Ya-kun's Honmaru is a bit weird

Climbing thick branches under her feet, surrounded by large leaves, Xiao Ye's left text gaze circled around and then suddenly stretched out her hand to a place.

The small palm sank into the luxuriant leaves, and only a sound of gada was heard, and a huge golden persimmon was picked off.

The branches shook a little, the young man held the fruit full in his bosom with one hand, and supported the branch with the other to stabilize his body.Just when he caught another fruit in his sight and was about to reach out, there was a sound of playfulness not far from under the tree.

Xiaoye's left-handed hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and immediately gave up the persimmon that was at his fingertips, turned around, jumped off the tree and hid in a dark corner not far away.

The voice was getting closer and clearer, it was the daggers of Fujishiro's family.They talked and laughed and walked under the persimmon tree, looking very excited.

"Come on, let's compete!"

Atsushi Shiro smiled proudly with the corners of his mouth picked up. He rolled up his beige sleeves and pointed to the persimmon tree full of fruits behind him.

"Whoever picks the most and is the best wins."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the short knives one by one, and saw that everyone raised their heads and looked up at the tall tree. He opened his mouth and was about to continue talking, when Ranto Shiro, who was standing behind the swords, suddenly spoke road.

"Eh~ I don't want it, there seems to be a lot of bugs on the tree." He said, picking up his orange hair and combing it boredly, and said, "And the hair will be messed up."

The boy with long orange hair slapped him shamelessly, turned around and waved his hands as if he was planning to go back, but didn't step forward to stop him, Atsuto Shiro suddenly lowered his head and gave a sinister smile.

"is this okay?"

The black-haired boy said suddenly, he raised his head and his face was full of pride, "If this is the case, then I will accept the opportunity to visit the general without hesitation!"

Dagger said so, but still kept his eyes on the sword that had already gone away. Sure enough, the second after he spoke, Ranto Shiro suddenly turned around and hurried back.

"...What do you mean?" Ranto Shiro frowned and looked at the sword in front of him, although his face looked disgusted, it still couldn't cover his slightly shining eyes.

"Hmph..." Atsuto Shiro turned his back inscrutablely, and proudly bathed in the longing eyes of the short swordsmen.

"..." Ranto Shiro narrowed his blue eyes dangerously, looked at the young man's back for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his slender fingers and pinched him fiercely on the waist, immediately causing the serious expression on the young man's face to break. , jumped up in pain.

"Say, no, say?"

"Tell me, I'll tell you!"

Succumbing to the young man's coercion, Atsushi Shiro sniffed, rubbed the pinched soft flesh and said aggrievedly.

"Candlestick Qiedian said that the general has no appetite these days and wants to make some snacks he likes, so he asked me to help pick some fresh persimmons and send them to the general's room with him."

"..."

The black-haired boy narrated without pausing at all, and Ranto Shiro blinked his eyes clearly, not feeling ashamed at all for being complained by a certain sword, he nodded in agreement, and happily said to other swords.

"Let's come to the competition, whoever wins can visit the master!"

"..." Atsushi Shiro.

Hearing the words of chaos, all the Fujishiro started talking, with a little excitement in their expressions.

"Can I talk to the master?" Akita Toshiro suddenly asked cautiously while standing aside.

"Of course." Ranto Shiro replied with a smile on his eyes, "as long as the master is in a good mood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Maeda immediately leaned into Hirano's ear and whispered, "I don't know if bringing persimmons will make the master happy."

Hirano Fujishiro frowned and replied distressedly, "Didn't Candlestick Kiritou say he could make persimmons for the master, and the master prefers persimmons to eating persimmons directly."

He paused, turned his head and asked the dagger beside him, "Can you do it?"

"..."

"Oh, by the way, you can only eat."

"..."

Xiaoye Zuowuwen hid in a dark corner with a persimmon in his arms, leaning against a damp wall behind him, staring fixedly at the messy grass at his feet with lowered eyes, his excellent hearing allowed him to clearly hear the conversation of the daggers , he looked at the persimmon in his arms, his eyes became silent.

Since that day when they assisted the sword of the hommaru to allow the god judge to escape from the homimura, Zuo Wenwen's family was banned from having any contact with the god judge.

It is somewhat ironic to be given such an order by the sword who is also Fusangshen, but Zuo Wenwen knows that if he does not accept it, he will be forcibly broken into pieces. In the face of all swords, no matter how high the level of Zuo Wenwen is, he has no chance to resist .

Besides, they really don't want to be broken at this time.

Although they live in seclusion, they still have heard about the situation of the young man. Knowing what the swordsmen did, Jiang Xue Zuowen could only let out a long sigh, and the tiredness was instantly evident in the brows.

Before that, they didn't know the result of sending the boy to that Honmaru.From this point of view, maybe they were the ones who caused the boy to become what he is now.

"..." The blue short-haired sword silently squeezed the persimmon in his hand, and after a long time, he turned around and planned to leave quietly.

There was a sudden movement under the foot, the short knife suddenly retracted the foot, and the body was tightly pressed against the wall, the heart was beating wildly in the chest, Xiaoye Zuowen pressed there without changing his expression.

Finally, after his heart rate stabilized, the blue short-haired boy carefully poked half of his head out from the eaves of the wall. His sapphire blue eyes circled back and forth a few times in the eye sockets, and finally stood on the stone bridge not far away. figure.

It is a judge.

Xiaoye Zuowenzi subconsciously exerted a little force on the hand holding the wall, and that figure was reflected in the silent pupils.

I saw the pale pink-haired boy standing on the stone bridge, supporting the decorated stone pillars. Behind him stood the skeleton Toshiro on the right. The silver-haired sword was still expressionless, but his eyes never left the person in front of him.

Naya Asahina's brown eyes looked at this side from a distance, as if watching what Toshiro Dagger was doing.The short knives didn't realize that Nami Asahi was watching this side not far away, and they were all eager to compete for the first chance to win the chance to contact the God Judge.

Standing on the highest end of the persimmon tree, Akita Fujishiro leaned on the thick branches and stood on tiptoe trying to reach the persimmon that was a little far away from him. The fruit he picked was the best among many fruits, hanging heavily on the The branches look delicious.

Seeing that the distance between the fingertips and the persimmon was still short, the short knife with short pink hair gritted his teeth and vacated half of his body, leaving only one foot and one hand to stabilize on the tree.

One centimeter away...

Dagger let out a breath, leaning out most of his body.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, mixed with a biting chill.The strong wind instantly loosened the boy's support on the tree, Akita Toshiro's mind went blank for a moment, and the next second he fell from the tree.

Ranto Shiro, who was also standing on the tree, was wondering why the biting cold wind suddenly blew, when a familiar pink flashed in front of his eyes.

His eyes widened in shock, and he subconsciously called out his name——

"Akita—!"

The terrified sound of the dagger woke up the others, and all the swords and swords turned their heads to look at the source of the sound blankly, and then widened their eyes in the same fright.

Hearing the heavy sound of a gun hitting the ground, everyone involuntarily looked away for fear of seeing an unacceptable scene.

Akita Fujishiro also closed his eyes tightly the moment he landed, and even stopped breathing, but the imaginary pain did not hit, and he opened his eyes tremblingly, and found that the sky was still as beautiful as the blue.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a scream suddenly came from under him.Akita Toshiro froze for a moment, didn't react for a long time, stared blankly at Luan jumped down from the tree and hurried over to pull himself up, checked up and down before walking towards Atsutoshiro lying on the ground.

"Do you have any questions?"

Without pulling him up, Ranto Shiro stood beside him and looked at the dead body on the ground with the dagger, and asked in a flat tone.

"...Yes, my back hurts."

"Then it's all right."

"..."

The orange sword nodded, turned around and waved to the other short knives who were looking at this side worriedly, and said, "It's okay, it just slipped down accidentally, let's continue."

Distracted by Akita's affairs, Ranto Shiro forgot about the sudden strong wind for a moment. When he climbed up to the branches again to pick persimmons, his hair was blown up suddenly, and there was another gust of chilly wind Blow up, even worse than before.

The skin of the persimmon hanging on the branch was suddenly covered with a thin layer of frost, and the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped sharply. When Ranto Shiro saw that scene, he was slightly stunned, and the five tigers who had just climbed up beside him suddenly whispered call out.

"Owner……"

Although his voice was low, Ranto Shiro caught those sensitive words, and he immediately looked in the direction of Wuhutai's line of sight.

I saw a boy with pale pink hair standing on the bridge, and the surrounding environment around him suddenly changed. A silver-white world seemed to spread across the entire Honmaru like a street stall, covering the original golden-red autumn scenery.

A gust of biting cold wind hit, Rando Shiro quietly looked at the boy's expressionless face, thinking about Akita's sudden fall just now, the hand with the dagger hanging by his side couldn't help but move slightly, for a long time, he couldn't say a word .

Gukuu Fujishiro saw the commotion just now from a distance, and naturally knew that Akita's slip was due to the person in front of him.

The chill continued to seep into his skin through the thin clothes. The silver-haired boy exhaled softly and looked at the boy who was less than two meters away from him, as if he couldn't feel the cold surroundings. Shizhu stared over there.

Wakizashi slowly eased the red knot at the open neckline, took off the jacket and put it on the young man gently.

"Please pay attention to your body."

The silver-haired boy said in a low voice, and then returned to his original position. He raised his amethyst-like eyes and looked at the boy, as if awakened by his words. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at him quietly. a while.

Gukuu Toshiro lowered his eyes silently, the young man's eyes stayed on him for a long time, and he took a long time to look away.He raised his head slightly, and watched the young man gently caress the coat that was draped over his body. The baggy clothes hung loosely on his body, making the young man a bit thin.

I saw the young man's hand caressing the clothes slowly tightened, the clothes were kneaded a little wrinkled in his hands, the hands were getting harder and harder, the clothes were sliding down the shoulders more and more, almost unable to cover the body.

Suddenly, he loosened his grip on the coat, and Toshiro Kotoshi moved his fingertips slightly, watching silently as the coat slipped off the boy's body and fell off the stone bridge, falling into the lake under the stone bridge.

"Ah...it fell."

The boy's brown eyes were wide open, his gaze swept across the clothes that were still floating on the lake, he raised his head with a faint smile on his lips.

"It's all Gu Gusang's fault. If you put such a big dress on me, it will definitely fall off. Can you help me get it back?"

Perhaps because of the cold, the innocent expression on the boy's face actually made the bone-headed Toshiro feel a slight chill in his body.The boy's somewhat empty eyes reflected that he seemed to be empty.

The silver-haired sword lightly pursed its upper lip, turned and left in silence.

***

It suddenly snowed in Honmaru, and the autumn without warning first entered the winter directly. The loose leaves hanging on the branches were blown by the cold wind and fell sparsely, and the snow gradually accumulated on it. Layer after layer.

Natsuo Toshiro stood by the lake, staring at the lake with his crystal clear eyes. Because of the sudden drop in temperature, only a very thin layer of ice had condensed on the lake, which could be pierced with a light poke of his finger.

Suddenly the thin ice on the surface of the lake moved slightly, and a touch of gold suddenly flipped under the ice. The fish's tail ruthlessly smashed the sealed ice surface, and then dived into the deep water nimbly and disappeared.

"Hey—don't be lazy and hurry up and help."

There was a urging voice from California Kiyomitsu behind him, and Natsuo Fujishiro responded immediately, "Just come, just come." As he said, he stretched his neck and looked at the lake. After searching several times, he didn't find the fish again. Zing Xing curled his lips and turned around to walk to Dao Jian who was tidying the sheets.

Because of the sudden change of the season in Honmaru, the weather that used to blow warm wind suddenly began to snow. All the swords were stunned for a moment, but in less than a minute, everyone returned to calm.

Kasen Kanesada stood in the room and was writing leisurely. He caught sight of the snow in the courtyard from the corner of his eye and was about to write a haiku for the occasion. However, just as the ink-colored brush touched the paper, he suddenly He slapped his hand on the head and screamed.

"It's broken, my sheet!"

Because of a moment of urgency, Da Dao forgot that he was still holding a pen in his hand, and the deep black ink mercilessly left a little bit of ink on his face, and the tip of his nose faintly smelled the wonderful smell of ink, and the elegant man's face instantly turned darker than ink all deep.

Later, at the training ground, Kakashi Kiyomitsu, who was competing with Yamato Shou Anding in swordsmanship, was found by Kasen Kanesada, who covered his entire face with a white scarf, and asked him to clean up the sheets. The mood of 'drags his colleagues to beat the knife, and then called the 'looks very idle' Toshiro Natsuo who met on the road together, and the three of them went together to pack the sheets.

"..." It was obvious that he planned to take advantage of Gu Gu's status as a close servant to gain a higher position by virtue of connections.

Natsuo Toshiro stared hard at Kami Kiyomitsu with dead fish eyes.

The latter returned a sweet smile of 'I knew you wanted to do this' brilliantly.

"This, can I ask you?" Yamato Mamoru put the sheet folded into a regular square into a plastic basket, and then handed the basket in front of Nanao Toshiro, asking very politely.

However, when Da Dao asked, he had already put the plastic basket in his hand directly into the arms of Dao Jian with dark purple hair, and then turned around and continued to take off the quilts on the drying rod one by one, looking after himself. stacked up.

Holding the basket in his arms, Natsuo Toshiro twitched the corners of his mouth.

What to do, suddenly angry.

The author has something to say: Kasen Kanesada (screaming face): Broken!My be!

Yamabasaki Kunihiro (with a dazed expression):? ? ?

...failed, I really want to be [-], but if I don't start typing tomorrow, I will definitely change it _(:_」∠)_Forgive me(?_?)

[-] in two days is also [-]? Hehe~