Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

"and also……"

People are there, most importantly, they are still children watching.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was stunned for a few seconds, subconsciously looked down at the little boy from Shiori's family, and found out.

Wearing a white long-sleeved casual suit, the cute boy who has been introverted and shy since he has met many times, consciously turned his back, hugged Xiaohu in his arms, and covered Xiaohu with his hands intimately. Tiger's eye.

It feels better than chaotic steps.

Speaking of which...

Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly remembered that the children in his girlfriend's house seemed to be in elementary school at most, and looked ignorant.

If the type of sword represents the type of sword, should they all be short swords?

As a former bodyguard sword or Ji Jun's dowry, he will know more about the private affairs of his master than those actual combat swords on the battlefield or the magic sword enshrined in shrines.

Thinking about it this way, Fukuzawa Yukichi felt a little... subtle again.

No, in fact, this body type also has a large sword enshrined in the shrine (cross out)

The remaining two tigers on the ground also looked like they had grown up, pointing their butts at him.

It's just that it can be seen that he is suppressing his curiosity, and the tail keeps flicking and flicking subconsciously, which looks very cute.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Ah...cough cough, I'm sorry."

Shiori's index finger poked her own cheek, only then did she appear a little bit embarrassed.

"Then, is there anything else you want to ask? Are you not angry with me anymore?"

Going around, the point is not this.

The elevation angle of 45 degrees is a magical angle that people cannot refuse, because the distance between the two people is very close, and the other party only has a thin nightdress.

The beautiful collarbone is looming, and the cold white skin still looks translucent in the mist.

The girl's cheeks were chubby, probably because she ate too much snacks for afternoon tea recently. Compared with the first time they met, she seemed to have a little more flesh, which looked easy to pinch.

"Not angry."

In fact, Shiori has been frank enough from the beginning, but with the changes in the relationship, now it seems that he needs more time to understand.

"Really?"

"real."

Fukuzawa Yukichi raised his hand and gently pinched Shiori's cheek.

"Well... don't pinch my face. But, that's fine."

Shiori smiled happily and closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe again, and this time attacked the opponent's lips with lightning speed.

Looking at his unresponsive expression, he gently bit the other party's lips like a sneaky cat.

Then he turned around as if nothing had happened, clapped his hands, and walked forward to hold Wu Hutui's hand.

"Back off, I'll go find your brother A Dun, there are still two of your tigers there, don't let them play too crazy."

"Well, good. Then I will go back with Mr. Fukuzawa."

Wu Hu raised his head back and opened his eyes wide towards the man in front of him.

"is it okay?"

Five tigers back!God forever!

"Wait for the day off, I'll go to your house to explain~"

"Absolutely ten to five, what to ask and what to answer."

Shiori waved at him, and her steps seemed much lighter.

Suddenly, I felt a little uncomfortable.

It was so easy to be fooled by Shiori.

Sure enough, wait until the weekend to ask carefully.

"Retire and be obedient."

"Thank you Yuji-jun, see you again, Yuji-jun, Yuji-jun is the best."

Shiori was caught off guard and turned around, and flicked her long ponytail back, drawing a beautiful arc. She had her hands behind her back, and the bangs behind her temples were blown to her forehead by the wind.

The bright smile on his face is like the gorgeous sunset glow of Arashiyama.

A set of names called Sanlian.

The dissatisfaction that had just risen a little bit and was perfunctory was suppressed in an instant.

So this girl is so good at acting like a baby and comforting people.

Shiori: Practice makes perfect, she has experience in coaxing people. (drinking tea)

"Ah, Mr. Dazai, are you planning to maintain the current posture until the fog clears?"

Shiori seemed to happen to walk under the brick where Osamu Dazai was hiding, and seeing him and Nakahara Nakaya being in an awkward and ambiguous state, for some reason, he remembered the Dazai that Mr. Nakahara yelled at the end.

"Then you are awesome."

I always feel gay in gay.

"Wow, and you actually put on a white suit, did you even get a haircut?"

Although it looks nice.

you are so coquettish.jpg

Just as her eyes became more subtle, she glanced back and forth at the pair of former partners.

"How? This suit was prepared by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. If I don't wear it, he will cry."

Dazai maintained a hippie smile as usual, he didn't know whether this sentence was true or not, and the expression on his face couldn't see any flaws.

But if it is true, then Shibusawa Tatsuhiko suddenly becomes so naturally cute.

"Wow. Why did you bring clothes?"

"Ah, Miss Shiori, the car overturned just now, is it fun?"

He didn't answer this strange question, instead he covered his wound with one hand while laughing.Obviously, although she has been squatting by the wall, she knows the situation over there just now.

Hurt each other to show friendship.

Ever since Shiori began to write letters to each other and become friends with Oda, Osamu Dazai became a little childish in front of Shiori.

It's probably the kind of kindergarten level where one's good friend is taken away by others and feels very upset, so from time to time he has to come out to bully Shiori.

"Ha ha."

Shiori smiled at him noblely and coldly.

"Mr. Dazai, for the little prince of the overturned car like you who walks on the edge of the car every day, you are too surprised for such a small scene?"

He took a hard look at his wound again.

If it weren't for the fact that his condition just now didn't look good, Shiori wouldn't have wasted his energy here to quarrel with his elementary school students.

Almost blurted out, slightly slightly.

No, hold back.

She is an elder and cannot be seen like a child. (bu)

As if Shiori had raped him, she took Dazai Osamu's hand away with her right hand, and looked at the blood-stained coat.

"Shuangtian returns to the shield, I refuse."

With paralyzing toxin and penetrating wound, although he probably hid the antidote himself and gave first aid, but there was almost no bandage. If it is not treated in time, the problem will be serious.

Warm orange spiritual power enveloped his wound, unaffected by disqualification in the human world, and directly healed Osamu Dazai's wound without any hindrance.

When the mist began to diffuse, her doubts when she was judged to be on the side of the supernatural power user were instantly answered.

Sure enough, the power system is different, at least her Liuhua has not been judged to be a supernatural ability.

"It's amazing, Miss Shiori."

"There is a common language with Oda Saku."

Although Nakahara Chuya fainted from exhaustion, he didn't know when he would wake up. Shizhi glanced at the red-haired youth.

To be honest, the long one is really handsome, the eyelashes are really long, and the waist is thinner than Shiori imagined.

No.

His breathing was very steady, he was just exhausted, and the wounds on his body were only caused by excessive use of supernatural powers, but his power was tyrannical in nature but did not have that uncomfortable feeling.

Is it because of the divinity?

Shiori frowned, still feeling a little confused.

"Miss Shiori, don't you really like this slug, Nakaya? He's not as good as me..."

So what the hell are you comparing?

You are not cute, your eyes are not fierce, and your personality is not good. Although your face is not bad, Shiori has never seen an ugly person around since she was a child.

Not her type at all, okay?

The kind where you'll be struck out straight away when you first meet.

If he were to be his younger brother obediently, Shiori, who was wearing a Zaizai filter, could barely treat him as one of his own.

"Yes, Zai is three years old, I just want to ask where Dun Dun should be in your plan?"

She kept the answer silently in her heart, and the two tacitly broke the conversation.

# # #

When Shiori arrived at the place, the battle was in full swing.

Akutagawa from Hong Kong Black was covered in pitch black, Dun Dun looked half-human, half-tiger, and Kyoka changed into a red kimono and held a dagger.

The two big tigers who are in a state of fighting have lost their usual cuteness, and the black bows on their tails and necks have disappeared.

His whole body was covered with blue flames, his eyes also had the same color of brilliance, and on his forehead was the knife pattern of the five tigers retreating.

There is little room for another person to intervene.

The big tigers were the first to feel the presence of Shizhi's arrival. They turned their heads and whined as a greeting, then turned around and raised their orange claws.

"Miss Shiori, be careful!"

Red's attack aimed at the weak-looking woman who entered here unintentionally.

"Wake up, Chai Yun."

Shiori waved at Atsushi Nakajima unhurriedly, holding the Zanpakuto that he just got.

The black blade was roaring happily, and the surrounding fog gathered at the tip of the blade.

But as Shizhi casually opened his mouth, the condensed power usually retreated half of the passive sabotage, and then rushed out as much as possible.

But even so.

The converging shock waves still lightly swallowed Shiori's fatal blow to the front, and then used the power of devouring to gather and entangle in the direction of the opponent, binding Shibusawa Ryuhiko's hands and feet.

[Have you forgotten my complete opening statement, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? 】

The cold female voice protested in Shiori's ear dissatisfied.

[But this is obviously a training session for the juniors, it's not very good if I messed up the situation in the past.Otherwise, what do you think of the next time you use "Entangle, Chaiyun"? 】

Because of the influence of Urahara Kisuke, Shiori, who holds the Zanpakutō and can make up countless half-baked explanations, has no self-awareness.

【roll. 】

[Yes, don't be angry, I'm sorry, I will let you play well next time. 】

[Don't try to fool me into letting you use the swastika. 】

【Oh, I'm not good at swordsmanship, even if I know the swastika, I'll embarrass you. 】

【Humph. 】

Shiozawa Ryuhiko, who was trapped in place and couldn't move, was held down by Nakajima Atsushi under Shiori and his own Zanpakutō.

As the body, which itself was composed of supernatural power crystals, was fragmented, the morning sun broke into the streets of Yokohama through the thick fog.

The two big tigers who had also made considerable contributions on the battlefield lazily opened their mouths wide, gurgling in their throats, and yawned.

"Ow."

The cubs, which had regained their cub size, threw themselves into Shiori's arms one by one.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke took a look at the two tiger cubs who looked like brothers to Renhu, and the speculation from the previous days came to mind again.

"Renhu, you have two brothers."

……

How persistent are you to the setting that my family is all tigers?

Just when Atsushi Nakajima was about to explain again with black lines all over his face, he saw Miss Shiori burst out laughing.

"No, your... is Akutagawa-kun, right?"

Yes, yes, Miss Shiori, please explain clearly.

"Actually, speaking of it, my Dundun family has five brothers. They are exactly the same, right, super cute, right?"

She raised the little tiger's paw in her hand and waved it towards Akutagawa.

The author has something to say: I shouldn’t have searched for 1551, which was stolen, because it doesn’t exist if I don’t search it (I’m autistic)

small theater:

Akutagawa: Stare—they are exactly the same, but you still dare to lie, you tiger!

Dun Dun: As long as you are happy...

Mirror Flower: Little Tiger!cute!want to fuck...

Xiaoshi Zhanpakuto has a lot of abilities, the same as Urahara's Hongji, so she can blindly pick up various beginning words according to different moves.

As for why the wave... because she didn't want to learn the swastika soon, and the initial solution is actually quite enough

Next is the happy time to go to Fukuzawa's house to practice swords. Shi, kendo vegetable chicken, just want to paddle water for 100 years, and eat tofu by the way. Zhi Zhi's hard training career began. The president is absolutely merciless in this regard.