Oda Nobunaga chooses the broken knife

"..."

OK, so hot.

He froze, not daring to move.

The demon king's eyes were unscrupulous, scanning his upper body.

That gaze was like a sharp knife.Gouged out the bones and blood, pierced the heart mercilessly, and made the blood spurt uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth in vain.He felt so thirsty in his throat that sparks could be spewed out by moving his tongue.

Ah... that must be the high temperature from the bath behind.

The Demon King smiled slightly.

Laugh at his embarrassment.Hasebe wanted to protest, but inexplicably, he couldn't get his words out.

With a light and clever sentence, it made him feel distracted.Sure enough, it was still that vile, annoying bastard.

The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, who was being slandered by disrespect, slowly raised the corners of his eyes, stretched out his hand, and plucked the "press cut Hasebe" from his waist.

The man shuddered for a moment, but did not move after all.

——In the palm of the girl's hand is "Pressing Hasebe".It is his body.It wasn't the one that was actually carried by the Demon King, and was dubbed "Bringing the Lower Realm", that knife.

He wouldn't say he was jealous of the knife.

Jealous like crazy.Hatefully jealous.Enviously jealous.

Yaken Toshiro once ridiculed him and said, "I am satisfied because of this", and he also put on a secretly showing off and complacent appearance.

He used to be really satisfied with it.It was as if hundreds of years of resentment had really dissipated.

But - "greedy".

Ah, it's still not enough.

Why, not him.

Why, the one who is qualified to accompany the girl, who can guard Oda Nobunaga to sleep, the saber is not him.

That knife is both him and not him.

He doesn't talk about his jealousy.He couldn't express his jealousy.Even if he was envied by this and watched gloomyly by the bird in the cage, Hasebe could only keep his face sullen, arrogant, showing a little bit of wish fulfillment and arrogance from the tip of his brow.

However, it is not him who is really held by Oda Nobunaga.

……

However, now, "he" is really lying in the girl's palm.

Hasebe felt a little shy.The strange trembling went all the way up the tailbone, making him almost tremble.The scabbard was pressed against the cold scabbard by the same temperature as hundreds of years ago, but he couldn't help shivering because of it.

The girl with black hair and red eyes squinted at him.The always condescending perspective, even the little smile on the corner of the mouth is full of evil and ridicule.Hasebe gritted his teeth secretly, restraining—why—the hot, scorching face, stubbornly unwilling to look away.

The devil laughed.With a movement of his fingers, Xiao Xu, the beautiful, blessing red rope wrapped around his body, fell to the ground.

Almost at the same second, the holy belt worn by his priest disappeared.

"—!!!!"

He took a trembling breath, and instantly understood the demon king's evil intentions.

No, he—

but--

How, how could——!

"Oh. Are you blushing?" The Demon King said contemptuously and with great interest, his voice was slightly hoarse on purpose, almost bringing this hand into the room back to the age when blood and fire coexisted.She was frivolous like a benefactor who wandered around the street, and cruel like the master of the world who waved and slaughtered thousands of people. "Why." She asked hoarsely in a whisper, "If you don't want to take it off, I won't force you."

yes!You really didn't force me!

Hasebe almost choked back.He didn't.The strange heat is baking this body in human form.He languishes in fear.

Mo Wangzai stared at him carefully for a while, then snorted, walked a few steps to the side, and sat directly on the edge of the bath.

The steam with a slight sulfur smell was hot, and the hem of the black military uniform was soaked in the water, causing a little uneasy ripple.

The Demon King put the knife across his knee, raised his eyes and smiled, and took off the scabbard!

"!!!"

Varied,--! !

No...he——!

The man knelt stiffly in place.His mind was shaken blank.He wanted to escape, to hide from those unscrupulous gazes, to find some kind of cover, but at the same time he knew that this was just an instinct after getting a human body.He didn't dare to move, he was frozen like a stone statue from head to toe.

The girl whistled frivolously.The whistle hovered in the steam-filled room, almost echoing.

What really reverberated was the excessively intense heartbeat in the chest cavity.Hasebe almost hated this body!He tried his best not to breathe too hard, and at the same time he was at a loss for his reaction.

He fixed his gaze on the Demon King's face, and for no reason dared not look directly into her eyes.He tried his best to make himself think about other things, what is the enemy's knife inspection? It is not against the government of the time/government to go out to expedition Wanwu——

With a "click", the knife fell to the ground.

Then there is the body.Take it apart completely and put it aside.

The sharp blade was pinched. "Tut tut" an exclamation of unknown meaning.Move your thumb along the back of the knife from top to bottom, and swipe hard with your fingertips.

The toolbox placed on the other side is dragged over.The sound of Yoshino paper being unfolded, folded, placed on the blade, and wiped from top to bottom.

The next step is powdering. The cotton and silk cloth are wrapped with terrazzo powder, and lightly tapped on the blade surface, it is indistinct and retreats with a touch, leaving a milky white mark.

After repeating, apply the toon oil to bring the blade back to its sharp and aggressive posture.

Such steps need to be repeated dozens of times.

"..."

……

So hot.

The strange heat is baking the body.A strange warmth welled up in his eyes.His nose was sore, and he couldn't help blinking.

Ah, who is making noise in the room.

"……Comfortable?"

Vaguely, he seemed to hear someone asking this.

The voice sounded like the owner's.It belonged to the bastard, the master who promised to come and pick him up, but couldn't wait no matter what in the end.How gentle this voice sounds, as if it was the days when I loved it so much at first and took him to show off everywhere.

"...Huh, uh—"

He gasped and answered.

Ah, why can't he restrain his breathing?

But—so comfortable, so comfortable—

Abundant spiritual power - magic power - directly infiltrates the blade.

Those hands, Oda Nobunaga's hands, were stroking him gently.

not someone else.Not anyone else.It's him.It is pressed and cut Hasebe.

"Haah...ha—hmmmm—"

So happy.

So happy.

So happy.

The warm liquid, following the blinking movement, fell directly from the cheeks and smashed to pieces on the ground.

"……idiot."

Someone snorted.Even this contemptuous click of the tongue carried a hint of intimacy.

Ah, I...

I--

"……host."

He opened his mouth silently, and finally compromised.

It's not a synonym for "that devil" or "that guy" anymore.

Isn't the one in front of you the only one who has pressed and cut Hasebe?

After being abandoned, resentment and grief covered it up.

Desperately denying, repelling, and hating, it seems that if I do this, the pain that was handed over to others will be as if it does not exist.

Ah, this is just stupid self-deception.

He still missed his master.

He loves his master.

If not, how could he remind the new owner "Oda Nobunaga" all the time.

"Woo...uh-ha..."

The spiritual power flowing from that end suddenly stopped.

Warm fingers gently cupped his cheek.

Hasebe raised his face.

On the handsome face, after the tears soaked through, it left traces of embarrassment.

After Liulizi's pupils were wet with tears, they showed a transparent color.

The facial features are obviously handsome, but at this moment they are dazed and docile, obediently looking over.

——It makes people want to bully just looking at it.

"Stupid." Oda Nobunaga said.Disgusted, lazy.

Then, she kicked the man into the bathtub.

"Didn't you even notice that the hand is over?" The devil reached out and put on the leather gloves again, and ordered arrogantly: "Go and wash it, idiot."

"--I……"

Hasebe stuck his head out of the water in embarrassment.He couldn't see it himself, so he naturally didn't know how much fear and reluctance had settled in his eyes.

And the Demon King turned around and waved casually:

"Come out after washing up." She said, with a little smile in her voice, "I'll let you watch the night tonight."

The author has something to say:

...have an afterthought. #suck#

-June 2017, 1

Only after I finished writing did I realize it was a bathroom play.

I finally know why there is a hot spring in the room by hand! (heavy fog!)

And get the correct posture of quietly dirty... I didn't write anything, just take care of the sword, nah, right?Smile.