The whole world wants to keep me in captivity [Comprehensive]

On the day of the winter solstice, it passed lively like this.

Qiao Ran was searching for something in a study-type house.This house was also left a long time ago. These books are a bit old, but in such a long time, there is no trace of damage. There is a faint layer of spiritual power attached to it, and it has been carefully preserved.

Qiao Ran's expression suddenly changed. He felt an abnormal spiritual pressure in a certain place. When he moved his fingers, he found that it was a hidden book.

Qiao Ran took out this diary-shaped book, and on the light blue cover were written a few words, "... Observation Diary".

The first few words on the cover were blurred, and he couldn't see them clearly.

——Observation diary...

Qiao Ran said something silently in her heart, and opened the diary.

Leaving aside the contents of the book, the strokes of the handwriting completely showed the master who wrote it, with a very sharp and decisive temper.

Qiao Ran turned to the second page, her eyes moved slightly downward.

【I was ordered by the Tokino Government to observe this Honmaru... and found some interesting things...】

【how to say?I didn't expect that the idea of ​​the gang in the Ministry of Spiritual Affairs was not just a ridiculous idea, huh. 】

…………

【Those knives finally moved a little today, making a weak trembling sound. It's really interesting. It seems that it's not completely meaningless for me to agree to take on this boring job because of a bet. 】

Qiao Ran's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned the record book backwards. On the last page, those words were recorded by his writer with intermittent pen and ink.

[If the sword is really endowed with will, and can really transform into a human appearance, then what will happen? 】

[If we are the ones who do all of this... can it be said... that we have become the masters of the creation of living things? 】

[Will we become the masters of nature? 】

…………

This passage is recorded here, and it stops abruptly.

The last word was dragged in a long trace strangely, as if blocked by something.

Qiao Ran gently closed the book, holding his chin, feeling as if he had fallen into a terrible hole.

What is the so-called government of time?What should a normal Honmaru look like?He has no clear clue so far.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Qiao Ran's brows slowly slowed down, and he tentatively decided to put this matter behind.

He needs more clues to confirm the guess in his heart.

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In a few days, it is the arrival of the New Year.

In the past, the swordsmen were not very willing to let their masters go to the world, but occasionally they would go to the world with their masters to have a look, and Qiao Ran's temperament was relatively quiet, so he didn't know much about Japan in this world .

On the night before the new year, all the swordsmen took off their gorgeous military uniforms and put on kimonos purchased from the present world, looking completely different from usual peace.

All the swords had originally prepared a set of kimonos for Qiao Ran, but when their little masters glanced at these delicate clothes with a pair of light eyebrows and a slight rejection on their faces, they hesitated up.

Qiao Ran, who was a Chinese at heart, was born with a sense of repulsion to this kind of Japanese national costumes, and Dao Jian was naturally keenly aware of Qiao Ran's emotional changes, so they had to put the clothes away.

However, some quick-witted Fusangshen have secretly decided in their hearts...

——How about letting the master wear this kimono on the bed one day when the master is sick and needs himself...

——If you see your beloved little master wearing the clothes you bought, showing a dazed expression when you are going to use the power of life for the little master next time...it will feel super exciting!

The sudden thoughts in their hearts made them agitated, but they didn't show it on their faces, and obeyed Qiao Ran's instructions obediently.

The world where Honmaru lives is not the real world, but a space completely isolated from the real world.

To open the passage between Honmaru and the present world, only Hotaru who was first awakened in this Honmaru can do it.

"Are you ready? Are you ready? Then... let's go."

Hotaru supported his hat, glanced back, and saw more than a dozen swords carefully guarding his master's side.

Hotaru felt relieved immediately, and gently pulled out the huge odachi from behind with her fleshy little hand.

He stretched out his hand and waved it casually in the air... All of a sudden, a line was torn apart!

The huge air current blew up the slightly curled white hair of the green-eyed boy.

——In this world...it's really a long memory.

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On the eve of the New Year, there is always a huge crowd at the shrine. Even though it is already past ten o'clock at night, everyone is very interested, as if they are just waiting to get the first lottery.

In one corner, a little boy with brown hair, wearing a light-colored kimono, seemed to be timidly following behind a group of children.

One of them, who looked like the leader of a child, cast a malicious look at the brown-haired little boy at the end, and raised his voice: "Sawada Tsunayoshi... If you are so slow, we won't take you!"

Originally, the relationship between this group of children and this little boy was not so close. If they had not listened to their parents, they would not have been willing to play with this stupid boy who always did some ridiculous things.

Regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl, on their innocent-looking faces, there is a bit of disgust in their black and white pupils.Those harsh, disgusted gazes fell directly on the brown-haired boy.

Suddenly, the brown-haired little boy fell to the ground. He immediately covered his eyes and began to cry softly.

only……

no one,

ignore him.

"He's too slow... Oh, we have to hurry up, otherwise, we won't be able to get the earliest magic lottery!"

"Yeah, don't wait for him, just because of such a good-for-nothing... How annoying!"

"I don't like him either. If I didn't listen to my mother, I wouldn't take him with me, hum."

The group of children chattered and chatted, and finally made a decision and left immediately.

Sometimes, it has to be said that a child's heart is the purest and most cruel.

Sawada Tsunayoshi lay on the ground like this, the slate floor was very cold in the deep winter, his knees were covered with bloodshot marks, his originally delicate face was covered with snot and tears, and he looked very It was miserable outside.

Maybe it's because the location here is a little remote, no one passed by to help the little boy, so the little boy could only look at his group of friends as they walked further and further away.

Those figures seemed to melt into the night.

They happily,

bouncing and bouncing,

easily left him,

It's like leaving an insignificant thing behind.

The little brown-haired boy felt more and more pain from the wound on his knee. He wiped his eyes with the little hand that was also injured by the fall, and some blood was wiped on the white and tender face.

His crying became louder and louder, as if the cold wind was torn apart.

——Why does everyone abandon me...

--Mommy mommy……

"General, there is a child crying here!"

A voice sounded not far away, the little brown-haired boy paused for a while, and then continued to cry loudly.

At this moment, he just felt that he was very, very sad, even though these things were so common that he... was a little accustomed to it.

"How can a child cry at this time?"

A very pleasant voice sounded from behind him, very close to the little boy, clear and light, like spring water rushing through the mountains.

"do not Cry……"

Qiao Ran frowned slightly. Not far from here, there was a lively scene, and the child was crying so sadly here, even though he was as cold as Qiao Ran, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of compassion. As if sighing, she comforted him softly.

Qiao Ran stretched out her hand, walked to the side of the boy, and gently wiped away the tears, snot and blood on the boy's face with her sleeve.

"General, it's too dirty! It's going to get your hands dirty!"

Ranto Shiro immediately frowned worriedly.

Although Qiao Ran was a bit obsessed with cleanliness, at this moment, she didn't hesitate to use her snow-white sleeves to wipe the face of the little brown-haired boy, not paying any attention to the boy's embarrassment and dirt on his face.

In the sight of the little brown-haired boy with tears in his eyes, the boy wrapped in a coat stood in front of him, his cold-looking brows and eyes seemed to be set off by the night with an endless tenderness, under the brim of the hat, A few strands of hair slipped down like spotless snow.

The silver-haired boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the brown-haired boy looked into his eyes blankly, thinking in his heart that even the eyes of this big brother are so clean and beautiful.

Qiao Ran looked at the little boy's silly and well-behaved appearance, and couldn't help but gently touched the top of his curly hair with his hands, even his words were somewhat coaxing and gentle.

"—Don't cry...you cry so much that my heart aches."

The author has something to say:

Such Su’s plot is so handy for me _(:3」∠)_

The cold little beauty is really a treasure of the world...【Drooling】

The elapsed time of Honmaru is different from the present world, the next time we meet is at Nashin and enrolled in school w

Today is thicker and longer, praise me=￣ω￣=