Ya-kun's Honmaru is a bit weird

The warm wind blows, and the autumn leaves slowly fall.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga grabbed the leaves falling from his silver hair and gently blown them away in the palm of his hand.

The light golden eyes of the silver-haired young man sitting on a thick branch slightly lowered, and his eyes followed the two people who were walking towards this side.

It has been a month since Naya Asahi forged the sword that she claims to be the Sanjo family.When Tsurumaru Kuninaga was about to experience the fate of being forged and then smashed into pieces, the knife walked out of the forging room leisurely with the god-inspector who was already asleep.

Yitong swept across the swords lightly, and said calmly, "My lord, I have exhausted my spiritual power for forging."

The young man raised his mouth slightly, "Can you all make a way for the lord to cultivate himself?"

Although what the boy said were all facts, Tsurumaru Kuninaga could hear the intention of showing off.

Especially when he saw the faint smile on the corner of the sleeper's mouth and a relaxed expression.The silver-haired young man couldn't help but think of the look on the God Judge's face when he first saw him.

That's what it's like not to be favored... After all, he is the reason why the god-killer exhausted a large part of his spiritual power.

The pale pink-haired boy had regained his vitality at this time. Although the spiritual power in his body hadn't fully recovered, it had reached the level where the sword allowed him to leave the room.

I saw him dancing and talking vividly beside Imaki who was dressed in pitch black, and occasionally made some novel expressions, which made Imaki who was quietly watching him beside him couldn't help laughing.

"It's this persimmon tree. The persimmons made from its fruits are very delicious! Let's pick some and ask Candlestick Chisan." Asahi Nami suggested with bright eyes.

Seeing his excited little eyes, Jin Jian couldn't help laughing, raised his head and looked up at the luxuriant persimmon tree, he let out a long sigh, and said, "However, I remember that my lord was killed by the candlestick yesterday." Chessan forbids sweets."

Nami Asahi was taken aback, and then blinked at the cute Imamken with a bit of flattery, "I can't go, don't I still have Imakim."

Imaime looked at him with a funny face, and Asahina Nami immediately leaned up and hugged his bare arm and shook it back and forth.

"Really...only once."

Nami Asahi raised her hands triumphantly, let out a happy 'wai', and ran back to Imaiken as if remembering something, tipped her toes slightly, and gently rubbed her soft lips on his face After a while, he immediately jumped under the persimmon tree and beckoned Imaki to come over.

"..." The silver-haired young man crossed one leg, resting one hand on his chin, quietly watching the intimate conversation and movements of the two through the gaps in the leaves, and couldn't help chuckling.

cunning sword...

The disappearance of the previous body is exchanged for the favor of the present body...

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled faintly, but fortunately the swordsmen were merciful, otherwise even if it was broken, it would not be remembered by that person.After all, it was him who chose to get close to that warm spiritual power at that time, and unilaterally expected what kind of touching expression that person would have to greet him.

But he is not the one that can make that person take the risk of exhausting his spiritual power again to restore the original scenery of Honmaru, nor is it that a group of swords who are staring at tigers maliciously took the first birth sword to the dangerous map. Still able to snatch honor, the sword that returned in triumph.

"...well...can't reach..." Asahina stretched her arms on tiptoe, trying to touch the lowest branch with her fingertips.Last time it was Taro-san's help that he was able to stand on the tree, but obviously it can't be realized now.

"My lord, do you want me to take you up there?"

"Can you?! Then I want to go up!"

Imaken smiled and bent down. He was about the same size as Asahina, but he easily hugged the pale pink-haired boy. Perhaps he was no longer surprised by this. Asahina hugged his neck very naturally, However, Imai held him but did not move for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Asahina looked suspiciously at Imaiken's red eyes fixed on a thick leaf, and then looked up there, but he didn't find anything special.

Just when he was about to speak again, Jin Jian suddenly let go of his arm, slowly put him on the ground, and said with a smile.

"Sure enough, I'll go up and pick it up. My lord, please wait here for a while."

Naya Asahi did not doubt that he was there, she nodded and watched Imaiji leap up the branch nimbly, hiding in the dense branches and leaves in the blink of an eye.

The young man touched his belly in silence, it was soft... It seems that he has gained a little weight recently?

Imaken stepped on the branches and ran straight to one place, his clothes and leaves rustled as he shuttled between them, the boy supported his wrist on the branches, turned slightly, and landed firmly beside Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

"This scared me, it was discovered."

The silver-haired young man watched the boy fall to his side, and said without the slightest surprise.

"What is His Majesty Tsurumaru doing in this kind of place?" The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile, "Ah, could it be that you want to scare the lord?"

The desire to monopolize like a beast protecting food... Hey, it's too obvious...

Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his hands helplessly, "Occasionally, Tsurumaru needs to think about life from a high place."

Jin Jian squinted his different pupils thoughtfully, quietly looking at the sword in front of him, until the boy under the tree began to call his name in doubt, then he looked away lightly, pushed aside the branches and jumped away.

"Why so slow?" Asahina Naya asked casually while looking at Imai, who was holding his arms full of persimmons.

"I heard that the fruits that grow in high places are especially delicious, so I jumped a little higher."

The pale pink-haired boy nodded, took the fruit in his arms and hugged it, and urged Imai to find Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada.

When the two arrived in the kitchen, Imaime held the persimmon and the candlestick and talked, and while talking, the candlestick suddenly glanced outside the kitchen door, and Asahinami immediately retracted her head like a frightened rabbit and ran to the side .

"..." Candlestick Che silently looked at the few strands of light pink hair sticking out by the door, and sighed helplessly.

"His Royal Highness Jinjian, the master has eaten a lot of sweets this month. As a close servant, you should persuade him."

Jinjian retracted his gaze from the door, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Because my lord is very cute, I can't help but want to spoil him."

"Even so..."

"—— Whatever the lord lord wants, Jinjian will send it to him."

"..."

— drowning.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong took a deep look at him, stopped talking, turned around and began to wash the fruit.

There is no need to say more.The two sides share this idea, but the means and process are different.

Either you or me.

Or this Honmaru.

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