[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

Probably because of working hard for a few days, the people beside me were still asleep.

He carefully took off the hand that was wrapped around him for some reason, and successfully got a frown of dissatisfaction.Fortunately, the quilt was tucked in in time, and Muichiro just frowned and rolled over and fell asleep again.

The sun outside has become slightly brighter, and it is already dawn.However, the material used for the paper door is not very transparent, probably to allow the team members to have a good rest.After all, they are all nocturnal habit.

Aizawa Muha slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, carefully covered Muichiro with the quilt, then walked lightly, opened the door a little and walked out.

The sun outside is full of dew, and a row of wisteria trees are planted in the yard, and they are blooming just right now.

The sunlight hits the wisteria flowers, bringing shade, which looks like a purple wave from a distance.

"Gui'an, Master Swordsman."

"Morning, ma'am." Aizawa Muha thanked her, and then took the washing things prepared by the old lady: "Madam, please take care of me today."

"It's my duty, my lord. I hope your lord can live comfortably." The old lady bent down and bowed.

"Yes." Muha Aizawa opened another inhuman eye after seeing the figure disappearing around the corner.

Not going back right away, Aizawa Muha thought that Muichiro should sleep a little longer, so he sat on the table in the yard.

Take care of yourself, not put on a cloak, just a simple white kimono and a feather weaving with a few scattered red maples.

The hair is draped softly on the shoulders, and the sun shines on it with a black luster.The eyes of different colors are lowered, looking at the teacup in the palm.

There was hot tea prepared by the old lady on the table, but Aizawa Muha didn't have the urge to drink it, he just held it in his palm, feeling the heat from the teacup, it was very warm.

Hearing the subtle sounds inside with his sensitive hearing, Aizawa Muha looked up and put down the teacup that was still emitting a slight heat, and walked in with Muichiro's cleaned team uniform.

The room was already lit up, and it was time to get up.

When he opened the door, he saw Muichiro sitting on the bed hugging the quilt, his eyes unfocused, and regained consciousness slightly after hearing the movement.

"Morning, Muichiro." Aizawa Muha put down the tray in his hand, took out the clothes and handed them to Muichiro.

"It's time to get up."

The man whose thoughts were scattered came back to his senses, threw away the quilt in his hand, and then hugged the waist kneeling beside him.Rubbing his head against the bosom that smelled of wisteria flowers, he took a deep breath before sitting up unsatisfied.

This series of actions came so suddenly that Aizawa Muha didn't even react.In fact, even if he reacted, he would not refuse, but just smiled helplessly.

"Hmm—" Muichiro replied softly, and then leaned over to pick up the clothes.

After Aizawa Muha handed over the clothes, he went to fetch water.The warm water wets the handkerchief, and it makes a rattling sound when the water is wrung out.

Seeing Muichiro who was standing there after putting on his clothes with his eyes empty, Aizawa Muha walked over helplessly.

The light blue eyes were empty, and they didn't stare until the figure walked over, and they became focused.

Seeing Muichiro's expressionless face, Aizawa Muha stretched out his hand and gently pinched the round cheeks, which were soft as expected.Then he wiped the familiar facial features carefully with a wet veil.

"Close your eyes."

The subordinate's eyes were obediently closed, and the light blue pupils that had been reflecting a person were held back.The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and then were covered by a wet veil.

Because he was about the same height as Muichiro, Aizawa Muha had to stand on tiptoe slightly.After wiping the face in front of him clean, the light blue eyes that were opened also regained their clarity.

"Okay, let's go eat." Aizawa Muha put the handkerchief back in the basin.

In the morning, a relatively light meal was prepared, and at the special request of Aizawa Muha, the old lady didn't prepare much.

After eating, the two cleared the table, and then sat in the corridor in a daze again.

It was very quiet here, and the old lady didn't bother them.

"Will Muichiro sleep for a while? There will be no time to sleep at night."

Muichiro shook his head: "No need, I'm full of sleep."

Aizawa Muha tilted his head slightly, then thought of something, and said with a smile: "Even if you want to kill ghosts, you must ensure enough sleep, otherwise Muichiro will not grow tall at his age."

Aizawa Muha said while gesticulating, with a bright smile on his face.But this sentence made Wuichiro stunned. After all, among the nine pillars, his height is considered the lowest.Even though he is young, he will grow up.But just in case... What if I don't grow taller?

Muichiro's expression suddenly became serious, and then he looked at the sky as if discouraged.It took a long time before he pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction: "My brother is also similar to me!"

"Pfft!" Aizawa Muha chuckled, but didn't take it seriously.

There was nothing to do, the two of them just sat in the corridor, chatting about daily things, and the whole morning passed.

Aizawa Muyu told the old lady that he didn't need to prepare his lunch, so at noon, Aizawa Muyu propped his chin and smiled while watching Wuichiro eat.

Because he eats a lot in one bite, his cheeks are bulging and fluctuate with his movements, like a hamster.

Aizawa Muyu chuckled softly: "Why eat so fast, and no one is robbing you."

Muichiro stopped, tried hard to swallow what was in his mouth, and then said, "Because Yu is waiting."

Seeing Wuichiro's expression that should be taken for granted, Aizawa Muha shook his head helplessly: "I don't know how to leave, so eat slowly."

"Oh—" Wuichiro took a mouthful, and he hesitated in response.Then the movement of eating slowed down.

"I want to eat wisteria flower dumplings—" Muichiro, who was sat down in the corridor to digest after eating, suddenly said.

Aizawa Wuyu, who was thinking about whether to trouble his mother-in-law to prepare some tea to digest food, was taken aback: "Didn't you just eat enough?"

"Hmm..." Muichiro lowered his head, "I just want to eat."

Aizawa Muha was completely helpless with such Muichiro, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, then I'll ask my mother-in-law to prepare some snacks for afternoon tea."

"It's not good to bother people all the time." Muichiro said solemnly.

Aizawa Muha was clearly sure, when he saw a certain moment, his pale blue eyes lit up.

"Then what to do, don't you want to eat?" Aizawa Muha said helplessly.

"I want to be made by Chiha." Muichiro said with bright eyes.

Aizawa Wuyu recalled it before finding out from his memory that he seemed to have learned from Aunt Masako, and the wisteria-flavored dumpling is a new taste that Aunt Masako specially thought up because he likes wisteria flowers.

She smiled nostalgicly, then stood up on her knees: "Okay, I'll just do it."

Muichiro's eyes became brighter, and there was an inexplicable smell all around him, but he looked very happy.

I borrowed the kitchen from the old lady, and the old lady happily agreed.

According to the only hands-on experience in his memory, Aizawa Wuyu walked into the kitchen conscientiously.

In the final analysis, his cooking skills have not been illuminated, but he has only mastered some basics.

While Muha Aizawa washed his hands and prepared flour.Muichiro, who went to pick wisteria flowers, came back. Fortunately, there were some in the yard, so there was no need to bother.

Looking at Muichiro, who was holding a wisteria flower in his hands, with an excited expression and eager to be praised, Aizawa Muha couldn't laugh or cry.

"Are you going to bald other people's wisteria? You don't need so many."

"Oh..." Muichiro was a little downcast.

"Okay, okay, forget it, save the rest for other functions." Aizawa Muha took it and said with a smile.

While talking, he started to remove the leaves and flowers from the mint green hair, and touched it.

The wide sleeves of the kimono were tied with rope, revealing pale and slender arms.

"Muichiro, come and tie up my hair." Aizawa Muha held up his long hair with his hands, and turned his head with some difficulty.

"En!" Wuyi walked over enthusiastically, then tiptoed to tie up the hair tie.

Aizawa Muha bowed his head cooperatively, with some curly long hair and a lot of volume, it was a little troublesome to manage.A certain ghost didn't realize the uniqueness of this posture at all, and his lower body looked like he was curled up in someone's arms.

It's been a long time since I touched it, and it's a little rusty, but it's still a stumbling start.

Muichiro stood behind and watched, and leaned forward directly from the back, resting his chin on Aizawa Muha's shoulder.

Aizawa Muha didn't mind very much, after all, the weight of a head is still affordable, and ghosts don't feel tired.

"Muichiro, help me bring the sugar." Aizawa Muha, who was kneading the flour with his head down, pointed without raising his head.

Muichiro responded, and then lazily stood up straight, just about to go to get the candy, but when he stood upright, he felt a pulling force.

"Hiss—" Aizawa Muha let out a cry of pain, and fell backwards.

A sudden pain in the scalp.

Turning his head with difficulty, he saw Muichiro tugging at the black hair hanging from his button with an anxious and guilty expression.

"Sorry! Yu, wait—"

Muichiro untied it in a hurry, and subconsciously moved closer to avoid pulling his scalp again.

Aizawa Muha covered his head with one hand, with a helpless expression on his face: "Cut it off."

"No! It will be fine soon."

Aizawa Muha sighed, smiled and leaned back, leaning his head on Muichiro's arms.

After a lot of fuss, I finally untied it, and then cut my hair again.

Although it was barely out of the oven, a lot of materials were wasted.

"Ah, I have to apologize to others, for causing trouble to others."

"Well, it would be nice to give some compensation, anyway, the salary is high." Muichiro said indifferently, and casually wiped off the eye-catching flour on the face of the person in front of him.

When the two returned with a plate of dumplings that didn't look very good, they found that the old woman had thoughtfully prepared a drink, which was warm sake.

The petals of the wisteria in the yard fluttered down, and some petals fell into the cup, rippling with ripples, reflecting a piece of purple, which was very harmonious.

Although it's sake, it doesn't feel like it's strong enough. It should be the old woman who is taking care of the minors.

Aizawa Muha ate one of the finished dumplings, wrapped some for Ichiro, and the rest went into Muichiro's stomach.

After tossing, it was already an afternoon. After dinner, the two said goodbye to the old woman and left.

The sun has not yet set, and the dark ghost is just about to move, waiting for the night to fall.