Ya-kun's Honmaru is a bit weird

The snow has been falling continuously for a period of time, and layers of snow have gradually accumulated on the ground, leaving footprints one centimeter deep when the feet step on it.

The old Dao Jian who had been sitting on the edge of the corridor watching the wind had already returned to the room with tea, and only the young Dao Jian who were young and energetic remained outside.

Natsuo Toshiro raised the plastic basket containing the quilt in his hand, casually put it on his shoulder, and raised his head slightly to look at the somewhat gloomy sky.

The snowflakes fluttered, gently falling on the tip of his nose, bringing a cool feeling, and melting into a small crystal in the next second.

The boy's amethyst-like eyes blinked, and with some novelty, he caught one piece after another with the tip of his nose, and within a moment, the tip of his nose was wet.

Raising his hand to wipe it casually, the young man put away his thoughts of playing, and was about to turn around to catch up with the two swords that had gone far away, when suddenly, something in the air caught his attention.

Natsuo Toshiro paused slightly, raised his head and looked at the thing that fell from the stone bridge for a moment, thinking that the thing looked very familiar.

He stood on tiptoe and looked on the stone bridge, but he didn't find anyone on it. The boy raised his lips, put the plastic basket in his hand on the ground, and walked towards the lake where the thing fell.

A layer of ice has formed on the surface of the lake, but it still cannot support a person standing.Natsuo Toshiro supported the stone on the bank, and looked at the thing lying in the middle of the lake intently. When he recognized that the familiar object was the clothes of Toshiro Kotoshiro, Toshiro Kotoshiro had already got off the stone bridge and walked away. to the shore.

Seeing his colleague Daojian walking to him silently wearing only a white shirt, no matter how much doubts he had in his heart, he was overthrown at the same time.He hesitated for a moment, watched the silver-haired boy carefully pointing to the clothes in the middle of the lake, and asked softly.

"The master did it?"

The silver-haired boy lowered his eyes and responded lightly.

"kindness."

"..."

Natsuo Toshiro silently gathered the loose hair falling from the side of his face behind his ears, lightly patted Gu Kui's shoulder, and said calmly.

"I'll fetch it for you."

As he spoke, he took off his coat and casually threw it on Gu Gu behind him. He squatted down and supported the stone, and carefully stepped on the ice layer. The thin ice layer instantly cracked a small area due to the pressure. There was a faint cracking sound.

Gukuu Toshiro stood on the shore, although his face was still expressionless, but he could see the slight tension in his eyes.Without daring to blink for a moment, he stared at the ice under Natsuo Toshiro's feet.

Both of them looked serious and cautious, and they didn't notice Naya Asahina who was slowly walking down the stone bridge.The boy stood behind the two of them for a while, quietly watching Natsuo Toshiro crouching on the ice, trying to reduce the pressure on the ice, Asahinami moved slightly, and picked up a large Holding a stone in his hand, the hard and cold touch made him a little conscious, but the hesitation in his eyes was replaced by a lack of spirit within a minute.

The boy raised his hand decisively and smashed the stone in his hand to the ice surface around the sword, only to hear the continuous cracking sound, and the ice surface collapsed instantly.

The amethyst-like clear pupils suddenly enlarged, and Gukuu Toshiro subconsciously took a step forward. With a distance of less than two meters, he watched the cattail being submerged in the icy lake before he could cry out.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound behind him, Gu Gu immediately turned around and glared at the man.The ice surface can actually support the catfish tail, and if he falls, it is obvious that the person hit the ice surface with a stone, with obvious malice.

Gu Gu immediately pulled out the sword from his waist, turned around and was about to stab the person who came.However, when he saw the familiar boy standing not far from him, his body suddenly stopped.

The sword he held tightly in his hand gradually loosened. He stared at the boy in a daze for a moment, then ran away in a panic with his face stiffened as if realizing what he had done.

Gukuu Fujishiro looked at his receding back, lowered his eyes and silently put the sword back into the scabbard, turned around, and found that the catfish tail had climbed ashore and was twisting his clothes on the bank, and the cold wind blew in an instant. Through the already soaked clothes, the black and purple long-haired sword couldn't help shivering one after another.

She was covered with dry clothes, but her body was still cold, so Cattail grinned reluctantly and thanked him.Then both of them fell silent. Neither of them mentioned what happened just now, but they knew it well.

There were some tiny ice crystals hanging on the long and curled eyelashes, and the cattail lowered its eyes silently, the eyelashes trembling slightly.

No matter how hard you plant the fruit you plant, you have to eat it up.

Honmaru seems to have started a vicious circle again.

……

"Go back to your room."

"……kindness."

***

Suddenly closing the door tightly, and pushing all the desks in the room to the door, Asahinami sat in the corner of the room undecided, curling up her body tightly.

His mind was muddled, but Wakizawa's eyes with a bit of horror and sadness at the end still appeared clearly in front of his eyes. At the moment of being submerged, it seemed that he was also covered in ice and stopped breathing.

Dead... dead?

Her lips were bitten and turned bloodless, Asahina stared blankly at the messy room, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily raised.

Suddenly, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze suddenly, Asahina looked at her hands blankly, one side was clean and white, but the other side was stained with dust on her fingertips.

The young man was silent for a long time, and slowly buried his face in his knees.

The room was silent, the air seemed to be stagnant, the sound of the heartbeat seemed to be amplified several times, the vibration almost reached the brain, Asahinami exhaled, and tightened her body a little bit.

Suddenly, the door of the room was opened roughly, even with such a loud voice, the boy sitting in the corner still didn't raise his head.The person who came looked at the desks piled up in front of the door and raised his eyebrows, then stepped over the obstacle with his long legs like a stream, closed the door and walked into the room.

The man carefully put the things in his arms aside, turned around and opened the cabinet in the room, and pulled out one quilt after another from it naturally to wrap around his body. He sat cross-legged on the bed with his head buried all the time Naya Asahi looked at him for a long time before she suddenly spoke.

"The condition is not very good."

The voice was so familiar that Asahinami's shrunken body couldn't help but froze suddenly, and he raised his head from his knees hesitantly to look at the person opposite.

His vision was blurred, his head was heavy, and his forehead was throbbing.Asahina tried hard to identify the person in front of her, from the wet and smooth orange hair draped on the quilt, the clear blue eyes, and the careless smile that always hung on the corner of her mouth.

His nose suddenly became sour, and tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably, and fell down without saying hello, and hit his hands warm.

The boy softly called his name in a crying voice.

"... Luan Sang."

The person who came was Ranto Shiro, but not from this Honmaru, but Ranto Shiro who was seriously injured by the sword here not long ago.

Asahinami took two steps towards the dagger, and carefully grabbed the hand in front of him, although it was cold, it was alive.

"It's still alive...that's great..."

The young man held his hand, pressed his face lightly against his hand, and sobbed softly, his shoulders trembling from time to time made the young man extremely fragile.

Rando Shiro lowered his eyes and quietly let him hold his hand. He raised his other hand and gently stroked the boy's pale pink hair. Individuals will touch their own like this...

The tears welled up even more violently, and Naya Asahina pressed her lips tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

"I came to take away our companions who got lost here."

Ranto Shiro opened his lips and said softly, his eyes were on the side of the sword standing straight on the ground, "It's a pity that the scabbard can't be found... Okuri should be angry."

Asahina looked up at him with reddish eyes, hesitated, and asked in a low voice.

"Are you going?"

His voice was trembling, as if he was a child about to be discarded, worried and anxious, and the boy's eyes were full of these emotions.

"..." Rando Shiro quietly looked at the young man in front of him without speaking. He gently brushed off the young man's hand that was tightly grasped on his sleeve. Suddenly he covered his eyes with his hands.

With nothing in his hands, in the darkness, Asahina anxiously wanted to grab the hands of the people around him but was still waved away. The sense of loss and fear of being rejected made the young man at a loss, and a deep sense of powerlessness made him feel sick. Tight, almost breathless.

"Don't cry."

The silent dagger said suddenly, the hand in front of his eyes still hadn't been removed, but when he heard the sound of the dagger suddenly, Asahina Nami couldn't help but feel relieved, so he subconsciously tried to grab his sleeve again.

The hand was slapped heavily with a 'snap', Nami Asahina withdrew his hand in pain, even though his eyes were covered, it was still hard to hide his stupefied appearance.

"do not Cry."

"Don't trust others."

"Forget about your brother."

"Smile to your sword."

"Can you do this before I come back?"

As Dagger said, he slowly moved away the hand covering the young man's eyes, calmly looked at the young man in front of him with doubts on his face, but firmly pursed his lips and resolutely refused to say a word, obviously resisting what he said just now .

Ranto Shiro raised his hand to cover Nami Asahina's face, and pressed his forehead against his forehead. Some messy hair slid down from the side of his face, intertwined with the boy's soft hair. He trembled involuntarily when touched by the temperature. He wanted to raise his eyes to see Dao Jian's face, but he only heard Dao Jian whisper.

"We will finish what that person didn't finish for him...we will send you back to this world."

— So, do as I tell you.

"..." Dagger didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but inexplicably Asahinami guessed the following words from the unfinished words.

Ignoring his will over and over again, the sword slashed across that person with a cold weapon in front of his eyes, and the image of glaring red blood slipping from his hand and falling to the ground could not help but emerge in front of his eyes, which is still difficult to see. The hatred of letting go made the young man clenched his hands tightly, and his fingertips went deep into his palm without knowing it.

After a long time, his tense body suddenly relaxed, Asahinami let go of his clenched hands and slowly climbed onto the back of the sword in front of him, as if exhausting all his strength, he said softly.

"it is good."

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the sword in front of him stood up suddenly, walked towards the door and opened the door wide without hesitation. The little warmth left in the room was instantly replaced, and the cold wind outside rushed into the room, making the person sitting facing the door Asahina shrugged her shoulders sharply.

Not knowing the purpose of the dagger, he could only tighten his body in the corner, the cold wind pierced through the thin single clothes on his body, and there was almost nothing in his stomach to make him feel hungry and cold.

He didn't know how long the door had been open, but the sporadic memory fragments only made his mind more confused, his hands were on his knees, his face was buried in his knees, the feeling of cold and hot on his body made him think that everything around him was a dream .

He vaguely felt that someone was stroking his hair lightly, and he tried hard to raise his head to take a look at that person, but the back of his neck was unexpectedly stiff and painful.

It seemed like a long, long time, when he finally raised his head, only the Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada who hurriedly picked up the quilt from the side and put it on him, and Akita Toshiro who ran behind him anxiously appeared in his blurred vision.

Accompanied by their unrecognizable voices as if trapped in a haze, Naya Asahina slowly closed her eyes.

The author has something to say:...the big aunt arrived, and I was in so much pain that I was dying. _(:_」∠)_Maintaining this posture, I struggled to finish a chapter, and today I am complete again. (Shengtian laughs:)