My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

Consciousness is still groggy, Hoshichu Kazuya barely opened his eyes, the snow-white ceiling was filled with blurred vision, and the chandelier hung steadily in the center of the ceiling, and it was not lit.

It is daytime now, there are faint shouts coming from outside the room, there are the voices of bluffing children, the voices of frustrated young people, and the hearty laughter of watching a lively scene, several voices are intertwined from far and near, There are occasional explosions and dull impacts, and there seems to be the crisp sound of weapons colliding.All in all it was very confusing.

Xing Chuhe also blinked hard a few times and adjusted the focus to allow himself to see the surrounding environment clearly.He blinked and thought, he was probably kidnapped by Sawada Tsunayoshi back to Vengley.

Should it be said that he is the most outstanding godfather in the world?To be able to do this kind of thing.He must be robbing the strongest hands in the port mafia, the armed detective agency and the world of conjuration.Leaving aside the previous two, at that time, did Gojo Satoru not even notice that he was knocked unconscious by this man and taken away?

And... He put his hands on the bed and struggled to get up.In his memory, he should have been shot at close range, and the heat from the barrel even burned his back.But now, there was no discomfort in his back, as if the shot only existed in his imagination.

He just felt a little weak and couldn't lift his strength.Is it because Vengley's medical technology is too good, or has he been lying down for too long?

Hoshide Kazuya frowned slightly, moved his shoulders, and turned his head to look at other places in the room.

Clean and tidy, spacious and simple, this place is like an ordinary ward, with a table, a chair, a bed, and two carnations on the window sill, inserted in a porcelain vase with a thin, high neck, reflected in the almost clean room. In the transparent glass window.

Outside the window is a very ordinary garden view, with gazebos, benches, flower beds, and trees. Even in deep winter, the climate here is mild. It seems that here, flowers will not wither, leaves will not fall, and everything is quiet and comfortable. look like.

—if those in the garden were ignored.

The purple long-haired man with a smile on his lips was holding a trident, and he was fighting ping-pong-pong with the black-haired young man holding a duckweed cane and looking unhappy. The fighting space expanded and more than half of the garden became their home field.In the gazebo in the corner, the silver-haired young man was vicious, holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy and lifting him up high. Next to him was a black-haired young man holding a sword in his arms. He was tall and tall with dry hair. With a hearty smile, he opened his mouth and said something.

There was a slight sound of the door opening behind him, and Hoshide Kazuya also looked away and looked at the door.Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was in uniform, was still holding the doorknob. He looked at him in surprise, his eyes lit up, and he closed the door with his backhand. He walked to the bed and said with a smile, "You're awake."

Hoshide Kazuya: "Yeah." His voice was a little hoarse, he looked to the side, was about to find some water to drink, a glass was handed in front of him, Sawada Tsunayoshi bent down to look at him, with a gentle smile in his eyes.He hesitated for a moment, took a sip of water from the cup, and thanked him in a low voice.The water temperature is just right, holding the glass in my hand, there is a warm feeling in the palm of my hand.

Sawada Tsunayoshi walked to the window, looked outside, and asked, "Did they disturb you?"

"No." With his strength almost recovered, Hoshide Kazuya put down his cup, rolled over and got out of bed, came to Sawada Tsunayoshi, looked out the window with him, and asked, "Are they your subordinates?"

"No." Tsunayoshi Sawada shook his head lightly, his eyes softened, "It's my companion."

Hoshide Kazuya pursed his lips and turned his head to look at him. He felt that this person was more and more incomprehensible. He seemed to have a strong sense of disobedience. The indifferent and meticulous leader and the gentle and elegant young man, these two roles blended together , as if seeking a proper sense of balance in his body.

For a moment, he felt that Sawada Tsunayoshi was extremely terrifying, but now, he felt that this person did not look like a person in the dark at all.His appearance and demeanor, his speech and behavior, make people feel that he has nothing to do with the other world.

But the matter of knocking him out and bringing him here is very problematic in itself.

"Companion?" Hoshide Kazu also tilted his head and repeated his answer, seemingly puzzled.

Mori Ogai never seems to call cadres like Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu "companions"?It sounded, unexpectedly, that they weren't really the Mafia, but just playing this type of house-playing game, with a natural sense of teenage innocence.

"It is a very important companion who has experienced life and death together." Said Tsunayoshi Sawada.

...more like that.

Xing Chuhe also remained silent, somehow feeling a little unreal. "You have a very good relationship." He thought for a while and sighed, "It doesn't look like a mafia at all."

"Really." Tsunayoshi Sawada pursed his lips, and was about to say something, when suddenly there was a loud noise from below.

A row of trees fell to the ground, half of the gazebo collapsed, the tall young man's long sword was unsheathed, the trident and the duckweed crutches collided in mid-air, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy looked like he took out a bazooka from nowhere, crying. s things.

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

Hoshide Kazuya: "..." He suddenly remembered how Sawada Tsunayoshi described his companions before he was abducted.

Direct home demolition, fiscal deficit; natural disasters, well-deserved reputation.

"I'm laughing." Tsunayoshi Sawada said calmly, "It may be that they haven't seen each other for a long time."

Hoshide Kazuya: "?" Is this how they greet each other?That's... pretty mafia.

"I'll go and solve it." Sawada Tsunayoshi pushed open the window and jumped out.Hoshide Kazuya narrowed his eyes, looking at the cluster of bright orange flames emanating from his forehead.

Gentle, dazzling, and pretty.

This time, he completely believed that this was Vongola, the strongest organization in the world in Italy, and it really relied on its strength to speak.Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his hand in the air, and the people below froze immediately. Those who were not frozen had obediently stopped attacking, looked up at him, and raised their weapons, looking... eager to try.

Xingdehe was also silent for a while, and raised his hand to close the window.

Is this really speaking based on strength?Militants are a bit scary, and Tsunayoshi Sawada is not easy.

The silver-haired young man called out affectionately: "Judaimu!" ​​There were deep emotions hidden in his voice, as if he had seen his first love whom he hadn't met for many years and still loved deeply.

Not far from him, the black-haired young man put away his sword, raised his hand high and waved it, completely ignorant of his superiors and subordinates, and greeted him very familiarly: "Yo, Gang, long time no see."

Hoshide Kazuya: "..." Pengo Li, it's amazing.This kind of relationship is inexplicably enviable.

Sawada Tsunayoshi handled the outside affairs neatly, found someone to repair the garden, deducted the wages of his companions, and then went back outside this room and knocked on the window.

Hoshide Kazuya opened the window to let the person in, looking at Tsunayoshi Sawada, he was a little at a loss for a while.

The young man turned around and closed the window, sighed helplessly, and said, "That's how they are."

Hoshide Kazuya: "Sweet burden."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was taken aback, stared at him for a moment, and then burst into a "puchi" laugh, but did not deny it, but bent his eyes, looked out of the window again, and said, "That's right."

Xingdehe also took a sip of water, leaned against the table, calmed down, and said, "The relaxing atmosphere is over, now it's time to talk about your purpose for bringing me here."

"Do you like it here?" Tsunayoshi Sawada asked.

Xing Chuhe also raised his eyebrows, but did not answer.

After all, they are both leaders, and there are still similarities between Sawada Tsunayoshi and Mori Ogai. After all, after meeting him, he asked this question without saying a word.

However, whether he likes here or there, or even doesn't like anywhere, what does these things have anything to do with them?

"I like this place very much," said Tsunayoshi Sawada, "I like everything here."

He brushed his fingers over the window sill, as if stroking the texture on it. After a moment of silence, he continued: "But in fact, at first, I hated this place very much."

Xingchuhe was at a loss for a while before realizing that this person was telling him about his past.Mr. Pengo Li's leader didn't know where it came from, and suddenly wanted to tell him about the past.

It doesn't matter to him whether he listens or not, but now he can be regarded as being imprisoned here, and there is nothing to do for a while, so listening to it is not bad for killing time.He changed into a comfortable position and listened to the story of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

From the incompetent "Waste Chai Gang" at the very beginning to the tenth generation leader of Vongola, who is admired by everyone, Tsunayoshi Sawada's narration is gentle and interesting, which makes people involuntarily fascinated.

"What about you?" Sawada Tsunayoshi stopped suddenly, tilted his head and asked him, "Did Kazuya... like anything?"

"Somewhere, some people."

Hoshide Kazuya was still reminiscing about his story, when he suddenly heard such a question, he let out a short "ah", regained his composure and thought about it, and said, "Yes."

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him with a curious look in his eyes.

"I really like my teacher and my friends." Hoshide Kazuya said, "I don't care about anything else."

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled: "You must have a good relationship with them."

Hoshide Kazuya also nodded and said, "Ordinary."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "I want to ask you one thing."

The words came suddenly, but Hoshide Kazuya did not show a surprised expression at all. He responded and asked directly: "You have part of that sealed item?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head and held out two fingers.

Xingdehe was also surprised, stared at him for a moment, and slowly realized: "Did you bring the one from the red brick warehouse?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, "I'm sorry to bring you here in this way, but I think, I have already invited you, and you have accepted, so, this method of necessity... I hope you can forgive me."

"Are you afraid that I will regret it and refuse to come here with you?" Xingide Kazuya asked.

Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head and said, "I'm afraid some people won't let you come here."

"That won't do it." Hoshide Kazuya waved his hand, "This is related to the re-seal, and they will be happy to let me come over."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Not necessarily."

Hoshide Kazuya: "Oh?"

"Different people have different purposes, and they are all looking for different sealing methods." Tsunayoshi Sawada explained, "Although on the surface, everyone's ultimate goal is to re-seal these cursed spirits, but in fact, the relationship between us Maybe it's competition rather than cooperation."

Xing Chuhe also raised his eyebrows, showing a little interest, straightened up and said: "Tell me specifically?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Some people don't care about your life and death, and some people may care too much about your life and death."

"Which one do you belong to?" Hoshide Kazuya asked.

The moment his voice fell, there was another loud noise outside the window.

Hoshide Kazuya looked up and saw several human-like curse spirits standing in the middle of the garden, making the already riddled place even more dilapidated.

Sawada Tsunayoshi took out a pair of glasses and put them on, sighed softly, and said, "We don't belong to either."