[Shaman King] He has a cat

The chaotic world was hazy and soft. When A'Du woke up from his drowsy dream, the first thing he noticed was that the snow outside the window had stopped.

The blurry scenery gradually became clear, the courtyard was covered with white snow, and the air was filled with the smell of charcoal ashes. She sat up from the bed, and the hangover headache suddenly came up with the flowing blood, and she couldn't help it. There was a slight hiss.

"Miss A'Du, you finally woke up."

The slightest movement attracted the shikigami outside the house, and the white paper figurines followed Ma Nu and filed in.

A'Du pressed her throbbing temples. The last time she had such a severe hangover seemed to be when she was in college. She didn't remember what she was thinking at the time. She and her roommates gathered at the barbecue stand outside the school and drank until midnight, and the next day she had a headache. Desperate to have to continue to get up and go to class.

Speaking of class, if she remembers correctly...

A'Du froze suddenly.

Today there will be a throne ceremony in the palace.

"Assignment" is similar to the year-end review, promotion and salary increase, ah no, the conferring ceremony of promotion and promotion are all concentrated on the fifth day of the first month, which is today.

Thinking of this, she glanced at the sky outside the window, and asked Ma Nu calmly, "What time is it?"

Ma Nu smiled and brought the dark soup in front of her.

"It's already time."

A'Du: "...Sishi? Is it the Sishi near noon?"

Ma Nu: "Yes."

... This is no longer late, she has already finished her ceremony of entering the palace!It's already over!

Why do people in the Heian period arrange everything until early in the morning!Let her be a poor modern person.

A'Du felt his head hurt even more.

"Don't worry." Ma Nu seemed to see through what she was thinking, and said with a smile, "Master Ye Wang has asked for leave for you."

Ma Nu's smile today was a little too bright, and there was something wrong with the paper people dancing and holding hot towels for her. The joyful atmosphere seemed to be the first day of the new year.

"King Ye?"

A'Du remembered that yesterday she fought wine with others at the banquet of the Grand Minister, and she didn't quite remember how she got back after drinking. She only remembered that she drank down the four challengers very honorably.

... No, now is not the time to be proud of it.

Is she drunk?God, don't tell her that she was drunk and crazy in front of everyone.

In the end, it wouldn't be Ma Cang Ye Wang who tried his best to turn the tide and stop her from being drunk and bring her back?

No, no, no, no, no?

Is it necessary to die at the beginning of the new year?

A'Du covered his face in pain.

"Miss A'Du?" Ma Nu's concerned voice sounded beside her, "Are you okay, Miss A'Du?"

"..."

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head from between her fingers and whispered, "Did I cause you a lot of trouble last night?"

Thinking about it now, part of the reason why she took it lightly was that she was not familiar with the sake of this era, and the other part...maybe because she subconsciously felt that as long as King Asakura Leaf was present, there would be no problems.

If she trusts others like this without authorization, she really puts a burden on others, right?

The smile on Ma Nu's face seemed to falter.

The paper man who tiptoed to stick a hot towel on her face also stopped.

The surrounding scenery seemed to press the pause button. After a while, the snow on the eaves fell into the courtyard with a dull sound, finally breaking the inexplicably frozen atmosphere.

"……do not you remember?"

"Remember what?"

Ma Nu: "How did you come back last night, and what happened on the way?"

A'Du's blank expression gradually turned into panic: "Could it be... did I do something terrible?"

"..."

The smile on Ma Nu's face disappeared.

Her current expression is as if the duck she got is flying away, as if the whole sweetfish from Guichuan was caught in her net at first, and now those sweetfish have put inexplicable wings and flew out of her net. Gone, flew away, and never came back.

"...Master Ye Wang!!" Ma Nu hated iron for being weak, and the surrounding paper figures looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they were about to hide behind a screen for an impromptu meeting in the next moment.

Hey, no, what's the matter with King Ma Cang Ye?

It was the first time she discovered that when Ma Nu didn't know what to do, she would shout the name of King Ma Cang Ye so angrily.

Ma Nu walked around the room a few times, before she was dazzled by the sight, she suddenly sat back and handed the black soup bowl in front of her.

"This is hangover soup." Ma Nu paused, "Maybe Miss A'Du will be able to remember after drinking it."

"...What do you remember?"

All the embarrassing things she did last night?

A'Du looked at the bowl of hangover soup, under Ma Nu's bright eyes, she paused, picked up the soup bowl obediently and drank the bitter soup.

…Bitterness is really bitter, worthy of the pitch-black color of this bowl of hangover soup, but it is also really effective. After drinking the soup, she soon felt that her headache was relieved, and her temples no longer twitched. It hurts to jump.

"Thank you."

Ma Nu approached her: "Miss A'Du remember?"

Facing that hopeful gaze, A'Du couldn't help coughing lightly, and looked away slightly: "...It's okay."

"Fortunately, I remembered it? Or didn't I remember it?"

"...I mean thinking about it."

"Can Ma Nu help Miss A'Du remember?"

The tail, the non-existent tail reappeared, and it was wagging faster and faster.

Suddenly being so cute by the other party, A'Du couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently pushed Ma Nu's soft cheeks away.

"I'm a little hungry." She decided to make a fuss.

The maid-like shikigami couldn't refuse the request, and Asagi stood up almost immediately.

Before leaving, she flashed back to the front of the house:

"Is the food at the banquet delicious, or the food here?"

A'Du smiled: "Of course Ma Nu cooks the best food."

Shikigami left contentedly.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The stock master walked in with its exclusive cushion in its mouth. It cleverly avoided the torture session of Ma Nu, and after everything was calm, it walked to her bed without haste, and made it for itself comfortably. nest.

The tawny tabby folds its front paws and hides them under its furry belly, squatting down to look like a piece of bread.

"Are you here specifically to see me?" A'Du stretched out his hand and touched Gu Zong's chin.

"I feel better already."

Stock Zong narrowed his eyes.

After the meal, there was little snow falling outside the window again. It seemed that it had been snowing for the past few days. The thick snow buried all the sounds. The gray-white world was quiet and soft, and the sky was covered with cotton-like clouds.

A'Du petted the cat, squatting on the mat, squinting and pretending to sleep, the tabby cat really looked like a square piece of toast.

Even the colors are very similar, white belly, brown skin.

I really want to bury my face on the white cat's belly and take a breath.

"Stocks." She patted the cat's head, "Do you know that you look like a piece of bread?"

"You mean the kind made of wheat?"

A'Du turned his head and found that King Ma Cang Ye had returned at some time.

People in the Heian period didn't eat bread, and the food wasn't brought to the country until the 16th century by missionaries from Portugal.

"...Yes." She imagined the appearance of the bread in her mind, and then put a stock next to it for comparison.

"Don't you think it looks like it?"

cat and bread.

"There are indeed some similarities."

Gu Zong raised his head and looked at King Ma Cang Ye who was sitting down.

He explained: "It's a compliment for you."

Gu Zong blinked his eyes slowly.

There was warm charcoal burning in the room, Ma Cang Yewang's sleeves smelled of fresh snow outside, and he said softly, "Are you feeling better?"

A'Du nodded, and suddenly realized that it seemed inappropriate for him to sit on the bed with his coat on, but he couldn't say exactly what was inappropriate.

"Ma Nu told me that you don't seem to remember much about last night."

coming.

She froze in her heart, and sat up subconsciously: "Did I do anything strange last night?"

"No." King Ma Cang Ye smiled, "You didn't do anything strange."

No matter how you hear this sentence, it doesn't sound right.

"...You can tell me directly." A'Du closed his eyes as if facing death, "No matter what it is, I will take responsibility."

King Ma Cang Ye showed an inexplicable look in his eyes, and his expression seemed to be smiling, but there seemed to be some other meanings in that smiling expression.

"Really?"

A'Du felt a sense of crisis, although the sense of crisis was very weak, but the sense of existence was very clear.

The moment Ma Nu approached, the sense of crisis of being surrounded faded invisible, Asakura Ye Wang looked away and looked at Shikigami who was happily holding something.

"what happened?"

Ma Nu looked in her direction and said with a smile:

"Master Ye Wang can play the flute."

"...?"

Before A'Du could react, Ma Nu had already pushed something into Ma Cang Yewang's hand as if urging.

Unusual, the Great Onmyoji seemed to pause for a moment, as if he didn't expect his shikigami to react like this.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed slightly: "If that's the case, you might as well bring the letter paper and the plum branch together."

A'Du reacted belatedly and very hesitantly.

"Is this going to be a waka now?"

Ma Nu: "But the plum blossoms haven't bloomed yet."

After realizing this serious problem, Ma Nu reacted as if she wished she could go to the garden to pick plum blossoms now, or she could conjure a plum blossom herself.

She looked at King Ma Cangye with reproachful eyes, as if asking him why he chose this season.

What do you choose to do this season?

Sing waka?

A'Du became more and more confused: "Well, do I have to compose a waka too?"

Too bad, let her compose choruses, it is better to let her recite Shakespeare.

She tentatively said, "Can I skip this link?"

Ma Nu and Ma Cang Yewang looked over together.

... So guilty, really guilty, this feeling is like being dragged to the podium to do math problems, but she really can't!

"In an ideal situation, yes." King Ma Cang Ye smiled, "but if you are not good at it, then it doesn't matter."

As he spoke, he picked up the flute in his hand.

For nobles in the Heian period, reciting waka and playing musical instruments were compulsory courses. If you just reached out and grabbed them in the court, almost no one caught could not know these two skills.

But she remembered that when she saw him for the first time in the palace, the Great Onmyoji seemed to have slipped out of a waka party. She originally thought he hated karaoke, but now it seems that he just hates that kind of occasion.

Fine snow fell from the sky, and the melodious flute sounded in the silent snow.

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing from a distance, and the same wind blew off the spring cherry blossoms and blown into the sunny porch, the warm coolness passed over her cheeks, and lifted the broken hair around her ears.

The music sounded in the wind, it seemed to be a dragon flute at that time, and it seemed to be a harp, the simple and long-lasting sound lingered, as if a picture scroll surrounded by clouds and mist was slowly opening in front of you.

Immediately, the scroll melted, the gold paint peeled off, and the snow-falling night sky emerged from memory. The moon like fingernail prints loomed behind the wide sleeves of the hunting clothes. It was so beautiful that people unconsciously held their breath.

"...I seem to understand a little bit."

The warm breath left his lips slightly, and the big onmyoji with his sleeves raised gave a low laugh, lowering his eyelids slightly.

"Why did you drink so much?"

"……what?"

She hasn't reacted yet.

"Because it is true..." The kiss fell again, this time it was not a melted snowflake, the other party's breath was smiling, and he said softly, "It makes people want to remember."

After taking a sip, it will only make people want to continue tasting.

From the superficial touch at the beginning, the time to stay behind is getting longer and longer.

The fingers holding her cheeks were very warm, and the feeling of blending with her breath was so gentle, and the subtle shivering sensation climbed up the spine, which was so comfortable that it made one's mind numb.

She finally reacted on the third time.

She stretched out her hand, grabbed the red-backed white hunting clothes, and in the surprised eyes of the other party, grabbed his collar and pulled him off——

The flute stopped.

Snowflakes drifted across the eaves and fell against the white background. The big onmyoji in hunting clothes stopped his movements and raised his eyes.

"..."

The ability to read minds is terrifying.

Is it too late to let her drill into the ground?

King Ma Cang Ye put down his flute slowly, and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, it may be too late."

The author has something to say:

In the Heian era, the way men and women expressed their affection = giving each other waka

The delivery method of this waka is very particular. From the handwriting, the incense of the letter paper, to the flower branches tied with the letter paper, every detail will be carefully examined by the other party.

A'Du: Huh?

People who can't write poetry are doomed to be single in this era【x

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