How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

"...join me."

Let us fulfill Mishima-kun's last wish and practice his unfulfilled ideals.

Fushin Yano raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Fukuji Sakurachi who stretched out his hand to her in front of him, his face was solemn and gloomy, his falcon-like eyes once concealed a bit of frustration, and now he looked at her expectantly.

Do you refuse...?

Refuse the opportunity to implement Mr. Mishima's ideas?

She thought with some contradictions in her heart, would Mr. Fudi really embark on the road of fighting against the country?Against the order and rules that you have tried your best to maintain?

Will it...

The picture of the naval military base flashed in Fuxin Yano's mind.

The sky was blue and the sea was calm.

Mr. Mishima and Mr. Fukuchi were sitting shoulder to shoulder and drinking wine on the coast. The wine jar was tilted to and fro, and she was also gulped down a few times.

Fukuchi Sakura, whose hair was pulled, begged for mercy repeatedly, wishing to hide behind Mr. Mishima's back and reduce her sense of existence.The two circled around Mr. Mishima in this way, and finally Sakurachi Fukuchi tripped her foot and flopped on the beach. It turned out that Mr. Mishima stretched out a foot and hooked it.

Fukuchi Sakura jumped up quickly, grabbed his hem and the two wrestled together, Fuxin Yano innocently choked on a mouthful of sand.

The result of the three people playing around was that they all returned to the base with dirty mud and sand. From then on, she and Mr. Mishima refused to play this mentally retarded game with Fukuchi Sakurachi.

That was the time before the battle at sea began.

Fuxin Yano's fingertips moved slightly, and a soft light that was almost sad flashed across the gray-blue eyes.

She was silent, and finally chose to catch Fukuchi Sakurachi's outstretched hand, and followed him slowly out of the prison room.

Looking at the tall and straight military uniform Fukuji beside her, she pondered for a while. Anyway, no one else can believe it. For now, let's think that Mr. Fukuji will really practice Mr. Mishima's philosophy.

If the calculation is wrong, the so-called price is nothing more than being imprisoned in another place.

Fukuji Sakurachi didn't let her join his unit "Hound Dog", but chose to integrate the forces left by the Fengxin family and let her wait quietly for the time being.

The forces belonging to the old aristocrats lost almost all their bargaining chips for this war that bet on the fate of the country.

Even the foundation on which the nobility relied was completely destroyed in the fierce resistance movement.

The change of regime symbolizes the end of an old era.

The decline of these forces, unwilling to give up, also chose to stay dormant.

It's like after a heavy rain, the former miasma was submerged under the noisy smoke, and it didn't dissipate completely, but it was powerless to recover.

After all, the times are rolling forward in the direction required by history without stopping.

The passage of more than ten years has gradually revived this decadent country after the war, but it was only a breath of life.

The darkness under the night will never dissipate.

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The rain in Qingqiu is soft and long like sorrow.

The gradually dimming sky is mixed with tiny raindrops, casting a colorful rainbow bridge.

In an inaccessible garden, there is a tombstone without words.

Fuxin Yano held up a paper umbrella and walked along the quiet and winding path, clogs stepped on the bluestone slabs, leaving imperceptible footsteps.

She was wearing a kimono made of Nishijin weaving, with a magnificent and magnificent picture of Mount Fuji embroidered on the hem behind her.The long hair that hangs down gently covers the tips of the ears, and grows along the waistline to the bend of the legs.

Bright red makeup is outlined at the end of the eyes, and the sky and sea are filled with gray-blue eyes.

The handle of the paper umbrella is decorated with wind chimes, which sway with a crisp sound.

The whole person is like a noble lady who came out of the Heianjing period, with ancient rhyme and lotus and graceful charm.

Da da da……

Fengxin Yaye stopped in front of the tombstone, his eyes were deep but peaceful, and the quiet atmosphere enveloped everything that was hazy and misty.

The breeze carried the fine raindrops with the coolness of autumn.

She stood silently, letting the hem of her clothes and long hair move with the wind.

"...It's that day again."

A voice came from behind, and Fukuchi Sakurachi appeared in military uniform.

There are traces of time on his face, but his body is still strong, and the unsheathed saber on his waist can make people feel the aura that has been polished to the extreme.

Fuxin Yano didn't look back, she raised her face slightly, and looked at the sky where the raindrops were getting smaller.

She pursed her lips and smiled.

"Isn't Mr. Genichiro here too?"

Fukuchi Sakura stared silently at the wordless tombstone, all the melancholy in her heart dissipated when she looked at Fushin Yano.

Over the years, he and Sakura have been working hard to practice Mishima's philosophy.

The country and order will no longer be obstacles, and the purgatory war will completely disappear, and no one can stop the progress of all this.

The once unattainable and illusory luxury has gradually become real.

He looked at Fengxin Yaye's tall and thin figure, and felt that the past ten or twenty years were not forgiving.

The ten-year-old girl is now the master behind the scenes of the country's highest authority.

There are so many people who support her, the old aristocrats, the supernatural secret service department, the military department...

Her summit means that these forces can grab greater benefits.

At the same time, this also means that she has the power of violence and order.

As long as she thinks about it, whether it is the system or the political power, everything will collapse like a gorgeous high-rise building.

These bustling fictions are as thin as paper, and can be completely destroyed with a light poke.

"Fukuji Genichiro, follow orders."

Fukuchi Sakura lowered her head towards the beautiful figure in kimono in front of her, and her heart was full of excitement and restraint that she was about to realize her long-cherished wish for many years.

Fushin Yano turned around and looked at Fukuchi Sakurachi.

There was a gentle and amazing smile on her face, and she looked carefully at the protector who had guarded her for nearly 20 years.

Her voice was calm but there was no thought of rebuttal.

"Then let everything that is an eyesore collapse more gracefully."

The drizzle dissipated, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled down.

Fushin Yano's gray-blue eyes carried the tranquility and tranquility after the bustling has come to an end.

Wars and countries will disappear, the order of the world will be re-evaluated, and everything will be written in the "book" of truth that cannot be changed.

Pressure from the clock tower, internal conflicts, nothing can hinder the progress of things.

The foundation of the world will be attached to the content of the "book", changing everyone's thinking and making the destruction of the country a matter of course.

Her eyes were cold, and there was a ray of light flowing in them. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something again, and her face was smudged with a startling smile.

The planned countdown is less than ten hours away.

Yokohama, this city with too many accidents, those people in it will definitely take action, right?

I just don't know how they will stop it.

Hmm, could it be the wet, sand-colored youth in windbreaker who was just fished out of the river last time?

Or the Mr. Detective who has the ability of "super reasoning"?

Or is it the "Aragami" born in the experimental base?

She is still looking forward to it.

The wind chime on the paper umbrella in his hand swayed slightly, and a crisp sound flowed out, echoing under the clear sky.

The author has something to say: This branch is actually the world where Fengxin seized power step by step and became the behind-the-scenes controller of the country under the guard of Fukuji Sakurachi. After that, Dazai sneaked in to prevent the tampering of the "book", and then blah blah blah...

It’s probably a ##摇控天下权权非常亲亲亲亲而住从美国的狗血故事## (bushi), my brain hole is really unmatched (cough cough)

Here Fengxin's character image (not experience) refers to Ozaki Hongye (scratching head)

...Hmm, why is the CP of Sakura × Fukuchi Sakurachi still a little bit good? (Wake yourself up.jpg)

The next chapter is the normal plot!

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In addition, I have started school, and I will have classes the day after tomorrow. This month, there will be CET-[-] and computer rank exams...

I, I will try my best (QWQ)

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