.Tangled bonds or clueless emotions will only blunt the edge.So he straightened out the relationship with each other meticulously from beginning to end.The oath and loyalty that cannot withstand scrutiny, which were thought to be heavy, turned out to be as light as dust on a floating board, and there was nothing left when blown.

"You try too hard in everything, Hasebe."

At that time, the cherry blossoms were gone, and unlike the wind in midsummer now, the wind in early summer seemed to dye even the red and white priest's robe on her body into a delightful new green.After repeated requests from the other party, Hasebe avoided unnecessary etiquette and sat beside her without fear.

"I'm really worried that one day you'll break it." She sighed and picked up a cup of tea.The face covered by the magic talisman was reflected on the surface of the tea, which was torn to pieces by the rippling ripples.

"As long as it is the command of the lord." He sat upright, his eyebrows lowered, his hands in front of his knees were tightly clenched.

"Even if I'm lost on the battlefield...!"

Before the oath of loyalty was over, the finger on his lips was abruptly silenced.

"Hasebe."

The usual gentle curvature of the corners of the mouth was gone, and even the gentle aura that lingered in her eyes disappeared at that moment.Hasebe, who knew he had made a slip of the tongue, swallowed the rest of the words in time.Usually, the god judges treat them with the utmost benevolence and righteousness to these swords that rely on spiritual power to prolong their lives, and they even turn a blind eye and close their eyes to some innocuous small fights.

And there was only one thing she definitely didn't have any wiggle room for.

He belatedly realized that he had touched the person in front of him, who was also a restricted area that men with swords avoided.

In this era, the intervention of the government of time has added a layer of deformed and distorted relationship between the God-inspector and Fusangshen, who have been given a new meaning.The swords summoned by the God-inspector feed on and are sent by their spiritual power.However, the gods, who were originally superior to human beings, had to submit to the weak and rely on human spiritual power to survive.

Putting human beings first, even if you are cut by a knife, you can't have any complaints.

That is the right that the government bestows upon human beings.

Those in high positions are proud, but she scoffs.

The atmosphere suddenly turned into a subtle silence.

With a long sigh, she put the cold teacup aside.

"I won't let that happen." The May wind gently lifted the corner of the talisman.

"We have a date."

Her tone was still gentle as usual, but her eyes were filled with fire.

In the end, the fire ignited like a prairie fire.

Once the incineration started, the flames and smoke billowed with unstoppable momentum, turning the sky a dirty and dazzling orange.The scorching heat of the scorching skin and the dazzling fire made him think that he had returned to the fire that was recorded in later historical materials.Time passed extremely slowly, and the dancing flames seemed to keep jumping into his eyes frame by frame.He thought about lifting his feet to leave, but the heavy time was wrapped around his body with a strong atmosphere of death, making it difficult to move an inch.Little sparks have splashed to the feet, and the tongue of fire almost burns the eyelashes.

But he still straightened his waist and stood there motionless.

The bright brilliance of the flame made his eyes go numb for a moment, and at the same time his temples began to ache.Groups of disordered and chaotic pictures that emerged in my mind were cut and reorganized.

In the end, all of them were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

After standing for a long time, the mask covering his face finally wavered.

He pulled out a fearless smile, the same smile he used when he was mortally wounded on the battlefield and still swung his blade.

In the end, insignificant empty promises ended up being nothing more than a joke.

"Human, after all, it's cold."

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Although it was just a symbolic question asking if he wanted to stay and have a meal together, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada didn't mention it, but Kagami never expected Hasebe to nod in agreement.After all, he looked like he couldn't stand it for even a second last time.Perhaps because of the disarmament, Hasebe, who was wearing a dark purple robe, lost some of the thorns in the confrontation.

"Then, excuse me." Hasebe said bluntly, while raising his eyes to stare at him quietly.

Those thin vine-colored eyes were full of emotions that Vulcan couldn't understand at the moment.

"If you want to cook, I can also help." Taking off the black leather gloves, Candlestick Che keenly sensed that something was wrong with his colleagues.

The lines of sight that were still tugging at each other just now broke under his ingenious guidance.

Noticing Vulcan's slightly troubled expression, Zhu Keqie smiled: "If it's about cooking, you don't have to worry about it."

"Mr. Candlestick Kiri is very good at cooking." Qingguang said.

Letting the guests cook is not justified no matter what...

The hesitant Vulcan finally nodded in agreement.

"But." Vulcan turned and entered the room, and when he came out, he had an extra pink apron in his hand.

Candlestick's friendly smile froze at the corner of his mouth for a moment.

"The oil fume will stain the clothes, although this is the only one." Vulcan said seriously.

"Actually, I don't need it..." The cartoon tiger pattern printed on it, and those round and stubborn dark red eyes are exactly the same as the person in front of me who forced this uncool apron to him regardless of its color or design.

Now it's all right, I can't stay handsome anymore.

Deliberately ignoring the voices of several colleagues behind him trying to hold back their laughter, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada sighed secretly.Although he hated the design that violated the aesthetics of the world, Candlestick Che put on the apron neatly as if he were killing an enemy with his hands.

"Onion and bacon cut into small pieces, Mr. Candlestick."

"You can just call me Guangzhong." Candlestick tickled the corners of his mouth.

Before seeing it with his own eyes, it was really hard for him to imagine that the tall young man who was described by Hasebe as "rough" and "reckless" would have such a high degree of fit with the kitchen.

The left hand fixes the blade at a fixed angle horizontally and downward, while the potato in the right hand keeps turning with his movements.The thin outer skin was swirled and peeled off from the uneven outline of the flesh, without breaking.The movements were unexpectedly proficient, but the apron he wore was a much plainer dark blue.

Pour the diced materials into the pot, and those red and purple lumps are quickly submerged by the milky white soup.Vulcan reduced the heat to minimum and covered the pot.

"Thank you, Mr. Guangzhong." Vulcan took off his apron and scratched his face embarrassingly.

"It's just a trivial matter." Candlestick looked at his reaction with a little interest, and forgot to take off the shameful apron on his body.

"No." He shook his head.

"It's nice to have someone to help prepare dinner with."

He quietly cast a seed of fire in the hearts of others as if nothing had happened.

Candlestick Che narrowed his golden eyes.

He heard himself whispering: "Tang, it's done."

Warm, rich, mixed with the smell of food and the heat of the fire in the corner of the kitchen.

The aroma gradually spread into the air, and the custard onion soup was ready.

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"Have you ever wanted to entrust your name to that child for a moment." Excessive satisfaction and a sense of fullness seemed to relax the tense nerves a lot, Candlestick was surprised that he would say such innocence The words of the brain.

It will definitely be read by Hasebe-kun.He sighed silently.

"..."

The air was a little stagnant, and Hasebe moved his lips.

"Who knows."

He said so, and then cut off the conversation.

The expression on his face was haloed by the dim street lamp, which was unreal.

yes.

Candlestick is absolutely unwilling to delve into the deep meaning of Hasebe's words, he even refuses to think about it.

Obviously, the answer is already there.

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After loosening his tie, Tsunaji let out a long breath.The oppressive atmosphere approaching from all directions really made him feel tight in his chest, and the only faint light left in the dark corridor was more like an invisible hand, lurking in a hidden place waiting for an opportunity to grab his throat.

Even though on the surface this is an underground passage of a history museum, it is obviously not a pleasant entertainment place.

In order to ensure that nothing was missed, he and Yamamoto, who were on the mission together, acted separately.Impatience and frustration gradually took over as I opened several doors in succession and found nothing.

"Oh, when will we find out..." He was so frustrated that he dared to mutter when Reborn was not around.

Suddenly, inside a door that was ajar, the originally dark interior suddenly lit up with lights.

Tsuna, who soon noticed the strangeness, took a few steps back calmly.

"Awu, the third door from the left." He lowered his voice to the extreme, while staring at the door motionlessly.

"learn."

Overlapping at the end of the hearty voice, there is a deafening explosion.

The rising smoke and dust temporarily obscured his vision, but his keen hearing still caught the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to him.The tense nerves relaxed a second before the other party spoke.

"Oh, as expected of Hayato's bomb."

The culprit who destroyed most of the basement of the museum did not forget to use a bright smile to complement the tragic scene in front of him.

Even if you praise his weapon so much, Lord Prison shouldn't be too happy.

His ill-timed rant didn't seem to work the magic to restore the basement to its original state.

After a eerie silence, clear laughter resounded in that room: "This meeting ceremony is really unique."

The wooden door, which had been in disrepair, let out a heavy sigh, and he and Yamamoto both put on a defensive posture.

"It's the first time we've met, my respected Mr. Pengel." A wide pure black cloak almost covered his whole body, and the boy with the same eye color as Tsunaji was looking at the two in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Gang...!" The incomprehensible words only revealed the beginning, and Yamamoto's expression changed suddenly, and he drew his sword backhand to block the sudden heavy blow of the enemy.The tiger's mouth was so shaken that he could hardly hold the knife.

"Awu, are you alright?" Tsuna quickly moved to Yamamoto's side to confirm his injury.

"It's okay, it's okay, I was just taken aback." The palms were still slightly numb, and Yamamoto restrained his smile.

"Who are you."

The golden-brown pupils stared coldly at the young man in front of him.And the person who attacked Yamamoto just now quietly returned to the other side.

"Are you asking me?" He pointed at himself pretentiously.

Afterwards, the young man showed a strange smile—the moment this smile appeared, Tsuna seemed to see the young man's arrogance and conceit like a spider web, spreading wantonly in the room.

"God judge."

In the next second, the raised blue and white mountain feathers and the sharp blade that pierced the air stabbed straight at them.

The author has something to say:

Currently known information includes:

1. Hasebe experienced two fires.

2. The pink apron was given by Kise (even though he was beaten up, Kagami accepted it)

3. Kiyomitsu skillfully carried Vulcan's mobile phone and secretly photographed the appearance of the candlestick cut through the apron.

4. If possible, I really want Skuvalo to see it too.In the face of enemies with knives, Yamamoto always thinks that way.