Miss Tsushima

Jack waited for a long time, and when Tsushima Hiiragi walked slowly down from the second floor, he stopped shaking his legs, jumped down from the container, and ran to Tsushima Hiiragi's side.

She stopped in front of Tsushima Hiiragi, and looked up at her? Tsushima Hiiragi's snow-white socks were stained with dust and blood. Although the black fabric couldn't ooze the color of blood, it oozes blood thickly The smell of rust.

Seriously, why would Mom? Do this kind of thing herself?Her? Those warm and slender hands were supposed to be used to write beautiful characters on paper. This kind of thing should be handed over to them?

Mommy mommy.When Jack looked at Tsushima Hiiragi anxiously, ah, mom, why?With a sharp 'knife' like ours, why do we need it? Do it yourself?Are you angry about something?

Because we are children, there is no way to understand the things between these adults.

But, mom, how can we help you.

How can I make you feel less sad?

Jack walked up to Tsushima Hiiragi's side, raised his head and looked at her carefully? That snow-white face, she? Was standing in the middle of the room with a dazed expression.

The surrounding area was full of corpses of mimic soldiers, dark red blood flowing into a small lake, blood, dust, mud, in a dark room, none of them spoke, and the sound of blood dripping on the ground was heard It looks very crisp.

The ground was obviously in a mess, but Tsushima Hiiragi stood just like that on a pool of blood, squinting his eyes and looking out the door, the thin sunlight shone in, with the afterglow of the setting sun.

It's time for sunset.

What is she thinking?Through her pensive face and pupils reflecting the sunlight, Jack felt like looking at a cloud of fog, and couldn't understand anything, which was too complicated for a child.

Mom must be thinking about important things, Jack thought, their best friend nursery rhymes, cute story books, can barely be regarded as a member of the family line of heroes, although they also look like children, But they also have the weird temper of a writer, and they will always be lost in thought for their stories.

The same is true for Mr. Andersen. When he usually asks him to play together, he will play with them even though he complains. But as long as he catches up with him writing, he will wave his hand and say, "Come on! It's deadline, let me be quiet for a while!" kicked them out of the room, acting like an adult.

Really!Obviously Mr. Andersen is also a child.

Thinking about it this way, many of their friends are writers of the Heroic Spirit family, and so is Mom. In the process of getting along with these, Jack learned to keep quiet when they were in a daze.

Because their trance is not an ordinary trance, but? Thinking about building a whole world.

'A whole world. '

This is what Tsushima Hiiragi told Jack. Every word she wrote gradually formed a whole world amidst the friction between the pen and the manuscript paper.

Mom is the warmest existence in the world.Jack began to recall that when he was in Chaldea, his mother often kept writing with this expression, and when she accidentally ran into her room and disturbed her train of thought, she didn't Instead of scolding Jack, she gently touched her hair, held Jack in her arms, and continued writing.

Loosely surrounding Jack's arms, the hot Japanese stove, the warm and fragrant body temperature, and the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

It was all so sleepily quiet.

"How about this story?" A gentle voice sounded above his head, driving away Jack's drowsiness. Jack rubbed his eyes and tried his best to look at the text in front of him.

...How can I let my mother understand that she is a heroic spirit from London, and can't understand Tsushima Hiiragi's scribbled and frantic Japanese?

Jack suddenly became a little uneasy. How big is the gap between assassins and writers? She suddenly understood at this moment, ah, they are monsters who only know how to kill, and shouldn't come here.

She was doing important business, but she ran here by herself, clearly not even knowing the characters written by Ms. Tsushima.

This made Jack even more sad than Andersen dismissing them when they played and disturbing his writing, and slamming them out of the room. She tried to break free from Tsushima Hiiragi's arms.

Tsushima Hiiragi opened his eyes wide in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Did Jack bite his lower lip? He didn't speak. He had decided in his heart that he would not come to Tsushima Hiiragi's room again. After all, she was "working" and doing "adult business." '

Tsushima Hiiragi carefully observed Jack's expression, seemed to sense her mood from her resistance, smiled, and hugged Jack, preventing her from escaping.

Strange, Ms. Tsushima is only a strong caster, why can't she break free from her embrace?Surrounded by her warm and soft embrace, Jack struggled a few times against his will, it must be because of her "demonic charm", definitely not because she didn't want to struggle.

Dizzy Jack forgot that Tsushima Hiiragi's mole didn't work for her.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Aiko, who considered herself the luckiest child, although she...had no parents, no house, no... nothing, nothing, but She?has a cat that?talks to her..."

"'Nyoko Taro is more important to me than anything else?' Aiko said to him, 'You have a lot of things, but all I want? is enough to have Neko Taro'..."

"When I only own one thing, and that happens to be the most important thing to me, then I am the happiest person in the world. …"

"I just want this, even if it is too ordinary, it is my unique existence."

Tsushima Hiiragi raised the manuscript paper with one hand, she guessed that Jack didn't know these words, and read it softly, with a sad tenderness in her tone.

"When I have it, I am so happy, because I have very little, so as long as I have this, I have the whole world."

"But I forgot how much I have and how vulnerable I am,"

"I'm holding its tiny body."

"I know, I've lost my most important thing forever."

"There are so many existences in this world. I only have this one. When I have it, I have the happiness of the whole world. When it leaves me, I have nothing."

"I have nothing? I have nothing."

She finished reading smoothly and asked Jack, "How does it feel?"

"I don't quite understand." Jack said truthfully, "But, it feels so sad."

Tsushima Hiiragi laughed, "Yeah, you shouldn't tell this kind of story to children." She tidied up the manuscript paper and put it in a drawer, "Are you coming back tomorrow?"

"Can we still come?"

"Why not?" Tsushima Hiiragi lowered his head, looked into Jack's eyes, and said seriously, "Next time, I will write a warm story for you that is suitable for children."

"for me?"

"Yeah." Tsushima Hiiragishi's eyes sparkled, and Jack felt that when talking about writing, her eyes were so beautiful, she said, "A story, when the words are combined, it is no longer just ?It's text."

"Aiko is alive, you will feel sorry for her, won't you?"

"We, I, Andersen, Shakespeare, we are all story writers, creating and weaving the world of fiction, where I create, there are many people and stories, it is amazing."

"We are not writers, but dreamers, creators of the world."

"Come back tomorrow, I will create a warm and happy little world for you."

She? Smiled and rubbed Jack's hair, and continued to bury her head in writing? But from that day on, Jack fell in love with sneaking into her? room?, she? liked the fragrance of Miss Tsushima, liked her? sad story.

From that day on, words were no longer a drowsy symbol for Jack, but a warm existence that reminded him of Tsushima Hiiragi when he saw it. She started calling Tsushima Hiiragi When she was a 'mother', she was pinched on the cheek by the narrow-minded Joan of Arc.

Mom, their gentle mothers, why did they show such sad and silent expressions?

Her? How could those hands holding the pen be stained with blood?

Perhaps it was because Jack's eyes were too hot, staring at Tsushima Hiiragi's profile, she finally retracted her gaze from looking at the sun, smiled and said to Jack, "Let's go."

"Has it been resolved?"

"Well, that's good." Tsushima Hiiragi put the medal of merit in his hand into the belt of the kimono, and reached out to Jack.

Tsushima Hiiragi's hands were covered with congealed blood, Jack looked at himself, she had dealt with so many enemies without any blood stains on her body.

But she still held that hand without hesitation.

"Mom, where are we going next??"

"Go first? Let's find Tsukuru's help. Do you want to tell him that his children are still alive..." Tsushima Hiiragi held Jack's little hand tightly, "Are you tired? Do you want? I'll carry you away ?"

How could Heroic Spirit be tired?Jack knew that this was just the reason Tsushima Hiiragi gave her to act coquettishly, and immediately said, "Tired!"

So, she got the privilege of sitting on Tsushima Hiiragi's arm and being hugged by her.

Her arms were soft and warm, and Jack buried his head in her arms, "Mom, when are you going back to Chaldea?"

"Master and everyone miss you very much. Miss Black Jeanne said that you will never come back. Want to put you on a grill for barbecue?"

"...Does Lixiang miss me too?"

"Of course! Lixiang said every day, 'Meilin, use clairvoyance to help me see where Miss Tsushima is now?'"

"Later, Lixiang felt that Meilin would definitely use your excuses to peep or something, so he went? Please other people with clairvoyance, she? In order to get the golden guy to help, he bought a lot with his own money. Games and comics."

"……and after?"

"Later, Jin Xingxuan told her, 'Bastard, how could this king do such a thing! But I will accept your tribute, and forgive you for provoking the king's dignity.'"

As Jack was talking, he couldn't help laughing, but Tsushima Hiiragi didn't smile. She was silent for a long time, and said,

"Wait until these things are resolved..."

"I'll go back?"

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