[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

"……Who are you?"

The self-introduction that should have been customary was circled on the tip of the tongue, but when it came out, it turned into a question with a bad attitude.The man whose skin tone was as dark as Aomine's was staring at him with golden eyes that were as dazzling as sunlight.

On his bare wrist, there is a tattoo of a dragon pattern wrapped around it, and it extends upward along the strong and smooth arm line.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone? Besides, the fluctuation of this spiritual power, it can be seen that it is our god judge." The blue hair was tied up casually, and the man in work clothes was unkempt. around.At the same time, he introduced himself slowly while shaking the jug he carried with him.

"The No. [-] gun in Japan, Japan. Come to visit. How many drinks did you have before I came?"

"I don't drink, please." Vulcan replied honestly, he usually chooses non-alcoholic drinks at parties because he can't drink, "If you want to drink, there should be beer in the refrigerator." He pointed Pointing to the small black refrigerator next to the TV.

"Hey, there's only beer..." He frowned slightly disappointed.

"But having said that, it's really surprising. This time the god judge turned out to be a rare male—" The tall Japanese man narrowed his dark purple eyes, lowered his head slightly, and began to look at Vulcan seriously Come.

Vulcan is not used to this kind of undisguised gaze, he turned his head slightly, and just happened to meet the man who hadn't said a word since just now.

Noticing Vulcan's gaze, the other party just raised his eyelids, but remained silent, with a cold look that no one should enter.

"Well, it's the first time we meet, please give me some advice...?"

Although he didn't expect the other party to pay attention to him, Vulcan still greeted him politely.

Sure enough, there was no response.It seems that nothing can make any waves like sinking into the sea.To be rejected by others without any communication, even the big-hearted Vulcan can't help but feel a little frustrated.

Vulcan, who was just about to change the subject, heard the cold voice of the other party ringing in his ears before he could speak.

"...I am Daikurigara. I have nothing to say, and I don't mean to have a good relationship with you."

With a hoarse voice and a flat tone, Okuri glanced coldly at Kagami and the Japanese account, which had nothing to do with him.Then he leaned against the wall, folded his arms and closed his eyes.

"I'm Vulcan, please give me your advice." Vulcan, who received an unexpected response, couldn't help but beam with joy, and directly ignored the other party's warning of "do not want to have a good relationship", and stepped forward to hold Okuri's hand.

"Hey..." Dajuli tried to withdraw his hand, but failed.

"Is your skin tone acquired, or is it natural?"

Like a treasure hunter, Vulcan explored the shining points of this new knife with a lack of expression one by one.Whether it's the same bronze skin as Qingfeng, or the dragon totem tattoo on the wrist that tends to meander upwards, these all make Vulcan feel fresh, even the other side is as cold as ice, as black as coal He ignored the expression on his face.

"put……"

"The dragon pattern tattoo is so beautiful. When I was in the United States, I also thought about tattooing this kind of Chinese-style totem, but my parents didn't seem to accept it. It's over."

Vulcan sighed slightly regretfully.

"... let go."

Yin Ren's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. Rather than saying that he was angry, it would be better to say that he had nothing to do with this judge who was not scared away by his attitude at all.

"Long, are there other places?" Vulcan blinked and looked at him expectantly.Crimson flames of joy danced in those red pupils that shone like jewels, and the center of the flames reflected Okuri's face.

Forget it, Da Juli simply let him pull himself to ask questions, as if he gave up, he just pretended not to hear.

...what a weird guy.He silently looked into each other's eyes, thinking.

"Puha—the taste of beer is surprisingly good, very good, very good!" Japan didn't know if he was drunk, and there were several empty cans of beer lying in disarray at his feet.

"...Mr. Japan, don't you drink all of it?" Vulcan couldn't help overlapping the dangling image of a drunk with the figure of Honmaru Nakajiro, sadly realizing that Honmaru might die again. Facing the dilemma of making ends meet.

"No, I also specially left a few cans for you."

The consciousness of the Japanese number is not sober, it is better that he has no signs of drunk at all after a few drinks.He deftly opened the pull ring with one hand, and then handed it to Vulcan without any refusal.

"We're not in Honmaru right now, right? You're free, so you can drink with confidence."

He looked around and gave a reassuring smile.

"Where is Okuli, would you like a can?"

Nihon-kun shook the wine in his hand at Okuri who crossed his arms.

When Da Juli heard the words, his eyes only stayed on the jar of wine for a second, and he immediately turned his head away: "Hmph, I'm not interested in getting to know you."

"Then let's drink with my lord!" Unaffected by the other party's indifference, Japan still held up the wine glass with great interest, determined to drink with Vulcan.

Unable to resist the opponent's insistence, Vulcan finally drank wine with this world-renowned gun who was addicted to alcohol.The last can of beer was quickly drunk to the bottom by Vulcan.Originally thinking that this was the end, Kagami was surprised to find that Nippon had taken out a heavy-looking jug out of nowhere, and took out two wine saucers from his clothes.

"It's best to try something new like beer. In the end, you still have to drink soju."

While speaking, the Japanese horn pulled out the cork from the hip flask.Immediately, a strong and pure aroma of wine permeated the room.Vulcan sniffed, and he felt like he was going to get drunk just by smelling that smell.

Japan first filled up the two wine dishes one by one, and then handed one of them to Vulcan.

"As a Kyushu man, how can he not drink soju!"

As he said so, he took the lead and drank it all in one gulp.

... It's not a man from Kyushu, but a returnee.Vulcan sighed wordlessly.The Vulcan, who knew how much he was, naturally didn't drink as much as the Japanese, so he took a sip lightly.

The moment it entered the throat, the pungent taste spread from the tip of the tongue to the throat, and even the internal organs became anxious.Vulcan's vision was suddenly blurred by the sudden surge of fog, and he felt dizzy all of a sudden.

"Hey, my lord, drinking alcohol is not drinking tea. How about taking small sips? Come on, come on, you should drink like this—"

A dark arm suddenly appeared and snatched the wine plate from Japan's hand.

"What's the matter, Dajuli?"

"Enough." Da Juli said coldly with a gloomy expression, "He's already drunk."

"Ah, that's true." Japan looked up, and although nothing could be seen on the surface, Vulcan's eyes obviously began to wander around without direction, and the unnatural redness on his cheeks was the same. This is confirmed.

"Although I don't know who the child's valet is, if I let him know, it will be a disaster." It was rare to find someone to drink with him, but he couldn't do it after a few drinks.The Nippon Hokage looked resentfully at the Vulcan whose eyes had lost focus, and reached out to take the wine plate from his hand.

"...My lord?" The wine plate was tightly held in the hands of the man who was obviously drunk and unconscious, and the Japanese who suddenly sensed that something seemed wrong in the situation called Vulcan tentatively.

No response.

"Ah, this is terrible..." Finally realizing that the situation might be more serious than imagined, Nippon Kano rubbed her messy hair, and cast a help-seeking look at Okuri who was silent at the side.

"...You solve it yourself." The unkind colleague said in a tone dozens of times colder than usual.

"Yes, yes, it would be good to move to the bed, right?" Japan Horn sighed.Just as he was about to pick up Vulcan, he suddenly noticed that most of the unfinished wine remained in the wine dish in Vulcan's hand.

"Good wine can't be wasted." If something like fine wine is wasted, it will be punished by God.Thinking to himself, the Japanese model clasped Vulcan's wrist with his hand before his brain and gently pulled it towards him. For convenience, he simply drank the shochu in the cup directly in the opponent's hand.

And Vulcan just tilted his head and looked at him in confusion, as if he couldn't understand what the other party was doing.

"Alcohol is a good thing, don't let it go to waste." Knowing that it would be a waste of effort to explain to the drunk, Nichijou still met the other party's gaze and said so.

The brain confused by alcohol has not been able to clearly receive the message that the other party wants to convey, but Vulcan still gave a little reaction after hearing his words.Of course, if Vulcan was conscious, he wouldn't do such a thing if he was killed.

He raised his hand slowly and bluntly, and under the gaze of the dark purple pupils, he gently scratched the corner of Japan's mouth with his fingers.

Japan's spine stiffened, and she couldn't help but froze.

"Here, and more."

Vulcan narrowed his eyes slightly, unexpectedly forcefully trying to stuff the wine beads on his fingertips into his mouth.

"Don't waste it...you said it yourself."

The eyes covered with a layer of mist did not know when to restore a little sparkle, Vulcan unexpectedly maintained this movement very patiently.

...This kind of drunkenness is too foul.

By the way, is this guy really drunk?

He dug a hole by himself, and he had to bite the bullet and jump into it no matter what.It was the first time that the Japanese knew what it meant to be too late to regret, but the opponent's fingers didn't mean to let go at all, and desperately wanted to squeeze into the Japanese's clenched teeth.

Heartbroken, as the world-famous Three Guns Under Heaven, with the determination to die, he resolutely took a sip of the opponent's finger.

"Be good, be good."

Vulcan watched the opponent's movements, his brows and eyes curved into a slightly silly smile.

"Really... please forgive me."

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Japan felt that the shochu just now tasted like a high-concentration liquor after passing through the temperature of the man's fingertips, which made his throat and eyes burn like a fire.Even the depths of his pupils were faintly red as if he had been implicated.

"Sure enough, children should drink tea." Nippon Kan looked at Vulcan whose upper and lower eyelids were already fighting, and decided to swallow this scene like wine and keep silent.

Obviously it is a system where a thousand cups will never get drunk, or even a thousand barrels will never pour, but the Japanese number feels that his head is starting to wake up.He shook his head, bent down and let Vulcan's arm rest on his shoulder, and supported him, who was already a little sloppy, to walk towards the bed.

Unlike most drunks who don't cooperate with drinking madness, the drunk Vulcan is very well-behaved, and his calm appearance makes people wonder whether the other party is drunk or not.

The process of moving the person to the bed was surprisingly easy, and the Japanese didn't even have to make too much effort, and asked Vulcan to obediently take off his coat to avoid wrinkles.

After completing this series of aftermath work, the Japanese captain let out a sigh of relief.The moment he relaxed, his throat began to itch again.He deftly uncorked the flagon jug and drank every mouthful.

"What do you think, Okuri." After drinking for three rounds, the Japanese number asked in a low voice, with an incoherent preface.

"There's nothing to say." Dajuli replied succinctly.

"...he entrusted us with his name."

The Japanese number shook the liquid in the flagon lightly, and continued talking on its own.

"I always feel that a long time ago, someone did such a stupid thing as entrusting the name to Fu Sangshen."

"...Hmph, so stupid."

Dajuli snorted coldly and turned his head away.

The Japan No. [-] glanced at his withdrawn colleague indistinctly: "Just now, he didn't plan to call us, did he?"

It is precisely because of their concern that he has not injected spiritual power into the sword for a long time.

Okuli couldn't deny that.What's even more undeniable is that he was already attracted by the gentle spiritual power like the warm spring sun before he showed his body, and wanted to come to him.

Realizing this, Okuri silently lowered his head, his brown hair covering his eyes.

"Forget it, I'm not qualified to say anything about you. After all, if you drink too much wine, you will still stumble occasionally."

As soon as the words fell, the Japanese account took another big sip of wine.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was set a little low, and Vulcan, who had taken off his coat and was only wearing a thin shirt, could not help but flinch.He turned over and began to grope for something that could cover his body aimlessly, but as expected, he found nothing.

"...Cold?" Voices could be faintly heard in my ears, but it sounded like they were coming from far away.

"Hmm, um..." He muttered in a daze.

In the next second, someone threw a quilt over his body with a force that was not considered gentle.

"... Ah, it's not cold anymore." Vulcan buried his head in the quilt, squinted his eyes and rubbed against each other.Then, as if remembering something, he slowly poked his head out again.He tried his best to open his blurred eyes, looked at the dark arm dangling in front of him, and grinned a big smile.

"...Ah, it's the dragon, thanks!" He thanked the tattoo on Okuli's arm inarticulately, then closed his eyes contentedly, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

"...I didn't intend to have a good relationship with you."

Mingming uttered cold words from his mouth, but he mysteriously put his hand on the red hair and rubbed it slightly twice.

At this time, a strange male voice came from outside the door.

Okuri, who suddenly realized what he was doing, quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and then looked towards the door with a vigilant expression.

"……someone is coming."

The Japanese put the stopper back on the flagon and said in a low voice.

The two exchanged glances and nodded.

"... Lord Vulcan, are you there?" After waiting for a long time to respond, the voice outside the door gradually disappeared.

However, the next second, there was an unlocking sound from the card reader at the door.

Soon, the door was opened.

"... Lord Vulcan?"

Tsunaji, who looked confused, walked in with his room card in his hand. The first thing he saw was the drunk and unconscious Vulcan and a knife and a long gun lying quietly beside him.