When being possessed by the Honmaru

"My lord... my lord, I am California Qingguang." California Qingguang seemed calm and sat down calmly outside the door on the second floor, kneeling and sitting upright, then untied the body knife at his waist and handed it to Hasebe, who was served by the attendant Transfer it to the god judge inside the shoji gate.

It is not the first time he has talked with the master through the door, but this time his body knife can finally be touched and repaired. Just thinking about this fact, California Qingguang couldn't help but take a deep breath, and secretly warned himself that he must Make a good impression.It would be even better if they can be favored by the lord like Yamabukiri and Hasebe, and they can freely enter and leave the inner room.

"..." Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro inside the door was sweating coldly and said nothing.

What happened to Foxnosuke?I went downstairs and didn't come back. Is it because I was entangled by the Temple of the Three Suns and Moons?Although he could shield California Qingguang's knife through the thin wooden door, wouldn't it be too suspicious if he didn't speak the whole time?

Hasebe, who brought the sword in, received the helpless help from the protagonist. When he saw that Fox Nosuke hadn't followed, he immediately understood.The young man with chestnut hair burst out with his sense of responsibility and desire to protect instantly, and the fighting spirit in his chest was blazing.He clearly cleared his throat, and walked all the way into the bedroom, creating the illusion that he was having a whispered conversation with the judge: "Ahem...My lord, this is Qingguang's knife from California, I'll bring you the maintenance items Yes. That’s right, it’s that Fusangshen back then..."

Outside the door, California Qingguang quickly pricked up his ears, and tried hard to listen, but the voice of Hasebe talking with the lord became farther and farther away, and the voice was extremely small, so he could only vaguely hear Hasebe's answer, yes Introducing him.

The postoperative feeling of shielding perception on the main body knife is also very strange, as if everything is shrouded in a hazy mist, he can feel that "self" is being held by Hasebe and walking around, but he can't perceive more specifics Out.

The walking finally stopped, and 'he' was handed over to another person, and then he was placed on the table without moving.

Repair begins.

California Qingguang shuddered and raised his concentration: "..."

What kind of person is the protagonist?Is the protagonist a very shy character?Everything is unknown, the mystery needs to be guessed by them.Even if it's just a few words, just a touch, California Qingguang really wants to get close to him.So he can only use this opportunity to speculate on fantasy.

Unexpectedly, California Qingguang did not feel any pain or strangeness.He could feel the gentle and steady movements of the lord to maintain the sword. Their young master—surprisingly not a novice, seemed to be very familiar with the sword. he felt it.

The powder stick was tapped again and again, and the opponent's movements were not in a hurry. Even if they repeated the same movements over and over again, they did not change the rhythm. In this point, they were calm like a child.The spiritual power dissipated with the dingzi oil, and the warm feeling slowly healed the gap on the knife on the body, as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

California Qingguang gradually calmed down after beating like this again and again, and no longer speculated wildly.His restlessness and lingering worries and longings had been allayed once again: so what if he couldn't see his lord?The first communication between swords and humans is only through those hands, they are held, used or watched by humans.All communication has been completed from this process.

California Qingguang has already felt the lord's cherishment of him from every detail of the repair and maintenance. The hand holding him is so warm... This kind of communication is far closer than the usual human dialogue. California Qingguang Already satisfied.

Half an hour later, the red-eyed young man who came down from the second floor of the castle tower was indeed ruddy and radiant.His whole body has become completely new, and even the torn clothes have been restored to good condition.

"Sanriyuedian, it's your turn to go up!" California Qingguang's voice was full of joy, and the smile on his face could not be concealed.He wanted to say something in advance, but felt that all words were very pale. When Sanriyuedian felt it personally, he would naturally understand the Lord's intentions.

"Did it take so long, hahaha. California, can you do me a favor?" Sankayue hurriedly called Qingguang who was about to leave, telling him not to leave in a hurry, "I had a good chat with Foxnosuke. Before, can you have a good chat with it?"

"Huh?" California Qingguang didn't quite understand what this request meant.He looked at Foxosuke who was sweating profusely. The little fox looked so ugly that he was about to cry. He didn't know how Sankayueden bullied it just now. It faltered and shouted anxiously: "No, no, I'll leave It's been so long, it's time to go see what the Lord God Judge needs! Let's talk next time!"

"Does Foxnosuke like the lord so much? But grandpa will be jealous if he competes for favor like this." Mikazuki Zongjin's expression was smiling, but this sentence was said faintly, which made Foxnosuke shudder.

"Hahaha, just kidding." Mikazuki couldn't help laughing, and returned to his usual gentle expression. He glanced at Foxnosuke with those beautiful crescent eyes, "But the lord is accompanied by a servant, Fox It wouldn't be a hindrance if Nosuke stayed and chatted with California for a while, right?"

"Yes... yes." Foxnosuke answered in a weeping voice, weak and helpless, like a chicken being strangled by the neck.It could only shrink back obediently, and never dared to refute a word.

Oh, I'm sorry, Yamabagiri-sama! !It's not that Fox's help doesn't go up to help, it's because His Highness Mikazuki is too perceptive! !If it is really exposed later... Then it will be relieved, because Foxnosuke has been frightened and started to shed a lot of hair during this period of time!I can't stand it anymore!

Under Foxosuke's desperate gaze, the elegant figure in blue went up the stairs.

The process of maintaining the sword was the same as last time, and Yamabukiri Kunihiro performed the operation behind the door, and the cautious Hasebe brought the sword in and handed it over.

As expected by the two vigilant people, something went wrong this time—San Riyue would not wait for the maintenance to end peacefully.

When Hasebe handed over the tachi to Yamabagiri, Mikazuki outside the door stared down at the lines on the floor, and suddenly asked: "Hasebe, can you please stay away for a while, I have something to say to you alone What the lord said."

"...?" Kunihiro Yamabashi cut his hand, and looked at the confused Hasebe in blank dismay.Hasebe's first reaction was to shake his head, watching him worryingly make such a mouth shape: "My lord, be careful about your identity." '

Of course Yamabagiri Kunihiro knew.Foxnosuke was not around, and after Hasebe walked away, he couldn't answer at all.But——San Riyue's please said very seriously, with a serious tone, it seemed that he really had something important to say alone.In this case, Yamabagiri Kunihiro couldn't refuse.

Although he has been unwilling to admit that he has become a god judge, he cannot refuse to perform his duties at this time, because that is irresponsible to the Sword Fusangshen... He cannot guarantee that what Sanriyue will say next will not be wrong. important.

Or……

Yamabachi lowered his head and tightly clenched the hand on his knee.

In fact, he knew that even when repairing the sword, he had to apply the technique of concealing perception. Such behavior was actually unreasonable, but California Qingguang was too happy to get close to the lord so he was fooled, and he didn't think much about it.The keen Sanriyuedian may have discovered the clues.Counting the flaws exposed by him and Foxnosuke in the past few days, there are not many flaws at all.

Could it be that he tried his best to conceal it until the end, or was he about to be discovered?Being pierced by Sanriyue Palace...

With a complicated mood that seemed to be spurned by himself, Yamabuki Kunihiro still stiffly motioned Hasebe to leave.

When the young man with chestnut hair passed Sanriyue at the door, he gave him a hard look, his expression was very unhappy, and because he couldn't explain why he was unhappy, he went downstairs with a suffocated face, feeling inexplicably wronged.

But San Riyue didn't look at Hasebe, he just straightened his back and sat calmly in front of the door, his admiring eyes glanced at the sky outside the window.A gust of cold wind blew by, the trees made a rustling sound, and the dead leaves turned and fell, feeling inexplicably bleak.Although it is no longer raining, the weather in Honmaru is still gloomy.

...It seems that the thermal underwear that the lord gave him can be put on.

The judge inside the door seemed unaffected, and had already started to remove the blade, as if he had made up his mind not to urge San Riyue to speak or not.

San Riyue couldn't help laughing, his smile was soft when he was alone.Although he found it incredible, he did have a guess in his mind these two days.

"Lord."

The young man in blue restrained the smile on his face, bent down straightly//did a solemn ceremony with his body, the golden tassel on his forehead was shaking, and he whispered a word, "..."

Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro's hands trembled, and he almost fell to the ground without holding the knife firmly. His face was full of shock and blankness: "...?" It's not that I'm hallucinating myself.

"—My lord, if you were kidnapped/imprisoned by Yamabuki Kunihiro and Yakiri Hasebe in the past, you can tell me now." Mikazuki repeated again solemnly.

"If you can't answer for some reason, please allow me to come in now and protect yourself with that knife." The young man in blue said this, and he was about to get up and push the door - apparently tacitly acquiesced to the missing Yamabukiri Guohiro may be holding the interrogator hostage in the room.

Yamabasaki Kunihiro was so anxious that he almost blurted out: "We don't have us, don't we?" !You don't come in! '

How did this come to a conclusion?Although he and Hasebe always take turns in the castle tower, and all the news and situations are passed on with the help of them and Foxnosuke, they really did not imprison the interrogator//in secret, only allowing They touch themselves!

Aggrieved and flustered, Yamabachi walked around the inner room several times, only to open the cupboard door to hide or escape through the window.He must not show up now!Otherwise, when Sanriyue Palace sees that the God Judge is not in the room but only him, wouldn't it be more like a self-report? !Although the fact is not the case at all, he doesn't want Sanri Yuedian to guess in such an outrageous direction!

How to do how to do--

Seeing that Mikazuki Zong was about to break into the door, in desperation, Kiri Kunihiro Yamabasa rushed over to hold the door, and then began to cough wisely: "cough, cough, cough..."

"...Master?" Sankaiyue stopped her movements and asked slowly through the shoji door.He could feel his body knife being held by the figure behind the door, and he was sure it was this person.

"Hmm." The trembling Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro blurted out two syllables from his throat as an admission, pretending that he was a mental examiner whose voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.What made him a little relieved was that since he uttered his voice, Mikazuki Zongjin hadn't tried to break in the door again, but let go of his hand respectfully, and stood calmly outside the door.

Between startled and relaxed, Yamabuchi Kunihiro realized that he was in a cold sweat from fright, and he couldn't help pulling the sheets twice to suppress his shock.

"My lord? Are you okay?" San Riyue was still concerned and asked, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Grandma Shan dared not leave the door, and had to answer.He could only stand there in a stalemate, still at a loss, his mind was in a mess, he could only answer indiscriminately first to prove that he was listening.He was too afraid that Sanriyue would rush in without saying a word.

"Since you're fine... that's fine." Mikazuki couldn't help but smile, "Hahaha, such a violent reaction, I've been guessing wrong, right? I'm sorry I misunderstood Yamabukiri and Hase It's cold. Take care of your throat."

What surprised Shan Muqie was that after Sanriyuedian said this, Shi Shiran returned to his original position and knelt down, and changed back to the appearance of "worshiping the lord's teachings", as if nothing had happened, as if he had found a reason to persuade him Therefore, I no longer pursue the series of questions just now.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro was completely at a loss, standing behind the door at a loss: ——Has Mikazukiden found out his identity?Regardless of whether he found it or not, he was fully prepared.But what does it mean to hang and torture people like this?

The young man with the white sheet was very confused. He stayed where he was for a while, and was not urged by the Sanriyue Palace. He could only slowly return to the table where the maintenance items were originally placed, and continued to start his restoration work in vain.

"..." Sanriyue outside the door closed her eyelids calmly, feeling that person's unstable mood from the rhythm of beating the powder stick, but even so, the other party's movements were very careful and meticulous, warm fingers After carefully stroking the crack of the sword, he poured spiritual power into it, speeding up the healing speed over and over again.

Their protagonist is indeed a very gentle... person.

Sanriyue smiled slightly, knowing that this matter could not be studied any further.

That's the end of this repair.In the end, Fox Nosuke, who was summoned up by his life, helped to take the knife out. The young man in blue didn't have any questions anymore, and the two lived in peace.

Yamabuki Kunihiro didn't mention the matter of going on an expedition to the present world again today, he was completely out of mood, exhausted by the series of events just now.He could only slump on the chair into a puddle of white sheet cakes in worry, his mind was full of thoughts about this matter, and he muttered: "... Sanriyue Palace, have you found it?"

"Hmm..." The atmosphere on the second floor of the castle tower was extremely dull, Foxosuke squatted on another chair in contemplation, and was too ashamed to say anything for a long time.Who let it be stopped downstairs throughout the whole process today, did not help at all, and was taught a lesson by Hasebe Hao when he came back.

Hasebe folded his arms and paced back and forth with an expression as if he was facing an enemy. He was now more nervous and worried than his lord himself about the issue of identity exposure.

The three of them discussed for a long time without any result.First of all, they ruled out the option of going directly to Sanriyue Palace to ask for a clear choice, so that they would not call themselves.It's not good if it arouses suspicion.But they can't pretend that what happened today didn't happen, can they?

Hasebe couldn't see the lord showing such a frowning expression.

"Tonight, I will announce that my lord has been suffering from the cold for the past two days, and his throat is a little hoarse, so he always likes to cough and can't speak for the time being." Hasebe tried to think of a way, "Let the knee ball make a stew, Let's see if we can hide it from Sanriyue Palace."

"That will definitely not stop Yaken Toshiro!" Foxosuke covered his face with his paws in pain, "Things will get more chaotic! Woo..."

Although Touken Fusangshen in Honmaru seem to accept the fact that they can't see the lord well during this time, only California Kiyomitsu and Yaki Hasebe are more eager to judge the gods.But why would the swords not want to get close to their master?For example, the Ping An old knife like Sanriyuedian lived a little more thoroughly because of the experience of the world. It is the first time for everyone to have a master after becoming a living Fusangshen.

Yaken Toshiro is a swordsman known for his loyalty, especially good at medicine.If it was said that the judge was suspected to be ill, the Vibrating Dagger who had been calm all this time couldn't help but get mad.

Kunihiro Yamabachi threw his head on the table in distress, and buried his face under the sheet in shame, not wanting to move.

For the first time, he felt that it took so much effort to hide something.It needs to be covered up with one lie after another, and it may be shattered at any time.It was too difficult...but he could only bite the bullet and continue.Otherwise, concealing is a temporary embarrassment, not concealing is immediate death.

The young man covered his head in a white sheet and fell into daily autism.

The next day came.

Even if he is reluctant, Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro still bites the bullet and goes to Daihiro to have breakfast. If he doesn't show up, Mikazukiden will think that he is guilty.The strange thing is that Mikazuki Mune's attitude towards Yamabukiri was very normal throughout the whole process. No matter how Yamabukiri and Hasebe looked at him openly and secretly, the old man still smiled and let go of what happened yesterday—even acting a little bit Apologies to Hasebe and Yamabukiri.

"Is Yamabukiri the only one going on the expedition today?" After Hasebe announced the list of insiders, Mikazuki studied the content, turned her head and asked with concern, "Is it all right?"

Kunihiro Yamababa felt a sudden shock in his heart, and tried to keep a cool face and replied nonchalantly: "Normal introverts are in teams of two, and our Honmaru just adjusted, so it's normal to leave me alone for the expedition— —It’s also safe in this world.”

The old man nodded suddenly and stopped talking.

"Sanri Yuedian...is it because he misunderstood him yesterday, so he cares so much?"Or did you guess his identity and worry about him going to this world alone? Kunihiro Yamabuchi just came up with the idea, and he subconsciously threw the latter option to the back of his mind.

Impossible, if Sanriyuedian knew the truth, it wouldn't behave like this.What's even more miraculous is that after he came to a conclusion in his mind at this moment, the entanglement and worry that had tormented Yamabuchi Kunihiro all night finally settled down.He no longer bothered about Sanriyue.

In fact... Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro wanted to take Hasebe to the present world today, and the master control sword has been staying at the castle tower for two days. Che still felt that what he did was not good enough.

"Everyone is ready for the introductory episode." The valet Hasebe urged everyone as usual, and then looked at Yamabagiri Kunihiro next to him with tacit understanding, tacit understanding.He and Yamabuchi turned around together, walked towards the castle tower, and secretly signaled that his arms were ready on the way:

——The chest position of the young man with chestnut hair is a bit bulging.There is a pack of thick paper hidden inside, and the two meals of rice balls from last night and this morning are wrapped in the thick paper.Thanks to Kenmaru, most of the food he cooks is onigiri and rice. When the valet Hasebe goes to the castle tower to deliver the food, he packs the food of the god judge, and uses it as lunch when Yamabuki Kunihiro goes on an expedition.

In this way, with one addition and one subtraction, the food will be consumed normally.This is also the reason why Yamabuki Kunihiro was so calm while Komaru was in charge of the kitchen for the past two days.Otherwise, Hasebe would have been unable to hold back for a long time, and would continue to occupy the kitchen while serving as a valet.

A group of two people appeared on the remote path the previous two times in the white light of the time-space converter, leaving only Foxnosuke to stay in the castle tower.

"My lord, what are we going to do?" Hasebe looked around vigorously, a little fresh.His soft vine purple eyes beamed with joy—alone!Today is his solitary expedition with the lord! !He must behave well and let the Lord know that pressing and cutting Hasebe is the most loyal Yizhengdao who can relieve worries!

"I want to buy something to decorate my new home." Yamabuchi Kunihiro took out a small notebook from under his quilt and glanced at it, then looked up and pointed Hasebe in the direction of the small restaurant, "Yesterday we rented a room on the first floor behind the restaurant. According to the shop owner’s suggestion, today I’m going to buy the kind of folding bed frame for getting in and out of the bed, six sets of quilts, a small refrigerator and daily necessities.”

Hasebe listened very carefully, and asked: "Is our Honmaru's... money enough?" Honmaru's finances are in the hands of the attendants, and Hasebe knows how much money they have left in their wallets.

"Let's see if we can buy all of them, otherwise I'll find a part-time job." Yamabachi replied honestly.In fact, he feels that it has become more and more difficult to find a daily job recently. Even if he works full-time, he can't make a lot of money.Yokohama seems to be in chaos again.Yamabachi didn't want to go to black and white again, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Fortunately, Mr. Suzuki's script changes quickly, and the crew is also recruiting people. Yamabuchi seriously thinks that as long as they last for a while, they don't have to worry about it anymore when they have a stable long-term income!

It took the two of them almost an hour to buy the items on the list without exceeding the quota - all thanks to Hasebe's rigorous comparison, he has the potential to be a housekeeper, and he can pick out everything that is cheaper and more suitable of.But when they settled the bill with piles and piles of things, they encountered a little trouble.

"What do you mean, can't deliver the goods to your door?" Yamabuchi was a little caught off guard.He doesn't really want to reveal his strength, but it seems that all the trucks in the mall have been requisitioned temporarily, and their purpose is a mystery.They'll either have to wait hours, hail an expensive cab, or...

"Master... my lord, can you still hold it? I don't mind...you can give me the small refrigerator." Hasebe's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he and Yamabuchi both carried it on their backs. An exaggeratedly large package, struggling to run fast.The two had no choice but to take the hidden path, zigzagging through it to their new rented home.

"I can." Yamabuki Kunihiro firmly refused.Although he was also a little shaky and his running steps were weak, it was impossible for him to give his burden to the other party while watching Hasebe carry so many things on his back.

Turned another corner.

There's a burst of gunfire ahead, and it's unavoidable.Hasebe was a little surprised, but Yamabugiri's expression remained the same, he just lowered his head and covered his face under the sheet, speeding up and trying to pass through.He has seen a lot in Yokohama in the past few days. If there is a disagreement on the side of the road, there may be a gun//fight. This is probably a daily routine.

Touken Fusangshen's habit of going to history is not to participate in any turbulent plots, just passing by, so Yamabuki Kunihiro didn't think it was anything at all, and it had nothing to do with him.

So Hasebe also recovered his calm expression, he even accelerated his pace and rushed to the front of the lord, ready to defend the lord from unknown dangers at any time.Just like this, the two of them passed the fire//fighting scene calmly with their big bags on their backs, jumped through the gun/forest/bullet/rain with a "swish", and left quickly like a gust of wind.No one else could even see their faces clearly.

Two gangs of gangs//hands/parties who are fighting fiercely in the open space: "...???"

Just passed two what? !

"T-Mr. Dazai! Is that—mushroom?!" The subordinate in the black suit stuttered, and looked back at his boss at a loss.

This is too much like a supernatural event - such a big head, is it the performance of some supernatural person passing by?Mushroom supernatural powers? !What is that white cloth fluttering under the mushroom?

"Hmm... recently, a lot of strange people have come to Yokohama." The one called 'Mr. Dazai' by his subordinates was just a black-haired boy in a black suit and a big suit jacket that didn't fit.He is a teenager at most, and he has no sense of disobedience when standing in front of a group of black//hand/party with guns.His hair was limp and disheveled like seaweed, and there were white bandages on both his arms and his right eye.Even though he was standing at the scene of a dangerous fire// fight, the boy's expression was still bored in every possible way, as if he hadn't woken up, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Until just now, two weird guys suddenly entered the scene of the fire// fight - they left safely with a gesture of turning a blind eye.You must know that suddenly entering a third party in this situation will not cause the two parties to stop fighting, they will only subconsciously use more intense firepower to target the third party together.But the attitude of those two people was as if they passed by some roadside performance stage casually, they were safe and harmless, and they didn't even have the interest to take a second look.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had discovered some new and interesting toy.He simply patted the shoulders of his subordinates in black suits twice, and his tone fluctuated briskly: "This is for you, don't let them escape! I'm going to the bathroom—"

"Oh?! Tai, Dazai-san—?!" The subordinate was dumbfounded.

They all knew very well that Mr. Dazai slipped out to play again, not to go to the bathroom at all, but no one dared to expose it.Mr. Dazai always has strange reasons to paddle, and the final task is completed so that people can't fault it.But, but—is it really okay to leave the matter to the subordinates and slip away on such a serious occasion?

Although the investigation of the strange supernatural beings who appeared in their territory is also a serious reason...but that should be the responsibility of the intelligence department, right? !

Osamu Dazai's subordinates are either mad or on the way to collapse.

On the other hand, Yamabukiri and Hasebe, who had successfully arrived at the entrance of the small restaurant because of their high speed, had no idea that someone had already taken an interest in them.They put down their things and panted, ready to take a rest before moving into the room.

As soon as the fat owner of the small restaurant looked up, he saw the exaggerated scene outside, and was so frightened that he hurried out to help: "You—did you bring it back by yourself? There are so many things... I'll help you move them in."

"No, we can do it." Yamabuki Kunihiro refused directly with a cold attitude.He and Hasebe were not ordinary human beings, they felt trembling even after the fat boss took a few steps, and they really didn't need help.As he said that, the young man with the white quilt simply took a bed frame in one hand and walked towards the back of the restaurant.

The fat boss smiled and didn't care. People who have lived in Yokohama for a long time have their own way of judging people. He knows that the attitude of the new tenant is not even cold, but just a shy and kind child.

"What's the matter?" There was a sudden movement upstairs, and the red-haired man Yamabuchi met at the store door last time came down the stairs.Because all the heavy items have been robbed, the fat boss can't help, he just helps to hold the lighter bedding, and looks up with a familiar smile: "Mr. Oda, this is the new tenant on the first floor I mentioned last time." Guest—Mr. Kinoshita."

"I'm Kinoshita... Hello." Yamabuki Kunihiro carefully introduced his alias, and looked up at the red-haired man on the stairs.When signing the rental contract, he exchanged names with the shop owner.His surname adopts the metaphor of "there is a mountain musk under the tree", after all, the mountain musk comes from the forest in the mountains.The meaning of the name 'quilt' is very simple, it represents Yamabuki Kunihiro's favorite white sheet.

"Ah, my surname is Kuroda." When the red-haired man moved his eyes to Hasebe, the chestnut-haired youth panicked, and subconsciously reported this pseudonym.He immediately realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, Hasebe looked away in panic, lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, and did not dare to look at Yamabuki Kunihiro.

"Oda Sakunosuke." The red-haired man with a calm and paralyzed face also reported his name, and walked down the stairs silently to join the team of helpers.He looks like a decadent, unshaven uncle with a //gun on his waist and a thick gun/cocoon on his hand, he seems to be a dangerous person.He is unexpectedly proficient and experienced in doing housework, and he helped to arrange the items in the room in an orderly manner in a short while.

There are six upper and lower beds in the room, with a coffee table and a carpet in the middle, and a small refrigerator in the corner.Storage cabinets line the vacated walls.Everything does not seem crowded in a small room, but reveals a sense of warmth and warmth.Yamabuchi Kunihiro was amazed, at least he couldn't organize such a room.

"Thank you." Yamabuchi thanked in a low voice. He was not good at expressing himself, so he had to pour nine glasses of juice and bring them over on a tray, asking the fat boss and Oda-san to sit down and rest for a while.

"Nine Cups?" Oda-san asked, then walked out and raised his head.

--really.At the door of the room on the first floor and on the stairs leading to the second floor, the five children who sneaked out to observe secretly had no time to retreat, and were all caught, and could only utter a blank syllable: "...ah, Odasaku."

"We, we just want to see what Odasaku is doing to help the people downstairs...he found us last time." The oldest boy, Yusuke, mustered up the courage to explain on behalf of the brothers and sisters.Several little ones nodded desperately.

Oda Sakunosuke crossed his arms in front of his chest, because the expression of facial paralysis seemed a little unpredictable for a while, and the faint expression could not tell whether he was angry or not.The next moment, he relaxed and said helplessly: "Don't trouble Mr. Kinoshita."

A group of children got the signal and finally jumped down cheering and cheering. They eagerly picked up the bags left on the ground at the door, and tried to help in a sensible way: "Mr. Kinoshita! Let me put this in for you!" "Mr. Kinoshita, trash Can I throw the bag away when it's full?" Even the youngest four-year-old girl, Saki Le, knew to pick up a glass of juice first, trembling on her tiptoes, wanting to cut it for Yamaba: "Mr. Kinoshita, drink it first—"

The young man in the white sheet was in a hurry. He was the worst at dealing with enthusiastic kindness, and he was at a loss as to how to reject it.Seeing this, Hasebe couldn't care less about his autism, he rushed over to help the lord, squatted down and began to answer the children's words awkwardly.

The red-haired man and the fat boss stood together, looking over there in tacit understanding.

Oda Sakunosuke still trusts the vision of the shop owner.The other party allowed the new tenant to move in, which meant basic safety, so he also came down to help observe Mr. Kinoshita and his companions by the way, and this was the final confirmation.There are still quite a lot of people with special abilities in Yokohama, and some ordinary people will use various means to try to protect themselves, so the young man in the white sheet is carrying a knife and has a special temperament that is not like ordinary people. These two points are nothing at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have acquiesced in the behavior of the children just now, they all seem to like the white-quilted brother downstairs.

"What do stage actors do? Do they slash each other with a knife on stage?" the eight-year-old boy, Kemi, tugged on Hasebe's cuff with interest. Towel, little blushing, very interested in this aspect.

"Yes... to perform battles, and to perform lines." Hasebe racked his brains to recall that he hadn't acted in a stage play after all, and he couldn't show his timidity. Humans should play gracefully and beautifully, not messy, that kind of formation is called a 'killing formation'."

"Brother Kinoshita, what roles are you guys playing?" Seven-year-old Shinji was a shy little boy, and he raised his face expectantly and asked.

"Brother Kuroda knows so much!" Another eight-year-old boy, You Xiao, sighed like an adult.

The fat boss couldn't laugh or cry.It's over, it seems that the children not only eavesdropped today, but also eavesdropped on the conversation downstairs a few times ago.Was their appearance today premeditated?

"..." Oda Sakunosuke seriously thought about when should he take the children to watch a stage play?The kids seem to be very interested in this aspect.

Speaking of this topic, Yamabuki Kunihiro was finally not speechless. He pulled the quilt and squatted down, explaining intermittently: "The role I play is Token Fusangshin, a sword called Yamabuki Kunihiro The sword, it is...the number one masterpiece of swordsmith Kunihiro..."

"what."

When Osamu Dazai arrived, he saw such a leisurely scene.

The ground-floor room behind the restaurant, which used to be locked, is now wide open and fully furnished.The young man in a white cloth squatted on the ground and said something, and five children enthusiastically surrounded him and another strange man.The chubby store owner didn't cook in the store, and sat on a chair looking at them as if he was gratified to see his nephew in the next generation.

Dazai's friend Oda Sakunosuke was also sitting upright, honestly helping Sakule and Yuu with their unfinished juice...

"Dazai? It's really rare. Why did you come here?" Oda Sakunosuke's senses were very keen. He looked at the door suspiciously, and immediately spotted the black-haired boy standing there, and then came out with juice.

"I saw them passing by while I was doing the mission." Dazai put his hands in his pockets, walked over slowly, not in a hurry to find out the truth, and returned to his original casual look.He gestured to the two people in the room with his chin, and complained in a protracted voice, in an intimate tone,

"They didn't hide their whereabouts at all, so I quickly found them. Halfway through, I wondered if it might be what I thought... I didn't expect that Oda Saku knew it