[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

"Let Judaime do the cooking himself, if something goes wrong..."

The silver-haired man was muttering non-stop, his pupils like a pool of emerald green lake water seemed to have lost their usual calmness at this moment.

"It's just cooking, won't it make a big fuss, Hayato?"

Besides, there is a "three longs and two shorts" that are clearly those innocent ingredients and burnt kitchen utensils.Yamamoto glanced nonchalantly at the kitchen sink.

"What? How can there be such a fuss here in Judaime!"

The other party's emerald eyes widened.

"The kitchen is a very dangerous place. A sharp kitchen knife may be cutting vegetables one second, and the next second it will cut Judaime's precious fingers. And gas is a safe and hidden thing, if it explodes suddenly What to do! Anyway, you must be thinking about nothing with your mind empty!"

Prison Temple retorted to Yamamoto a little irritably.

"...Is it so dangerous?" Vulcan and Yamamoto looked at each other.

Then those green eyes were like a scanner, meticulously examining Vulcan from head to toe.

"Ah! That, Lord Vulcan, this is..."

Gang Ji suddenly remembered that they should meet for the first time today.

"Hayato Prison Temple."

"You don't need Judaime to do such a small thing as self-introduction. You must be tired after standing for too long. Just go sit on the sofa and wait for the meal" to be sincere and frightened.And at the moment when he turned his face to Vulcan, all the expressions stood in line as if they had received an order, and then all gathered into guard against himself.

This is not the first meeting between him and the prison temple.That time when he supported Tsunaki who was drunk and wanted to help the delirious partner find the key to enter the house, this man who appeared out of nowhere also had the same strict vigilance.

"It's Judai's right-hand man." He deliberately emphasized his identity.

But Vulcan does not know the specific meaning of the so-called "left and right hands", and has no desire to delve into it.

After all, just resisting the other party's too dazzling gaze, Vulcan already felt very strenuous.

"...Hello, I'm Vulcan Taime." Considering that the other party's age should be similar to Tsunayoshi, this is the first formal greeting, Vulcan added at the end of the sentence Honorifics.

Prison Temple frowned indifferently, and responded with a soft snort.

He turned around, and with a completely different attitude from the cold stare just now, he lowered his eyes respectfully facing Gang Guitar.

"Judaime, please let me help."

Gangji hurriedly waved his hand: "Well, Mr. Prison Temple, you have already helped a lot. You have been busy all morning just purchasing ingredients, and those ingredients are very heavy..."

"It's not heavy at all, Judaime!" He interrupted Tsunakichi.

"I'm psyched!"

That's not what your blue eye bags say.Gangji slandered in his heart.

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At the end of the previous meeting, Kikuji had complained to Reborn about why his respected Judaime condescended to invite this unknown guy.

However, in the face of the prison temple's questioning, the consultant outside the door only used one sentence to completely block all the escape routes the other party had imagined.

"If you are worried, I can ask Biyangqi to help Ah Gang prepare the dishes."

That was murder, Mr. Reborn! !Prison Temple pursed his lips, but did not speak.

"Of course, wasting food is not a good habit."

"Biyangqi's cooking can't live up to the good intentions of others. You and A Gang can't waste it."

There was nothing playful in those iron gray eyes.

Even his own people are not spared, as expected... As expected of a world-class killer! !

"…I see, Mr. Reborn."

Stomach has started to ache.Prison Temple's face was livid, and he responded stiffly.

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"It's really all right, Mr. Prison Temple. It's just cooking..." Tsunaki smiled with a good temper.But in the end, he couldn't resist the other party's insistence, so he untied the lace apron from his body and handed it to him.

Prison Temple bowed slightly, and took the apron with both hands with a solemn expression.Originally, a man wearing such an exaggerated apron should look a little funny, but the skillful movements subtly set off the handsomeness of this silver-haired man.He took off the punk-style rings on his fingers and put them aside, then took the ingredients out of the plastic bag and started peeling.

On the other hand, Yamamoto has quickly cut the whole tuna into eight pieces, then deboned it and methodically cut it into several slices of almost the same size and thickness.While the stew was still cooking on the pot, Vulcan accidentally glanced at Yamamoto from the corner of his eye, and was immediately impressed by his superb knife skills.

...How did you do it?

Probably because his eyes stayed on the other party for too long, Yamamoto, who was originally concentrating on cooking, glanced at himself.

"Huh? What's the matter, Vulcan."

Yamamoto's pupils always seem to be filled with spring rain in April.

"what……"

Vulcan opened his mouth, and the original doubt seemed to linger on the tip of his tongue for a moment, and was quickly drenched by the spring rain.

forget it.he thought so.After all, in terms of my current position and identity, I don't seem to have any qualifications to inquire about the deep meaning behind others.

The soup in the pot has already overflowed.Vulcan hurriedly lowered the fire and continued to cook slowly with a slow fire.

"...Do you want to taste it first, it's my first time making this."

The unique spicy fragrance filled the air, and Vulcan immediately changed his mouth silently.

"Huh? I want to eat!"

Vulcan served a small bowl for Yamamoto, and also a bowl for Tsunayoshi, who was setting the tableware aside.

"Uh, Mr. Yuji...that, please?"

"... Just call me Yuji." Although his face was full of disgust, Yuji still took a sip of Gangji's face.

Before, Vulcan was bored flipping through the magazines Ice Room subscribed for him, including a few gourmet magazines.He casually flipped through and found that there was a recipe for stewing. He originally wanted to make it for Qingguang and the others, but because of the entanglement of big and small things, and the addition of an old man who was always cheerful for no reason, Vulcan quickly put it Forget it.

There are bound to be some mistakes the first time you do it.

Vulcan inexplicably looked nervously at the three people in front of him.

They moved the meat into their mouths at the same time with a tacit understanding.

"...how, how?" He swallowed.

Yamamoto gave a serious thumbs up: "It's delicious!"

Gangji also nodded in agreement: "It's delicious."

Vulcan breathed a sigh of relief.

"...It's just so-so."

The softness of the flesh still lingers in the mouth.Compared with the higher evaluations of the other two, Prison Temple reluctantly gave a moderate evaluation.

"Vulcan, Hayato is boasting that your cooking is delicious."

Knowing the temperament of the prison temple, Yamamoto smiled.

"Shut up, Takeshi Yamamoto, don't tamper with what others say without authorization!"

"Hey, but I think Vulcan-kun's cooking is quite delicious."

"...Yes, it's not bad." Gazing hard at the smiling Yamamoto, Kikuji pressed his temple.

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"I'm gonna start now--"

The atmosphere at the table was unexpectedly harmonious, but in fact it owed a lot to the delicious food.

It is rare for four big men to cook together, but considering the appearance of the finished product, it can be regarded as a novel experience.Vulcan glanced roughly at the food on the table, thinking about whether to do something to appease the stomach that would sound the alarm at any time after returning home.

During the dinner, the prison temple would be annoyed by Yamamoto's teasing from time to time, but the two people who come and go without any barriers between each other are probably also a kind of unconscious trust.

Gang Ji is used to the gag between the two of them.Prison Temple will leave a mature and steady image when dealing with Peng Lie's affairs, and it is also in awe of Gang Ji from beginning to end.But for some reason, once he was with Yamamoto in private, the prison temple would automatically switch to a mean-speaking cannonballer, throwing out all the explosives, cannonballs, and nothing like the elite at work.

"...You." Prison Temple suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Calling me?" Kagami replied vaguely with his cheeks bulging.

Prison Temple looked at the full bowl of rice in front of Vulcan, hesitant to speak.

If he read correctly just now, the opponent is already in the third bowl.

Does this guy's stomach lead to a cosmic black hole? !Yuji glanced at Tsunayoshi's bowl, then secretly clenched his fists.

...You must not starve Judaime!

"... Prison Master, I can't eat so much." Gang Ji looked at the towering rice in front of him, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Prison Temple's tone was sincere: "Judaimu, you are welcome."

"Eat more to grow taller, Zetian." Vulcan added another bowl for himself.

Tsuna Yoshi: ...

After a full meal, Gangji offered to clean up the dishes.Knowing that he didn't help much in cooking, and even behaved like a nuisance, Gang Ji felt very sorry.

After stopping to no avail, the slightly depressed prison temple and Yamamoto went to the balcony to smoke together.

"Zawada, you and them should have known each other for a long time." From the angle of Vulcan, he could vaguely see the backs of Kikuji and Yamamoto, and the cigarettes in their hands turned into wisps of light white smoke, rising slowly.

Gangji thought for a while: "The words of Heguisi Jun and the others should start from junior high school."

Thinking of that period of stumbling and rolling, he couldn't help smiling.

"Knowing them is really a very lucky thing." The heart that is tense at any time can only be spread out like this when facing my family, without a single wrinkle.All that is left is softness.

The action of washing the dishes stopped for a while, and Vulcan blinked: "I think they think so too."

Gang Ji froze for a moment, just when he was about to say something, two people from outside the balcony came in.

The difference from when he went out was that in addition to holding an ashtray full of cigarette butts in his hand, Prison Temple also held a ball of yellow fur in the other hand. "Hey, is this strange talking fox an acquaintance of yours?" Guisi raised his hand and handed the thing he was holding tightly to Vulcan.

The root of the tail was firmly held in someone else's hands, and the hairball, which did not dare to act rashly, screamed as if seeing a life-saving straw when it saw Vulcan.

"Judgment, Lord God Judge!" As soon as the words fell, Prison Temple let go.

Foxosuke, who broke free from the shackles, flicked his tail that was still hurting, and rushed to the front of Vulcan.

"... Fox's help?!"

"Master Mikazuki said you were a guest next door, so I came to see you." Foxosuke wagged his tail vigorously at Vulcan.

Yamamoto dusted off the soot that had just been blown to his cuff by the wind: "Vulcan is still so powerful, and there is a talking pet. Hey, I also want to chat with Jiro and Kojiro."

"Even if it doesn't work, don't you often chat with that swallow and Akita?" Yuji rolled his eyes.

"But I can't understand what they're talking about. For example, Kojiro's words will bounce in his hands and scream. Jiro will only bark and wag his tail desperately. I really want to talk to them. Yamamoto sighed regretfully.

Prison Temple: ....

All he wanted now was to sit down with Yamamoto's brain and talk.

"... Lord Prison Temple." Gang Ji suddenly discovered some clues.

"Yes. Judaimu?" Prison Temple looked at him.

"About those humanoid monsters that were photographed before, did you say that you couldn't see them clearly?"

"Yes, it's rather vague." Prison Temple said puzzled, "What's the matter, Judaimu."

"……nothing."

The gilt in the brown pupils flashed past, and Tsunakichi shook his head calmly against the sight of Foxnosuke looking at him.

"What's the matter?" Vulcan still had a grudge against Foxosuke's eloquent talk, but he felt a little sorry for letting him keep looking up at him.He bent down and pulled Fox into his arms.

"Master God Judge, I am here to inform you that the entry procedures for God Judge have been completed, and your information has also been successfully entered into the system database. Of course, the supplies issued by the Government of Time have also been successfully mailed to you home." Foxnosuke retrieved the information in his brain and explained to Vulcan one by one.

"Uh, do you need me to do anything?" Vulcan secretly lamented the efficiency of the government's work, but was still a little uneasy.

"Not yet. However, please let me take you to familiarize yourself with the situation in Honmaru."

"Honmaru?" Fire God asked.

"It is the last stronghold built to fight the time retrograde army and create a stronger sword man."

"...Is it very far away?" Not in the United States.Vulcan suddenly had a bad feeling.

Foxosuke shook his ears, and his tone was full of pride as a public servant: "In order to facilitate your management, the government specially moved Honmaru to your home..."

As soon as the words fell, Foxnosuke felt his body suddenly suspended in the air, and immediately fell to the ground.

And Vulcan left it only a back in a hurry.

"Then. Excuse me, Mr. Pengoile." Before leaving, Foxnosuke still lowered his head to say goodbye to Tsunaji and the others. The fox's long and narrow eyes showed a bit of slyness.

"..." Gangji didn't speak.

Facing the awkward silence, Foxnosuke didn't take it seriously, and chased after him with a kick of his hind legs.

Trusting Vulcan and his so-called companions, the odds of this bet can't be easily judged by Tsunayoshi.But now that a decision has been made, he and Vulcan Taigo naturally cannot retreat unscathed.

But even so, he still bet all the chips in his hand on the blazing flames.

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A few minutes later, Vulcan's roar was heard from the balcony.

"My limited edition signed jersey...you guys! What are you doing to other people's wardrobes aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Prison stood up, and closed the balcony door intimately.

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Currently known information includes:

1. Yusi made the tomato scrambled eggs that Gangji failed before, and the taste was normal.

2. Afterwards, Yamamoto tried his own box weapon dialogue, but the response he got was more enthusiastic chirp chirp and woof woof. (In short, there is still progress, come on, Yamamoto!

3. The government of the time had a brief communication with Vongola, but it was not the new Vongola I.

4. In addition to a brand-new Honmaru prepared by the Time Government for Vulcan's appointment, there are additional surprises inside. (call for the government of conscience

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After this update, enter the two-week final Shura field.

The so-called good choice of major, at the end of each year... Cough!

Vulcan finally has Honmaru (wiping away tears

The homeless sword finally...!

Cheers to the new year, Vulcan Lord!

See you all in mid-January, happy new year!