I am also trying hard not to overturn the car today [Comprehensive Sword]

There was a smile on the corner of Asakura Asazawa's mouth, but anyone who has been working hard for more than an hour and still got nothing will not be too happy.

The turbulent clouds outside the memory palace and the rumbling thunder all revealed that he was not in a good mood.

The black feathered fabric stood up without wind, and a gust of cold wind suddenly poured into the wide cuffs. Asakura Asazawa took a deep breath, and finally calmed down the breath around him.

So he walked out of the memory palace and gave a light push.

The towering memory palace carved with intricate and delicate golden runes that stood tall in the spiritual world collapsed with a slight push.

Returning to nothingness in an instant, even the slightest trace of what ever existed can't be found.

After the culprit disappeared, Asawa finally calmed down a little, clapped his hands, turned around and prepared to leave.

"It's finally here, my self from 300 years ago."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Asazawa turned around with wide-eyed eyes in disbelief, bursts of starlight gathered at the memory palace that had just been toppled, and then formed a figure that was exactly the same as him.

The only difference is that the 'self' who appeared out of thin air has the short hair of his favorite sister 300 years ago.

Ironic.

Obviously, he should have short hair to enjoy his rare vacation, but for unknown reasons, he came 300 years later and had to deal with a lot of mess and so on.

Just thinking about it a little bit makes me feel unbalanced to the point of explosion.

"Because both you and I are Asakura Asazawa." On the contrary, the short-haired Asakura dressed very refreshingly. He wore a white T-shirt with short sleeves and a pair of linen slacks, even from the spiritual world. A cup of chocolate parfait has been realized.

So he knows all Asazawa's thoughts, understands all his motives, and he is even sure that Asazawa will not be angry with himself 300 years later.

Because he is so beautiful.

Beautiful people are always treated preferentially and forgiven, don't they?

After slowly eating the last bite of chocolate parfait, the short-haired Asakura stood up, "I don't have much time."

"You don't have to bother to find the source of the formation anymore." At this time, Asakura, who was quite free and easy, was obviously in a good mood. He was able to accurately grasp all his actions 300 years ago, so he took the initiative to reveal the answer.

"It's the memory palace."

The long-haired Asazawa nodded, suddenly realizing.Because the memory palace has existed for too long, he preconceived that the faintly golden runes in the memory palace were another conceited work of his in the second period.

Just like a hand-cranked electric fan, those runes are more like circuit boards, and Asazawa's angry blow is the source of energy. The runes are activated at the moment the power is injected, and then the afterimage left by the future self follows. Appear.

"Wait a minute before you say this." Ma Ze made a pause gesture, and looked sincerely at himself in the translucent words floating in midair, "I am very interested in the principle of this rune."

"...Okay, the third notebook related to this collection is on the shelf." This sentence was said with some reluctance and hesitation. Was I so skinny 300 years ago?Asakura was lost in thought.

But the most important thing now is not this, but...

"Asawa, do you still remember 'my' favorite game when I was a kid?"

"what?"

"Go find it, I left the 'book' for you."

"and many more……"

"No." The energy and the whole picture of myself that is not enough to maintain short hair, the two identical pairs of peacock sapphires are looking at each other, competing with each other, just like three-year-old children, "Let me give you a last hint."

As if thinking of something interesting, his facial features softened a lot, "This is the advice from 'I' 300 years later——

Be careful of cheating married scumbags. "

Asakura Asazawa was pushed out of the spiritual world by a phantom of himself 300 years later.

been counted.

The realization that everything he has done since waking up to now is within the grasp of himself 300 years later is simply...

It was such a pleasure.

As expected, he deserves to be himself. With both beauty and wisdom, he is still so outstanding even after 300 years.Just thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help humming happily.

That's great.If he accidentally grows crooked in the long river of time, that would be the most unacceptable thing for Ma Ze.

Marriage scumbag?

Stretching out his slender fingers to look at his bare ring finger without any decorations, that means he has, or did the book once have a 'boyfriend'?

This is really unbelievably subtle.

Speaking of which, wasn't his favorite game when he was a child to dress up as a pretty girl and play truth or dare?

Is it the kind of chasing game where you come and chase me, and if you catch me, I'll let you hehehe?

I never thought that my 300-year-old self would be... quite nostalgic.

Trying to find a relatively neutral word, Asakura Asazawa sighed, the most important thing now is the 'book'.

Allowing his thoughts to diverge to the sky, Ma Ze sat on the soft bed and propped his head up to immerse himself in the ocean of his thoughts.

Until he heard a noise outside the house.

The voices of the children pushing and arguing seemed to include the voice of the child named California who came to help him tidy his clothes in the morning.

The judge of God has been sleeping in the house for almost a day, and even the lunch brought at noon has been visited outside the door intact, even though Yaoken has said that Master Asakura is fine, they are still worried.

That's why Ranto Shiro and these short knives who are usually loved by ordinary days are allowed to come outside Master Asakura's room, after all, they are still children, aren't they?

Fortunately, Master Asakura finally woke up, and walked out of the room with a ruddy complexion.

He lowered his head and let the short knives in Honmaru chirp and surround him, and the girl with long blond hair in a messy mini skirt sent the little flower he found in the field today.

"Master Asazawa, look at this!" The color of this little flower is exactly the same as that of Master Asazawa's eyes~ It took him a long time to find this flower that is the closest to the color of the sea.

Asakura Asazawa turned around following the chaotically excited words, the peacock blue eyes were slightly puzzled, but the exquisite and beautiful God-inspector-sama just accepted these things that were very strange to him in an instant. Knives.

Because their care and tension for the god-inspector named 'Asakura Asazawa' is like a rough stone that does nothing, shining brightly in the dark.

So he squatted down, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust on Luan's face, "What's wrong?"

"No..." At that moment, Luan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and retracted his hand in a little panic, not wanting Master Asawa to see the wild flower in his hand.

After facing the sea directly, Luan realized that he wanted to use dead things to replace his own stupidity in the undulating sea.

The so-called flower in his mouth that is closest to the color of Master Asazawa's eyes...

It's not on the same level, even though the elder brothers say that his eyes are the closest to the blue color of the God Inspector.

But it's not of the same nature at all.

Asakura Asazawa was a little stunned, he had no idea why the excited child just now felt wronged suddenly, those blue eyes like lakes seemed to be shattered, he had Is that scary?

So he gently approached Luan, who was in an inexplicable depression, and then avoided by the child with a little resistance.

The five tigers of Awataguchi's family who came with Ran were a little anxious. Before coming, Ran was so excited, showing off to him and Kaden the unknown blue wild flower that he found in the field today, His excited nose was sweating, but he didn't care, and wanted to dedicate this flower to Lord God Judge.

but now……

Wu Hutui was a little anxious, he was shy and shy by nature, he was not as lively as Luan, especially on the side of the God Judge, facing the delicate but sickly damp Mrs Ma Ze, Wu Hutui was serving as a close servant Sometimes, more just accompany silently.

When Mr. Asazawa was dealing with official duties, he held the picture book quietly and read the contents of the picture book with relish, and reminded the adults to go to bed early in the middle of the night.

But he can understand Ranan's mood very well at this time, because when he gave the crooked little tiger doll he sewed to Lord Asazawa, he was as flustered as Ran.

but……

It shouldn't matter, after all, Master Asazawa is so gentle.

The author has something to say:

Asazawa's new diary:

That's right, I am such a beautiful and talented little fairy boy who is gentle and generous and doesn't know what jealousy is. Thank you.

The draft box was pulled out yesterday... It was pumped...Looking at the 10 small chapters at the back of the salted fish, it should be said that luckily I didn't pull out all of them like my predecessors_(:з)∠)_