[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

Fujiki watched as Hasebe disappeared into the crowd.

After confirming that Fusangshen would not turn back, Fujiki drank the ramen in two or three mouthfuls, got up, paid the bill and left, then turned around and walked into a gift shop not far from the ramen shop.

"Welcome, how can I help?"

The store manager is a middle-aged man wearing a blue turban, he smiled cheerfully when he saw the customer.

"Hello." Fujiki nodded to him. "Please help me get ten guards, the best one."

"Hey, big customer! Please wait a moment." The uncle agreed loudly, and quickly took out the guard, and wrapped it in an exquisite gift box.

When handing out the amulets, the store manager carefully looked at Fujiki's expression, and suddenly asked, "Why does the young man have such a gloomy face? Did you buy so many amulets at once, did the swordsmen get seriously injured?"

"Ah, no. I'm a newly-appointed God Judge, and I haven't participated in the battle yet. Yushou is preparing for the future." Hearing that it is very dangerous to go out with a sword, Yushou gave each of Bazhen a sword, and then kept Two spares.

"Yo, newcomer, that's really not common."

Hearing that Fujiki was a newcomer, the store manager seemed a little excited, put down his things and walked out of the counter. "Since it wasn't the sword that was injured, why did you look depressed?"

"Is there any trouble? You can tell the uncle." The store manager showed a shining smile to Fujiki. "To tell you the truth, uncle, I have been on this street for a long time, and I have seen many, many god judges and fusangshen!"

"Although it may not seem like a big deal to you, I've always cared about it..."

Seeing the confident and hearty smile of the store manager, Fujiki decided to confide to this experienced middle-aged man what he had been worrying about recently.

"As you can see, I'm not very good at getting along with Fusangshen, but how can I put it, my Fusangshen is too careful with me."

"This kind of situation is not very common, but you have to be confident, young man!" The store manager thought for a while: "Swords and swords are very fond of judges, but because they are afraid of making you angry, they dare not approach the judges." Where is the god?"

"They didn't make me angry, so I'm still too dull, right?" Fujiki self-criticized.

"Look at you, brother, you don't like to talk, but you care about the swords very much."

The middle-aged store manager was very excited and showed Fujiki various gifts that were piled up in several containers. "It's all here, do you want to buy some gifts for everyone?"

"Although there is no guarantee that the relationship can be eased, compared to the cold guard, paying the gods like gifts can better express the gods' love for them."

"Do you want to..."

Fujiki felt that what the store manager said was very reasonable, but looking at the many products, Fujiki asked the store manager in embarrassment: "I don't know everyone's preferences. If it's convenient for you, can you help me with advice?"

The middle-aged store manager smiled and said that helping a young man is a very happy thing.

Under the enthusiastic recommendation of the store manager, Fujiki bought Smiley Aoie a cute smiley doll for him, and bought prayer coins for Ishikirimaru, for the bone-killing Toshiro who had lost his memory. It's a diary, a tea set for Toshiro Hirano, persimmon cakes for Saya, a tengu mask for Imaken, and a cute bow tie for the five tigers.

"Do you know what press-cut Hasebe likes?" Fujiki counted the gifts and prepared to pay.

"Press and cut Hasebe? Sure enough, this is it?"

The shop manager took out an exquisite box, pushed it in front of Fuji, and blinked mischievously. "If you give this, Hasebe will have a cute reaction!"

cute reaction...

Fujiki thought of the grey-haired Fusangshen always looking worried, and inexplicably expected the reaction from the store manager.

While thinking about it, the boss has already packed up miscellaneous gifts, put them in a large box that is convenient to carry, and graciously helped them carry them to the door.

"Thank you very much for your help, and I wish you a prosperous business." Fujiki took the box from the store manager and bowed seriously.

"I also wish my little brother a prosperous martial arts. Your kindness will definitely be cherished by the swordsmen." The store manager patted Fujiki on the shoulder vigorously.

"However, some Fu Sangshen's characters are very awkward in themselves. As long as they don't hurt you, young man, just treat them as coquettish!"