Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

"what happened?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi seldom sees a tired and tired little girl, the hair on the top of her head has drooped, and she looks pitiful.

Fortunately, it didn't rain that day, otherwise Shiori, who was entangled in the rain, must be a weak, pitiful and helpless cat.

"tired--"

She elongated the tail tune, but she didn't mean to be sweet and tender on purpose, but her voice was very light.

Tired, the kind that can't be saved by taking a sip of Mr. Fukuzawa.

In fact, it's not too much, but I just tried the virtualization that I haven't used for a long time at the bottom of the box, and I always feel that there may be a similar existence in my consciousness space waiting for me to fight.

Even the high probability is not that you can't beat it, the key is just annoying.

Although she can guarantee that her body does not need to be suppressed by many people when the dream is blurred after she has mastered the dream, but the fighting method of the virtual is always brutal and direct.

She has always wanted to be a harmless long-range Archer(?) since she was 20 years old, but using Aether is destined to become a melee.

This incident tells us that it's okay not to pretend to be b casually.

Still use the power that has never been used to install b.

"Still hungry—"

The hot spring eggs and Bliss steamed buns I brought were used as tributes, and I started to walk around from the beginning again. I ate some snacks, but I didn’t eat much of the staple food.

It was getting dark, and the winter days are always short.

Shiori didn't lean on for a long time, she got up again and stepped on the water back and forth.

It's just that relatively speaking, he seemed a little absent-minded, with a bit of confusion in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Let's go shopping separately."

Seeing this scene around her, Yosano Akiko smiled.He took a step ahead and pulled away Mr. Ranbu who was beside him.

"I heard that there will be a temple fair tonight, Dazai, let's go to a bar tonight."

With the steps, other people also dispersed in twos and threes.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was still sitting there with her.

Shiori had stopped playing in the water, and was lifting her shoes from one side, intending to put them on again.

There are still a few drops of water on the delicate white and tender toes, and a casual flick can almost create a streamline, and it gets into the white cotton socks at will, and then plans to stick into the fleece boots like this.

Fukuzawa Yukichi finally couldn't bear it anymore and sighed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Shiori's slender ankle with some strength. The cotton white socks were already a little wet, and the deep and shallow circular watermarks were clinging to the skin.

The cold wind blew past, making Shiori, who didn't feel anything at all, shiver involuntarily.

"Still like a child."

Holding the ankle that was getting cold with warm hands, he took off the wet socks and waited for the water to dry.

Because she was suddenly naked//exposed to the air, her toes subconsciously retracted, straightened and tightened, there was a crackling sound at the toes, and the instep was almost translucent white.

Fukuzawa Yukichi put the towel over Shiori's instep and wiped it gently.

No matter how light the movement is, it will be brought to the soles of the feet unconsciously.

"Oops, itches."

But the other party was unmoved, making sure that the toes were covered with heat.

Just stuff Shiori back into the fluffy boots.

Because he has been taking care of Luanbu for a long time, his movements are still quite proficient. After all this is done, he realizes that there is a girl beside him.

"hey-hey."

The little girl didn't feel anything at all, she was used to being taken care of, and she was not in the state, so she just smiled naively.

"Let's go somewhere to eat."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was a little embarrassed, because Shiori, who seemed to be still wandering, blinked blankly, and turned to look at him inexplicably.

"it is good."

Nod obediently.

Shiori is quite easy to feed, after all, she doesn't have any particularly picky eating habits, holding octopus balls, her cheeks are bulging.

Although he said he was hungry, he actually ate at a leisurely pace, probably due to his small mouth.

Probably because I have enough energy, the state of being vague and understanding is slowly lifted, and the highlights in the eyes are back, the first reaction.

Eh?

No.

Did something just happen?

"President, what are you, ah no, when are you by my side???"

???

The two were confused by each other, not knowing what to say.

"You just been in a daze?"

"Hmm... After seeing ghosts, cough, Mr. Kagachi, it seems that maybe..."

Shiori raised her head and thought about it carefully. In fact, she still had memories at that time, but she acted entirely on instinct.

So, the Kurosaki family just can't get along with the word "instinct".

The Buddha has been in her body for so many years, and he has lived well in her body, and he has never made a fuss about her.

Probably also a Buddhist salted fish?

That's the best, no need to fight.

Come, come, master and servant, Buddha together.

If they have similar tastes, maybe they can be right sisters. (bu)

Originally, Kirako was also a good time to pick it. After visiting the hot spring tour of Hell Parade, the night is coming to celebrate the Christmas fireworks temple fair.

They walked all the way, just when they arrived at the venue, the decoration of the temple fair was basically over, the lights were brightly lit, and the colorful lights were wrapped around the passing branches, and the atmosphere began to become lively.

Although Shiori didn't change into the appropriate kimono, the people around her are the same kimono for thousands of years.

The temperature is a bit cold.

Shiori picked the last steaming octopus ball and handed it to Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Sorry, sorry, I just troubled you."

Uh, the slick honorifics haven't been changed yet.

"No trouble."

Fukuzawa Yukichi took the ball from his mouth and rubbed Shiori's hair.

"If you need help with anything, don't keep it in your heart."

"Okay. Mr. Fukuzawa..."

Shiori pondered for a moment, then put away Yasashi who was about to blurt out.

No, how can I like him even more because of Asahi.

So superficial! (bu)

"There's a lottery game over there."

She immediately changed her words, and just happened to see a shop out of the corner of her eye.

Because of her innate lucky A attribute, Shiori is invincible in all major lottery games, smiling happily.

Therefore, most of the prizes are "pseudo-garbage" that is a pity to take it back and take up space and lose it.

"Shiori is really amazing."

I've won the prize, I've won the prize, in fact, every time I draw a game, her luck is very good.

Mentally speaking, he praised the award, but his expression began to become a little proud.

"So you don't have to worry about things that are not worth worrying about if you are blessed by the goddess of luck."

Fukuzawa Yukichi is serious.

"puff--"

For some reason, I remembered Ranpo's "black-rimmed glasses that were opened by the host or the master" (actually bought from a hundred yen store), and Shiori was suddenly poked at the point of laughter.

"Did Fukuzawa-kun act like this at the beginning?"

"The two of you are different, and I can clearly distinguish this point."

The man's steady voice is like the thickest string of a violin, deep and restrained, also with a little smile and helplessness.

"It's been a long time, hard work."

"what?"

"The thing about the combination is because I was worried that I changed the ticket and changed the itinerary."

It just so happened that there was a rush of pedestrians on the road, and a couple held hands and ran towards the stall in front of them, and they were about to bump into the two who just stopped to talk.

Fukuzawa Yukichi reached out and skillfully pulled Shiori into his arms.

The embrace with the fragrance of soap is warm and wide.

boom.

Shiori blinked frantically, her cheeks instantly flushed red.

you you you……

You cheat!

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For the rest of the way, Shiori was basically in a state of high spirits. Sure enough, the level of the president's energy absorbed by him was completely different from the level that the other party directly picked up. He was so energetic that he felt that he could do it again.

Master Ghost Lantern was also at the temple fair, and he seemed to have a soft spot for the game of catching goldfish. After all, he is a lover of snapdragon grass, so it is understandable.

Seeing that the owner of the goldfish stall had already shown an almost desperate expression, Shiori and him nodded at each other, and pulled Fukuzawa Yukichi away again.

Although she would like to try fishing for goldfish, it's better not to put too much pressure on the small shop that is not rich.

"That gentleman?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi also let her pull him.

"Did Mr. Dazai or Kunikida ever tell you that I'm half a shinigami?"

"Ah, it seems. So Mr. Kagachi isn't human?"

"He is Lord Yan Mo's assistant officer. He is a ghost, but he is from another world. If ordinary people in Japan in this world do not do too much evil, they will usually go to the world of corpses and souls."

After all, there are even supernatural abilities in this world, and it doesn't seem so unacceptable to have strange settings.

Fukuzawa Yukichi readily accepted this setting, but the point is——

"Shizhi has a lot of contacts."

The high school classmates are kings, there is a girlfriend who is the daughter of a business and political family, and now there is an assistant officer in hell.

"Because my main job is in current affairs, Mr. Silver Wolf should have heard of it in his previous work?"

She deliberately picked the title Fukuzawa Yukichi once used when working for the government, raising her eyebrows.

"Ah, no wonder."

Fukuzawa Yukichi did have some understanding of this organization with considerable status in Shinto and high-ranking officials. Although he didn't know much about it, he at least knew that most of the employees were said to be non-human.

In addition, he has been to Inoue's house many times, and he can always hear some familiar names.

He also practiced ancient martial arts since he was a child, and he knows the names of swords quite well.

One or two may be coincidence and chance.

and so……

The elders of the Shiori family may all be... knives?

No wonder he has his own views and opinions on kendo.

Those young people who drink tea with him are all national treasures?And they are even treasures that have gone through hundreds of years and are used to the changes of time.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt a little honored.

However, among these people/blades, why are there still obsessed with low-level pranks?

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder you don't care much about the clinic you run, and you don't aim at making money at all. It turns out that the main job is not a doctor."

This is true.

And she can do whatever she wants, and she can shut it off as soon as she wants.

Anyway, I don't rely on the clinic to make money for food, but.

"I have a medical degree, and I should have a lot of documents."

"I believe."

Shiori, who didn't want to talk too much at this point, turned on her attention-diversion mechanism again.

"There's a water polo fishing stall over there, do you want to play with that?"

While talking about how miserable the owner of the goldfish stall encountered a ghost lamp, squatting by the pool for more than half an hour and making the owner of the water polo stall cry is something Shiori can do.

The innocent girl looked at the water polo piled up at her feet around her, she was relieved, and found that it was useless to hold so many.

"Ah...that."

The boss greeted him immediately with awe-inspiring eyes.

"I can't take that much."

Uh-huh.

The boss nodded frantically, looking forward to Shiori's next sentence, pick a favorite, and keep the rest.

No problem, no problem, little girls generally have difficulty choosing, so it’s okay to take away four or five of your favorites!

"Well……"

"So, can you put it in a big bag?"

Expectations were dashed in an instant.

A sharp drop.

He just wanted to run a small business in peace, and he shouldn't have gloated when he saw that big guy in black kimono ransacking the entire goldfish stall just now.

"Shiori."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was watching her from the side, looked helplessly at the little girl who was obviously playing a bad joke on purpose, and spoke.

"Okay, okay, I don't want that much."

She picked out a silver water polo with orange patterns.

"Squatting too long—"

The moment I was teased just now, I absolutely have to return it!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Shiori: I squatted down for half an hour, just for this moment! (plan pass)

You praised Luanbu last time, I am different from Luanbu, so I not only want to boast, but also better than Kuagua (loud bb)

The president is really great, woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo (bu)