Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

Leibo Street, an indelible scar on Yokohama in the past.

Hirakawa Gathering stood on the edge of Leibo Street, looking down——

The entire Leibo Street is like a piece of flesh that has been gouged out of the city, and this wound is rotten and festering, the smell is unspeakable, and darkness and crime breed fly wings here.

This is Yokohama's famous three-way zone.

There was the roar of locomotives in the distance.

"Ya Ji!"

When he was still immersed in the placement and design of Leibo Street, his back was covered by a warm body, and then he was turned around forcefully, his breath was occupied, and he was kissed on the street majestically.

After the farewell, Zhong Yuanzhong was also extremely aggressive, and the strength of the kiss seemed to swallow him whole.

People passing by looked away curiously and evasively, and looked at him quietly from the corner of their eyes.

Hirakawa Yaji was breathless from the stormy kiss, and his waist and abdomen were so painful that he couldn't even take a step back.

It wasn't until a faint fishy sweetness was felt by the taste buds of the other party between the entangled lips and teeth, that the storm turned into the intimacy of the spring rain.

"How did you get to Leibo Street?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also satisfied Xiao Bie's longing for a little bit, seeing that he had arrived at Leibo Street as soon as he came back, he was a little worried again.

Did he remember something?

Zhong Yuan Zhong also's eyes darkened slightly, and he hoped he wouldn't think of it.

"I chose the territory on Leibo Street."

Hirakawa Yaji supported his arm to talk about business, but the serious atmosphere was broken by his slight panting and the corners of his lips that were bitten and looked red and swollen.

Zhong Yuanzhong also only glanced at it, and couldn't help but licked his lower lip eagerly.

He looked away from his lips, not daring to look any further.

After all, he was still on the street, and through the dream, he knew that Yaji's face was still very thin.

Pushing down the brim of his hat, he tilted his head and rubbed the tip of Pingchuan Yaji's nose and asked, "Why did you choose Leibo Street? There are so many good feet, are you short of money? I have it here, and I will swipe the card for you."

Hirakawa Yaji smiled slightly, pointed at the tip of his nose, and kissed the corner of his lips like a dragonfly.

"Raibo Street is very good, the place is big enough, and I can completely overthrow and rebuild it according to my ideas."

He dragged Zhong Yuan Zhongya into Leibo Street.

On the dirty streets, the sewage smells sour, mosquitoes and flies are flying, and the dilapidated houses beside the streets are still leaking, and there are some tattered rags inside.

There were no smiles on the faces of the people passing by, and very few children appeared, and when they appeared, they also hurried past the corner like little mice, with dark faces and vigilant eyes.

Hirakawa Yaji shuttled through the streets and alleys familiarly, and occasionally stroked the tiny cracks on the wall with his fingertips. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes to hide the memory in his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him who was slightly out of his mind, his steps were much heavier, and a little searching flashed in his cobalt blue eyes, he opened his mouth to ask something, but hesitated to speak.

It was not until a familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard appeared in front of him that Pingchuan Yaji stopped. After a long time, he asked softly:

"Chuya, do you believe that in a short time, this place will be a holy place for people to come and go."

In his eyes, he saw the dirty and poor Leibo Street in front of him, which seemed to be sinking in the black mud, but in his mind he recalled the grand scene of the "Healing Country LIFE" in the past.

As a rebirth teacher, the holy place in his heart is LIFE, the country of healing.

There are countless regenerated masters there, and patients from all over the world come from all over the world. When they come with pain and leave with a smile and a healthy body, it seems that the meaning of the existence of regenerated masters is between coming and going. .

When the phase task requirement of the main quest was [select a territory and create a gourmet landmark], the first thing he thought of was LIFE, the country of healing.

May everyone stay away from illness, and may the place where he is, be free from disputes, be full of happiness and well-being.

Rebirth masters have some professional beliefs in them.

They let the ancient species that disappeared in the long river of history come back to the world, let the endangered species in the real world prosper, maintain the biological chain and the natural world, and do their best to create contributions to the world and relieve people's pain.

He is a rebirth teacher, even if he lives outside, he will build the country of healing in his mind!

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at their former residence, swallowed the soreness in his throat, and said with force:

"I believe! As long as you want, you can do it."

And there is also him, what Yaji wishes, he will try his best to realize it.

Pingchuan Yaji looked into the house from a short distance, and the people inside had changed. Seeing them two people who obviously did not belong to Leibo Street and looked confident standing at the door, their eyes and movements became vigilant extremely.

He stepped back slightly to show that he was not threatening.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart: after they left, this house sheltered another group of children.

So he made a note in his mind that before building the territory, the people in Leibo Street must be properly settled.

He looked at those thin and frightened children, hoping that in the future, their childhood memories would no longer be so dark.

···

The next day, early morning.

When the simulated bird song of the alarm clock sounded, after a while, a hand was stretched out from the fluffy silk quilt, and the bell was knocked off with a "snap".

The arm that completed the task fell outside the quilt. It seemed that someone was particularly fond of the bony wrist bones, surrounded by faint blue marks, and further up, the corners of the quilt were lifted to reveal the collarbone, with spots of bloodshot plums on it.

After Hirakawa got up, he stood in front of the full-length mirror and straightened his clothes, carefully covering the traces of his body little by little under the clothes. The white and blue outfits made him look like the sea breeze in Yokohama, refreshing and gentle.

only……

He frowned slightly and lifted his chin. The soft flesh of the red mole on the jaw was rubbed red, and the color did not fade even after rubbing.

In the summer, where would he find clothes with a high collar that would cover his chin?

His brows furrowed unconsciously.

At this time, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him, and gently put a Band-Aid on him, it was still the cute one with pink dots.

"Well, it's blocked now." Zhong Yuan also had a smug expression.

Pingchuan Yaji looks like a Band-Aid for "no silver 300 taels here": ...

Isn't this more attractive?

"Is it not good?"

Zhongya Nakahara realized belatedly that it was indeed a bit conspicuous, he hesitated with his fingertips and eagerly wanted to take it off for him.

But Pingchuan Yaji pressed his hand, rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a low voice, "Let's just leave it like this."

At least it's stuck, and other people won't see it even if they think about it.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling his rolling Adam's apple and soft, defenseless soft neck in his palms, he couldn't help grinding his fangs, rubbing his ungloved fingers, his eyes became darker and darker.

"You..." Pingchuan Yaji looked at his fingertips that had already touched the collarbone, and patted lightly: "If you do it again, even a Band-Aid can't cover it!"

"Tsk." Zhong Yuan withdrew his hand with an angry expression on his face.

Standing in front of the mirror one behind the other, Nakahara Chuya put his arms around his waist, and put his chin on Hirakawa Masaki's shoulder behind him.

Hirakawa Yaji played with the finger he put in front of him, hesitated and said, "Do you want to become my clan?"

"Huh? Did Yaji want to try the feeling of being raped?"

Nakahara Chuya's voice is hoarse and magnetic, and when he speaks next to his ear, it seems to make his ears vibrate.

The next moment, he was pinched by Pingchuan Yaji, and said angrily: "I'm serious, why are you thinking that way again!"

"I'm serious too, what's wrong with you, King? King? Huh? What else do you want me to call you?"

Hirakawa Yaji couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, the numbness spread from his ears to his fingertips.

"Look, don't you like it very much, hard-spoken and soft-hearted, huh?"

Hirakawa Yaji was so teased that his waist softened a bit, so he simply didn't ask for his opinion.

Interlocking with his fingers, a faint white light glowed on his body, and from his body, the white light gradually enveloped Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Wisps of red appeared within the light, making the two of them seem to be bathed in holy light.

The room was quiet for a moment, the sea breeze blew up the curtains, and the thin shadows of the curtains fluttered on the shadows of their embrace.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mind, allowing the majestic power of the king to cover his muscles, blood vessels, heart and mind.

In the dark, he felt a sense of connection with Pingchuan Yaji, he could feel the fluctuation of every power in his body, and he could perceive his joy and joy from the fluctuation without looking at him.

Ten fingers intertwined, continuous energy poured into his body from the opponent, filling the whole body, as if to brand him and sign the ownership.

"Am I your first clan?"

"Yes."

"The place you specially left for me?"

"Ah."

"good."

The following commits seem to be really addictive.

When a loyal subject puts the king, who is supposed to be high above, under him, and the king gives his request, and even has strong affection, his fingers will only grasp the bed sheet fiercely, and his body will tremble.

That feeling is really addictive.

···

Masaki Hirakawa returns to Buteisha in a loose T-shirt.

He wears a cool choker around his neck, but the coolness is hindered by the pink polka-dot Band-Aid.

But unexpectedly, there is a sense of youthful wantonness.

Everyone in the Butei Club was very happy to see him back, and the first thing he did after he came back was to ask everyone, including the president, if they wanted to become a colorless clan.

The result is positive.

When everyone had different degrees of time ability, Hirakawa Masaki breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why he chose to make everyone in the Butei Club a colorless clan was not because of his great ambitions, but because of self-protection.

Not all people in the Butei Club have the ability to protect themselves, and those who have the ability to protect themselves will be safer if they have control over time.

His original intention is obvious, so no one, including Ranpo and the president, rejected him, and everyone who has acquired the ability has the same attitude towards him as before, and there is no sense of alienation just because he is the king.

This relieved his heart, which was turbulent due to the recent changes around him, a lot.

There is a sense of security that life is as stable as ever.

At noon, Osamu Dazai and others, who had been busy all morning, threw themselves on the sofa in his restaurant, their faces pressed against the table, shoulders shrugged, and the word "burnout" was written all over their faces.

"Yaji sauce, what's delicious for lunch today?"

Osamu Dazai used his face as a ball, rolling left and right on the table, turning into a steamed bun face.

Hirakawa Yaji no longer needed a wheelchair. Hearing the sound, he poked his head out of the kitchen.

"At noon today, we have 【Candied Chicken】, Baked 【Lychee Sturgeon】in tin foil, stewed fresh mushrooms, and meat pie with sauce."

"Ah~ Yaji-chan, are there no crabs?" Dazai Osamu shouted stickily.

"If you come to help me, there will be." Pingchuan Yaji said with a smile while holding the spatula.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, rolled up his sleeves decisively, stood up and said, "Tell me, how can I help?"

Several other people slumped on the table turned their eyes to Dazai Osamu, surprised by his love for crabs, but other than their eyes, they were as lazy as ever.

"Okay, then I let it go?"

"What?" A question mark flashed in everyone's mind.

The next moment, a large crab three meters long and one meter high suddenly appeared in the originally very spacious restaurant, with its teeth and claws open, and the whole body was radiating cold air.

"!!!"

The few people who were still tired just jumped out of the sofa with their hands and feet, and the crab legs of the crab that had just opened their teeth and claws were fixed in mid-air as if time was frozen.

"[Tsar Crab (Level 1)], a huge crab that lives in extremely cold places, is very ferocious, the shell is hard and cold-resistant, but the crab meat inside is as crystal clear as ice and snow, very fresh and sweet, raw and drunk pickled are the most delicious , it can also be made into crab meat sashimi, and the sushi made with vinegared rice is refreshing and appetizing.”*

"Gudong——" Osamu Dazai looked at the giant crab with increasingly fiery eyes.

"The next step is up to you, I will make as much crab meat as you can produce." Pingchuan Yaji said with a smile.

"I have to think about the recipe, fried crab meat, orange stuffed crab, crab meat sashimi, golden soup crab meat, fried crab steak, bald butter, crab roe noodles..."

Burnout, in front of delicious food, defeated.