[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

"Do you want me to go with you?" Aizawa Muha stretched out his hand to straighten Rimuichiro's clothes, and asked with his head tilted.

"No need." Wuichiro shook his head: "You can come back before dawn, not far away. Yu can rest here first, and you can ask Yin if you have any questions."

"Yeah." Aizawa Wuha didn't hesitate, and nodded with a smile: "Be careful all the way."

When night came, everyone became active instead.After all, ghosts act at night.

All the swordsmen who were resting in the Xiazhu mansion set off in twos and threes, and the remaining Yin members also began to get busy, preparing for all logistical work.

"Is there anything else Aizawa-sama needs?" Yin asked with his head bowed.

"No, thank you." Aizawa Muha shook his head.

Aizawa Muha took off the mask after the hidden members stepped back.

Although I know that they have already seen it, but the form still needs to be followed.

Sitting cross-legged on the tatami, next to the prepared tea and some snacks.There are some books on the small table, all of which are old and somewhat yellowed.

Under the light of the warm halo, the pale hands flipped the paper regularly, and the black eyelashes drooped.

Looking at the height of the moon rising outside, Aizawa Muha pressed the book with a bookmark, then stood up with the empty teacup and saucer, and walked out.

There were hidden movements outside, and the movements were regular and quick to prepare the necessities.

The promenade outside was not lit up, but small lights were lit for viewing, which made the promenade look a little dark, but it felt very warm.

Put on the fox mask on your face, and then put the teacup and other things in the kitchen according to your memory.

A faint smell of blood lingered in his nose, Aizawa Muha paused and walked towards the source.

A swordsman came back, but Bu Xin was wounded.The wound was deep, but not vital.

One Yin is dealing with it, and the other Yin is going to get a change of team uniforms, because they are already tattered.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Aizawa Muha asked.

Hikari hesitated for a while, but because of the shortage of manpower, he agreed.After all, everyone has their own business to attend to.

"Okay, sorry for the trouble, Aizawa-sama."

"No need." Aizawa Wuha walked over: "I can do something."

"Ah, my lord, please hold him down for me."

The injured swordsman tried hard to endure, with blue veins and sweat on his forehead.Because he hurt his waist, Aizawa Muha thought for a while and pressed his shoulder directly, because he still has some experience in bandaging.

However, before the hidden members began to bandage, the swordsman who was held down suddenly burst out, and his eyes lost focus.

"Ghost, it's a ghost! Ah, I'm going to kill the ghost!"

Aizawa Muha was stunned for a moment, only to realize that this swordsman should have just escaped from the hands of the ghost, and his heart has not calmed down yet.And his hands are cold, and he has a ghostly breath on his body.

Before Aizawa Muha opened his mouth to explain, the swordsman who was dominated by fear had already struggled to pick up the sun wheel sword next to him and swung it over.

The strange-colored eyes widened, and they were too close.Moreover, if you dodge, you may accidentally injure Yin, and it may aggravate his injury——

I saw the blade reflecting the light, and then brought a touch of bright blood.

"Hmm." Aizawa Muyu snorted softly, and then slapped him unconscious with a snappy palm.

The white skirt was stained red with blood, and then through the hands that were covering it, it was smudged.

"My lord!" Yin member said in a panic before he had time to attend to the knocked out swordsman.

"It's nothing, I forgot about this hidden danger." Aizawa Muyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I can only trouble you to deal with this swordsman first, sorry for the trouble."

"But, my lord, your wound—" Yin holding the bandage, her tone worried.

"Hush!" Aizawa Muha tied his index fingers through the mask: "I'm a ghost, and I will recover soon."

Then, before Yin could react, he took the first step to leave.

Holding the bandage behind him, Yin murmured, "I know...but it still hurts."

Hurriedly finding an empty room, Aizawa Muha tore off the bloody clothes.

The wound has healed, but the blood on the white clothes is a bit dazzling.

Wiping off the rest of the blood on his body, he changed into a bathrobe and walked out with the clothes on his hands.

In order not to be smelled by Muichiro's nose, Aizawa Muha went to stand under the wisteria tree for a while.But it's a pity that the dress, in fact, I really like it.It is very comfortable to wear and I like the color.

The clothes have been dealt with, and then went to the nest meeting room before Wuichiro came back, and then began to dislike himself for being nosy.

After Muichiro came back, it was already dawning, he had a quick wash, ate something and fell asleep.

Before going to bed, he still hugged Aizawa Wuyu for a long time, which once made Aizawa Wuyu wonder if he had been spotted.

The next day, Muichiro slept until noon.Aizawa Muha didn't shout either, since there was nothing to do during the day anyway.

Looking at Aizawa Muha who was still wearing a yukata sitting in the yard, Muichiro asked.

Aizawa Muha touched his nose with some guilt, and laughed: "Because wearing this is more comfortable..."

"Really." Muichiro was distracted for a while, and then continued to lie back on the table.

"I'm really, really sorry!" A swordsman bent over at ninety degrees with a sincere tone.

Aizawa Muha was stunned for a moment before he remembered who it was.

"It's okay, it's fine. Be careful of your wound." Aizawa Muha waved his hand.

"No, please allow me to solemnly apologize! I'm really sorry! Yesterday, my lord was very kind, but I repaid my kindness with revenge."

Then, after Aizawa Muha repeatedly emphasized that it really doesn't matter, the swordsman stepped back with a guilty expression on his face.

Aizawa Muha smiled slightly, then shook his head.

Looking at the new kimono prepared by Yin, Muha Aizawa was slightly stunned.Without it, it's just because the suit is too familiar.

Ginkgo-colored striped kimono, with scattered ginkgo leaves on the corners.

This color is the color of a kimono he often wore in the past. When he first got it, he disliked it for a while. After all, he always felt that he was not suitable for light colors at that time. They are all light colors.

Provoking an arc, Wu Yu took it.

"My lord... I can't find that color, I can only find a pattern with a similar color..."

"It's nothing, thank you, I like it very much." Aizawa Muha didn't put on a mask, anyway, the person in front of him had already been identified.

Yin breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you like it, my lord, I'm really sorry last time."

"It's nothing, just small things."

After sending Kin away, Aizawa Muha stared at the kimono for a long time before changing the yukata on his body.

The clothes are very suitable, it should be said that Yin is already familiar with these things.

As for whether it's a coincidence or not, it doesn't make much sense to think about that.

After returning, Muichiro paused slightly as he looked at the person waiting for him sitting in the corridor.The familiar figure overlapped with the figure in memory for a moment...

"Welcome back, Muichiro."

"Well. I'm back."

The task of the previous day was quickly completed, so Wuichiro woke up just after dawn the next day, just in time to see Aizawa Muha holding a somewhat unfamiliar nursing knife.

Muichiro sat over, watched the man seriously doing what he was doing, and after watching for a while, he also embraced his own knife.

After both of them finished handling their knives, it was already time for breakfast.

Muichiro went to have breakfast, while Aizawa Muha continued to stay in the room, fiddling with knives.

Muichiro's knife is white with a faint blue tint, while his own is silver, the color is a bit similar, but they can still be distinguished.Especially in sunlight, the contrast is more obvious.

"Would you like to have a round?" Aizawa Muha held the handle of the knife and said with a smile.

"Okay." Muichiro also held the handle of the knife, showing a faint smile.

In the yard, the two blades intersected, bringing up a cloud of dust and sand.

The similar silver and white are intertwined, reflecting each other's serious eyes.

It is useless and full of effort, but it is serious and important.

The crescent moon under the sun looks a little illusory and hazy, but the power it brings cannot be underestimated.

Unanimously, the two stopped their hands at the same time, and then looked at each other and smiled.

"Feather, very strong."

"Wuichiro is the one, very talented, very powerful." Aizawa Muha said with a smile, his face under the sun was a bit dazzling.

It is true that Wuichiro is stronger, with amazing talent, and he is only 14 years old, so amazing.

If you're not serious, you can't compare to Muichiro.And he still has unlimited improvement talent and potential.

Both of them let out a breath, then retracted their knives and nestled back.

Muichiro sat for a while, then simply gave up and leaned over skillfully.Aizawa Muha also skillfully changed his posture, and then spread the book on the floor.

For a long time, no one spoke, and it was quiet for a while.

Then, the person leaning against Aizawa Muha turned his eyes, leaned over, and lay on the floor, just pressing down on the book on the floor, while the hand that was stretched out to flip the book was frozen in the air, and then was held.

Aizawa Muha froze for a moment, then smiled.Looking at Wuichiro who looked like a rascal, his eyes were full of doting: "What are you doing?"

"I want to lie down." Muichiro held Aizawa Muha's hand, not letting go.Looking into the eyes of different colors as it should be, without guilt.

Aizawa Muha smiled helplessly, then stretched out the other hand to gently stroke Muichiro's hair: "I want to sleep on the bed, the floor is cold."

"I don't want to sleep." Muichiro gently rubbed his cool hand on his forehead, narrowing his eyes.

"Ichiro should be here in a few days." Aizawa Muha thought for a while and asked.

"Well, my brother has a lot of tasks, otherwise he could have rushed over earlier." Muichiro changed his posture and rested his head on the knee of the person next to him.

"Hmm." Aizawa Muha fell into deep thought, and the movements of his hands stopped.

"What's wrong?" Muichiro raised his eyes curiously.

"It's nothing." Aizawa Muha showed a relieved expression, and smoothed his long mint green hair: "I was just wondering how Xin Zhu is doing now."

"It's a lot taller." Wuichiro thought for a while and replied, "And he's matured a lot."

"Really." Aizawa Muha lowered his eyes.

"Well, I've grown up a lot." Muichiro tried hard to recall: "However, because we also have missions, we haven't seen him for a long time."

"Yeah." Aizawa Muha smiled: "So let's go together."

"Um--"