Genji Heavy

Mustache was a little confused at the moment.

She was sure that she was dreaming, but the rare dream of Yuan Manzhong was fine, all the scenes around her were real and terrifying.

It's just a dream, can it really be done to this extent?

Just when she was wondering, Yuan Manzhong had already raised her hand and lifted her up.

……what.

Higakiri realized belatedly that he was in the original state at the moment, and did not show Fusangshen's figure.

It seemed that she had just been born not long ago.

In the eyes of Yuan Manzhong in this dream, there is only the sharp blade of "Higakiri".

Appreciating and admiring after playing "Higakiri", Genmanzhong picked up another Shintadao that was placed on the same knife holder as her, but the position was just higher than hers.

——Higakiri realized that there was another knife on the knife holder.

That's right, Master Man Zhong is here.And the knife that Zhen placed with her was naturally her younger brother.

Knee pills.

This time without his younger brother's eyes watching, Higiri accurately said his younger brother's name in his heart.

Yuan Manzhong pulled out the Taidao from the pure white scabbard, held it up high as he did for Hikakiri, and performed a new round of appreciation and admiration.

At this time, they haven't cut their beards, and they haven't cut their knees. The two names "Higakiri" and "Kemaru" have not yet fallen on them.

The identities of Higakiri and Kisemaru belonging to this time are the common "Blade of Genji".

"Genji heavy treasure, two strikes and one body."

Yuan Manzhong recited this sentence, put the "Knee Maru" back into the scabbard well, and then watched the two vibrating knives lined up side by side for a while.

"They will guard Genji," he said to the samurai beside him, not a hint of hesitation in his tone, all firm. .

In the too real dream, Higaki heard these words again.

She was in a daze for a moment.

During the initial birth, Master Manzhong's words were integrated into the "skeleton" of her and her younger brother. Even after several thousand years of changing hands, Genji's imprint has not been erased.

It wasn't until Yuan Manzhong in the dream turned and left in satisfaction that Higiri finally broke free from this sense of confusion.

She concentrated on it, tried it, and actually came out of her body and gathered into the form of Fusangshen.

Originally, she thought that in such a strange place called "dream", she would not be able to leave her body, but she didn't expect that the situation was much better than she expected.

...No, it's not much better.

Mustache looked down at his hands, with a very obvious surprise on his face.

The fingertips are round, the skin is white and tender, the flesh is plump, and the hands are small.

She tried to make a fist, and the bone part on the back of the hand that should have protruded now looked like a small pit of flesh.

Surprise turns to disbelief.

Higaki looked up incredulously, only to find that the ceiling was extremely far away from him.

So she had to accept reality.

The dream not only showed her what happened a long time ago, but even her own state of fusangshen changed into the appearance of a girl from long ago.

Such a state was too long ago for her.Now she has suddenly returned to the appearance of a small ball, no matter how she looks at it, she is very uncomfortable.

She simply tidied up the children's clothes of the Heian period on her body, and tilted her head in distress.

How is this going?

If possible, Higaki still hoped to have one more person to discuss with her, so he couldn't help turning his attention to the "knee pill" on the knife holder.

Perhaps the younger brother was also dragged in, after all, this dream was already so strange.

The dream connection is normal in comparison.

"younger brother?"

Mustukiri called softly with a milky voice that became soft several times, and then tried to put his hand on the "Knee Maru".

Fingertips touched the knife.

It really made Higiri feel a bit of his younger brother's aura.

Mustache was a little surprised, and simply put his whole hand on the knife.

After all, it has the color of a dream, and if it even has breath, she has to make some guesses.

After pausing for a few seconds, she held the handle of the knife with her small hands, and pulled it out with a little force.

"Brother, Kemimaru," Higakiri continued to call, his voice aggravated.

"Knee pill" gave her a response.

The blade, which was originally calm, trembled suddenly with the sound of mustache, and a tall figure of a mint-colored man appeared next to the knife.

Keimaru opened his eyes, and a dazed look like waking up from a dream appeared on his face for a short while.

But Hikari instantly felt relieved.

Because just by looking at her like this, you can be sure that this brother in front of you is indeed her younger brother who has gone through the same time as her.

For the time being, Kagemaru has not reacted to what happened.

He only remembered that he was sleeping, but his inexplicable thoughts became more and more clear, and he heard the voice of Master Man Zhong from a long time ago.

And... my sister's voice?

He woke up in an instant, and immediately turned his head to look around, but when he moved his gaze down, he found the little dumpling in front of him.

It's really small, and the exposed hands and face look white and tender, and it looks like it will leave red marks when touched a little.Looking at the soft long hair hanging behind, the soft and swollen face is still full of healthy pink. It looks like a peach. It makes people want to take a bite and see if it will flow sweet juice .

Coupled with the layered Heian period clothes, it makes people look rounder.

The little girl in front of me is even more cherished than the most expensive doll in the Girls' Festival.

No matter who it is, it's probably very difficult to resist the urge to hold the fragrant and soft little girl into your arms and rub it well.

But Kagemaru held back.

He squatted down in a bum, and stared at the little girl in front of him in shock for a long time.He couldn't admit it wrong, this was clearly the appearance of his elder sister when she was first born and hadn't grown up yet.

Although he was just a little bean at that time, he can still remember it clearly.

"Do you... know me?" Katsumaru hesitated.

Mustache suddenly laughed, and his plump, chubby face looked even sweeter.She put her hand on the head of the knee ball squatting in front of her eyes, and gently rubbed it twice.

"Brother, what are you talking about? It's just a strange dream."

The expression on the immature face was familiar to Kagemaru.

He heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the one in front of him was not his sister from the past, and he traveled through time and space without being confused.

And Higakiri looked at Kemaru's unchanged look, and couldn't help but look at his fleshy hands in deep thought.

"But I don't know why. It was obviously at the same point in time, brother, you were still the same, but I went back to the way I was in the past."

Knee pill: "...cough cough."

Hearing the voice from the top of his head, Mustache looked over suspiciously, and saw Keimaru clenched a fist to his lips, his eyes were a little stiff, and he felt a little guilty.

"I probably know why."

Hidekiri opened his eyes wide, looking at his younger brother intently, his eyes were full of meaning to tell him to speak quickly.

Keimaru first carefully moved a few steps towards Higakiri, shortening the distance, and then said: "Maybe it's because, this is...my dream?"

It's hard to say why.But as the owner of the dream, there was such a voice telling him that this place was originally his dream.

Mustakiri: ...?

She stood up, compared her height at the moment, and then raised her hand in front of her younger brother, allowing him to take a good look at that chubby little hand.

"Did I look like this in your dream?"

Kewan coughed violently a few times, trying to muddle the issue away.

—Of course it can't be that simple.

Hikiri raised his face and smiled, showing such an expression in his young appearance, like the plump fruit, which looks sweeter, but not overly sweet.

"Why is it so small?"

When Mustakiri became a mature Fusangshen, his voice was also sweet and soft, but now the childish voice falls in the ears of Kewan, more like invisible honey.

Kagemaru felt extremely guilty for a moment, straightened his back, but it was difficult to speak.

Mustache pursed his lips, his smile faded, and he added a look of grievance, "Oh, my brother hates me, do you want me to remain so fragile so that I can be bullied back?"

"Of course not!" Katsumaru replied immediately, not noticing that there seemed to be something wrong with Hikiri's words.

"Ah, that means I want a younger sister more than my older sister," Higakiri sighed, with a look of grievance that I understand and I will accept.

"No, that's not the reason!"

Seeing his sister's expression, Keimaru became even more anxious, and with a feverish head, he spoke out the thoughts in his heart that made him feel shy.

"I'm just because... my sister has always led me forward, and I also want to, I also want to be able to take on the role of guiding the direction and guarding the shield."

In order to realize this idea in the dream, Kemaru accidentally set such a big gap between him and Hikari.

"oops……"

Mustache was stunned for a moment, his heart softened, and it was sour again.

As an older sister, she can see her brother's growth very clearly, but she still feels strongly touched by this clearer growth when she hears his brother's hard work and caring thoughts so clearly.

Her brother, even when she didn't see it, had grown up well.

Hidekiri raised his hand and touched his younger brother's face.

Although he looks like a child now, Hikiri naturally exudes a gentle expression.

"My brother has done a good job. Didn't he grow up to take good care of me and handle everything properly?"

Kinemaru just smiled.

In his heart, he clearly said to himself, it’s not enough, it’s not enough to reach this level.

"Sister, I don't know how to make you return to normal for the time being. Although this place is rooted in my dream, it is completely out of my control and has become an independent and strange state. How about we Go out and have a look, maybe you can find some clues."

"Go out and have a look," Mustache followed his younger brother's wishes, and changed the subject, "You can't find anything if you stay in the room."

She thought of something and suddenly smiled.

"If we can't find the exit, maybe we will just sleep forever in the dream like this?"

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand towards Kagemaru confidently.

——I can't expect anything from her two short legs now, that's all I have to do.

Kagemaru also naturally hugged her sister who is now a small dumpling.

As soon as he picked it up, the soft touch in his hand attacked his brain instantly.Jianwan suddenly stiffened a lot, and the whole hugging movement was like a robot.

With extreme caution, he walked forward with his sister in his arms, even though he knew rationally that he would not, he was still afraid of hurting the limp dumpling.

When he got to the shoji gate, Kemaru thought of something in the confusion.

"elder sister."

"What?" Higakiri asked lazily in his brother's high-end car.

Kagemaru asked: "Just now, when you called me out of the main body, did you call my name?"

Mustache said: "Yes, I called 'brother'."

Knee Maru said: "No, sister, you definitely called my name, you called 'Kee Maru'! You clearly remember!"

Hikikori stared at Kagemaru's excited look in a daze, thought for a while, raised his hand to comfort and patted his hand, "Yeah, remember, hug Maru!"

Katsumaru: "...Let's go out, sister."