Genji Heavy

Kaimaru opened his eyes, and what he saw was the half-empty bed, his heart trembled violently reflexively, and then sat up immediately.

He stared blankly at the bed for two seconds at first, then quickly looked around, and saw that Mustache was actually sitting by the window.

It's just that he was too anxious just now, and it was dark under the lights for a while, and he didn't notice it so close.

The windows are half open.

Higakiri was sitting in front of the window, looking from the direction of Kemaru, he could only see less than half of his profile.

Outside, the sun has risen in the sky.

The weather is good today, the sun is not too hot, but it has a warm feeling,

The sun shone on Mustache's face, and the skin seemed to be clear, and the long milk-gold hair seemed to be covered with gold at this moment, and the color became very brilliant.

The whole person seems to be gradually becoming transparent.

A slight wind blew in through the open window, slightly blowing the shattered hair on the sideburns.

Knee Maru was taken aback when he saw it.

He was used to the lazy sister who stayed in bed every day, and when he suddenly saw her sister who got up earlier than him, he couldn't help reacting.

Hearing the noise next to him, Hidekiri turned his head and said, "My brother got up very late."

Kagemaru felt very strange, and raised his hand to stroke the hair on the back of his head.

Mustache said again, "But this is also good. According to human beings, you can only grow up if you sleep well?"

Knee Maru was suddenly a little embarrassed.

As if he was still a small child.

But because the person who said that was Higiri, Katsumaru had no thought of refuting it, and was even a little happy that his sister cared about it.

Then he got up, and very consciously began to help Mustache clean up the housework.

Speaking of which, when he saw the beds rolled up and piled up in the corner yesterday, he was a little concerned. Now that the beds were neatly folded, he couldn't help but take a few more glances with satisfaction.

Hidekiri stood beside him, resting his head on one hand, watching with a smile, but there were inevitably other emotions floating in his eyes, and he couldn't be purely happy because he saw his brother's familiar behavior.

After a while, the house became orderly under the hands of Kemimaru.

But after tidying up the house, Kenmaru didn't know what to do.

Now he seems to have nothing to do except wait for the time-space converter to restore its function.Are you going to stare at the monks again?

However, Kagemaru intuited that even if he lurked in the past, what he saw was the same scene of chanting as yesterday.

Today, Higakiri directly vetoed Kemaru's idea.

"Brother, you don't need to make a special trip."

She tilted her head and counted the time with her fingers.

"Do the math, it's almost the same time, the time for those people to come."

Knee Maru "Huh?"

When Kagemaru was suddenly pushed into the room by Mustache, and watched the door close in front of his eyes, he understood.

"Are those monks coming here now?"

"Well, it's actually not too early." Thinking of those people, Mustache put on a smirk, "But it's really positive, right, it takes a lot of time and effort to come to me every day. The tongue is just to force their thoughts on me."

It's a pity that these are destined to be in vain here.

As for Kemaru, Higakiri also knew that he would definitely not be able to appear in front of the monks here, so he simply pushed him into the room and waited.

It's more comfortable hiding there.

She is confident. Although this hiding place is relatively simple, her brother will not be easily discovered.

When Higakiri turned his head again, where Kemaru couldn't see, his eyes were already indifferent.

Even though the corners of her mouth still had a polite curve, it seemed to be sketched on drawing paper, without any freshness.

But the knee ball hidden inside had no choice but to get as close to the door as possible, and carefully opened a very small seam that couldn't be found without looking carefully, through which it was difficult to observe the situation of the door.

Soon, the sound of footsteps with a very stable frequency came from far and near.

There was also the sound of large pieces of cloth rubbing against clothes.

Obviously the group of monks.They really came here positively, as Tokiri said.

"Your Highness."

It was the voice of the monk who talked the most yesterday.

Through the gap, Kemaru vaguely saw several figures in cassocks standing neatly in front of the house.

Because the monk was standing closest, he could see the most clearly.

Just like yesterday, those monks at least kept the rules, did not enter the house of Mustache Kirito without authorization, and still stood respectfully in front of the house.

Mustache sighed softly, his eyes swept over those people.

"The faces of you guys, even a sword born in the Heian era like me, can still remember clearly. In a few days, maybe even the voices will be able to match?"

The expressions of the monks were calm and unwavering, as if they were being ridiculed, and those who came on time every day to hate them would not be like them.

The leading monk bowed, "If you can agree to help as soon as possible, you won't have to see our faces every day."

Mustache said, "You are just joking."

As she spoke, she looked carefully at the monk's face.

After all, he is considered an elder among human beings, and he hides his emotions fairly well.

However, even if all of them pretended to be calm, they still couldn't fool a sword like Hidekiri who was used to the tricks of superiors.

The sediment accumulated on the bottom of the river little by little, forming thick and difficult silt.

The monks' hearts were like this, gradually piled up layer after layer of silt, and they probably won't know what will happen to these "silt" until the last days of the matter.

Today, the "silt" probably has another thick layer.

Mustache understood, and there was no fluctuation on his face, "It seems that the situation is getting worse, right?"

The monk said, "Ping Laigang is a shameless person, so insidious and cunning."

The monk, who was supposed to hold the idea of ​​"all beings are equal", was clearly biased in his words at the moment, and every word and sentence was filled with hatred for the representative of the imperial family, the leader of the internal management, Hirai Tsuna.

He is also very rude to the ruling Hojo family.

When the current ruling Hojo Sada was young and vigorous, he was ambitious to consolidate the power of the Hojo family in the Kamakura shogunate.

"Hojo sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight, and now that hypocritical mask has been torn off. Mr. Adachi... was forced to such a situation."

While talking, the monk fixed his eyes on Hikakiri, as if expecting to see something from her face.

But Mustaki only seemed more indifferent, and did not change because of the change in the situation in the monk's mouth.

She said calmly, "The world changes, that's all."

"No!"

The heavy pressure of this period of time urged the monk to take a step forward eagerly, wanting to refute.

He talked about the grievances and grievances between Adachi, Hirai Tsuna and Hojo over and over again, but these things are not clear to Hikari.

She just upheld the etiquette and was considerate of the fragile enough nerves of these human beings, without interrupting them halfway.

When the monk finally stopped to catch his breath, Higakiri sighed, "As a monk who serves the Buddha, he should be transcending the world. Why bother. Besides, you, you, how can you change the flow of this torrential river?"

"No," the monk was extremely firm, "If Your Highness is willing to help Mr. Anda, the Anda family can still have a line—"

"A glimmer of life?" Mustache chuckled lightly.

The monk was not swayed by Higakiri's attitude, and continued, "What Adachi-sama did was all for this Kamakura, and it's not for restoring the glory of Genji! You—"

As a treasure of Genji, don't you want to try your best for the Kamakura that Genji built?

——The monk wanted to continue saying that.

But the rest of the words stopped abruptly because of the biting cold that suddenly approached the side of the neck.

No one saw how Hidekiri moved.

Had to stay in the room obediently, barely observing the situation through a very small gap, even though his eyesight was still good in the daytime, he could only see a blur, what was more clear was the clank of his sister's main body unsheathed.

Mustache stood in front of the monk, holding the body in his hand, resting it on the monk's neck, looking up at him.

There was no warmth in the corners of her eyes, but the curvature of the corners of her mouth was much wider than before, revealing a sweet smile that made the monk feel cold all over.

"This is the second time."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was speaking some love language.

But the monk listened and felt that the blood in his body was slowing down and freezing inch by inch.

"I said."

"Don't put on such an appearance of Genji saving the ancestors."

"Ah... for the last time, I don't want to hear half a word about Genji from your mouths, understand?"

In the blink of an eye, the monk's face completely lost all color, leaving only a sheet of paleness.

Like a piece of dead wood, standing there, it will rot in an instant.