In Hanamaru [Comprehensive]

In fact, should remember.

When the baby arrived, Honmaru had been established for four years.

Aihua, who was five months old, was lying in the cradle, wearing standard diapers, and had a grand meeting with the Fusangshen under her grandmother's command. When facing other people, the baby basically blinked and did not respond, but When she saw Mikazuki, she would smile sweetly at him, and when she saw Tsurumaru Kuninaga, she would bite her fingers and drool.

Natori Kaoru: Aihua is so smart, I knew that Mikazuki is beautiful at a young age~

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: Then what does she think I am, Daifuku?

**

Kashima Aika sat in the Japanese room, looking around curiously. The floor was made of tatami mats, the chandelier above her head was a traditional pull-wire goldfish shade lamp, and there were traditional matryoshka dolls and iron biscuit boxes on the chest of drawers. Aika guessed that The box must contain not food, but needles and threads; fresh lilies are placed in the vase beside it, and many thick balls of wool are placed in the bamboo basket. Occasionally, a few kittens will come and hug one Roll around while playing.

The surroundings are really filled with the atmosphere of grandma's house, excluding the guy in front of her who is staring at her tightly with one hand on her chin, Aika will feel that this environment makes her particularly relaxed, and she has the urge to lie down and fall asleep in the next second.

Tsurumaru never spoke, and stared at Aika with golden eyes. After a quarter of an hour, Aika couldn't help but said, "Is my face about to bloom?"

Tsurumaru opened his mouth slightly: "Huh?"

"Then why are you staring at me?"

Fu Sangshen tapped his knees irritably with his fingertips. Hearing Aika's question, Tsurumaru Kuninaga pressed one hand on the table, propped up his upper body and moved closer, and continued to stare at the girl.

The short-haired young man was aggressive, and he was holding a sword like a stick. At first glance, he looked like a bad boy.

Manika was not stage-frightened at all, she frowned and stared back, her black eyes and golden eyes faced each other silently, sparks sparked between them, and finally, Tsurumaru said with a little discouragement: "You are really that little girl—"

"Of course I am." After walking into Honmaru, Aika found that it was exactly the same as the city in her dream, probably because she was touched by the scene, she really gradually remembered some things, for example, the one in front of her, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, is an artifact. Fu Sangshen, the Taidao in his arms is the main body.

Hearing this, Tsurumaru stared at it again, and finally, the young man muttered in a muffled voice, not very happy: "I didn't recognize it."

When talking, Tsurumaru couldn't help raising his hand and scratching his short hair. The white hair looked soft, but the shape was surprisingly strong. At this moment, a bunch of curly hair curled up on the top of Tsurumaru's head, very childish, Aika endured He couldn't help raising his hand to get along, but the young man suddenly pulled back as if he had been electrocuted.

Manaka raised her arms and sat there awkwardly.

Although the other party is Fu Sangshen, he is also a man. It seems that men are very repulsed by girls casually touching their heads...

As a result, Tsurumaru hugged the main body nervously, shrank back, and said loudly: "Don't touch me casually, I'm a sword, if you accidentally scratch you, Sankayue will cut me off!"

After the words fell, the door of the Japanese room was opened, and a young man in a suit, shirt and overalls walked into the room. He was wearing a white coat and holding a medicine box in his hand. He probably heard the conversation between the two, and the young man helped him out. Holding the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he said solemnly: "Sanriyuedian will not kill us, but the sentence 'we may scratch you' is true, Miss Aihua."

"Yaoken." Tsurumaru recognized the one.

"Hey, Master Tsurumaru." He gestured to his friend, Yaken Toshiro sat beside Aika, under his black bangs, his purple eyes locked on Aika's knees and palms, "Mikazuki said you were injured, I'll come Help you deal with it."

The girl's skin is so delicate, she was cut by the rough rubble when she climbed over the wall just now, and now bloodshots are constantly oozing out.

"Well, thank you." Aihua looked at Yaoken carefully. The boy looked very upright. In order to facilitate the treatment of the wound, he also solemnly put on gloves. Seeing this, Aihua obediently handed her hands to the other party, with three lines Scratches, the deepest one is the faintly opened flesh.

"Good to say."

Yaken used tweezers to hold the iodine cotton, and carefully cleaned Aika's wound, while Tsurumaru held his chin and looked aside. Although Aika didn't make a sound, her fair face would still twitch slightly as Yaken wiped it. Sweat gradually began to form on the forehead.

The process of cleaning the wound was as slow as torture, and finally, when Yaken opened the wound and slowly picked out the dust and debris inside, Tsurumaru stood up "crashly", with a trembling voice: "Hey, Yaken, Can't you take it easy?"

Yaoken was wearing a mask, his purple eyes were focused on the wound, and he replied in a flat tone: "If Tsurumaru Temple is very nervous, you can go out and wash your face again. I think your forehead hasn't been cleaned yet."

This sentence reminded Aihua, the girl continued: "Are you referring to Kazuya?"

"Heza?" Yaken raised his eyes and looked at Aika.

"It's the cockroach...it was my hand that slapped it to death on Tsurumaru's forehead." Aika shook the one that killed the killer.

Then, she saw Yaoyan stop cleaning her wound, and in the next second, Fu Sangshen uncorked the bottle of iodine, and poured the whole bottle on her hands boldly.

Aihua: "It hurts so much! qaq"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Didn't I tell you to be gentle?!"

Aihua: "Mom! qaq"

Yaoyan: "Clean thoroughly, hold back, hold back!"

Aika: "Doctor, are you a clean freak—"

Probably because Aika screamed too fiercely, in the end, Tsurumaru turned over and jumped out of the window, and ran away without looking back.

After the most irritating moment of iodine, Aihua finally took a breath and regained her composure. During this period, Yaken kept pinching her wrist until the girl stopped struggling violently, and then he slowly let go.

It's just that at this moment, there are a few more fingerprints on the two white wrists.

"Sorry." Yao Yan hung his head a little guilty, holding the gauze and the medicine powder, he seemed a little afraid to touch the girl.

Aihua shook her head and said, "It's okay, it should be thoroughly cleaned, cockroaches carry germs, hahaha..."

"Actually, it's okay. Those Periplaneta americana were raised by me. They are still clean in the beaker every day. I don't know if Tsurumaru made it dirty afterwards." Seeing that the other party didn't blame himself, he handed it to him generously. Arriving in front of her, Yao Yan couldn't help but smile at her, took the little hand, and sprinkled the medicine powder on her.

"You raised it?" Aihua was surprised, she didn't expect this mature and capable boy to have such a hobby.

"Well, it's medicinal. It can be ground into powder and applied externally to reduce swelling. By the way, it's added to the medicine you're using now." Yaken calmly applied the powder to Aihua's wound, and the latter stared at her. The corner of the mouth twitched slightly in the small bottle of brown potion.

I suddenly want to ask for a change of dressing——

Probably seeing the girl's absent-mindedness, Yakuken asked casually, "Tsurumaru named the cockroach Kazuya?"

"Yeah, at first I thought it was a hamster or something."

"Ha, he unexpectedly held grudges." After bandaging the girl's hands, Yakuken turned to the scratches on the opponent's knees. "Kazai is an employee of the Tokino Government, mainly engaged in the recycling and processing of unowned Honmaru swords."

"The swords of this Honmaru were all forged and summoned by Natori Kaoru one by one back then. They were trained from scratch until they reached the full level. However, Tsurumaru is different. He was recovered by the Government of Time from other Honmaru and erased. The memories from the past were placed here with Xun, so from the beginning, he was full of experience." The wound on the knee had already scabbed, and the medicine could not be easily fiddled with, so he applied ointment and gauze on it Well packaged.

"Recover? Erase memory?" Although Yaoken's tone was flat, Aihua felt that these were extremely terrifying things.

Tsurumaru and the others are Fusangshen of the sword, who can think when they have memories, but the government of Time treats them like objects, and even modifies their memories.

Wouldn't it be easy to forcibly take memory, a thing born with thinking, away?She looked at Tsurumaru's carefree, playful and troublesome appearance, but she never thought that he had such a terrible experience.

"Although we have a human appearance, to some people, we are still utensils." Packing up the medicine box and gauze, Yaoken took off his mask, revealing a small and handsome face. This is the only way to deal with it, although Tsurumaru gets along well with us, subconsciously, he still has resistance."

He was originally serving another master, but that master left, and the swords in Tsurumaru's Honmaru were taken back by the swords, and as a close servant, he couldn't be removed by the swords, so he could only deal with it and relocate it to another Honmaru .

Manika struggled to recall for a while, thinking about those fragmentary childhood memories, and finally blurted out: "Tsurumaru is not that resistant, he likes here very much."

Hearing Aihua's words, Yaoken paused for a while as he tidied up the gauze, and then the boy smiled and said, "Really? That's really great."

A long time ago, Yakuken sat under the eaves, grinding potions little by little. His lord who loves to chat sat on the side and picked herbs for himself. Occasionally chatting about the swords of Honmaru, Kaoru Natori would sigh "Oh my god": "I'm particularly worried about Tsurumaru. He has encountered those things, can he get used to our Honmaru? Will he feel lonely? Will he resist you? Will he annoy me? After all, I am a nagging old lady. .”

Yao Yan always listened quietly, and then replied in a troubled manner: "He will like it here." After all, you are such a gentle person, and everyone is very happy here.

Hearing Yaken's words, Kaoru Natori would always breathe a sigh of relief, and sighed while stroking his chest: "Really? That's really great."

**

In just a short while, Yaoyan had already cleaned up the scene. After Fu Sangshen, who was a doctor, took care of it, he knelt down in front of Aihua and said with a smile: "It's all cleaned up, very good." , Miss Aihua didn't cry."

When she was a child, Aihua really loved to cry. She would cry to You and her grandmother when she was injured at the slightest bit. I think coming here left a deep impression on Yaoyan.

The girl was a little embarrassed, and just about to say a few polite words "it's nothing" and "just let nature take its course", when Yao Yan patted her leg.

"If you feel tired, you can rest on this pillow."

The boy's legs are slender and well-proportioned, and his complexion is fair. It can be said that he is quite stylish.

Aihua was taken aback by this profound proposal, and said in a daze: "Huh? Don't be joking, how can this be so embarrassing..."

In the last second, he was still the bright and capable attending physician's style of painting, but in the next second, he became a cowherd model of attracting customers?

Yao Yan didn't feel anything, but said heartily: "It's okay, you liked to sleep on my leg when you were young, it's okay."

The young man looked mature, and he generously pulled up the hem of his white coat, showing off his long legs.

It is obviously a slightly seductive action, but the cute Hua Leng can't feel the slightest interest.

After thinking about it for a while, the girl discovered the problem.

When Yao Yan looked at himself, his gaze was extraordinarily calm, and his face was full of kindness.

Yes, imagine that the grandpa and grandma at home say to their three-year-old grandson, "Grandson, you can sleep on grandpa and grandma's knees when you are sleepy", and then apply it to Yaoken at this moment, everything just now It seemed extremely normal.

After thinking it over, Aika only felt that her head was full of black lines.

Yao Yan... In your eyes, I've always been that three-headed brat, right?