They all think I'm a boss

When Fujikawa returned to Honmaru, several elderly people were sitting on the porch drinking tea.

It is already mid-June, but the cherry blossom trees in the yard are in full bloom. The complicated pink flowers are piled up on the thin branches. When a gust of wind blows, the cherry blossoms bloom on the trees. The rain sprinkled Fujikawa Toki all over his head and face.

Fujikawa patted off the petals sticking to his hair, wondering if it's time to change the scenery, they have passed the spring for more than half a year.

"Oh, Ah Shi is back."

San Riyue put down the teacup in her hand, and looked at the white figure in the courtyard with a smile.

At the beginning, Mikazuki, like other knife spirits in Honmaru, called Fujikawa "Master". I don't know when the old man started calling him by his first name.

Fujikawa Toki himself didn't care much about the way of addressing him. In fact, the title "Master" was also called by these swordsmen on their own.

At the beginning, when he was called "Master" by these knives, he even felt an inexplicable sense of shame, but he got used to it after being called more times.

Tonbokiri walked over from the corner of the corridor. They also just came back from the Honmaru Cafe. When he was about to report the related matters to his lord, Fujikawa waved his hand and motioned him to tell Hase about this matter. You can just cut the head or the candlestick, so you don't need to tell him.

"Is my lord ready to go back to the room to rest?"

Ying Wan put down the teacup in her hand, and looked over here.

"Ah."

Fujikawa nodded, with a hint of sleepiness in his voice.

"Go back and catch up on sleep."

"My lord seems to be lethargic recently."

Candlestick stared at Fujikawa's gradually receding figure, with a slightly worried expression on his face.

"Probably because of our relationship."

Tonbogiri's complexion was slightly heavy.

The Token Fusangshen were originally revealed to protect history, but now that the time-traveling army has been wiped out and the Government of Time has collapsed, their group of Token Fusangshen should have disappeared along with the two.

However, in order to make up for Fujikawa Toki, Toki no Government allowed him to keep this group of fusangshen, so they didn't disappear like other fusangshen in Honmaru.

However, the existence of Fusangshen requires the support of spiritual power. After the Government of Time/Government collapses, these spiritual powers can only be provided by the god judge himself.

To maintain a whole Honmaru of Fusangshen, a lot of spiritual power is needed, and Fujikawa Toki himself has plenty of spiritual power, which is not a problem for him, but the consumption of spiritual power will always bring some side effects.

For example, you may become drowsy easily.

After moving Honmaru to Yokohama, Toki Fujikawa extended his daily sleep time from ten hours to fifteen hours.

These fifteen hours do not have to be continuous, he can completely sleep halfway through, get up for a meal, and then continue to sleep, as long as he can sleep for a full fifteen hours a day.

But there is one thing, Fujikawa must wake up naturally when he wakes up, if it is due to other external reasons that wake him up, please refer to the robbers who have been lying in a hospital bed and have been unconscious so far.

Apart from becoming a little drowsy, Fujikawa Toki didn't seem to have any other side effects, but even so, the knives were still worried about their protagonist's drowsiness.

"Even so, we wanted to stay."

Sanriyue held the simple pottery teacup in her hand, and looked up at the tall cherry tree in the courtyard of unknown age. Layers of pink and white flowers piled up on the thin branches like clouds, and the soft petals fluttered with the breeze. Into the light green tea, swinging a circle of small ripples.

"Yes."

Candlestick cut let out a slight sigh.

Even so, they still wanted to stay and stay by that person's side.

……

The popularity of "Honmaru Cafe" did not cool down with the passage of time, but because of its willful scheduling system, it once again exploded on the Internet.

Except for those short sword wakizashi who looked like minors, a certain legal wife and a few elderly old swords, the other sword masters were all taken to the Honmaru Cafe to do coolies.

However, due to the fact that there are too many knives in Honmaru, except for Tobokiri, the signature kanban man of the Honmaru Cafe, who is a permanent employee, the working days of other knives are not fixed. The week was rescheduled to Friday.

The hottest topic on the Internet about the Honmaru Cafe is what types of handsome guys will appear the next day. Just like smoking a blind box, the waiters you will meet when you go to that cafe are all random.

The explosion of the Honmaru Cafe naturally attracted lemons from the same industry. It didn’t take long for more than a dozen coffee shops to follow the operating system of the Honmaru Cafe in Yokohama.

In the final analysis, the biggest selling point of Honmaru Cafe is the group of handsome guys who are so handsome that people can't close their legs.

It's not hard to find a handsome waiter, and it's not hard to find a group of handsome waiters, but a group of handsome guys who have their own style and are not greasy and artificial can only be found in Dreams or Honmaru Cafe.

Seeing that the success of the Honmaru Cafe could not be replicated, some unscrupulous colleagues also made crooked ideas while chasing lemons.

Every city has its dark side that is unknown. As the largest port city in Japan, the complexity of people in Yokohama is far higher than in other places. The dark forces lurking in the shadows are always around the corner.

Most of these people are desperadoes who regard legal rules as dung. As long as they are given enough money, they can do no matter how many things they can't get on the table.

It was just smashing a small coffee shop. For them, it was as simple as crushing an ant with bare hands.

Apparently both buyers and sellers who made the deal thought so.

But after the evil forces they sent were lying in the hospital wave after wave, these people finally realized that something was wrong.

This Honmaru Cafe is not as weak and deceitful as they imagined...

"This is already the third time this week."

While cleaning the glass, Mitechu pointed at the police car that was gradually going away, his brows were vaguely worried.

"Why are people always attacking us recently? Have we provoked someone we shouldn't have?"

"Isn't it only three times? There's nothing to worry about."

Jiro Tachi replied casually while painting his nails with golden nail polish.

"But today is only Wednesday..."

Yu Techu was a little speechless.

"Anyway, the policemen don't bother to question us now, which is a good thing for us."

The Japanese number leaned on the bar with one hand, lazily looking at Fujikawa Totoko who was sitting in the corner.

"You say yes, my lord."

"Ah."

Fujikawa nodded, "That's good."

But as the number of attacks on coffee shops increased, the Yokohama police/police became numb to this kind of thing. At first they would interrogate carefully, but later they just asked a few casually, and now they are too lazy to ask. , directly drove the group of attackers to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment, and when they woke up, they were put directly in prison.

With the change of the attitude of the police/police, Fujikawa Toki's behavior style has also changed from being cautious at the beginning to being casual now. Just beat him unconscious, strip him naked, and throw him on the street to wait for the police/police to recover.

Yokohama is a rather wonderful city. This city is performing crime scenes almost every day, sometimes in dark and damp alleys, sometimes in busy streets, sometimes in small In the coffee shop, the sound of guns and screams intertwined into the most common melody in this city.

Compared with Tokyo, which has strict regulations, Fujikawa Toki prefers this port city with simple folk customs.

……

"My lord doesn't seem to be very sleepy today."

When Tobogiri made a cup of sweet milk for Fujikawa, their protagonist was a kid who didn't like bitter things, so I don't know why he thought of opening a coffee shop.

"I went to bed early last night."

Fujikawa Totoki raised his hand and pinned the mask on his face to the side of his head, and held it up when the temperature of the sweet milk reached a level that was not hot.

Although they have seen it many times, every time they see the face of their lord, they will feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Even if they want to turn their eyes to other places to divert their attention, they are not willing to look away from that face. leave.

It wasn't until Fujikawa finished drinking the sweet milk in the cup and straightened the white fox face again that several of them breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Jiro found some small wine jars out of nowhere. He looked at the people present and smiled like a cat stealing fish.

"I said, it's rare that the lord is not sleepy today, and it's off-duty time, why don't we have a drinking party before returning to Honmaru."

The people on duty at the coffee shop today happened to be alcohol lovers in Honmaru. Hearing Jiro's suggestion, several of them were a little moved for a while, but they were not attracted by the very tempting vocabulary of "drinking meeting". Confused, before nodding in agreement, they did not forget to go back and ask their lord for advice.

"can."

Fujikawa Toki has never been interested in this kind of alcoholic products, but he thinks he is an enlightened and good leader, and he will not restrict the drinking of the knives in this pill.

They can drink whatever they want as long as they don't go crazy after drinking it.

Fortunately, these knives in Honmaru have a good capacity for alcohol and good wine quality. So far, they haven't had a drunken madness. At best, they lie on the table and talk in their dreams.

After getting permission from their lords, these knife spirits completely let go of their ego, and held a drinking party with great interest.

At the same time, a young man in a black suit stood at the door of Honmaru Cafe.

The young man raised his hand and pressed the black wide-brimmed top hat on top of his head, and his orange-red hair was casually draped over his shoulders.

"Is it here?"

Those azure blue eyes stared at the eye-catching signboard at the entrance of the coffee shop, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"The rumored Honmaru Cafe."

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