save the judge

Jingujiquan clenched his fists against his lips and coughed intermittently, a thin layer of crystal light appeared in his eyes, the air in his lungs was forced out by the twitching organs against his master's will, and his heart began to throb again and again. pain.

If I had known earlier, I would have thrown a quilt or something under it when I jumped off...

He spread out his hands and slumped on the lawn in a very shapeless manner, turning his face sideways to avoid the direct sunlight into his eyes.

Uncle Jinguji, who devoted himself to making himself happy and causing headaches for the caregivers, finally got tired of seeing that ward with no sense of humor at all. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was making rounds, he decisively jumped out of the window on the second floor and escaped.

Of course, the excuse he made for himself was that the wine brought by Fushimi-kun was not to his taste at all, so he decided to discuss the wine culture with Fushimi-kun face to face, in order not to disturb Fushimi-kun's work, so he had to work harder to come to the door go find him.

Wait a minute, he seems to have forgotten something?

Swallowing a fishy liquid in his throat, Jingujiquan turned over, sat up from the lawn drowsily, and stretched out a hand to touch his body.

Oops... Could it be that such a jump broke the internal organs or something? !

Expelling this potentially terrifying thought from his mind, he stood up unsteadily, and buttoned the windbreaker—if he didn't fasten it, what would happen if others saw the hospital gown inside?As for the pants... Forget it, let's just treat them as this year's popular style.

Thinking of this, he put his left hand into the pocket of the windbreaker, stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

In an instant, an invisible force spread out from the Jinguji spring standing here, and the grass blades were blown by the wind and fell down quietly; the birds stagnated in mid-air with their black eyes open, and their wings kept flapping The snake on the tree bent its pointed head, locked its cold eyes on the snow-white bird egg, its scales were locked tightly, and its muscles froze at the moment of exertion; dew drops on the surface of the soil, and clouds froze in the sky above.

Everything fell into an eerie silence.

Only the young man standing in the center of time lowered his hands in a senseless gesture, crossed over the blockade of several non-time courtyards in front of him, and swaggered into the crowd.

Ah, this trick is really easy to use. If it weren't for his current physical condition, he really wanted to walk down the stairs with his skills, so he wouldn't have to take the risk of jumping off the building.

Jingujiquan, who was mixed in the crowd, squinted his eyes and patiently waited for the traffic light with a large group of people.

"...Ah, I'll go back right away and tell Miko that I brought her a gift..."

"It's still the same bad today...so let's meet at the bar we went to yesterday."

"Yes...the workload has increased but the salary has not changed. I really want to blow the boss's head off..."

The sounds of whispered conversations around merged into a river, enveloping Jinguji spring, who was alone.

Is this... life?

He was thinking aimlessly.

Wandering as a wandering soul for too long, those memories are like rootless duckweed. When he had a body, they were just bits and pieces. Occasionally, when he remembered something, most of the time, he was empty, pale and lonely. .

Loneliness, loneliness with nowhere to escape, no one can see him, no one can hear him, even if he shouts and roars crazily, no one will stop...

Jingujiquan looked at the man who was calling his wife, with envy in his eyes that he didn't realize.

If he also has such a fetter, if there are people who miss him so seriously.

Then he will be desperate to go back like this, right?

Shaking off these untimely thoughts in his mind, Jingujiquan habitually dug in his pocket, touched twice before remembering what he forgot.

That pack of cigarettes!

He paid the price of a mouthful of blood to steal the cigarettes from Fushimi!

When you don't want to smoke, forget it, but when you think about it and can't smoke, it's really uncomfortable.

Jingujiquan scratched the ends of his hair, sighed deeply, looked around, found a supermarket, and walked in without hesitation.

In broad daylight and on a working day, there are very few people who come to the supermarket to shop. The shelves are empty, and the price reduction information jumping in mid-air pops up word by word, and then automatically replaces it with the next line of text after staying for a few seconds. , when someone passes through it, it will also spiritually turn into a symbol like flowing water, twisting around the human body.

The cleaning robot, which was less than the height of a person's knee, repeated the words of thanks over and over again and went around the shelf to clean the floor. Jingujiquan conveniently stuffed a paper towel with sporadic blood stains into the small robot's raised hands, and the robot gave a deep and magnetic sound of "very grateful".

Jingujiquan couldn't help being shocked, and subconsciously glanced at the robot.

What's the matter with this weird and terrifying sense of sight?Seems a bit familiar?

The little robot happily ran away, Jingongjiquan shook his head, and rows of guiding characters on the ceiling descended slowly. He looked at the line of tobacco and alcohol symbols, and immediately took steps.

To his surprise, there was already a man standing in front of that row of shelves.

A white shirt, a black casual suit jacket, and jeans wrapped around the two long legs. The blond hair has a very nice luster under the indoor lights, and the whole person looks very calm and elite.

With his back to Jingujiquan, he was carrying two large bags that did not match his temperament. Jingujiquan saw a bunch of vegetable leaves and a few plump tomatoes squeezed out of the bag at a glance.

Hmm... That kind of calm and elite temperament was suddenly set off by the tomato into a maternal nature.

Thinking to himself, Jingujiquan walked up to the man and stretched out his arms to reach for a pack of cigarettes.

"Well...it might be impolite to say that, but if you're sick, it's better not to smoke."

A soft and gentle Kyoto accent rang in his ears, Jingujiquan shook his head, and the smoke he had just reached fell straight down, hitting the man beside him firmly on the head.

"Wow...is this a reply?"

Jingongjiquan quickly regained consciousness, hurriedly picked up the cigarette that hadn't fallen to the ground, and looked up to apologize: "I'm sorry——"

He didn't look directly at the man. The man was wearing a pair of light purple sunglasses, and he could vaguely see the gentle curve of the eyes behind the lens.

Jingujiquan moved his gaze down, but he didn't notice from the back just now, the other party was wearing... a frivolous bar waiter's outfit with a flirtatious look!

The slim suit jacket was open, the white shirt was matched with a casual wine red scarf, and the belt outlined the thin waist, which was very sexy.

Jingujiquan was taken aback for a moment, then immediately put on a brighter smile, tilted his head and leaned lightly on the shelf, his eyes seemed to have countless small hooks, and he flicked around the man's body lightly. It also brought a strange ambiguity: "Sir... you have observed me very carefully?"

As the owner of the Homra bar, he controls the source of income of a group of passionate idiots, Kusanagi Izumo has a lot to do every day, the only one who can calm down and help him do something, and he doesn't know where to go to play , he took the opportunity to stock up some ingredients for the bar and come out to get some air and relax. He didn't expect to meet such a...interesting person in the supermarket.

Kusanagi saw at a glance that the windbreaker the other party was wearing was a new spring dress of that brand. Although the other party had already buttoned up the clothes, but because of the design of the clothes, he could still see the vague appearance of the hospital clothes underneath, and the Pants with no cover at all...

The other party is very good-looking, the kind of "beauty" beyond gender, not feminine or feminine, with neat outlines and beautiful facial features, but... Kusanagi looked at his abnormally pale complexion, and his short and weak breathing The frequency, and the lips with almost no color, are rare and a little confusing.

This is... Which hospital did the patient run out of?

Kusanagi is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business. He has a natural kind of gentleness towards the weak in his character, and it may be because he has nagged too much to those idiots. sentence--

So he said that.

Who knew that the other party would give such an unexpected response.

Kusanagi has been helping his uncle entertain guests in the bar since high school, and it has been more than ten years. He has never seen any guests, and there are quite a few guests who show him such a meaningful smile, but...

Maybe none of them smile as well as this person?

It may also be that he didn't see any real taste related to "sex" from this smile at all, it was more like a well-timed joke, Kusanagi couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly softened, It's like meeting a very good friend.

"Sickness can still be cured. If there is no cigarette, it's better to let me die directly." Jingujiquan threw the cigarette in his hand up and down several times, and replied with a smile.

"This kind of answer is really too willful." Kusanagi shook his head, "Although I think so too."

The two big smokers looked at each other and suddenly laughed at the same time.

"Is it really okay not to go back to the hospital?" After paying the bill, Kusanagi came out with two bags and asked Jingujiquan who was following her.

"If you don't go back, it's not a serious illness." Jingujiquan clearly refused.

Indeed, it wasn't a serious illness. The weakness caused by the use of supernatural powers couldn't be cured by ordinary medical methods. If he wanted to recover, it was very simple, as long as he retracted his supernatural powers.

But that's impossible.

Then why waste time in the hospital.

The black-haired young man stretched lazily, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, reached out to touch the lighter, and took a step forward with the other hand, a straight flame burst out from the silver body of Zippo, igniting the snow-white cigarettes.

Jingujiquan subconsciously glanced at the slender and beautiful hand with a little appreciation in his eyes.

"Ah, I'm a bartender, and the opponents in this line of work are very demanding." The soft Kyoto accent explained with a smile. He also lit his cigarette, exhaled a puff of light smoke, and turned his head to invite, "Would you like to come to my bar?"

He didn't know what he thought of, and his smile was as real and peaceful as a flame: "Although they may be a little noisy, they are all very cute guys. I always feel that if you are Jinguji-kun, you will please them very much." like?"

Jingujiquan was dazed for a moment by his smile.

Who is it that can make him laugh like this... I'm so envious...

"Okay, it just so happens that I can drink a glass of wine, how can I refuse such a good thing." Jingujiquan lowered his eyes, and there was a little indecipherable meaning in his dark pupils.

That smile was fleeting for a moment, and Kusanagi keenly noticed something deep inside, and a sense of familiarity strangled his heart like a tough silk thread.

... At that moment, he actually felt that Izumi Jinguji was somewhat similar to Zun?

Thinking of Zhou Fangzun who had frequent nightmares due to losing control of his power recently, Kusanagi's eyes became a little more worried.Due to its violent attributes, the ability of the Red King is the least easy to control among the seven kings. Most kings have only alternated two or three generations or even one generation, and now it has reached the twelfth generation. The catastrophe is still vivid, and Zun's condition is gradually deteriorating, with longer and longer sleep and less and less use of abilities...

Kusanagi forcibly gathered his messy thoughts back, and picked a direction with the bag: "Let's go, there are two guys waiting for dinner in the bar."

Of course, Jingujiquan noticed his ecstasy just now, and he didn't ask out of politeness. Now he is more interested in the group of noisy guys that Kusanagi mentioned.

Are you a friend?If you join them, will you feel the... fetters of that legend?