It's Auntie Benmaru!

#17

The sun slanted slightly.

In the courtyard of Watanabe's house, Onikiri, who always practiced swords alone, put down the sword in his hand, and stood straight in front of Tsuna Watanabe's room.

"Human life is fragile and short, and the day of withering will always come."

The man who had taken off his snow-white hunting clothes raised his thin hands. In contrast to his increasingly thin body, his eyes were always shining with generosity and confidence.

"Onikiri, I had expected this day a long time ago."

His voice was very soft, softer than the falling autumn leaves in the yard.

"Master, what do you mean? Are you going to ignore the outcome?"

The small black figure with shoulder-length short hair frowned, and his master's figure was reflected in his red pupils.

At this moment, there was a pain in his chest that he didn't understand. He didn't know where the pain came from—he was obviously not injured, but just seeing his master lying weakly on the bed, he felt Like the pain of an injury.

Why does the man in front of him, sitting here peacefully, give him a feeling that he is about to go away?

"It doesn't matter, I just think that victory or defeat is unnecessary."

"...For me, it is necessary!"

"Onikiri, what do you want to prove with that victory?"

"I want to surpass you, if I can beat you, then I can understand..."

"...Pfft, you don't even know what you want to understand."

Tsuna Watanabe chuckled suddenly, the smile was covered by his sideburns parted in the middle, so Onikiri couldn't see his appearance clearly at the moment.

"Onikiri, right now you are still looking for the meaning of your existence. With this monster body, it is not easy for you to understand human emotions, but in my eyes, you have always had your pride. As for surpassing me... "

Watanabe Tsuna lowered his eyes and whispered, as if he suddenly remembered something, a gentle smile crossed his lips: "I feel that no one in this life can surpass me, including you."

"what does that mean?"

"Don't you understand?" Watanabe Tsuna looked at with a smile, the satisfied eyes made Onikiri's eyes startled, even though he had accompanied the man in front of him through most of his glorious life, he had rarely seen such a satisfied smile on him .

Onikiri opened his mouth blankly and couldn't say a word of anger, only to hear Watanabe Tsuna slowly add: "Because I have you, Onikiri."

Onikiri's pupils shrank in surprise, although he didn't understand Watanabe Tsuna's meaning, but the position of his chest was filled with a huge warmth.

Onikiri's intuitive cognition is very important, and he didn't know what Watanabe Tsuna meant at the time.

He hadn't even imagined how terrible parting from Watanabe Tsuna would be to him.

A hazy sense of anxiety filled his chest, he gritted his teeth - Watanabe Tsuna has always been like this recently, no longer paying much attention to him, but always smiling contentedly.

He didn't understand, he was angry—

He even dropped the knife that was always inseparable from him, ran barefoot into Tsuna Watanabe's room, clenched his lapel with two small fists, and shook his tall but no longer strong body.

"You and I have not yet come to a conclusion, how could you..."

Tsuna Watanabe stared indifferently at Onikiri, who looked like a child in front of him, with his hands hanging beside him, and strange memories emerged in his mind when he picked up Onikiri's fragments from the cold river and recast him with all his might. things.

After the battle with Ibaraki Doji, Onikiri's blade was damaged, and then it was broken in a certain battle.

At that time, he personally used hammers and tools to correct and cast the blade of his sword over and over again until his hands were dripping with blood and he could not even lift them up.

So far, he has never felt that he has made a wrong decision.

It is the same now.

He looked at Onikiri, his eyes showed emotions that Onikiri couldn't understand now.

He lowered his eyes and raised his hand, not angry at Onikiri's overstepping.

"Although I also want to see you return to your original awe-inspiring appearance with my own eyes... But maybe, everything will have to wait for the person who gave you the fragment to know."

He tapped his fingertips on Onikiri's thin chest.

"I want to rest, you go out."

He sent Onikiri away, and the black-haired Shikigami's face was full of unwillingness—finally, he still gritted his teeth and left with his blood-red eyes shining.

The wooden door of the bedroom facing the corridor was sternly closed by Onitachi, and with a sound of brushing, most of the sunlight outside the room was covered.

In fact, Watanabe Tsuna did not rest, instead, he turned his gaze to an empty corner of the room, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a nice arc.

"Are you watching? I don't know who you are, but after Onikiri... I'll leave it to you."

Tianqing slept until noon the next day.

In the original words of Yamabukiri, both he and Foxnosuke wanted to enter the room to wake her up, but during this period they were forced to be unable to approach by a strange coercion. Hearing that Foxnosuke said that her shikigami was guarding her, they Can't even get close.

So Yamabukiri stood outside Tianqing's room all night, trembling and worried.

Hearing this, Tianqing flicked the cloud in his pocket viciously with his fingers.

[[I'm also doing this to let you have a good rest, isn't the deity doing it right? ]]

Feeling Tianqing's reprimand, the Zombie's tone was very aggrieved, even at the end of the sentence it was still rising.

[But you made everyone around me think that I was bent over by a ghost! ]

[[This deity is not such a lowly existence as Li Gui. ]]

[Come on. ]

Tianqing no longer argued with Yamata no Orochi in her heart, and knew that if Orochi hadn't gathered spiritual power for her, it would be impossible for her to recover so well in this pill.

He also truly confirmed that she had recovered before returning to Yun Wai Jing.

[Thank you, but just do it properly next time. ]

Her tone was stubborn and authentic, but Yamata no Orochi twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard the "thank you", and didn't return.

Tianqing felt that Yamata no Orochi's aura had settled down a bit, so she walked to the main hall with Yamabukiri.

[Mr. Yamabukiri, you don’t have to wait for me like this next time, you didn’t sleep well, did you? ]

"These are my responsibilities as a close servant. Your safety is the top priority at any time...Although as a fake, I couldn't help you last night..."

[That's not because you are an imitation, but because the pervert last night was too capricious. ]

Having said that, Tianqing seemed to feel that the mirror in her pocket was getting hot, but she didn't care about it.

The current Yamata no Orochi only has the soul living in the cloud mirror, and the body needs to absorb more aura from the outside to become solidified a little bit. He dared to spend a lot of time yesterday to condense the entity, but now there is no need to heat the cloud mirror. Nothing else can be done.

So she can not only call him perverted, but also call him an idiot, that he smells like mud... and that his lips are exaggerated!

Tianqing thought unkindly, and persuaded Yamabukiri while walking.

[In any case, because we still have a lot of work to do in the future, this is not an order, but next time I still hope that Mr. Yamabukiri will go back and have a good rest. ]

"I know, I know..."

He nodded, Ruying accompanied Tianqing, and led her to the dining room for lunch.

"The partners with severe hand injuries have basically recovered, and they will be able to move around freely in a few hours."

"The slanderous partner has already left and entered the room this morning. If you decide how to arrange the order of the episodes, let me announce it."

Yamabachi straightened his waist and knelt beside Tianqing, waiting for her to finish eating a bowl of yam mud udon noodles, and then reported it sternly.

[In the past, there will be records in this pill that the god judges arranged internal episodes? ]

"There are, and they are placed in the study of the Honmaru God Judge."

[Then please Mr. Yamabukiri to get it for me... Oh yes, there is also a knife account. ]

"Yes, I understand."

Tianqing smiled slightly, Yamabuchi nodded slightly, picked up the tableware and utensils she had used, and turned to leave the hall.

"My lord, hello."

"Master, good afternoon, you are already up."

"Master, I'm Natsuo Toshiro, and this brother is Gu Gu, so I won't disturb your work!"

After Yamabuchi left, because the door of the main hall was open, there would always be some swords passing by to greet her. Every time when Tianqing raised her head, they had already finished talking and were about to leave, with a respectful look Really let her talk.

Some heart sounds that belong to the sword will also pass into her mind from time to time.

'I heard that she is the daughter of the former god judge. Will this god judge stay in Honmaru for a long time? '

'After treating our wounds, we must immediately return to the mission of preserving history. '

"Actually, I'm more worried about everyone's mood than historical missions..."

'Everyone must be very upset...'

"Actually, I still like that warm judge better. I miss Master Ah Chu a little..."

When Tianqing heard this, she felt a tingling pain in her temples. Taking advantage of no one sighing, she simply blocked her ability with spiritual power.

Don't listen, don't listen, she doesn't want to listen.

She stood up from the low table in the center of the hall, and at the same time, two small white paper figures flew out of her pocket, which were Xuetongzi and Rihefang—pointing to the large prairie in the backyard.

[Also, going out for a walk is also good. ]

Tianqing took another breath, put on a pair of clogs, and walked cautiously towards the cherry tree.

It was a double cherry tree planted in the center of the Honmaru. The trunk was so thick that dozens of people couldn't hold it hand in hand.

At this time, the cherry blossoms were not in bloom yet, and on the branched branches were clumps of dark green leaves.

Tianqing walked to the side of the big tree, looked up, and realized that this place was almost the center of Honmaru's barrier.

So the state of this tree can basically reflect the state of Honmaru.

She put her hand on the trunk, and at the same time, heard a pleasant voice from the tree.

"Oh, my father is really interested in you. What exactly are you looking forward to?"

Tian Qing who had just walked to the side of the cherry tree was startled, and immediately looked up at the thin and delicate body with black hair sitting on the branch of the tree.

The man in front of him had charming red makeup, and the corners of his lips raised a slight arc.

She was startled by the sudden voice, knowing that the person in front of her was also one of Touken Fusangshin, she did not answer the question, but slowly withdrew her hand on the trunk of the cherry tree and asked a question.

[Why is this tree withered?Why are there so many scars on the tree? ]

"Do you really want to hear it?"

[Yes. ]

"This is a good thing done by the first master of Honmaru."

The black-haired Touken Fusangshen kicked his legs, jumped down from the cherry tree, met Tianqing's eyes, and then told the dusty story like a fairy tale.

"Our sword Fusangshen is a sword made of soul. Because it is connected with the soul of the god judge, it will be affected by the master's state of mind. He is definitely not a good master, so let some of us swords The soul is polluted."

[I know this. ] Tianqing thought for a while, and said the vocabulary that Foxnosuke taught her the day they first met: [It is the dark fall. ]

Standing barefoot in front of Tianqing, Fu Sangshen lowered his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "This word, my father still feels creepy after hearing it."

[You haven't answered me yet, where did the scars on the tree come from. ]

"Oh, the ones on this tree... are the scars engraved on the hearts of each of our knives."

The white and slender hands rested on the tree trunk, and a gust of wind blew by, but it didn't move the thin body in front of him.

"Although to be precise, it's actually the scar that the child Yiqi Yizhen cut himself."

As the black-haired swordsman said, a strange smile appeared on his red lips.

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