[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

As soon as the sun rose the next morning, the rain subsided.

When you open the window, you will be greeted with a fresh, moist breath after the rain, which is light and soothing.

There is still continuous light rain outside, and even the clothes won't get wet if you go out.However, the ground became a bit muddy under the overnight rain.

Aizawa Muha stood in front of the window, feeling the drizzle hitting his face, and squinted his eyes comfortably.The washed oily green is pleasing to the eye.

"Morning, Wu."

"Ga, morning, morning! Yu."

Wu flapped his wings and landed on Aizawa Muha's shoulder.

"The air is really nice today, isn't it Wu?" Aizawa Muha stretched out his hand, and the slightest feeling fell on the palm of his hand: "But Wu, don't go out easily, the rain will wet the feathers."

"Gah, it will wet the feathers."

Aizawa Muha smiled and rubbed Wu's head: "It's not me, it's Wu's feathers."

"It's Wu's feather, Ga, Wu's feather."

Aizawa Muha smiled and shook his head, not paying attention.

"Morning, Tanjiro." Aizawa Muha greeted Tanjiro who was heading to the training room.

"Morning, Wuha!" Tanjiro responded energetically, "Where is Wuha going?"

Aizawa Muha smiled: "Go pick someone up."

"Really, that's great." Tanjiro said with a smile, "Then I'll go to training first."

"Goodbye Tanjiro, keep training hard."

"Yes! I'll try."

After bidding farewell to Tanjirou, Aizawa Muha continued to walk towards the gate of Butterfly House.

Wu, who was chasing up from behind, stopped on his shoulders and combed his feathers.

Because it was cloudy and rainy, there was no sun.But the land outside is a bit wet and the ground is a bit muddy.

There were still drops of water falling from the leaf surface of the courtyard, dripping into the small puddle below, making a slight plop.

Aizawa Muha looked at the puddle on the ground, frowned slightly, and then walked lightly.

The humid air is very comfortable, and even breathing is much easier.Standing at the door of Butterfly House, Aizawa Muha leaned against the pillar.

Looking up at the clear sky, Aizawa Muha was a little distracted, and didn't react until there was movement in the distance.

"Yu!" Seeing the figure waiting at the door from a distance, Muichiro quickened his pace.

Aizawa Muha came back to his senses, and then sighed.

"Don't you know how to hide for a while?" Reluctantly, he took off the haori on his body, put it on Muichiro's body, and then held the slightly wet hand.

Clothes are damp, and so is hair.Breathing is a bit heavy, hands are cold.

Although he didn't directly become a drowned rat, it wasn't much better.

Muichiro raised a slight arc, looking at the figure pulling him back.

"Hiding, but the rain hasn't stopped."

"Then just wait a little longer until the rain stops." Aizawa Muha looked back at the smiling face and shook his head: "Isn't it good to finish the task and rest in your own jurisdiction? Is it necessary to come back so far?"

Muichiro nodded: "Yes, it's okay, Yu, it's not far away."

"I really can't do anything about you. Alright, alright, go and change your clothes." Aizawa Muha said while pushing Muichiro in to change clothes.

"Hmm..." Muichiro nodded and looked back.

"I'm waiting outside, hurry up!" Aizawa Muha said.

The human body is very fragile. If you don't change it quickly when you get wet, you will easily catch a cold and have a fever, although it is not a serious illness.

After drying the clothes that Muichiro had changed, Aizawa Muha pulled Muichiro to sit down in the corridor.Holding a clean white towel in his hand, he wiped his wet mint green gradient long hair finely.

Muichiro sat obediently and let the people behind him fiddle with him.The knife was left in the room, but now he felt very at ease and relaxed.

After wiping his hair, Aizawa Muha took the comb again and combed Muichiro's hair smoothly.A light wind blew by, Aizawa Muha shook Muichiro who closed his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep, wait and drink a bowl of hot soup."

"Hmm—" the light blue eyes opened, and there was a trace of confusion in them, but they dispersed after seeing the person behind them, and nodded: "Okay."

"How can it go on like this, such a grown-up person, he still doesn't know how to take care of himself."

Muichiro didn't refute, and responded obediently, and then casually typed Ichiro's small report: "Brother is also, it's not reassuring at all."

"Pfft." Aizawa Muha chuckled and rubbed the top of Muichiro's head.

"Okay, you two are still children who need to be taken care of."

Muichiro thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "No, I can already protect Yu, I am no longer a child."

Aizawa Muha frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "Well, Muichiro is very powerful, so when you drink ginger soup, you have to drink it in one gulp."

Wuichiro didn't like bitter things very much, let alone something irritating like ginger soup.

Sure enough, Wuichiro frowned and protested: "Can't you stop drinking, I think I'm fine."

"No, you have to drink it obediently."

Muichiro froze instantly, with an aggrieved expression.

Aizawa Muha smiled and said: "But you can reward a candy after drinking it."

"Can you?" Muichiro's eyes lit up.

"Okay, if Muichiro promises to take good care of himself in the future, I can give two." Aizawa Muha smiled and compared two fingers.

"Yeah." Wuichiro nodded vigorously.

"Is it raining?" Kanae asked Muha Aizawa who came to get ginger soup.

Aizawa Muha smiled helplessly, and nodded: "Well, I'm afraid of catching a cold, so I'm here to ask for some ginger soup."

"But can I ask Kanae to put more brown sugar? Muichiro doesn't like bitter things very much."

"Yes." Butterfly Chana Hui nodded with a smile: "But you can't spare a piece of ginger."

"Yes. After all, I'm still a child, and I can't even take good care of myself." Aizawa Muha shook his head helplessly, thinking of some sweets to prepare.

Butterfly Kanae smiled without saying a word, just covering her mouth and chuckling silently.

Although he is only a child, he has always taken care of himself before. Although he is the youngest, he has never troubled others.It's just that it's different now. Now there are people who care, and there is room for self-will.

"Drink it soon, the taste will be even more pungent when it cools down." Aizawa Muha held the bowl helplessly, the pungent smell unique to ginger soup lingered, but it smelled warm.The heat came through the bowl, warming the cold palms.

"Hmm - don't." Muichiro frowned and shook his head after taking a sip, with a face of resistance.

"It can't be like this, I specially asked Kanae to put more sugar." Aizawa Muha coaxed softly, with no hint of impatience on his expression, as if he was coaxing a child who lost his temper.

"But—it's really not good." Muichiro looked at Aizawa Muha aggrievedly, staring straight at him with light blue eyes.

There was a slight fluctuation in the strange-colored eyes, and then he shook his head severely.

"It's because the ginger soup I served was cold, so it didn't taste good. Then I went to serve a bowl, Wuichiro, please wait first." Aizawa Muyu lowered his head pretending to be disappointed, looking down at the steaming soup. Ginger soup, the corners of the mouth raised an inconspicuous arc.

Sure enough, the person in front of him began to hesitate, and after a struggle, he grabbed Aizawa Muha's sleeve.

"I'll just drink it..." Muichiro puffed up his cheeks slightly, and took the bowl.

Aizawa Muha smiled, watching Muichiro hand over a candy after drinking it with his own eyes, and then was swallowed by Muichiro with wrinkled facial features.

The wet tongue slid over the fingertips, and then bit down lightly and punishingly.

Aizawa Muha didn't pay attention to Muichiro's childish movements, he just gently stroked the end of his hair with one hand and put down the bowl with the other.

"It shouldn't have any taste, this kind of candy should be quite sweet." Aizawa Muha looked at Muichiro who was still frowning with sugar in his mouth, a little puzzled.

"Well, it's bitter, and it's also spicy." Muichiro hugged Aizawa Muha, and buried his face to complain.

"Okay, okay, then I can just give you a candy." Aizawa Muha smiled helplessly, then took out another candy from his bosom, peeled it off and handed it over.

Muichiro raised his head to take it, and then continued to bury it back without saying a word.

Aizawa Muha didn't care, just changed the angle to make both of them more comfortable.

"Don't get in the rain next time, or you won't be given sugar next time you drink ginger soup."

After a long time, a muffled reply came.

"Uh, um."