Was Mibu Wolf

Chapter 62

Mr. Hijikata sighed, and moved the three sleeping together back to their respective rooms one by one.

After coming out, he sat alone in the corridor, looking at the snow-covered courtyard.The night was very quiet, and it seemed that the sound of snow falling could be heard, so silent to the point of loneliness.

This party's magic power supply is sufficient, and he has no need for rest or eating at all.And now it’s not like before in Shinsengumi, where there are countless jobs to do. At that time, I probably never thought that one day I would be so boring with nothing to do.

Mr. Hijikata laughed a little self-deprecatingly. He was born to work hard, and he was so uncomfortable when he had a little time off.

A broken crescent moon hangs in the sky, emitting a faint and elegant light alone in the silent snowy night.Mr. Hijikata suddenly felt a little drowsy, and instead of insisting on staying awake, he leaned against the beams and pillars in the corridor and slowly closed his eyes.

Fang, who suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, yawned and left the room. He had been making too much noise in the afternoon, and now he was a little hungry. He simply went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

When passing by that corridor, I happened to see the man who fell asleep leaning against the pillar.This kind of scene is a little strange, this side thought about it, he hardly had any memories of Mr. Hijikata falling asleep.

Mr. Hijikata like this no longer looks like an image of invincible iron will. Obviously, his figure cannot be said to be thin at all, but he actually looks a bit thin under such a situation.

Fang felt that he was probably fascinated by the moon, so he turned back to the room and took out a blanket.

He gently covered the man with the blanket, and suddenly felt drowsy again.He tilted his head and thought for a while, then simply sat beside Mr. Hijikata, leaned against his side and closed his eyes.

******

In the morning, Fang still woke up in his own bed.

Seeing himself lying on the bed obediently, he almost thought that what happened last night was a dream, but when he turned around, he saw that the blanket he had taken out was neatly folded.

But what is gratifying is that now he feels that his body has relaxed a lot. Maybe it is the vitamins he took yesterday, or maybe he feels better. In short, the recovery of the cold makes this party feel very happy.

As soon as he went out, he ran into An Ding, and subconsciously asked, "Where's Mr. Tukata?"

"I went out early in the morning and bought a lot of rice paper. It seems that I want to start self-cultivation."

An Ding thought for a while, and took this party to lie outside Mr. Hijikata's room and peek inside. Mr. Hijikata, who was practicing calligraphy like a grandfather, turned his back to them, with a very cautious expression.

"Are you bored enough to practice calligraphy? It looks so lonely..." Fang rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then a small light bulb suddenly appeared next to his head, beckoning to Anding mysteriously, " I have something to ask you..."

After An Ding finished listening, she was slightly taken aback, then nodded and agreed, "I will definitely succeed."

After watching An Ding leave, Fu Fang opened the door and walked in, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Hijikata, what are you doing?"

"It's you. Come on, look at my handwriting, how about it?" Mr. Hijikata beckoned to him happily and let him sit beside him.

"You're talking like a retired grandpa." This party said without shame, but he also leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Tukata should stop learning these things, it seems Nondescript."

To be honest, Mr. Hijikata's handwriting is not ugly, and it can even be said to be good. After all, he has been working for so long. After Mr. Shannan... he is fully responsible for the paperwork of the Shinsengumi.

It's just that the characters are neat and elegant, and compared to the elegance and ease of a real calligrapher, they seem very rigid.Now deliberately imitating that "irregular" font, it seems a bit like a tiger and a dog.

"Then you come." Mr. Tukata naturally refused to accept, and gave the pen to this party, who was not polite, picked up the copybook and looked at it for a while, and then wrote down the pen very naturally.

After a few strokes, the written characters are exactly the same as the ones on the copybook, using both squares and circles, shortening and matching, it is almost fake.

"You don't count, you can still write it yourself if you follow the painting?" Mr. Hijikata denied this, pointing to the paper.

Fang threw the pen, put it into the pen basket very precisely, and fell back with his hands on the ground, "Well, my artistic talent is limited to this, and I can imitate it very similarly in the way of painting. But if I really want to write it, I can’t do it at all.”

"It seems that we are all doomed to be vulgar, so let's stop being arty." Mr. Hijikata sighed, knowing that he really didn't have the potential to become an artist, he put away the things on the table in a hurry, and pushed him with his shoulder This side, "Brave man, are you going to the driving range?"

"Okay." This party immediately became interested, and did not refute Mr. Hijikata's words, "You go and wait for me first, and I will get the chrysanthemum."

Seeing his leaving back, Mr. Tukata couldn't help curling his lips slightly. For people like them, the most suitable thing to hold in their hands is a sword.

……

"The lord said he misses me? Is it really the lord you are talking about?" Izumi Mori Kanesada asked suspiciously, no matter how he looked at An Ding, he found him suspicious, "Isn't it because you have been with Mr. Tsuru for a long time during this time?" , are you kidding me?"

"...how can I be so boring!" An Ding puffed up his face, and tugged at Izumi Mamoru's sleeve, "And the lord is not just calling you, but asking you to go there with Horikawa."

"That's even more suspicious." Izumi Mori Kanesada stopped, and touched his chin, "Maybe that evil master came up with some tricks to tease me..."

"Mr. Kan, don't say that about the lord." Horikawa immediately corrected his statement, and said with a disapproving expression on his face, "The lord has treated us very well."

"Tsk." An Ding looked at He Quanshou and clicked his tongue lightly. He Quanshou suddenly felt a chill behind his back, but when he turned his head, he saw An Ding with a bright smile.

"Actually, the lord has indeed prepared a surprise for you." An Ding deliberately emphasized the word "surprise", and smiled maliciously on purpose, "I think Izumi Shou may be scared to cry~"

"Impossible!" Izumi Mori Kanesada said with certainty, and accepted the stable aggressive method, and became the leader instead, "I'll go there with you, let's go, we'll go now."

"It's true, Mr. Kane." Horikawa looked helplessly at Izumi Mamoru's back, and smiled at An Ding, "Mr. Kane still has a childish temper."

An Ding just looked at Izumi Mamoru's back and smiled. It was a bright sunny day in Honmaru, but Horikawa Kunihiro felt a bit of coolness inexplicably, and called An Ding a few times in a low voice, "Mr. Yamato Mori?"

"Ah? Hmm!" An Ding heard Horikawa's voice now, turned his head and said without noticing, still wearing his warm smile without a trace of haze, "Let's go there too."

Horikawa: ...Mr. Yamato Mori, he seems a little scary.

The passage between Honmaru and the world over there is now open. Except for this side, the swordsmen can go back and forth freely. Anding took Izumi Mori and Horikawa to their home in Fuyuki very smoothly.

He took them to Mr. Hijikata's room first. The door was open, but there was no one inside. An Ding gave a strange "Hey" sound, and the delicate Horikawa's ears moved slightly, as if he heard something. sound.

"It seems to be the sound of a sword?" Horikawa asked with some uncertainty.

An Ding thought for a while, then nodded, "It's probably in the practice range, let's go there."

When we got to the corridor, the sound of weapons clashing became clearer. Judging from the sound, the two people who were fighting were definitely masters. As they got closer and closer, Izumi Mori suddenly felt a little flustered for no reason.

And as he got closer, the panic became more obvious. It was the first time Izumi Mamoru, who thought he was strong and handsome, had such a mood.

He looked at Horikawa beside him, his expression was very solemn, as if he had thought of something, and even put away his usual smile.

When they arrived at the training ground, there were two people fighting fiercely inside, using real knives in their hands, just like the members of the Shinsengumi.

The rule of the Shinsengumi is that even in practice, you must use real knives. In order to improve the vigilance of the soldiers and their sensitivity to weapons, everyone can be as relaxed as practicing in actual combat.

That is to say, when this side learned from scratch, they used bamboo knives, otherwise the bamboo knives in the Shinsengumi were purely for decoration.

One of them is their god judge. It's been a long time since I saw him. His swordsmanship has also improved, and he is getting closer and closer to the Okita Souji in memory.

But another person...

"Mr. Hijikata..." Horikawa covered his mouth with both hands, tried his best not to let himself cry out, he lowered his head, his body trembling uncontrollably, tears fell from between his fingers, "pata" It fell to the floor with a bang.

He Quanshou didn't know what to say, looking at the back of that person, he wanted to cry, but his dignity as a man didn't allow him to do so, so he could only stand there in a daze.

The two people in the field also stopped at this time, and the person said, with a hint of a smile in his voice, "You are improving really fast, and you may surpass me in a few days."

"I'm just slowly getting back to my previous level, but Mr. Hijikata, he can't beat me in the past." Fang smiled flamboyantly, retracted Ju Yiwen Zezong into its sheath, and bowed slightly to Hijikata , "Concession."

Mr. Hijikata returned the gift immediately, and the two exchanged greetings.This party had already noticed the scene on the sidelines, and showed a very gentle smile to Mr. Hijikata, "Look, who is that?"

Mr. Hijikata turned his head strangely, and there were three people standing on the sidelines. He had known Yamato Shou'an for a long time, and had worked with him for a long time.He had never seen the appearance of the two people next to them, but they had a strange sense of familiarity.

The young man in Western uniform covered his face and wept uncontrollably. The taller young man had a normal expression, but the moment he saw him, tears that seemed to have been prepared for a long time fell.

Mr. Hijikata seemed to understand something, and walked towards them, about three steps away from them, he stopped, looked at Izumi Mori with an unquestionable tone and said, "Izumi Mori Kanesada."

Horikawa raised his head when he heard the voice, his blue eyes seemed to be covered with mist. Mr. Hijikata looked into his eyes and continued, "Horikawa Kunihiro."

"Mr. Hijikata..." Hearing his own name, Horikawa once again felt unspeakable sorrow.

Mr. Hijikata frowned slightly. He felt that he should comfort them, but he was different from this side. He couldn't say "I like you very much, so don't cry" like this side. He expressed All that came out was, "That..."

Horikawa wiped away his tears with his sleeve, thinking that the other party didn't like them crying, so he raised his head and smiled at him, "Yes, I'm Horikawa Kunihiro."

"Ah... that..." Izumi Moriya, who was awakened by Horikawa's voice, hurriedly said, "I am Izumi Mori Kanesada!"

Seeing the flustered expressions of the two people, Mr. Hijikata didn't hold back, and laughed, "Well, it looks very energetic. Didn't you embarrass me?"

"I will definitely not damage the reputation of Shinsengumi and Mr. Hijikata." Izumi Mori Kanesada immediately made a strong and cheered expression, trying his best to show his strength to Mr. Hijikata.

"Mr. Kane!" Horikawa put his hand to his lips, reminded Izumi Mamoru in a low voice, and pointed to his eyes.

Izumi Mori didn't have the nerve to wipe his tears just now, but at this moment he was exposed, so he immediately turned around and wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, but for some reason, he wiped more and more tears.

"I won't cry..." Izumi Mori said with a choked voice, "I am...Mr. Hijikata's sword..."

Seeing Mr. Hijikata's bewildered look, Fufang smiled silently, and left the place with Anding.

"Izumi Mamoru and Horikawa seem very happy." An Ding said with a smile as he followed him.

"Mr. Hijikata also looks very happy." Kakata's footsteps could not help but lighten up. "He is not very good at expressing his feelings. I don't know Horikawa and the others... I should have thought of asking them to come to see him earlier."

"It's not too late now." An Jing smiled, "There are not many people who are willing to let the sword see their former master, and they are also grateful to the master."

"Don't look at me like this, I'm actually stingy. But you and Qingguang can see me every day, it seems a bit inhumane to stop others." Fang stopped and said thoughtfully, "But Mr. Hijikata It's not an outsider."

"An Ding! Where have you been? Didn't you agree to go to Weigong New Oriental to study today? I've been waiting for you for a long time... Hey, my lord!" Qing Guang suddenly appeared in front of them, with his hands on his hips, looking very dissatisfied. After arriving here, he restrained his expression.

Fang smiled at Qing Guang, "I just asked An Ding to do something."

"Yes—" An Ding dragged his voice deliberately, showing a sly smile, "Don't bother Mr. Hijikata today, Izumi Mori and Horikawa are there."

"I won't bother him... Izumi Mamoru and Horikawa?" Kiyomitsu was a little afraid of Mr. Hijikata, but he was a little surprised when he heard what happened next, and then he laughed, "I won't talk about Horikawa, Izumi Mamoru must be Are you crying with tears streaming down your face?"

"Qingguang is like a normal person." An Ding also laughed at him in turn.

"Huh? I don't believe you didn't!"

"Hmm, I really haven't."

Seeing the bickering between the two, Fang couldn't help laughing in a low voice. The two also felt that the bickering was childish, and they followed him with some embarrassment, and surrounded him one by one and went back inside.

"Master..." Qing Guang called him helplessly.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fang cleared his throat and changed the subject, "What did you just say about Weigong New Oriental?"

"I met Emiya Shiro in the commercial street yesterday. He was buying ingredients and said he was going to make big buckwheat noodles. It's almost Chinese New Year, so I asked about the method by the way, and he asked us to find him today." Qingguang said, with a look in his eyes smiled.

"Well, I thought it was a little troublesome for him, but he said that there are about three or four people who will come to learn tomorrow, and there are not two more of us." An Ding picked up his words, "Then we jokingly called Wei Gong New Oriental. Speaking of Qingguang, have you learned it yet?"

"Of course, I'm not the same as some unreliable person." Qingguang raised his eyebrows, said proudly, then turned around and pulled Fang to act coquettishly, "My lord, I wiped off my nails today to learn how to cook. Can you paint it for me again?"

Fang just wanted to answer, but was interrupted by An Ding.

"What? You're so cunning, Qingguang!" An Ding puffed up his face, and pulled Fang's arm, "Master, paint me too!"

This party stretched out his hand to pull the two of them over, with a smile on his face, "Stop arguing about this, Mr. Hijikata has no time today, how about we go out for a big meal?"

"Agree!"

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