Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a sword born in the Heian period. It was crafted by the swordsmith Gojo Kuninaga, and it is a sword forged with all his heart and soul.The body of the sword is about two feet three, and the blade is lighter and thinner than the traditional Taidao, but it definitely does not mean that it cannot be used in actual combat.In fact, Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a sword that is very suitable for fighting on the battlefield. It is light in weight, which greatly improves the speed of swinging the sword. With sword skills, it is born for the battlefield.

However, I don’t know when, Tsurumaru Kuninaga left the battlefield and became the spoils of victors from generation to generation. It was continuously presented, and was designated as a funerary object by the holder who couldn’t put it down, and was sealed in the ancient tomb. , and was constantly stolen by tomb robbers, repeating the reincarnation again and again.

As the sword itself, it is extremely beautiful and sharp, and as the incarnated Fusangshin, Tsurumaru Kuninaga is even more beautiful.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi was sitting in the tea room in Tsurumaru Kuninaga's room, facing him across a coffee table. When he heard the voice of the refined Fusangshin opposite him, even Judaime, who had matured a long time ago, couldn't help feeling It's like hearing the sound of melting ice and snow, and the sound of flowers blooming in the garden.

He looked to the opposite side, looking at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was wearing a snow-white yukata with a relaxed posture but as graceful as a crane, it took him two seconds to calm down the amazement in his heart.

"Yes, His Majesty Tsurumaru."

"Oh? Something that makes you feel very difficult, could it be a great scare?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes are always full of smiles, he has a very cheerful personality, always has a childlike curiosity, he likes to do things that can scare others, and he very much hopes to get the same return.

He filled up the tea for Sawada Tsunayoshi, and supported his chin with one hand happily:

"Tell me, what kind of scare was it? Did Vengele suddenly decide to ally with the Guild of the United States? Or did Vengele decide to ally with the port mafia? Or..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga paused for a moment, and the smile in his golden eyes became narrower and narrower:

"Or...Your Majesty Judaime wants to have the same surname with the lady witch of Asakusa Shrine?"

"Eh?! Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, please don't make such jokes!"

When Tsunayoshi Sawada heard the last sentence, he almost spit out the tea he just drank in his mouth.He wiped the corners of his mouth in a hurry, and the appearance of the leader he had managed to maintain was broken, bringing with him the shadow of the 14-year-old.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga just looked at him calmly, not feeling at all that he said something scary.

Sawada Tsunayoshi regained his composure, although his face was still flushed from the fright, but he could continue talking.

"It is indeed about Xiaochun."

When he said this, there was a trace of worry unconsciously between his brows:

"In the past few days, I have discovered that a group of people of unknown origin want to kill her. Those people should not be called people. They seem to have no entity. When the vanguard I sent or myself shot , they were all just scattered and turned into smoke."

"Oh?"

The snow-white Fu Sangshen, who had an outstanding appearance, put away her leisurely posture just now, the smile in her beautiful golden eyes dissipated, and the smile with the sun's rays on her lips also lost its warm color.

"Is there such a thing? Interesting."

He said slowly, with the killing intent that belonged exclusively to the sword.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, but Tsunayoshi Sawada was not affected at all. He continued to maintain his original posture. Although there was still melancholy between his brows, at least his tone was calm:

"Your Highness Tsurumaru, I heard that only you know where the land god is now, that is, Xiaochun's grandmother."

The intelligence system of the Vongola family has always been sound, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga is not surprised that Tsunayoshi Sawada was able to grasp this part of the information.

"Your Highness Tsurumaru,"

Sawada Tsunayoshi bowed his head respectfully to him and saluted:

"Please, please tell that lord that Xiaochun is in a dangerous situation now. I hope that lord can help me. I am willing to pay the price to protect Xiaochun from any harm."

"..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was a little shocked.

Speaking of it, although he is already a thousand-year-old man and has seen countless wonders and miracles in the past long years, but at this moment, he was indeed shocked by Sawada Tsunayoshi's request.

The young man in front of him is obviously the leader of the largest mafia family in the inner world, and when he is fully grown, he can become the supreme existence in the inner world.However, at this moment, he was willing to let go of all his worries in order to protect a person and asked to come to him, which really made Tsurumaru never expect it.

Even if you are already standing in the abyss, do you still want to give the other party the right to stand in the sun?

Do you want to protect the other party even if you don't know the price to pay?

Even if you have seen the darkness and merged into the darkness, do you still believe in the light and look forward to the light?

This thought is indeed very precious.

Therefore, in the name of the gods,

He just responded.

"I heard your request."

The golden eyes were stained with a smile again, Tsurumaru Kuninaga stretched out his slender fingertips, and vaguely touched the boy's forehead.

A warm orange light flashed, and the contract was established.

It was time to come to the shrine again. Harun Miura, who had been looking forward to the weekend since Monday, came to Asakusa Shrine again with her big bag full of snacks on her back.

After changing into a witch costume in the early morning, Miura Haru, under the leadership of Odachi Ishikimaru, another divine sword that also belonged to the Heian period, performed a ritual of exorcism and cleaning for the entire shrine, and then went to collect the blessing box for this week.

Carrying a basket containing blessing cards, the girl in witch costume briskly walked towards the coin hall, walked to the blessing box, and was about to open the lid, when suddenly she heard a voice suddenly sounding behind her:

"Wow!"

"Hay?!!!"

The girl was so frightened that she almost jumped up, but looking back, it turned out that Tsurumaru Kuninaga was making faces behind her.Only then did the girl breathe a sigh of relief, a little annoyed:

"Scared me, it turned out to be Mr. Crane!"

"Haha I'm sorry, I haven't scared you for a long time, I miss you a little."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled heartily, then opened the lid of the box, and helped Miura Haru collect the blessing cards.

"Speaking of which, Mr. He and I haven't seen each other for a while, Mr. He, where have you been before?"

While receiving the blessing card, Haru Miura asked curiously.She and Tsurumaru Kuninaga share the same interests, and she was often played with by him when she was a child. It can be said that she is very dependent on Tsurumaru Kuninaga.However, when she had to learn more and more things, Tsurumaru Kuninaga gradually became busy, and she often lost sight of the dragon, competing with her elusive grandmother.

"A while ago?"

All the blessing cards were collected, and Fu Sangshen took the heavy basket from Miura Haru's hand and held it in his arms. He raised his head and thought for a while, with a brisk voice:

"Well, I was invited by Tsunayoshi-kun's father to dig oil in Antarctica some time ago."

As Tsurumaru said, the girl was taken aback, a little mad:

"Eh?! Mr. Crane, please be serious about making excuses. This kind of nonsense that you know is a lie is not a good excuse at all!"

Miura Harun strongly suspected that his IQ was rubbed on the ground by Fu Sangshen.

"Hahaha, the older Chunzi is, the less he can joke."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga just smiled like a two hundred and five, completely unable to see that he was actually a super reliable elder.

"Hay...it's not a joke, Mr. Crane's excuse is too bad."

Miura Haru pouted, a little puzzled.

"Okay, okay, Chunzi, don't be angry."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga saw that the little girl was a little depressed, so he restrained his joking mentality, stretched out a hand to caress the top of the little girl's head, and stroked along the hair:

"Our super invincible and lovely girl Chun Zichan, just smile and all your troubles will fly away!"

"... Mr. Crane... I have grown up..."

Feeling the neither light nor heavy force on the top of his head, and Fu Sangshen's voice that overlapped with his memory, Miura Harun was a bit dumbfounded, but felt warm:

"Only this once, Mr. Crane."

She said that this is her last time as a child, um!Definitely the last time, because she is already a mature lady witch!

"All right."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was still smiling, not sure if he understood.

When approaching Ohiroma, Tsurumaru Kuninaga stopped, followed by Miura Haru, and looked at him with some doubts:

"Mr. Crane?"

what happened?

"Hey, Chunzi."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned his head and looked at her, his golden eyes were filled with the warmth of melting frost and snow:

"Want to practice, Chunzi?"

"..."

Miura Haru was stunned, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga nodded firmly at her, and asked again:

"Want to become stronger, Chunzi?"

This time, Haru Miura nodded without hesitation:

"miss you!"

Loud.

So, the witch, who wanted to become an earth god as powerful as grandma, accepted the training instruction that was said to be grandma's preference.

She happily blessed all the blessing cards, couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart, and ran outside the hall with her fan, wanting to practice dancing.

At this moment, voices of conversation came from far and near outside the torii gate:

"Mr. Dazai, is this the shrine where Miss Koharu works?"

"Ah, it should be. Ms. Haruno said that praying here is very effective!"

"Eh? Really? Then..."

"Does Atsushi want to pray that you can often eat free chazuke?"

"...How did Mr. Dazai know?!"

"Pfft... Emotions are written on the face, there is no need to guess, Dunjun."

"..."

Hay? !

Mr. Dazai and... Atsushi Nakajima?

Haru Miura stopped what he was doing.

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'Embrace the past with memory and the future with hope. '

—— Gibran