Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

After Miura Haru came back from Urahara Kisuke, her mood gradually stabilized. I don’t know if it was her psychological effect. After learning the fact that Urahara Kisuke was her grandfather, she suddenly felt a sense of security. The fear and stress response in her heart are also slowly subsiding.

Everything seems to be going well.

After returning to school, Miura Harun was greeted by many classmates. Of course, Peng Gelie’s friends were more worried about her safety. And Tsunayoshi Sawada also officially took over the position of the leader of Judaime. After taking over the control of the family from the leader of Jiudaimu, Tsunayoshi Sawada is the current leader of Vengley in good name.

The world in the world was shocked by this handover and succession change for a period of time. In addition to sending congratulatory gifts non-stop, different families from all over the world also frantically inquired and collected information.In addition to sending Nakahara Chuya a congratulatory gift from the Hong Kong black family in Yokohama, their leader also went to Osamu Dazai in private to pour out his bitterness:

"Hey, I heard that the succession ceremony of the Pengelie family went very smoothly. The previous leader delegated power quickly, and there were no accidents at the succession scene. I'm really envious. Hey Mr. Dazai, when I succeeded back then, there was a lot of blood and blood. ah......"

On a certain overpass, an unshaven man with black hair in a white coat held the railing of the overpass with both hands, looked at the pedestrians under the bridge, and sighed.Osamu Dazai, who was standing beside him, was still wearing a camel windbreaker, with his hands in the pockets on both sides of the windbreaker, watching pedestrians come and go with Mori Ogai, but he complained mercilessly:

"Did Mr. Sen call it succession back then? I've seen it for a long time, and I always thought it was usurpation."

"Eh?!!! Did Dazai-kun always feel that way?"

Mori Ogai howled again, but seeing Osamu Dazai's smile, he paused and sighed:

"Hey... that's also forced by the situation, Dazai-kun, you also know that in such a chaotic situation, I have no choice but to inherit the position of the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong. Although I am not talented, I know how to recruit talents anyway Nashi, it was thanks to you that I gained a firm foothold back then."

"Oh? So that's the case? I always thought that I was taken to the bedroom of the former leader by an urgent order. Seeing your throat is a moral kidnapping, so you call this recruiting talents? As expected of a highly educated doctor with a medical qualification certificate Talented Mr. Mori."

Osamu Dazai shook his head with a chuckle, expressing his admiration for the eloquence of his former boss.

Even when Mori Ogai heard that passage, which can be said to put his dark history in the sun, his expression remained unchanged, and he even sent an invitation to invite Osamu Dazai to return to work:

"Mr. Dazai is still so eloquent. This not only reminds me of the time when you were still in Hong Kong and Hei, and you were still a cadre beside me. You were paired with Mr. Chuya. At that time, you were called the double black combination. It is also famous. Dazai-kun, are you interested in returning to Ganghei, returning to my side, and continuing to protect this city with me?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai put away his smile and looked forward. The wide road leads to an unknown distance, and it seems to be connected with the sky. The sky is clear and cloudless.He stretched out one hand, spread it forward, looked at the scene between his fingers, and raised the corner of his mouth again:

"Forget it, I really like the Goubuli buns in Chinatown in the early morning compared to the late-night cafeteria."

"is it?"

Mori Ogai seemed not surprised by this answer, he straightened up and said:

"It's time for me to buy muffins for Alice, then Dazai-kun, goodbye."

"You walk slowly."

Osamu Dazai faced him, as if he wanted to watch Mori Ogai leave, but the leader of Hong Kong gangsters in a white coat turned his back and took two steps, then stopped again, as if thinking of something, he turned sideways and said to Osamu Dazai:

"I haven't been able to tell you about the death of Oda-kun seven years ago. I'm sorry, but that was a decision I had to make as the leader."

"That's history, Mr. Mori."

Osamu Dazai put it lightly:

"Instead of looking back at the past, I want to learn what some newspapers advocate now, imagining the future... and so on."

"Ah? That's a good thing, too."

Mori Ogai stopped talking, waved at him again, and left.

Osamu Dazai, who was standing there, maintained a smile on his face, and then he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

"Huh... It's been a long time since I talked like this, I'm really not used to it, my face is about to freeze~"

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and excitedly began to check the contact list:

"Then... let's go to Nishori to find Odasaku Odasaku for dinner today! Oh no, I should call him Mr. Tanaka Ichiro... Pfft..."

While muttering, little pink flowers would appear all over his body, and finally found the contact name he marked as "What Saku Tanaka", pressed dial, and the other party answered the call soon, and Dazai Osamu "Hey" on the opposite side, happily jumping to the sky:

"Moshi Moshi! It's Oda, oh no, is it Mr. Tanaka? How about having a light meal tonight?"

As for whether the other party agreed, seeing the figure of Osamu Dazai walking directly to the Shinkansen station after hanging up the phone, it is likely that the other party agreed.

On the Honmaru side, Miura Haru held back her grandfather's secret for a long time, but still couldn't help but want to find someone to confide in, and her first choice to confide in was of course Tachitsurumaru Kuninaga who knew her grandmother best.

"It's Chunzi, what's wrong?"

In Honmaru's library, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was arranging the books. Miura Haru walked in from the outside and saw him busy up and down. He hesitated for a while, but Tsurumaru Kuninaga was caught by her concentration. Staring at her eyes made her feel uncomfortable, so she took the initiative to stop and asked her why she came.

"Ah... Tsurumaru-san is busy right now?"

Miura Harun looked at the pile of books on the table, and looked at the bookshelves that were less than half full, knowing that he came at the wrong time.Tsurumaru Kuninaga got off the ladder, patted his clothes and said:

"It's not particularly busy, what's the matter? Is there anything on your mind that you want to talk about?"

He watched Haru Miura grow up, and many thoughts of this girl can be easily deduced from her expression.

"It's not a worry, it's just a... a little happy thing."

The burgundy-haired girl was a little embarrassed, but also scratched her head nervously, meeting Tsurumaru Kuninaga's focused and questioning eyes, she twisted her fingers unconsciously, and finally, she couldn't help it, and said vigorously:

"Mr. Tsurumaru, I finally know who my grandfather is. It turned out to be Mr. Kisuke Urahara. I really didn't expect it, but I'm also very happy, but I also know that this news is not easy to tell, so I have been holding back."

Not a comma, not a gasp, oh yeah.

Miura Haru silently compared his heart to himself, and then looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga anxiously, only to see the magnificent Baihe Fusangshen with a dull face, his eyes lost their brilliance, and after a long while, he said dryly:

"......oh."? ? ?

Haru Miura was confused.

For a while, no one spoke between the two of them, and it was a little awkward. After a long time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga picked up the books that he wanted to sort out before, turned around and placed them, and said:

"That's all? Nothing else?"

Miura Haruda, who was rubbing his fingers, moved and shook his head:

"Nothing else, that's all."

After a while she added:

"But I have a little wish of my own."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga finished sorting out the batch of books, and then turned to her and asked:

"What do you wish for?"

Although he was surprised by what Haru Miura said just now, he wasn't very surprised. As Token Fusangshen who had been with Akiho from the beginning, he knew the most about the past of the former god judge in Honmaru.

It was Harun Miura's desire to speak out that aroused his interest.

"that is......."

Miura Haru stirred and stirred each other's hands before saying:

"Mr. Crane, I'm thinking, tell my mother about grandpa, and if possible, let her see him. But... considering grandma's mood, I'm not sure whether to do this now. "

After all, what happened between Urahara Kisuke and Akiho back then is only known to those involved. Before grandma nodded in agreement, Miura Haru didn't want to make a decision without authorization and make everyone unhappy.

"You want me to help you persuade your grandma?"

As expected, Tsurumaru Kuninaga understood what the little girl meant. He first sighed, then quickly stepped forward and knocked Miura Haru on the forehead and said:

"It's promising. I've learned how to speak in conversation. It's not easy. It seems that your master in the Taisho period taught you a lot? Not only the breathing method, but also the art of speaking. ?”

"Ow ooh..."

Miura Haru clutched the marks on his forehead that Tsurumaru Kuninaga had not waterproofed at all, expressing his grievance:

"That's not true! Master, an old man, can't speak himself, and his disciples are all as straightforward as him. How is it possible!"

"Oh? Chunzi has completely regarded him as a serious master. It sounds really gratifying, but I don't know if Yamato Shou will be so angry that he wants to pass through to a duel?"

Hearing Miura Haru's words, Tsurumaru Kuninaga shook his head and said jokingly.

Sure enough, when Haru Miura heard Yamato Mori Anding's name, he instantly felt like a deflated ball, and his arrogance died down:

"How...how could it be...Although Master Ryodaki is my master, An Ding is also my master! Not only An Ding, but all the swords in Honmaru are my master!"

What she said is the truth, her swordsmanship was enlightened by Qingguang in California, and Yamato Shou'an's teaching is true, but then every once in a while, all the swordsmen in Honmaru take turns to guide her swordsmanship. The usual three-stage thrust.

"I'm joking, Chunzi."

Having seen enough jokes, Tsurumaru Kuninaga kindly made a rescue:

"I'll find time to tell Qiusui, if you have nothing to do, go back."

This is an order to evict guests. After Miura Haru understood it, he nodded obediently and left the library.

She let go of a big rock in her heart, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I can't guarantee whether grandma will agree to tell Miura Yumi the truth, but I believe that with Tsurumaru's persuasion, she should be loosened, right?

Relieved, Haru Miura was about to pack up her mood and go back to her room to do her homework. Suddenly, there was a throbbing in her heart, and then her whole body suddenly fell into the darkness of nothingness. She seemed to feel the chill brought by the cold wind blowing through her wide cuffs.

"This is......"

She didn't have time to react, and suddenly heard a voice behind her from far and near, sighing, while calling as if singing:

"Xiaochun...my wild rose...come back to me..."

Miura Haru was stunned, and her back turned cold. She didn't dare to turn her head, so she could only cover her ears with her hands:

"leave me alone!"

This voice was obviously Tong Mo, but why was he able to find her in this way?

too frightening.

Recalling the scent of lotus with the smell of rust in his memory, and those colorful eyes like glazed glass, Haru Miura seemed to have returned to the Bliss Cult, back to the night when she stabbed him in the heart under the moonlight. the knife.

"Go away..."

She muttered to herself, but her voice was low.

"Ji Jun, what are you doing standing here? Basking in the sun?"

Suddenly, Wakisashi Urashima Toru's voice sounded, Miura Haru opened his eyes, only to realize that he was still standing in the same place, in the courtyard, the afternoon sun was just right, and she was standing in front of the flower bed, with orange hair wearing a sky blue yukata Urashima Kotoru looked at her curiously while holding a pile of snacks.

"Ah...nothing, I just happened to be thinking about something."

Miura Haru came back to his senses, showing a smile similar to usual, covering up the accident just now.

"is it?"

Urashima Toraku looked at Miura Haru suspiciously, and after confirming that she was fine, he also nodded readily:

"Then Ji Jun also come to the Mengmeng afternoon tea party together!"

"Huh? Mengmeng afternoon tea party?"

When Miura Haru heard this novel term, he didn't react for a while. Urashima Toru saw her confused face, and then remembered that he hadn't introduced it yet, so he laughed and explained:

"The Mengmeng afternoon tea party is where the swords bring all the small animals in the maru to meet regularly to increase communication. Except for the swordsmen who have companion animals who will bring animals, all the small animals who live in the maru later will come, such as Daju Mr. Lee's three cats, the little raccoon family that Mr. Tainori and Mr. Akashi take turns feeding."

To put it simply, it's an animal meeting.

"Oh?!!"

Miura Haru's face brightened when she heard this, and she was about to say yes, when she suddenly remembered the homework that was still waiting for her in the room, her expression suddenly sank again, she shook her head feebly, reluctantly declined Urashima Huche's invitation:

"Although I really want to go, but I still have a lot of homework to do, wait until next time, you guys have fun."

Afterwards, she walked away with shallow steps and deep steps.

Looking at Miura Haru's back, Urashima Toru sighed:

"It's really not easy to be a student."

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'Happy people are happy, people are happy; worrying about people's worries, people are also worried about their worries. '

——Bai Juyi