[Comprehensive Manga] Under the Feather Clothes God

When Baishi woke up, there was just a little light in the distance to the east.

In the dim environment, you can still see the mottled tree shadows left by the green shade outside the window on the snow-white walls. Occasionally, the wind blows by, swaying the branches, and bringing a sweeping whistling.

The small sound of the roommates getting up was still lingering in their ears. Kuranosuke Shiraishi looked up at the wall clock, rubbed his drowsy temples, wrapped the quilt tightly and sat up from the bed.

"woke up?"

Tezuka's deep voice suddenly sounded in the silence.

Shiraishi didn't reply.

He is wandering.

Tezuka couldn't help but paused, stopped his hands and looked over: "Last night... all right?"

"There is nothing wrong, but there are setbacks." Shiraishi, who woke up naturally after sleeping, stretched, grabbed the jacket aside and put it on his body, and finally had a reaction, "I didn't expect that the reflex nerves I am so proud of would fail. Gave it to a monkey."

Tezuka: "..."

Bu Er: "..."

Yukimura: "...a monkey?"

It's nothing to do with monkeys that you brought yourself down with your own hands yesterday.

However, Baishi was bathed in the faint morning light from outside the window, and did not feel the strange and subtle gazes of the three.

He held his left cheek, and his expression seemed to be troubled: "The monkey in the deep mountains and old forests has really become a spirit, and it can open the window and throw banana peels into the house. I fought with it for three hundred rounds, and finally... fell down and hit it. The feeling in the back of the head is really bad."

Tezuka, Fuji, Yukimura: "..."

Was it like this yesterday?

Bu Er stacked the quilt at full speed: "Think about it carefully, do you feel something is wrong?"

"No." Baishi climbed down from the upper bunk, shook his collar, "I feel refreshed now."

"……yes."

Yukimura glanced at Shiraishi, took the water glass and walked to Fuji, and lowered his voice while drinking water: "Probably he is the only one who didn't realize how wrong this outrageous story is."

"It seems that the effect of the spray is memory tampering."

Yukimura recalled how Hagoromo hugged his head and shouted silently after Shiraishi pressed the nozzle, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head slightly: "Maybe it's not that simple."

Fuji rubbed his chin.

"I go out for a while."

Yukimura put down the cup in his hand, raised his voice and nodded to the three of them, opened the door of the dormitory and walked out.

Outside the door, Yuyi, who had slept in the corridor all night, was lying on the thin clouds, and with the flow of air, it floated back and forth in the corridor like a feather.

Yukimura walked over, pierced Yukirome's face with his finger through the clouds and mist without hindrance: "Get up—"

Yuyi's eyelashes moved, but did not open.

After a few seconds, Yuyi slowly groped to prop up half of his body, probably because he thought this movement was too tiring, let go of his hands and lay back on his stomach.

After a few more seconds, Yuyi yawned, squinted his eyes and rolled around on the clouds.

The plumage fell off.

Yukimura: "..."

Yukimura stretched out his hand to catch Yuyi who suddenly woke up in mid-air and frantically tried to crawl back, and put it down for her with a creaking nest: "Did you always roll out of bed when you didn't wake up?"

Yuyi let out a hey hey, and touched the back of his head.

Yukimura raised his eyebrows slightly, and rubbed Yuki with his hands: "The effect of the fine mist last night was memory tampering?"

"That's a memory retarder, and it's true from the perspective of its function." Yuyi straightened his words, "However, it has a small mutation."

"so?"

"Maybe there will be weird sequelae."

Yuyi raised his head and raised his forehead: "I will temporarily follow Mr. Baishi for a few days." If there is any accident, I can probably be rescued.

Yukimura nodded.

"...But then again." Yu Yi suddenly looked confused, "You said that the medicine that has changed after adding water can change back after evaporating."

Yukimura paused, with the same tangled expression: "I'm not very good at this either."

Speechless.

Not long after, Fuji walked out of the room together with Tezuka and Shiraishi with a towel: "In a few minutes, the other dormitories will also wake up one after another. Now that there is no one around, why don't we go wash up together?"

"Follow me later."

Yukimura returned to the dormitory, Yuki paused at the door for a moment, then turned around and followed Shiraishi not too far away.

The bathroom on the second floor is a semi-open large room that can accommodate more than ten people at the same time. The glass is pasted on half of the wall, and it looks extraordinarily empty when there is no one there.

Baishi took the tooth cup with his name on the shelf and filled it with some water, then took the toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste into his mouth.

Aiba · Back Spirit · Yuromo recorded silently.

[The steps are smooth, the limbs are coordinated, and there is no problem in daily life. ]

"According to Coach Kurobe's plan, we should be able to face Court No. [-] in these two days." After washing, Fuji said to the mirror, and suddenly remembered when his eyes swept over Tezuka, "I remember that Minister Yamato belongs to Court No. [-], right?" .”

"Yeah." Tezuka wrung out the towel, and there was a deep response in his throat, "I hope we can meet."

As a senior, Bai Shi was more concerned about where Xiao Jin would go without his control.

After spit out foam and rinsed his mouth, Shiraishi brushed the bangs in front of his forehead and looked up at the mirror.

A vague figure stood behind him.

Shiraishi: "..."

Early in the morning is so exciting.

His heartbeat quickened and then slowed down, Shiraishi turned his head to look at the empty space behind, the matte white wall tiles were shining under the soft light, without any shadows.

Buer beside him was still talking with Tezuka, but at this time the broken voice sounded a little vague and far away.

Shiraishi washed his face, so that he who seemed to be still sleepwalking could wake up a bit.

Yuyi took a step forward and moved closer.

Baishi raised his head, looked in the mirror for a while, and then buried himself in washing his face again.

Yuyi leaned forward with a look of inquiry.

Baishi raised his head: "..."

The afterimage in the mirror that seemed to be half asleep and half awake after a nightmare now looks clearer.

The bright red kimono set off the cold white skin, and the girl rested her chin on the sink, staring at him expressionlessly with a pair of red eyes.

—It’s a red dress.

Shiraishi made fun of himself.

Generally speaking.

White clothes are cuter than red clothes!

"...Aren't you finished yet?"

At this time, Yukimura came late with the toiletries. He naturally stood beside Yuyi and turned on the faucet: "I saw Shiraishi-kun washing his face for the third time at the door."

"Because I have a premonition." Shiraishi, the boy who hit the ghost, pretended not to see it. Kuranosuke exhaled, and washed his face calmly and painfully for the fourth time, "This is a haunted house."

--cold joke?

The corners of Yukimura's eyes twitched slightly, and he smiled bewilderedly.

"There doesn't seem to be an atmosphere for telling horror stories in this place, Shiraishi~" Fuji rolled his eyes, "Look carefully here, the holy light shines everywhere."

Yuyi's inner villain nodded frantically and continued to record.

[The brain is confused, hypochondriac symptoms appear, and the mutant retarder seems to have hallucinogenic effects. ]

In fact, Tezuka, who knew very well what stupid things happened last night, hesitated to speak to Shiraishi, and after thinking for a long time, he comforted him: "You may have some sequelae now...don't think too much."

"This is a materialistic world." Yukimura ignorant of his conscience.

"Yes, the materialistic world." Fuji agreed.

Shiraishi: "..."

Ok.

Materialistic world.

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