[Comprehensive] I regard you as a friend

The strange ancient environment, the high and cold walls cut off all the sights of the world that wanted to see the outside world.

Wearing cumbersome but gorgeous clothes, spending every day in strict teaching etiquette and learning, like a delicate puppet that has been wound up, although it is beautiful, it has no freedom and vitality.

Xingyi didn't know why he was in such an environment, with such an appearance, behind the glamorous image of aristocrats, there was a deep dullness and loneliness.

He is the young master locked in this magnificent mansion, the next heir of the Yin-Yang family, but even if he is required and trained to be an absolutely rational and elegant heir, he is only a young boy, and he will still secretly hide when the servants can't find him. Time to climb the tallest tree.

Even after it was discovered later, the tree was cut down by the owner, his father, but before that, he also encountered an accident in this kind of life because of this tree.

The man who suddenly appeared under the cherry blossom tree had a pair of beautiful eyes like crescent moons, and the elegance of his body seemed to melt into his bones and blood. He just raised his hand to cover his lips and looked up at him, showing a standard and elegant aristocratic demeanor.

It is the level that he has not yet reached in his daily study.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand to the person below, as if he wanted to know whether the person who appeared out of thin air was real, and asked with a little curiosity and excitement: "Who are you?"

The strong wind suddenly picked up, and among the falling cherry blossoms, the little boy didn't notice for a moment, the hand holding the tree trunk loosened, and his body was unstable as if he was about to fall. When he saw the man below stretching out his hand, his eyes Slightly startled, looking at the eyes of the golden crescent moon, getting closer and closer in a trance, Fengliu rang in his ears.

When he came back to his senses, he was already hugged by this strange man who suddenly appeared. This kind of behavior was too intimate. Even when he had a clear memory, no one, even including his parents, did this to him. move.

Before he subconsciously jumped out of the opponent's arms, those strong hands gently placed him on the ground to let you loosen, and looked at him with a downcast smile.

"Thank you." Realizing that the sudden appearance was suspicious, Xingyi took a step back, but still politely thanked him out of habit.

Before he could continue speaking, the man suddenly disappeared in place.

ghost?But he didn't notice that kind of breath from him.

Koichi thought this was the only time he saw each other.

But in the following days, he found that the person always appeared in front of him at unexpected times, but he seemed unable to speak, as if he was restricted by something, but every time he sat in the room after being reprimanded, He sat quietly beside him, his slender hands stretched out from his sleeves, like a kind elder, brushing his long hair little by little, looking at him with a smile, as if silently comforting him .

Gradually, he got used to this man who suddenly appeared and disappeared, and he didn't tell others about the existence of this man.

Because for him, this is his only secret in this breathless mansion, his friend, his secret.

Year after year, the cherry blossoms bloomed and withered, but he has turned from a young boy into a handsome boy with the passage of time, and he has also started to go out to represent his family. Although he is a young man, the city is full of people Can and.

And beside him, he could still see that person from time to time. Although the two had never talked, their eyes could already understand each other's meaning.However, even so, he only saw the name written by the other party on the paper.

Others, maybe the other party doesn't want to write, maybe they can't write.

Until the very end, he died because he was unable to regain the powerful demon king who was rampant and raging.

In the environment that became dilapidated after the demon king rioted and fought with him, the young man whose spiritual power had been exhausted was hugged tightly by the man who suddenly appeared again. His wide sleeves wiped away the redness of the wound, and he pursed his lips hard. , showing the same soft smile as usual: "It's you.".

It was such a real death again, bit by bit, the breathing gradually weakened, the heartbeat slowed down and stopped, and finally when the darkness really came, I heard the voice of that person.

"My name is Sanri Yue Zongjin."

"Lord."

The picture suddenly fluctuated like flowers in a mirror and moon in water. Xingyi knew that the dream should wake up, or in other words, the memory about him should end here.

Opening his eyes again, he was held in his arms by a man whose appearance was exactly the same as before, without a trace of change, just like when he died, trembling slightly, he was in a trance, as if he had returned to the last scene of his dream, He couldn't even tell whether this was a dream or reality.

But he instinctively smiled at this close friend who had been with him for a long time and even appeared at the first time when he died: "Mr. Sanriyue."

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As for Sanriyue, when he was sleeping in the sword and hadn't met the god judge who could transform into form, he suddenly felt the huge and gentle spiritual power, and after a while, he saw clearly when he had form. The first scene seen.

In a strange environment in a different world, among the falling cherry blossoms, the huge and gentle spiritual power that awakened him came from the child sitting on the tree.

He raised his head and glanced at it, but it was like hitting a stone on a flat lake, breaking something in an instant.

This is a young but powerful lord.

Although he didn't understand why he would appear next to the young boy from time to time, but to exaggerate, he was watching how the boy grew up and how he became better step by step.And he obviously wanted to speak, but he seemed to be prohibited by something and couldn't make a sound. He even picked up a pen and wanted to communicate with the other party by writing, but he couldn't write anything except his name.

But this does not affect his getting along with the other party, because more often, that child seems to just need company, from vigilance and doubts, to later whenever he sees him, those light orange pairs no longer maintain the rigorous and cold look like outsiders. Color, and a slight warmth.

Let him look at it, and a strange but real warmth arises from his heart.

He knew what this child was carrying. The powerful and terrifying talent, the sole heir of the Yin-Yang family, made outsiders and even family members treat him extra cautiously, always with a hint of fear.

However, this is the master who awakened him.

Even if he was bound and imprisoned by the shackles of the past when he was young, he would still show gentle eyes because of a sincere and kind thank you and a smile.

The color of that soul, even after such a long time, allows him to recognize it at a glance.

It's just that, as a sword, he clearly identified who his master is, but in the end he couldn't hold it in his hands, let alone... pull him back from the vortex of death.

He will always remember the scene where he hugged the cold body of the young man in his arms, and he could speak but could never get a response or a smile from the other party.

And after that, he never went to that other world again. He finally understood that he could appear because that person wanted to see him, and the fallen person was no longer there.

I am willing to be the sharp blade in your hand, and cut off all filthy things for you.

No one has ever known that the owner of his famous sword, one of the five swords, and the hands he most wants to be held by is a person who does not exist in history, does not exist in anyone's memory, and only he knows it.

He watched helplessly as the man stopped breathing and died little by little in front of him, but he was powerless. That kind of regret almost overwhelmed all his emotions.

I don't know how long it took, so long that he almost thought that what he had experienced was a dream, and when the abnormal movement happened again when the God Judge destroyed the world, he even had an almost strange intuition, this familiar feeling The feeling made him persist desperately, and finally fell into this world in a strong distortion, and at the same time, he felt the familiar spiritual power that he could hardly believe.

is that you

After going through a lot, he didn't dare to confirm it.

Until now, he looked at the familiar face of the boy in his arms, and the crow feather-like long eyelashes of the boy who closed his eyes trembled slightly. In the next second, that only existed in his dusty memory, even if he just gently opened it, it would be too late. The warm eyes that made him feel a pain in his heart opened, and the light orange reflected his current appearance.

He spoke with the same gentle tone as at that time, like a dense and soft net, weaving people in it without knowing it.

"Mr. Mikazuki."

Sanri Yuezong suppressed the violent beating of his heart, slightly bent his eyes, tightened his arms, and lowered his head deeply, resting on the boy's chest.

This is the voice he has prayed for countless times.

what he initially identified.

My lord.

It's really, really great to meet you again.

From now on, I will be by your side, protect you, and never let you suffer any harm in front of my eyes.

It can be said that they are people who met again after a long time—although the two sides seem to have different definitions of their identities, a close friend and a master or something.

However, when you are in such an action, have you forgotten that there is another person next to you→→.

Tsurumaru never knew exactly what happened between the two of them, but let him watch Mikazuki Zongjin hugging the young lord like this... Hehe.

Tsurumaru raised his "bright" smiling face and raised his body sword: "Mikazuki-kun, can you please take back the hands on the master's waist and neck immediately? Huh?"

"Oh? I don't think it's natural for Tsurumaru-kun to interrupt my communication with the master?"

There seems to be a strange vibe flowing between the two knives.

Koichi was a little unresponsive.

When he reacted, he blurted out the words to stop him: "You two, don't use your abilities here!"