Crimson Blade

In the early morning of the next day, it was summer and the air was a bit muggy. The old tree in the courtyard of the Butterfly House was lush and lush, and the regular chirping of golden cicadas enveloped the Butterfly House.

Wearing a black kimono, Himura Ken was swinging a knife in the courtyard, trying to adapt to his somewhat stiff body, and wanted to recover his strength as soon as possible before setting out to kill evil spirits.

but…

Pretending to be inadvertently glanced at Yiyong who was sharing his physical condition with Mako, Himura Ren's hand holding the knife couldn't help but tighten, trying to pretend to be addicted to training and unable to extricate himself.

Cough, he ran here early in the morning to swing the knife, but the most important thing in fact was to prove that he could do rehabilitation training alone.

Because the inner sense of righteousness is too complicated, Himura Ren, who has not thought clearly, does not know what attitude to use to face righteousness, so he wants to avoid carefully examining his heart before making a decision.

But obviously, Giyuu, who already felt that he was taking the initiative to attack, did not intend to let Himura Ren think clearly by himself. He turned his eyes when he was talking with Zhenmu, his face was still expressionless, but his voice was deep and full of excitement. Urgingly asked:

"Ah Ren, when do you plan to end your morning exercise and start rehabilitation training?"

Can I say I want to train alone?

The hand wielding the knife froze, and Fei Cunren murmured in his heart a little bit like crying without tears, and then his eyes met Yiyong's dark blue eyes that were staring at him, and he was slightly stunned.

If the feelings in the eyes of Giyu in another world are like fine wine with a mellow fragrance after a hundred years, which can make people intoxicated in an instant, then Giyu in this world is like the native sake of this country, refreshing and smooth with a little greenness .

But greenness is not a shortcoming, and the emotion revealed from Yiyong's eyes at this time is more pure and real because of this, which makes Himura Ren's heart skip a beat, and he looks away a little helplessly.

My God, is it my delusion?

How do I feel that since I went to the parallel world, the emotion in the eyes of Yiyong in my own world has become more straightforward?

Himura Ren's movement of turning his eyes away from his body stiffly fell into Yiyong's eyes, and the black-haired young man's eyes flashed thoughtfully, and then he continued after being pushed calmly by Makoto:

"If it's over, let's go!"

i'm not over...

Glancing at the hand that stopped swinging the knife, and then at Giyuu who turned around and left without hesitation, Himura Ren sighed, and finally could only follow up with his head drooping resignedly.

The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed as usual, and his whole body exuded a cold breath. Giyuu, who showed a tough posture in front of Himura Ren for the first time, walked forward a little nervously, but his hands hidden in his cuffs were constantly rubbing together. move.

"Tap Tap!"

The sound of footsteps coming up from behind rang in my ears, Yiyong's tense face relaxed, and his fingers unconsciously rubbing stopped. After he was quietly relieved, his dark blue eyes also showed a hint of a smile .

Great, Ah Ren is following up!

Although he was very happy in his heart, on the surface Giyong still maintained the aura of not getting close to strangers and came to the training ground inside Butterfly House, and then sat face to face with Fei Cunren in front of the tea table.

Makoto didn't follow, so the two people who were seated started to stare. The scene was very quiet for a while. When Fei Cunren was stared at by Yiyong and began to feel uncomfortable and almost wanted to stand up and run away, Yiyong suddenly He opened his mouth to talk about the rules of training.

Fei Cun Ren heaved a sigh of relief and did not dare to look directly at his former friend, but Yi Yong quietly raised the corners of his mouth when explaining the rules, and looked at Fei Cun Ren with a little joy in his dark blue eyes.

When he saw Feicunren's completely different reaction from before, he already had a guess in his heart, and now the expression and movements of Feicunren almost confirmed that guess.

"So, it's just a competition to see who can hold the teacup first?"

Lowering his head slightly, Himura Ren didn't notice Giyuu's rare smile at all. Instead, he thought about the rules of the game and complained:

"I think this rehabilitation training is completely unnecessary, because even if my physical condition is not good, my speed is not comparable to that of ordinary swordsmen."

Wait, isn't this just a dislike of righteousness and speed?

Realizing that there was some ambiguity in his words, Fei Cunren hastily raised his head and waved his hands to explain: "I have no other meaning, just..."

"It's okay, Ah Ren, your speed is indeed very powerful."

A deep voice sounded, and because of the height difference between the two, Himura Ren looked at Giyuu and felt as if he was enveloped by the deep blue ocean, but at the same time felt that he had no way to retreat.

"But I haven't made any progress this year..."

The slightly magnetic voice seemed to be whispering in the ear, Fei Cunren was like a trampled cat, her heartbeat was slightly disordered, and she turned her head a little excitedly.

So, the height thing is really annoying.

Himura Ren, who was suppressed by Giyuu again, was a little ashamed of his big reaction, and at the same time sat on the chair a little depressed, with his mouth curled up and his hands supporting his head, but he just didn't turn his eyes back to Giyuu.

Quite cute

Himura Ren's cheeks were squeezed by his hands so that he looked fleshy, Yoshiyuki withdrew his gaze calmly, his face was a little hot, but his movements on the surface were still so stable.

The test was about to start, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit dignified. Himura Ren stared at the teacup in the center of the table. In order to prove that his body was fine, even spots appeared on his face.

Even so, Yiyong still doesn't plan to back down, because it is related to whether he can help Ah Ren train in the next few days.

"Whoosh!"

The hands of the two moved at the same time, the black kimono sleeves and the blue haori sleeves turned into afterimages, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and spots appeared on the faces of the two.

"Snapped!"

The slender fingers took the lead in slapping Giyuu's hand away. With a relaxed smile on Himura Ren's face, his left hand pierced through the air like lightning and reached for the teacup. He grasped Himura Ren's wrist.

The warmth of the human body was transmitted through the skin, and Himura Ren's mind was disturbed for a moment, and his movements were slightly paused because of this, but in the next second, his right hand was no less fast than his left hand, and he directly reached for the teacup.

"Snapped!"

This time it was Giyuu's turn to slap Fei Cunren's hand away. Although the person he loved was opposite him, Giyuu did not hesitate in his actions, and his expression was extremely serious, and his eyes were even more serious.

His thick hands grabbed the teacup, Feicun Ren was a little anxious, and he simply patted the table with all his attention on the teacup, only to see the teacup that was sitting safely on the table leap into the air, and Yiyong also grabbed it empty.

Now that the teacup ran into the air, the two people who were fighting for the teacup subconsciously stood up and leaned forward, reaching for the teacup almost at the same time.

As we all know, Giyuu is far taller than Himura Ren, so naturally his fingers touched the bottom of the teacup first.But how could Himura Ren let the opportunity to train alone slip away, so he pulled Yoshiyuki's hand holding his wrist with all his left hand.

Although his body was still a little stiff, the streaks on his face almost opened up the transparency of Himura Ren, who completely forgot how strong he was, so the unsuspecting Giyuu would inevitably lose his center of gravity due to such a huge force.

"Boom!"

Fingers slid across the bottom of the teacup, the table was knocked over, sea blue spray feathers rose in the air, Giyuu's body fell to Himura Ren, and the eyes that were originally on the teacup were once again focused on Himura Ren's face superior.

Seeing Yiyong, who was half a head taller than him, falling towards him, Himura Ren was also stunned for a while, and then reacted a little belatedly, but it was too late.

"Oh!"

The two fell to the floor like an arhat. Fortunately, Yiyong supported half of his body with his elbows at the last moment, but the black hair from his temples still fell down and fell on Fei Cunren's lips by coincidence.

His breathing was about to stagnate, but his heart began to beat rapidly. Looking at Giyuu's face, which was only five or six centimeters apart, and his pair of dark blue eyes, Himura Ren's mind seemed to be bombed by landmines, and there was only one piece left. blank.

The house leak coincided with the continuous night rain, and the teacup that had been dumped in mid-air just now spilled a large amount of tea on Yiyong's head, and then the water dripped down the hair and onto Fei Cunren's lips.

"Gudong!"

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Yiyong, who was a little dazed by the sudden situation, looked at the cheek of the person he admired close at hand, and then his eyes stayed on the tea-stained lips.

"..."

The air was silent for a while, and then Fei Cunren witnessed Yiyong's ears suddenly turning red, and his dark blue eyes, which were originally full of calmness, panicked, and then he quickly got up with a jerk.

"Hug, sorry!"

The usually expressionless face collapsed in an instant, and the deep voice that looked like an adult man also began to stammer, with a look of helplessness and innocence.

The cup fell on the floor, and Himura Ren who was lying on the floor blinked, and the originally tangled and embarrassing emotions disappeared in an instant. Seeing Giyuu who was a little flustered, he couldn't help rolling and laughing out loud.

"Hahaha!"

Really, it turns out that Yiyong is no better than me.

The crimson hair stuck to the floor, Himura Ren covered his stomach and laughed and rolled on the floor, while Giyuu with wet hair looked at Himura Ren rolling around in confusion.

Ah Ren, what's the matter?

Obviously they are as shy as me and also at a loss, why did you pretend to be deep just now!

With a smile on his face, he got up from the floor, looked up and down Yiyong whose blush hadn't receded, and asked with great interest:

"Do you want to wash it?"

"Eh?"

Yiyong was stunned for a moment and tilted his head, but he still hadn't figured out why Ah Ren, who was still a little bit reluctant to let go just now, suddenly became the same as before. Jokingly said:

"Why, it's so wet, do you want me to wash it for you?"

!!!

Giyuu's face turned red, and under Himura Ren's regretful gaze, his lips were slightly parted with an expression of embarrassment, but he still said in a low voice:

"Okay!"