[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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"Really super handsome!"

The bright sunlight fell on the boy's immature and carefree face, and even his fair and delicate face became warm.The warm brown pupils were clear to the bottom, and he looked undefended at the tall black hair in front of him, sitting lazily cross-legged on the side of the patrol corridor, basking in the sun's tall sword fusangshen.The sharp white bone spurs that were originally feared grew wildly on the opponent's body, and became less terrifying.

Ah, plus the very similar voice to my friend Spana.

At the beginning, Tsuna was timid and careful, and all the thoughtfulness contained in the other party's gentle, even casual words dissipated.In the end, eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he chatted with Token Fusangshen, the highest-ranking swordsman among the three Japanese guns who was older than him.

He didn't cut it up at the slightest disagreement that the young new appraiser was worried about. On the contrary, the mature and gentle sword Fusangshen calmed his panic when he first arrived in a strange world.Tsuna, who was immature after all, quickly got rid of the defensiveness that Reborn had repeatedly confessed, and chatted with Token Fusangshin enthusiastically like a close friend.

Tsuna Ji complained about the uneasy daily life that he never lacked in his school life, but it was just some trivial and ordinary boring things. Sitting next to him, Dao Jian Fu Sangshen, who was two arms away, listened with great interest, and occasionally said something to Gang Ji. The early battlefields he participated in.

Token Fusangshin, who spoke much more vividly and interestingly than the school history teacher, as a participant, told some anecdotes that could not be found in the history text to the young Tsunayoshi.The warm brown eyes are shining, and he is completely attracted by the old things that Touken Fusangshen talked about. When Tsunayoshi hears the fascinating parts, he will even show different expressions accordingly.

He wouldn't hide his emotions, those warm brown eyes showed everything about him.Stared at by such eyes, Japan only felt that some things that had been silted up in his heart for a long time were taken away, and there was a kind of transparency that the dust covering the body of his gun was gently wiped away with a soft cotton cloth.

The days of late autumn are getting shorter, and the day has just set in the west, and the autumn wind immediately becomes chilly.

After the weak human body felt the cold air that was different from the previous warmth, Tsuna kichi lowered his head and sneezed twice, covering his mouth and nose in embarrassment and apologizing to the tall black-haired Token Fusangshen.Gang Ji took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his red nose, probably because of the cold wind blowing before, he had a runny nose recently.The tall and strong black-haired sword Fu Sangshen averted his eyes very considerately, looking at the sky where the twilight merges and lingers with burning clouds, the peacock blue sky is painted with a large amount of sunset red, and the gaps in the overlapping clouds cast a mallow color .

"You should go back."

Just as Gang Ji put away the used tissues, he heard that sword fusangshen say this.He froze for a moment, and his eyes showed unsatisfactory reluctance. He hadn't finished listening to Mr. Nihonhao's story.Perhaps, in another sense, he resisted going back to that lonely and cold house of the inquisitor, it was too quiet, and he could hear the silence of his own breathing while staying in the house.

But... there is no way.Gang Ji told himself in his heart to be stronger, then closed his fingers slightly, raised his face and raised his eyes, looking at the tall and motionless sword Fu Sangshen opposite him.The twilight sprinkled under his high black hair, with gold flakes floating around.

"that……"

Biting his lower lip, he seemed to take a deep breath to give himself more courage.

"Mr. Japan."

The warm brown eyes of the brown-haired boy who called out the other party's name contained infinite expectations.

"Tomorrow, can I still come to chat with you?"

When he asked this question, he returned to the cautiousness he had when he first met and answered.

Japan bowed its head, looked at the weak young judge in front of him, moved the fingers placed by his side, and finally just slightly hooked his lower lip.That casual smile made Tsunayoshi look straight at his eyes. After the Japanese version of Na Meichuan stretched, the pride and heartiness that poured down like a waterfall made the young man who was in adolescence, and began to be tall and strong. idea.

It's so handsome!Mr. Japan!Tsuna, who was frightened by the maturity of the black-haired sword Fusangshen after time and the power of fighting on the battlefield, clenched his fists tightly.Sure enough—he also wants to grow into a mature man like Mr. Nihonko!

"If I have time tomorrow."

The Japanese horn with tall black hair and a thin grass in his mouth gave such an inaccurate answer.But that was enough, Tsunayoshi happily smiled at the tall and strong Toukenfu.He got up, exchanged a few more words of greeting, took the bag handed to him by the black-haired sword Fu Sangshen, thanked him repeatedly, turned around and left quickly.Thinking back to the story told by the black-haired Touken Fusangshen who successfully got a conversation today, Tsunayoshi was satisfied, and did not notice the focused eyes of the black-haired Token Fusangshen who hadn't got up behind him as he left.

It wasn't until the trace of the young god-inspector disappeared around the corner that Japan bowed its head, not knowing what it was thinking.

It was late autumn in the desolate courtyards around, and not even the chirping of insects was heard.

[It's so quiet. ]

The Japanese number leaned against the pillars and sat on the edge of the patrol corridor watching the sunset, the tumbling rays of light shone on his clothes.It's Akane (あかねぞら).He looked at the increasingly quiet and deep sky, the coldness and clarity that suppressed all the light and heat, sinking into the horizon quite magnificently.The air smells of eternity.

The sound of hurried footsteps came to my ears at this time, and I raised my eyes in response. The young judge who had already left hurried back with a bag in his arms, his face was a little anxious, but when he saw him, he suddenly became vivid Glad and relaxed.

"Mr. Japan."

He heard the young interrogator talking to him in an unsteady breath, and his undulating chest was thin, but because of what happened to him, there were small and gentle tremors.The human body is really amazing, and in the blink of an eye, the child stabilized his heart that was beating from running.

"This one's for you and Mr. California!"

The handed paper bag was held up in front of his eyes.

[I came back for something like this. ]

Japan didn't move, his dark purple pupils quietly fell on the human boy whose white and tender cheeks were flushed from running, and he didn't seem to understand why he wanted to clear this up for himself and California.What was in it, and why it was given to him, I didn't understand at all, and I had no intention of trying to figure it out.

Tsunayoshi, who was left to dry, was a little embarrassed by Japan's reaction. This time, he took the initiative to cross the safety line, walked over and put the bag in his hand on Japan's side, and couldn't hide his immature face. Shy, those warm brown eyes are still clear at a glance.

"This is very delicious! It was recommended by Wanwu, and many people gave good reviews..."

He hemmed and hawed, and then turned around and ran away again without waiting for any response from the Japanese.It was so hasty that he fell while running, seeing the black-haired sword Fu Sangshen subconsciously preparing to get up when he fell on the ground, before he could stand up, he saw the young interrogator who had already hoarse in pain. He got up, and then staggered away.

He seemed to be trying to show that he didn't fall in pain, but obviously even his running posture became awkward.In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared, and Japan sat back in its original position, looking away from the direction the brown-haired boy left.

The shattered silence returned to the surroundings, and Nihon-kun touched his knees with his palms down, looking at the purple glow that was left behind for a moment.A quarter of an hour ago, there had been unprecedented splendor there.He has seen it.

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The Japanese account found California Kiyomitsu who was standing alone on the porch before dinner. The hakama with the maple red pattern under the blue tea was worn as an inner uniform, and the long sleeves that were not tied up were blown by the autumn wind. A red scarf wrapped around her neck.Looking at his lonely body, I can always think of Yamato Shou'an, who was always with California in the past. The two have the same style of clothes, but the color and style are clearly distinguished.

The Japanese model stretched her waist, and walked towards Qingguang, California with the paper bag in her arms. No one would feel light when thinking of the partner who had gone with him who was no longer there.There are no lights in the corridor, the moonlight is high and far hidden in the billowing clouds and mist, and the branches of the few withered trees are decayed.

"Hi. California." The Nippon called back the wandering thoughts of California Kiyomitsu.

Facing a pair of pupils that were as crimson as guava, dyed with the coolness of autumn.

"That child entrusted me to give it to you."

A lot of trouble can be saved if the details are withheld.

But I don't know why, holding the bag in his hand, Japan always thinks of the last young judge who stumbled and ran away in a hurry after falling down.It's kind of funny to think about it, but unexpectedly, he's a clumsy boy.His face also looked dull, not smart.Although it is a bit rude, it is really a bit like a timid rabbit who is frightened and ready to run away.The kind with white hair and red eyes.Therefore, he naturally confessed to California Qingguang without any concealment.

"what?"

Turning around and seeing California Kiyomitsu on the Japanese version, he first showed an expression of 'So it's you', thinking it was the handsome black-haired boy who was calling him for dinner, and was about to say 'Come right away'.A paper bag was stuffed into his bosom by the Japanese, and when he wanted to ask what it was, the Japanese had already given him the answer.Holding the bag in his bosom, his face was startled for a moment, then the anger rolled in his chest, and then spread into his red pupils, California Qingguang uttered a hoarse reprimand similar to a low growl to the Japanese number in front of him.

"Japan!" Due to the uncontrollable anger, the black fangs painted on California Qingguang's fair face spread and expanded despite emotional fluctuations—"I should have said...don't approach that human casually!"

Under the foot-length Tang Feng's hakama are full of fallen leaves. In this formidable enemy Suqiu who is already cold and blue in front of the window, the black-haired and red-eyed sword Fu Sangshen tightened his jaw as if facing an enemy.Japan still likes the former California Qingguang who always talked about "cute", not the current California Qingguang who shows such trembling and cold eyes on this autumn night full of bleak mourning.Thinking like this, he met the fear and panic in the opponent's eyes without hiding.Of course Japan understands the reason why California Kiyomitsu is so angry.

"I know."

As he said this, the sluggish weariness between his brows and eyes dissipated a little due to his companion's worry.

"Then you still..."

California Qingguang said in a low voice, he didn't understand Japan's intention of knowingly committing such a crime.

"It's just a coincidence."

Japan waved his hands, as if he didn't want to say anything more.

California Kiyomitsu is the one with the lowest level of corruption among all Touken Fusangshin who still maintain a human form in this Honmaru. Because of this, he has become the nominal representative of this Honmaru they are in.This matter was jointly decided by the only 14 swords left here.

The reason why this companion with the lowest level of darkness is so angry and fearful, Japan knows well, it is nothing more than because of their hopeless companions who have no hope of saving their strength.A long time ago, he shouldered the responsibility of protecting their swords in the struggle of degeneration. California Qingguang, who lost Yamato and kept stability, could no longer accept another loss.

"It would be better to shatter the fallen sword, and summon a new sword."

This is already the tacit way between Honmaru and the god judges to deal with the fallen Touken Fusangshin.Even if he was deceived by the government of the time, the new god judge who knows nothing can't be trusted.In addition... Qingguang, California, witnessed with his own eyes at noon - the new judge walked out of this hommaru, came back with his things, and had already gone to Wanwu to contact the outside world - after the whereabouts of this first day.

No one knows what this young, ignorant and harmless human being will do after collecting information. After all, human beings are so good at disguising and deceiving.If there is too much contact with this new god judge who has already made a contract with them (the moment when Tsunayoshi agreed to the time government to take over Honmaru), the opportunity will be seized...

California Qingguang thought about this, and for a moment, the killing intent boiled awe-inspiringly, without any concealment.

"It's not that bad, is it?"

Japan had no intention of arguing for the young god judge, compared to the human boy whom he had just met for the first time, he was naturally on the side of his companion.If the decision of his companions is to behead the new god judge to prevent future troubles...then see you tomorrow when his spear penetrates the weak human body.There will be no hesitation.Japan's eyes, which were only covered with deep purple in the night, told Qingguang, who was in front of him, to calm down.

"You have also noticed that different power."

I spent the whole afternoon chatting with the young and brown-eyed juvenile God-inspector in the courtyard, and even the Japan No. Long-lost relief.Even his stubborn corruption can be stopped and relieved.Although he didn't know what was going on, but based on this alone, Japan felt that it was absolutely necessary to save the life of this human boy for the time being and wait and see for a while.

Including California Kiyomitsu, the 14-vibration swords of this Honmaru's dark fall currently need the power of this new judging god who is different from the previous ones, and can help them effectively relieve the delay of the fall.No matter how repulsive they are in their hearts.

"His Highness of the Wutiao family needs that child's existence very much now."