[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

Open your eyes to see an empty roof and dim vision.

Blinking his eyes, he sat up slowly, his head was still a little dizzy, but it didn't have much effect.

She was wearing a white kimono, which was a bit too big, but it was clean and smelled like sunshine.

Raising his hand to touch his neck, he found that it was wrapped in a bandage.He looked down at his chest and was also wrapped.

There was a white bed under him, and there were two other beds around him, but there was no one there.

The bandage was removed, and the wound underneath had healed without leaving a trace.

The crow-colored hair let loose on the white bed, and then slipped down with the movement of the master getting up.

The bright moonlight outside could be seen through the gap between the drawn curtains, and the ghost sitting on the bed was stunned for a long time before he remembered what was happening now.

I still clearly remember the trembling and aggrieved person crying on his shoulder, especially the panicked expression and terrified tone before he lost consciousness.

With a sigh, Aizawa Muha stood up.

As soon as the curtains were opened, the moonlight outside leaked out, illuminating the area.

Slightly squinting his eyes, the strange-colored pupils are a little weird under the moonlight, especially the red pupils that are faintly glowing red.

He stretched out his hand to push the window open, then turned over and jumped out, and then stepped on the roof above with the help of his toes on the window sill.

It's been a long time since I sat on the roof and looked at the sun, but now I can only look at the moon.

Sit down on the roof and casually brush your hair back.

The night was very quiet, without any movement.

The place where it should be is the Butterfly House not far from the headquarters, after all, it can smell a faint smell of medicine.

Subconsciously touched his chest, and then froze slightly.

The sachet and rations I carried with me are gone.

This is not surprising at all, because the unknown objects carried by ghosts must be carefully checked.

However, a little hungry.

"It's cold outside, please bring a coat next time."

A gentle voice, and Haori falling on her shoulders.

Looking up, she saw Butterfly Kanae's smiling face, and then sat down beside her.

"Don't Yujiro need to sleep for a while, it's not yet dawn." Butterfly Kanae said softly, her tone was light, just like her own.

"Aren't ghosts active at night? Besides, ghosts are not afraid of the cold." Even though he said so, Aizawa Muha didn't take down the haori.

Ghosts can feel the cold, but they are not afraid of the cold.

"Really." Butterfly Kanae raised an arc slightly: "Because it's always easy to forget that Yujiro is a ghost."

His light-colored eyes were bent, staring at the ghost in front of him.

Aizawa Muha was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously shifted his left eye, subconsciously trying to hide his ugly side.

Looking away at the bright moon again, Aizawa Muha blinked slightly.

"Without his control, Guiwu Tsuji is miserable."

The articulation is clear, and there is no response.

Butterfly Kanae froze for a moment, then smiled.

Seeing Butterfly Kanae covering her mouth and chuckling lightly, Aizawa Muha was a little puzzled.

"Is there anything funny?"

"No—" Butterfly Chana Hui restrained her smile a bit, but her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she was still in a happy mood.

"Hajiro, who is just explaining seriously, is...interesting." Butterfly Kanae turned her face slightly, and did not look directly at the pair of eyes that didn't know why.

"However, it's really similar." Butterfly Kanae blinked her eyes, carefully looking at Aizawa Muha's face.

After being stunned for a while, I realized who Butterfly Kanae said she looked like, it should be their lord.

However, Aizawa Muyu is also very strange, because the protagonist of this generation is exactly the same as Kimai Tsuji.

Now he looks very similar to Wu Mi, that's why he said——

Shrinking his neck uncomfortably, he lowered his head slightly so that the hair on the side of his face covered his face.

"Really, that's really abrupt."

"No, my lord is also very interested, but I can't take a look in person."

Butterfly Kanae's tone was a bit heavy, but Aizawa Muha couldn't comfort her.

This is the bad relationship between Ubuyashiki and Onimai Tsuji Mumi, and now it is also related to him.

"Thank you." Butterfly Kanae, who kept smiling, said seriously, looking at Muha Aizawa.

"No need." After all, such a beautiful flower, I don't want it to wither.

After a long silence, looking at Butterfly Kanae who hesitated to speak, Aizawa Muha turned his head: "If you want to ask anything, you can ask, as long as I know it."

Butterfly Kanae paused slightly, then turned to reveal a bright smile.

Sure enough, there was no change at all, still so gentle, Yujiro——

According to Butterfly Kanae, I slept for two days, and then - Muichiro waited for two days.The lord also gave special approval, allowing Muichiro's mission to be set back for a few days.

However, Aizawa Muha hasn't figured out how to face Muichiro yet.

Some guilty conscience, dare not take the initiative to find Muichiro.And Muichiro, who knew that Aizawa Muha had woken up, did not appear either.

Everyone in Butterfly House looked impatient, but the two protagonists were not at all anxious.

"Wuichiro will leave for his mission jurisdiction tomorrow." Butterfly said with a smile.

Sitting in Butterfly Kanae's studio, Aizawa Muha, who was in a daze watching all the herbs, was taken aback, then nodded: "Got it."

The sun was rising outside, and even though the curtains had been drawn, one could still feel the dazzling light.

Taking a sip of the ration made by Zhushi, he put the empty glass bottle on the table.

I have to say that Zhushi's glass bottles are of high quality.After a series of beatings, it didn't break.

But——I can't escape anymore.

With a slight arc, Aizawa Muha looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes dimmed.

The night came quickly, and even Sister Butterfly Kanae, who was always the last to sleep, went to bed early today. Before leaving, Butterfly Shinobi waved her hand with a smile.

Hey, he really didn't want to say anything.

Sitting on the porch outside in the bright moonlight.

Clenching his fists uneasily, he kept cheering himself up in his heart, really afraid that he would turn around and run away if he couldn't hold back.

His hands were tugging at the ends of his hair uneasily, his eyes were rolling around without focusing.

He bit his lower lip lightly, and then saw a black corner of his clothes.

How long have you been standing?

Aizawa Muha, who had been in a trance all this time, noticed a piece of black clothes corner and light blue hair tail at the corner.

I froze for a while, and then suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The eyes subconsciously curved up, and the corners of the mouth curved.

No matter when, Muichiro will always be Muichiro.It was the relative he watched growing up and got along day and night...

The strings in my heart relaxed for a moment, and then there was a warm feeling.

The strange-colored eyes brought the same familiar gentleness as before, and there was a slight smile on the corner of the mouth.

"The breath is messed up, Muichiro—"

The familiar tone and voice made the person hiding around the corner pause for a moment before poking his head out silently.

Familiar smile, same expression.Even though that eye was a dazzling red, I still felt relieved.

A living Yu, even if he is already a ghost, is still alive, able to laugh and comfort his Yu.

Those pale blue eyes were hidden in the shadows, but Aizawa Muha could still clearly see the struggle inside, as well as the clenched lower lip.

He patted the floor beside him, and said softly, "Come and sit, Muichiro."

The figure hesitated, then took hesitant steps and sat down at a place far away from Aizawa Muha.

Reluctantly curling the corners of his lips, Aizawa Muha stood up, and then sat down beside Muichiro.

The person next to him froze for a moment, then lowered his head silently.

"The moon is beautiful."

After a long time, a soft "um" came.

"But..." I prefer to watch the sun rise.Stretch out your hand and look at the hand in the moonlight.

The hand with its nails pulled back was similar to that of an ordinary person, but it was still pale and weak.

"Muichiro—do you hate me?" Aizawa Muha paused slightly, then turned to look at Muichiro who lowered his head.

Hearing Aizawa Muha's words, Muichiro raised his head abruptly, and met those squinted eyes of different colors.

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.At this time, it is powerless to say anything.

Aizawa Muha looked at Muichiro, looked at the expression of opening his lips feebly, not knowing what to say.Seeing that pair of light blue pupils gradually mist, and then biting his lips so as not to cry.

"I'm sorry... no... um!" Before he could finish speaking, he was hugged tightly by the person who rushed over.

A familiar taste lingers in the nostrils, and the temperature of nostalgia in the arms.

"Don't...don't be sorry!" The voice buried in the clothes was muffled, and the tone began to tremble, with a bit of crying.

The hands on the waist were shaking, faintly suppressing something.

At that moment, Aizawa Muha suddenly felt relieved, the person in his arms seemed to bring infinite warmth...

Hugging Wuichiro back tightly, the black hair hanging in front of his eyes blocked his sight, but this moment was extremely peaceful.

"I'm sorry..." He didn't recognize Yu at the first moment.

"I..." I really miss Yu.

The sobs in his arms increased, and Aizawa Muha felt heartache.

"It's not Muichiro's fault..."

"That's too much! It's too much——" Muichiro suppressed his voice and vented, holding on to Aizawa Muha's clothes tightly with his hands, and buried his head in Aizawa Muha's arms.

"Don't... don't leave now, okay..." No, I don't want to...

The broken choking sound made Aizawa Wuha's heart soften.

"Well - I won't be leaving anymore." Eyebrows drooped, and a crystal drop of water slipped down the corner of her eyes.

The moonlight was beautiful, and the quiet Muichiro turned his face away and rubbed his eye sockets.

Although she wiped away the tears on her face, her pale blue eyes seemed to be washed with water, and they became more vivid.

Seeing Muichiro looking at himself with guilt, Aizawa Muha was stunned for a while and then understood the reason.

"It's okay, look at it if you don't believe me." Aizawa Muha pushed back his hair, revealing his fair neck without a trace of wound.

Muichiro froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand in a daze.

There is no warm touch under his hands, cold, lifeless...

The light blue eyes darkened slightly, and then a hand gently and familiarly smoothed the hair.

When he froze, he raised his eyes and saw the smiling face, but the smile was a little stiff, and the red eyes were also closed.

"Would you like to sleep for Muichiro?" Aizawa Muha blinked his eyes, then patted his thigh.

Seeing Muichiro who was stunned, Aizawa Muha simply pulled Muichiro's head and pressed it on his knee, then patted Muichiro's shoulder lightly.

"Go to sleep."

There was already a patch of blue under his eyes, and he hadn't had a good rest.

Muichiro lay down stiffly and uncomfortably, and then the hand on his head ran down his hair.

Before he knew it, his tired eyes closed, and he fell asleep peacefully.

With his hand, he gently followed the long light blue hair, the heterochromatic pupils drooped slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Gently wiping off the water droplets still hanging on Muichiro's eyelashes with one hand, Aizawa Muha leaned down and said softly.

"Good night, Muichiro—"