Stable Polarized Practice

"Don't be angry, Mr. Samurai~" Kamui waved his hand with a smile, and handed back the white scarf that he had just torn off: "I didn't do anything, I just touched your neck with my hand, and it doesn't mean that no one touched it. pass?"

stable:"……"

Huh?It seems that this is the truth?Not to mention the neck, where did he and Kiyomitsu not touch when they were fighting in Honmaru?He wouldn't be angry if it was just being touched on the back of the neck under normal circumstances... It's just that it's strange that it happened in the atmosphere just now.

"And now it's on the streets of Yoshihara~" The guy with orange braids pointed to the crowd who were staring and whispering: "If we fight here, we might kill others by mistake~ It doesn't matter to those weak, but Women can give birth to children, and if the opportunity to give birth to a strong man is deprived, I don't mind it a little bit."

Nonsense, you obviously don't care at all, the lives of those people may not be as important as a piece of bandage on your body.

Feeling his murderous intent, An Ding must have had other reasons for thinking this way. Whether it is because he is seriously injured now or he wants to discuss business in the future, in short, it has absolutely nothing to do with kindness.

But Kamui can ignore the life and death of innocent people around him, but An Ding can't be indifferent—after all, he is now a Shinsengumi policeman, and this kind of thing should not happen no matter what the reasons are.

So An Ding stared at the guy with the same color eyes as him for a long time, and finally put the knife back into the sheath, took back the scarf that the other party had held up for a long time with a cold face, and wrapped it around his neck again.

Forget it, it’s just touching the neck, it’s really not a big deal, there’s nothing worth noting about Nan Ren’s neck, imitating Mr. Jiang Xue, wanting to be Buddhist, Buddhist, An Ding comforted himself like this.

Practicing will really make the blade grow a lot. I didn't expect that I would have such a calm change in my mentality in just one month after I came out of Honmaru. When I go back after practicing, I might be worshiped by Qingguang and say "stable You've grown up so much."

Thinking of this, An Ding, who was a little hopeful in his heart, couldn't help but blush a little, raised his hand and pulled the scarf upwards, half-closed his eyes and began to think about how he would accept Qingguang's worship when he went back—cough cough, be a little colder?You have to be as mature as Mr. Nagasone!

——In short, I didn't pay attention to the shocked expression of Afutu who was walking by and peeking.

This guy didn't get violent after being taken advantage of by the leader? !Still blushing? ! !Is it because the uncle really doesn't understand young people nowadays, or is it because the team leader's flirting methods are too superb? ! !

……

Several people with different thoughts returned to the place where the battle took place at the beginning. The room destroyed by the two big killers had been tidied up in a short period of time. After seeing them filing in, he exhaled a smoke ring:

"Yo, I came back earlier than I thought."

An Ding glanced at him with a complicated mood, and led Qingtai who dared not speak out to sit down.

The head of Yue Dai waved his hand: "Actually, there is nothing to talk about. Before you came back, Mr. Yunye had already talked with me as a representative. After that, you just need to meet Lord Night King politely."

"Ah... That Yunye guy really..." Afutu held his forehead and sighed: "Although I know who he is, it's still very uncomfortable to do it so blatantly."

"I hope that your internal affairs will not affect me." Yue Daitou immediately said sincerely with a special desire to survive: "I also follow orders to do things, it seems that I have brought a person who can make the head of the Seventh Division a little In terms of being a satisfied opponent, I hope you don’t make things difficult for me.”

Kamui, who was smiling and bandaged himself next to him, finally said, "I'm not interested in weak people like you."

Hearing this sentence, it was as if he had won the gold medal for avoiding death. Tsukiyotou immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ozawa is very strong, if the two Yetus attack him together, there is no way to protect him. In a word, it was almost like letting him go.

"But there is one thing you said wrong." Kamui continued to take the bandage from the tray held by the geisha next to him, wrapping the wrist exposed from the training suit all the way to the fingertips:

"I'm not superficially satisfied with Mr. Samurai, but very satisfied~"

stable:"……"

An Ding: What's none of my business?

Tsukiyo, whose mind was turning faster than everyone else in the room, came to his senses almost instantly. He glanced at An Ding from head to toe with novel eyes again, and when An Ding was so cold that he couldn't help but want to draw his sword, Finally looked away:

"Yes, is that so..." He said thoughtfully, "That's right..."

stable:"???"

"No, you don't need to know." Yue Dai tapped the cigarette stick with a complicated expression on his head, and took a deep breath: "Just continue to complete your duties."

"That's true, Mr. Samurai~" Kamui, who was busy weaving bandages, nodded in agreement, then suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Anding, who was kneeling obediently behind Tsukiyo's head in a straight posture:

"Mr. Samurai, do you need to deal with it?"

He gestured to the bandage.

"..." An Ding also moved his gaze to the pile of bandages. He was silent for a second, then looked down at himself.

Although it is said that the wound is gradually disappearing due to the repair of the body, there are still relatively miserable tears left on the clothes. Haori is a little better. The opening is stretched across the white cloth...

Even if I don't pursue Qingguang's exquisite and lovely level, but showing a large area of ​​skin is still a bit too rough, right?Thinking of this, An Ding nodded.

"Yes, thank you."

An Ding thanked him politely, then took the bandage that the geisha gave him with a wink, and began to wrap it round and round from the waist up. Kamui, who had finished wrapping it up, held his chin and looked at it. No one spoke for a while, only the quiet "smoosh" sound of bandages being wrapped.

"Let's talk—Mr. Samurai~" Kamui, who watched the beauty's battle damage and bandages for a long time, finally spoke. He stretched out his bandage-wrapped fingers and pointed in a stable direction: "Is your wound healed?" gone?"

"...Yes." An Ding looked at him again hesitantly, what does this guy want to do?

"It's really so fast?" The young man with orange braids opened his eyes that had been smiling all the time, and came over with some surprise: "Even the night rabbit clan's recovery ability is not so strong, right?"

Of course it’s not a “Night Rabbit” anymore. I’m a swordsman, and someone repairing a knife is the same as how it’s possible to recover by self-healing ability. I was thinking about it, and then my whole body froze, and my thumb subconsciously pushed it out. half blade—

"Wow, it's really fully recovered—" Kamui stretched out his hand and touched his bare white chest very naturally: "Only the dried blood remains~"