[Sword Ranbu] The Inquisitor on the Tip of the Tongue

Did you know that she is Nuan Yang.The bright light made him unable to open his eyes, and the warmth made his heart beat.

So he couldn't bear the slow, hot and dizzying atmosphere in summer anymore, his face was stained with a faintly beautiful blush, and he pulled off the dirty white cloth with slightly trembling hands.Cover up that dainty and pretty blonde completely underneath.

You can't see me, you can't see me.

For the girl who is doted on by the fusangshen, of course Yamabuchi must avoid it.Just let the heart rhythm beating, beating so fast that you don't know what to do.

Yamabashi Kunihiro. ...What kind of look is that in your eyes, do you mind if I am a fake?

"I like you, I like you," she even raised the corners of her cute mouth a little coquettishly, with an innocent expression, exaggerating without any scruples, "Because you are beautiful."

The rose red eyes are slowly stranded in the pure water, am I wrong, I obviously like you very much, and a soft smile flows out.

Inch by inch, his breathing was disordered. ——Then, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, he turned his face violently and turned around unbearably.

"I like you" and, "I like your face" are obviously two different meanings... Which do you think I think it is?

"Pretty or something, don't say that."

Well, it doesn't match the imitation knife...

She looked at him.

People who are enslaved by inferiority complex seem to be in a bleak shadow, and of course they don't take the initiative to accept it.

"Anyway, for imitation knives, you will soon lose interest. I know."

Precisely because he knew what she would say in his heart.

Feeling ashamed even more, he avoided her eyes more and more casually, and was not satisfied with being covered by the white cloth, and wanted to hide in a dark corner more than being buried deep under the cherry tree.

I'm just imitating a knife, so I can't talk about "beautiful", let alone "like".

That's why Yamabuki Kunihiro interrupted the girl's rebuttal in a somewhat rude manner.

You don't like me because even I don't like myself...

"But Yamabagiri Kunihiro is-"

A kind and humble heart that seems to weep silently—his summer sky should always be cloudy and gloomy.

Underneath the silent face should be the same silent heart, please don't, don't stare at the despicable "Yamabukiri Kunihiro".Feeling so faintly and timidly, the outstanding appearance covered with shadows.

Evaded as always.

Avoiding the eyes, avoiding the sun, avoiding himself.

"Being, that's too pitiful..."

"You're so pretty! Be more confident!"

"That's right! That's right! I feel so sorry for being caught!"

After all, the character of Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro is just like that selling a "beautiful boy with low self-esteem" character design, to win the overflowing sympathy of beings who are both god judges and girls.

Like a fragile and beautiful child curled up in a corner.

I am not something, famous, a sword.

Whether it is a forged knife or a drop, it can be easily obtained.

"But, I'm not a fake. It's Kunihiro's number one masterpiece...!"

At that moment, Yamabuchi frowned fiercely, raised the syllable as if bursting out suddenly, and stared at the god-judgment girl with eyes of anger gushing out like a sword.

No matter how strong it becomes, it is still an imitation knife after all, you think so, right?

Compared to those noble swords, whether it's Mikazuki Munekin, Kokarasuma, or Suzumaru Koji, all of them are much more precious than him, right?

…… Just because it’s an imitation knife, can’t you agree with me?

"Yes, only tattered is suitable for me."

He obviously wanted to stop Umaru's atrocities, he wanted to save her like Tsurumaru did, and he was waiting to be her pillar like Taro...

"Obviously yes", it is as simple as that.

Yamabuki lowered his blue Haruko eyes, turned into deflated balls, and suddenly lost his mind.

You don't need to buy anything, you don't need to speed up the letter or something, and please don't bring the dumplings.

The imitation knife does not match at all.

Don't give me extra care, it's okay for me to rot even if I am like this.

Wouldn't it be good to cut the mustache that loves to spoil you?Wouldn't it be good to give that knee pill that secretly cares about you?

Your initial sword is also the proud son of Kawara.

He had too many words stuck in his throat, like a water outlet blocked by chaotic thoughts, and lost his composure.escape.Cocoon yourself.In the final analysis, the things he has done for her have never been limited to ordinary outings, expeditions, and acting as insiders.

Yamabagiri couldn't even compare to the domineering and lonely Umaru Yusei.

It's just that she is too clear about her position in her heart, and she is becoming more and more silent, so don't try to wake up her memory.

"You are wrong."

Unconsciously stroking the fine hair scattered on the sideburns, her sweet and soft expression, like a light yellow cheese sandwich that slides down, presses on his heart every time, making it slightly sweet .

Yet with some drunken pain.

"Why don't you look at me? Why do you keep your head down?"

"As "National Hiroshi's No. [-] Masterpiece", being proud of it! It doesn't matter if you are self-willed!"

Blinking, the blunt and quiet eyes gradually melted into a beautiful blush, "The most mediocre and least famous existence in this pill is actually me, right?"

She who wants to learn how to fight and protect Kiyomitsu...

There was not even a resistance to the atrocities committed by Token Fusangshin.

It was pitifully weak.

"The most incompetent and useless 'Master God Judge' needs to be protected."

"So," her breath brushed against his fingers, provoking a little itchiness.The sneaky pleasure slowly spread to his nerves, and the false blood in the arteries seemed to surge faster.

The held hands were at a loss, "Can you protect me?"

"'National Hiroshi's No. [-] Masterpiece' is really an excellent sword."

There's nothing wrong with liking being caught, right?

I'm not wrong to say that, am I?

Lifting her beautiful face, the girl who judged God really didn't understand anything at all, she just foolishly spoiled the Fusangshen, and her slender feet gradually sank deeper into the chaotic and dirty quagmire.

Obviously the starting point is so good - just using the wrong method.

So, it's you who are wrong, right?

Incompetent and cowardly, he crumpled his sleeves, and secretly kept asking why he couldn't turn a blind eye, and why he couldn't cut off the shackles around her.A thin layer of red dyed the corners of Yamabukiri's eyes, and his chest was heaving with emotion.

An embarrassing and rapid noise like overbreathing can't wait to make it with the rhythm.

She, indeed, forgot, Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

She knew she shouldn't forget it.

……………………… This time I must make you happy.

The author has something to say:

Quietly looking at the empty comment area...... Wronged.

It’s the first time I’ve written about being censored, so I just casually sue for a while (.

I'm a little busy at the beginning of school, and I was going to change it a few days ago, but I couldn't help but started to procrastinate... and I felt more at ease when I saw that there was no reminder (×)

Well, mua!

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