[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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The breakfast is very rich, but the food is also quite depressing.

After washing up, Tsunayoshi Sawada walked out of the bathroom, turned a corner to the kitchen, and saw Tai Mitsuyo Ohori, who was wearing an apron and extra thick cotton gloves, bringing out a steaming meal from the microwave oven.Mr. Taidao of the Miike family, dressed in a gray jacket, covered in golden armor, and with smoked black hair messily scattered around his neck, has a kind of vigor despite standing in the dust of fireworks.

The young leader of Pengo Li's tenth generation subconsciously stepped out of the kitchen and lowered his head to check whether there was anything wrong with his attire.He was brought to him by the sword of the Miike family before, and he cleaned it up himself, and he was no less frightened than when he was kicked mercilessly by Reborn.In short, in Tsunayoshi Sawada's mind, Mitsuyo Ohnori is a serious and strict person who cares about etiquette very much.And around the young leaders of Pengo Lie's tenth generation, such people are not uncommon, and it can even be said that they are very many... But when their standards fall on him, they seem to be subtly lowered a lot, unlike the grand ceremony. Mr. Tai Guangshi was so harsh on him.

[That should be fine. ]

The sleeves and clothes were arranged again and again, and every wrinkle on the whole body was carefully adjusted with the head lowered cautiously.Looking up, the young god judge was taken aback, Dadian Taiguangshi, who had already walked to the kitchen door with the porridge pot, looked at him expressionlessly.

"...Uh, Mr. Odenota Mitsuyo?"

"Breakfast is getting cold, hurry up..."

"...Please hurry up and eat, Mr. God Judge."

The first half of the sentence was in a concise and commanding tone that the young leader was more familiar with and used to, but the second half of the sentence was twisted abruptly into a kind of honorific that flattered him.Not understanding why the Miike family Taidao was so young, the juvenile judge raised his eyes, saw the even weirder and creepier smile on Tai Mitsuyo's face, and immediately took a few steps back in horror.

He nearly hid back in the bathroom.

"Mr. Oda, Mr. Tai Mitsuyo, I, I, I—"

Frightened and stuttering, the young God Inquisitor's bright brown round pupils innocently blinked and blinked.He may not have realized how foul it is for a boy to make such an expression, but Odenta Mitsuyo, who has witnessed a series of changes in his expression, is very clear.

I probably also know that the smile I forced out is terrifying, the curvature of the lips is restrained, and the expressionless, still somewhat gloomy Miike family sword is holding the fragrant porridge pot, and the long legs are bypassing the startled Beside the brown-haired god judge, Silence walked away.Thinking that the other party was going to lose his temper, he curled up his back, reducing his sense of existence, and was ready to accept being scolded. Finally, he looked blankly at the back of Yan Dai's hair-colored sword Fusangshen.

He couldn't understand the series of changes in Miike's family's Tianxia Wujian's heart, and naturally he didn't know that Ohenen Tai Mitsuyo, who he thought was going to beat him up, actually just listened to the advice of the Awataguchi family's Taichi, and should be gentle with him.But obviously, the gentleness like jade in Yiqi Yizheng, the gentleness like a spring breeze that Mr. Pianpian is good at is not suitable for him.

Dadian Tai Mitsuyo doesn't know that kind of smile, nor does he have that kind of tenderness.His thoughtfulness only existed in his clumsy and somewhat rough movements, and only in his cold words that sounded harsh.In that case, the young god judges will probably be afraid of him forever... Miike's tachi came to the living room with a pot and poured the rice porridge rolled on the small stove into a moss-green porcelain bowl, which was a little sad thought.He felt some inexplicable grievances for himself.

After Miike's Taidao left, the young god judge who didn't dare to make a sound walked slowly to the living room following Daojian Fusangshen.The living room, which was originally used by him to pile up garbage, had air leaks on all sides and the walls were covered with dirt, had been cleaned up just like the unseen swords on the second floor.The leaky and broken shoji doors are all completely new, unlike the repaired ones on the second floor, they are replaced with new shoji doors.The white paper is also printed with blue feathers.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, he was stopped by Fusangshen, who was waiting at the dining table.

"Please come and sit here, my lord."

Dazed for a moment, Nuo promised to go to the seat opened by Dao Jian Fu Sangshen, and sat down as good as he could.The young god judge was held in the palm of his hand by the sword Fusangshen early in the morning.He let them take control of his life without any struggle, and he didn't even have any resistance to adapt to the rhythm they set for him.

Probably because his novel gaze was too strong to be ignored.After looking around the living room, where the young god judge couldn't see the original and couldn't find the waste he threw here, he was picking up a bunch of white lilies that were in bud, with dewdrops on the petals and stems Flower Insert|The water-blue hair-colored sword Fusang Shinto put into the enamel long-necked vase.

"Sorry. Borrowed your terminal for some necessities after you went to bed."

Mr. Awataguchi, who set the table with his clean hands, stared at the young man who was dazed by the scene in front of him with his pure black pupils. The smile on his lips curled up, but it hindered the black fangs on his face caused by the dark fall. , The beauty is greatly reduced, but the water-blue hair has never had any blemishes, just like the tile eaves of the blue-washed Osaka Castle.

It is not known whether the bouquet of lilies he meant included the bouquet of lilies, or the expensive long-necked enamel vase on the table.However, these are very commensurate with the blue-haired Sword Fusangshen, and are pleasing to the eye, and the young god judge didn't feel that there was anything wrong with appearing at this moment and here.

"Huh? It's okay."

Hastily waved his hand, expressing that he didn't mind, the young interrogator saw the terminal next to his tableware.It was given to him by the black-haired god judge Xun Yujun, pure white like a watch.Despite the science popularization and help from enthusiastic colleagues, the young god-inspector who was still confused about many matters in Honmaru did not think deeply about when this terminal fell into Token Fusangshen's hands, and when How did he crack his personal password, which was used by the Sword Fusangshen.

He just thought that after he took a shower last night, he forgot to be put away by the careful swordsmen behind the bathroom.He grabbed the mobile terminal and casually buckled it on his left wrist.The young interrogator who muttered a word of thanks relieved the two Sword Fusangshen who were a little nervous about how to explain it.

They haven't been in contact with humans for too long, and they have done a little too much in being good-looking.Just wanting to do something that can please the young human god judges, but a little out of proportion, but forgetting that human beings are always too sensitive in the private sphere, and even care about every detail.

Yizheng even hesitated in whether to confess the facts. If it wasn't for Dadian Taiguangshi's insistence on telling the truth to the young god judge, probably Yizheng would make up a pretext casually to deceive the seemingly less shrewd judge past.It's not the first time he has done this kind of thing, and he is quite skilled in business.Even though he had invested in his loyalty, he did not plan to fully put it into practice. In many ways, he seemed to have abandoned the integrity he should have as a famous warrior.But with every gesture he made, the elegance of the aristocratic family did not humiliate him in the slightest.

"I am very grateful to Mr. Yizhen Yizhen and Mr. Odeno Tai Mitsuyo for helping me clean this place so well! It really helped me a lot...I thought it was not a place where I could live at all..."

The speech was full of gratitude, and the young god judge tried his best to say a series of words in praise of the Sword Fusangshen.After all, when he first came to Honmaru, Mr. Foxnosuke, who promised to report to the Shizhi government to renovate this small building, asked him to wait and wait, and there was nothing more to say.After those terrible first few nights, he couldn't be more satisfied with the well-organized, clean and tidy residence of the Inquisitor.

"It's best if you like it."

The young god judge felt that he was also used to this kind of flattery and communication method of being paid by the sword to the gods and stars.Although I don't understand that the Token Fusangshin, who are gods, treat him like this in order to get something from him.But before the goal is achieved, these fallen swords and swords will probably not hurt him.

The tense nerves of the young judge relaxed a little.

"Here... I invite you to have a meal, Mr. God Judge."

Mr. Tai Mitsuyo's first half of the sentence is still cold and hard, and the second half of the sentence is deliberately verbal, which makes people uncomfortable.The young judge trembled, and took over the porcelain bowl full of hot porridge in fear. The high temperature of the bowl made him shrink his fingers in pain, and almost threw the bowl he was handed over on the table. Fortunately, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick The first issue of "One Vibrate" took over.

Ignoring the high temperature, he properly placed all the fresh dishes in front of him one by one. Mr. Tachi, the azure-haired Mr. Awataguchi, did not let the young god-judgment of daily useless attributes tire his fingers again.Despite the great pressure in his heart being disturbed by such comprehensive care, the young leader of the Pengelie family was self-aware after all, and did not insist.

[It's better not to trouble Mr. Yizhen and the others. ]

Silently picked up the spoon at hand, lowered his head and blew on the porridge, the young god judge crazily complained about his useless firewood, self-condemnation and self-examination went hand in hand.Even when he was at home, he was like this, but for the sake of being ashamed outside, he didn't need to be hammered by the demon king of reborn, he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

The porridge and side dishes cooked by Mr. Odenori Tai Mitsuyo are very delicious, and they all have a sense of satiety that warms the spleen and stomach.

After the meal, the young minder, who was nestled on the chair and filled with a sense of satiety and happiness, didn't want to move.He rubbed his stomach that was swollen from eating three bowls of porridge, because he was so satisfied, he didn't realize for a while that he was eating elegantly in front of the two swordsmen Fusangshen who was eating gracefully and holding chopsticks gently and moderately. They are really... unsightly.

Fortunately, he only relaxed for a moment, and straightened his back again.Standing up, he consciously cleaned up the used dishes and sent them to the kitchen sink. Before the faucet he turned on had no running water, his hands were covered by a pair of colder, slender, white hands.Then he was wrapped into an equally cold embrace.

"You always want to do this, to distance yourself from us."

"My lord."

A cold sigh resounded from above him, but the young god judge felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.He was completely unaware of the footsteps of the aqua-haired Taidao who was hugging him at the moment.Originating from the first generation of Vengley's blood, the ultra-intuitive humming that had saved him many times in battle resounded through consciousness.

"One, one issue, Mr. Yizhen?"

The frightened young interrogator froze his fingers, and his voice quietly hid some tremors of fear.The fingers that Fu Sangshen played with on the palm trembled, but he forcibly stabilized them again, and stuffed back the heart that almost jumped out of the chest in shock.How neurotic these fallen swordsmen are, we can get a glimpse of them from their previous interactions: First, there was Qingguang from California who came over suddenly, and then there was the Japanese ship who attacked at night...

The young leader Pengelie tried his best to calm himself down. If he wanted to attack and kill him, Mr. Yizhen Yizhen would not have to go through such troubles.He pulled his fingers out of the sword Fusangshen's hand, pushed his shoulders back, and struggled out of the shackles that restricted his movement.Pushed back two steps, Daojian Fusangshen stabilized his figure, and his tall and straight military uniform had fine folds due to pushing and pushing, but neither Yiqi Yizhen nor the young examiner noticed this.

"..."

"Has Mr. Yizhen finished the first phase? Just put the used bowls and chopsticks in the sink. I'll wash them now..."

In fact, the young god judge didn't wash the dishes very much, and he never did these trivial things when he was at home.But in this god-inspector's residence, he always felt that the Sword Fusangshen were guests, and there was no reason for them to do so many things.Seemingly unprepared, the young leader of Peng Gelie, who let the dark fallen Fusangshen of this maru invade his life, never accepted these gods in his heart.It has nothing to do with the dark fall, he regards these fusangshen as gods, and naturally opened a distance of cognition that is irrelevant to each other from the very beginning.

In fact, it is not difficult to see this point.

The Daojian Fusangshen originally wanted to proceed step by step, gradually let the young human god judges accept them, and then slowly squeeze the whole god judges in the palm of their hands.It doesn't matter if it's drowning or killing.What they have to do is no different from what the peaceful and normal Touken Fusangshin in Honmaru do.

The nature of the sword has nostalgia and possession for the owner, wanting to be used, eager to be loved and accompanied by nature makes them subconsciously like this.The seemingly unrequited devotion is actually a cage made of tenderness that no one (blade) can replace, and the short-lived human beings are trapped in this cage like morning dew.

"Let us do the chores, please."

One strike at a time interrupted the young man's self-talk.This made the mood of the young god-inspector who was frightened by him even more depressed, especially after he already felt that there were obstacles in various senses in communicating with the Sword Fusangshen—endless Yes, whatever he says will not be heard.Completely ignoring his personal wishes, and meddling in various things by talking to himself...

"I can really do these myself!"

Although the words of response sounded as gentle and peaceful as always, the disliked attitude hidden by the young god judge was quite obvious.He was a little anxious, but also a little restrained. He was in the state of being angry but restrained with all his strength, but finally let out a few strands.A little more intense than usual, but only a little.

"My lord, please let us do these chores."

When Mr. Taidao with blue hair repeated such a request, he was rather kind-he was about to die, and if he didn't do this little thing and do his best for the young god judge, he wouldn't be able to sleep in the grave Fragrant some of the same.Or he could escape from the grave by doing so, and if the young judges disagreed, he would be caught again and pushed back into the grave.In any case, Tsunayoshi Sawada found the conversation boring and boring.

Compromisingly, he washed his greasy hands off, leaving all the messy cups and plates in the sink to Taidao with blue hair.The young inquisitor with his chest clogged with silt left the kitchen without looking back.Staying in the same space with Ji Guang's masterpiece for one more second, the young leader Peng Gelie, who is open-minded and generous in nature, feels that he is about to suffocate.

Unlike the first aqua-haired Touken Fusangshin he met, Mr. Ichishin's tenderness in this Honmaru where he lives is only superficial.The brilliance of the surface can't even cover the undercurrents below.

Ignoring Dadian Taiguangshi who was packing up the rest of the meals in the living room, he bowed his head and walked to the door of this small building that belonged to him. Standing in the bright and open corridor, the young judge of God, who was like a fish in a pond, gasped for breath. Come.He didn't want to recall everything that happened just a moment ago, the bright brown eyes that were always full of warm light were absent-minded, and the sunlight fell on him but couldn't warm his cold hands.He stared down at his hands for a long time.

For a moment, he wanted to attack Yiqi Yizheng.

The lingering warmth of the flames on the face of the precept honestly records the choice of the young god judge, and the empty and secret fear arises from the sins born from the heart.He couldn't deny that he almost committed a crime impulsively, and now, he tried to bear the crime calmly with patience and dignity, maintaining his loyalty to himself.

Reborn once said that getting along with people is not as difficult as he thought.This thought instantly comforted him - he felt that it shouldn't be too difficult for him to get along with Mr. Yiqi Yizhen.Think about reborn... The soul of the young God Inquisitor gradually stabilized and regained his rational clarity.

His eyes moved from the living room to the outside of Honmaru.

In the low and flat corner of the garden, the shady trees in summer are covered with bearded moss, and the maple color in late autumn and the green moss are very vibrant.There was a cold autumn wind that blew the branches of the tree with rattling sounds, exposing the crimson white underside of the leaves; The cyan red front of the leaves alternates with the crimson white back, forming rapid waves.

it does not matter.He no longer doubted himself, but comforted himself with a firm belief.What he is doing is not wrong, if not right; he is not doing it for others, but for himself...

Soon he will be able to redeem himself from this strange and cold place.