Stable Polarized Practice

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Oops, I have this weird feeling again, and I can't tell what this guy is doing wrong, but in this inexplicable atmosphere... it feels so weird.

I really want to draw my sword, I really want to take down this orange silly and smiling guy!

An Ding curled up his five fingers holding the handle of the knife, and stared at Shenwei for a while, finally defeated by his extraordinarily normal reaction, and silently pressed the half-unsheathed Chrysanthemum Yizi RX-78 went back.

"What's the matter?" Shenwei looked puzzled by the other party's tense expression, sat down cross-legged beside him very naturally, put his hands on his thighs, and tilted his head curiously:

"...Mr. Samurai?"

Although the atmosphere in the room made An Ding feel a bit weird, whether it was based on the current mission or choosing to help Wanshiwu Danna protect the children, this orange hairy guy didn't seem to hinder him, but his curiosity was too powerful Already... huh?

"...No, it's okay." An Ding shook his head hesitantly.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this guy is probably a fighting madman. The only offensive thing seems to be the beginning of the battle without consent, and there seems to be a conflict between Hedan and the others, but that is also a matter between them. There seems to be no contradiction at all.

——What's more, the target of the protection mission has a relationship with this orange dumbass or the transaction partner. An Ding glanced at Yue Daitou, who was holding a cigarette stick in his mouth, looking at his nose, nose, and heart. He lowered his head and wrapped the last piece of bandage. White neckline, and another piece of bandage was pulled off and tied into a ponytail.

The loose hair can easily block the line of sight and easily affect the battle, but the ponytail always falls off the hair rope, which always makes An Ning feel distressed.

If it doesn't work, just tie and wipe the forehead, so that it can just fix the messy broken hair, An Ning thoughtfully touched the soft bangs on the forehead, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed again. The Ikedaya incident came out.

Mingming Qingguang specially made a cherry blossom hairpin for him to fix his bangs...but it was damaged in the Ikeda house, but Qingguang made it for him with great care, and praised him for wearing it very cute!

I am currently practicing, so what will Qingguang do now?

……

Honmaru.

"Mr. California?"

"...Mr. California?"

"Huh? Ah, I'm sorry I was distracted...it's Horikawa." Qingguang quickly put down the broken cherry blossom hairpin in his hand, and straightened his half body lying on the low table: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just feel that Mr. California has been low recently, and I'm a little worried."

Kunihiro Horikawa said "Excuse me", then stepped into the room where the barrier door was opened, knelt and sat on the other side of the low table, and cast his eyes on the Sakura hairpin lying on the table: "This is it? "

"That one... that one is for that guy An Ding, but it's already broken." Qingguang picked up the hairpin he had been staring at for a long time, and stared at it again: "Because I've been too boring recently, I'm going to It's getting fixed..."

"So that's the case." Horikawa Kunihiro nodded thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, Mr. Yamato Mori has already set off to practice for a month... Does Mr. California feel lonely?"

"Eh? Not really, who would think about that noisy guy—" Qing Guang decisively turned his head and denied, but his tone dropped immediately:

"...It's just that it has returned to its previous state."

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I kind of miss Qingguang.

Kneeling and sitting in a bigger and more gorgeous room, the voice of Yuedai complimenting the old man who is called "Night King Fengxian" has become a little blurred in his ears. It flew to Honmaru, which was separated by countless layers of world walls.

The world here is about to reach the time when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. If it is in Honmaru, everyone will gather together to enjoy the cherry blossoms under the Manyozakura, take group photos, hang wish signs on the branches of the Manyozakura, and Kiyomitsu will pull Ask him to identify the change in the color of the nail polish that is completely unrecognizable. At night, the swords of the Awataguchi faction will hold a concert, and the lord will also participate in the cherry blossom viewing and celebration——

While thinking this way, a voice with a smile suddenly sounded in An Ding's ear:

"What is Mr. Samurai thinking?"

The memory was interrupted, and An Ding subconsciously answered the last scene that came to mind: "Thinking about the master—huh?!"

As soon as he turned his head and almost bumped into his forehead with this guy, An Ding was taken aback, and took two steps back abruptly—in a kneeling position, because he was too focused on remembering in a daze just now, he didn't even know when this guy I didn't even know that I came across from the "Night King Fengxian". The scouting value of Da Dao was completely useless in the fugue, and An Ding retreated enough to make him feel relaxed before answering the question again:

"...just thinking about the past."

Kamui simply ignored the latter, obviously cautious answer, and hung on to Anding's blurted words with great interest:

"Thinking about the master? What master? Is it the master of the master-slave relationship? Ah——is Mr. Samurai playing this type?"

He covered his face with his hands, probably trying to look surprised and shy, but his smiling expression changed the meaning of the whole action: "I really didn't expect that Mr. Samurai would play so boldly." what~"

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Although I didn't understand why he mentioned boldness, I always felt that it was a terrible thing... An Ding was silent for a while, and weakly began to retort: ​​"No, what I want to talk about is actually Lord Master..."

"—Are you actually still the type of 'Lord Master'?" However, Shenwei's body language was even more exaggerated. He made a gesture of covering his mouth in shock, and even deliberately took a breath: "What a novelty!"

stable:"……"

No, what's so shocking, what's so exaggerated, what's so novel?Even for ordinary ronin warriors, isn't it normal to have a loyal lord?Why do you guys get a weird feeling when you say it?What is going on in this guy's mind?

An Ning's fingers moved again, and he once again had the desire to draw his sword. Getting along with this guy with orange braids always made him feel this way. I couldn't help the urge to draw the knife out of its sheath.

"In this case, Mr. Warrior~" He held his face and continued to ask: "What kind of person is your master? What kind of person can make a blood-chasing murderer willingly serve as his master? Curious?"

"...My lord is very gentle, as for the rest, I don't want to tell you."

"Huh? It's too much——" Kamui said dissatisfiedly with a long voice, "Obviously we all had a good time fighting~"

But he quickly thought of something, and pointed at himself with a smile: "Although I am a rough type, I am also a reliable social person, Mr. Samurai—"

"Do you think I can be your master?"