[Comprehensive] After leaving Yokohama, I joined Xiongying

"Brother Weasel?"

When Keji came to care for his poor brother who was left behind with his ice cream bucket in his arms, what he saw was his big brother looking up at the person opposite.

He obediently didn't disturb the two who were obviously talking about something, but the other party noticed him and looked over.

So the conversation between the two ended. The strangely dressed man turned his back to him and left after glancing at him, while his elder brother turned his head sideways and waved his hands as he remembered.

It wasn't until his elder brother softly called to him to restrain himself that he realized that he ran towards his elder brother with his ice cream tub in his arms.

"Who is that person?" He sat beside Itachi and handed his ice cream bucket to his brother.

"Is it my brother's friend?"

Itachi accepted the kindness from his cute brother, and scribbled "I'm just a person asking for directions" before changing the subject.

"Were you with Kosuke Shinjiyu just now?"

Saku Le didn't need to ask, Her Royal Highness chose between her elder brother and her father for a long time, and finally led Odasaku to brave the haunted house.

"Yes," the little boy who happily took back the spoon curled his lips, trying to express his disdain for his brothers, "Those guys are now preparing to play all the games again."

"Before dark."

So when Oda Saku was taken away by Saki Le, only Katsumi-sama still thought of his big brother.

Ah, this is really touching brotherhood, he was almost moved to tears.

cough cough.

Even after a long time, Oda Katsumi didn't know what the boy in the strange costume said to his brother that day. He only vaguely remembered that when he was moved by the brotherhood he imagined, His brother stretched out a hand and gently pressed him on his leg.

"Brother Weasel?"

He asked in a dazed whisper, only the feeling of his own hair being stroked on his head showed that his venerable brother was not playing a prank or something.

But no matter how blurred this memory was, he still remembers clearly the expression of the person he secretly saw when he was held down.

It was a gentle but extremely lonely expression.

***

On the third day after the end of USJ, everyone who returned to school got the news from the class teacher that the Hero Festival will be held soon.

Like the election of class president, this kind of activity full of ordinary school atmosphere has been greatly welcomed.

Amidst the children's chirping inquiries, Aizawa Xiao was too impatient to answer the necessary questions, then closed the door quite neatly and left.

"I always feel that Aizawa-sensei is getting rougher."

"Yes, yes."

After the students who heard the news listed the benefits of being famous at the Hero Festival, Kaminame Denki thought about it, and turned around quite briskly to look at Itachi not far away.

"Itachi-! Brother--! My future is in your hands!"

"……what?"

"Sports festival, sports festival! Please help me with tutoring as you did during the entrance exam! I will keep my salary!" While crying for his wallet, Kaminamen threw himself on Itachi's desk, using his own verified Itachi’s request was most effective when Xing Xing stared at the other party, “You won’t watch me being beaten into a pig’s head at the sports festival, will you? You won’t?!!”

Itachi: "..."

Although it's not very good to say it, he will be beaten into a pig's head many times if he takes tutoring.

"It's okay even if that's the case!!" The boy who seemed to know what he was thinking continued to rush forward, presenting a state where he was almost lying on the table, holding the seemingly unmoved boy with both hands, "Privately become a pig It doesn't matter! Just make sure that I can stay handsome in front of people!"

The young man's eyes burst into flames, and he begged his friend sincerely, "This is the request of my life! Please!"

**

"The request of a lifetime... huh?"

"That's right," the blond man folded his arms, completely unable to see that he was pouring out [the request of a lifetime]. "how?"

He raised his chin and tilted his head—this should be a very innocent look, but the man made an extremely arrogant look, "Can't you?"

"No, no, it's not a question of whether it's okay or not." The young man who was talking to him was also the first two adults. After the other party made such an innocent gesture, he finally couldn't help complaining, "Even if I say no, Mr. Yamabukiri will do it himself. Let's do it."

Known as the Godfather, the young man standing at the top of the world in Italy looks like an ordinary spectacles or a spit machine. He pushes aside the business affairs that make him dizzy, and picks up a mobile phone that connects to a place on the other side of the world. He's more dizzy with stuff.

"Let's not talk about that, Mr. Yamabagiri, you haven't gone out to play secretly, have you?"

This young man who looked like a big boy sat back on his desk, holding the tablet in his left hand and pushing the text blocking him to the other side with his right hand, while he sat on the desk on a chair.

Then he lay down quite naturally.

"Eh, it's not really like this, is it?" He covered his forehead with one hand, and the Sicilian sunlight shone in through the window, coating the young man's body with a light layer of golden light.

He was lying on the desk used to work, with a wonderful childish look in his eyes.

"It's too much, sneaking out to play behind my back or something—"

"Don't act like a spoiled child in front of me," he remained unmoved by this spoiled man, with his arms folded around his chest, his expression cold and heartless.

"I'm not that guy who will be shaken by your brat's acting like a baby."

"Yamabashi-san..."

"Also," the man paused, his tone merciless, "don't confuse me with that guy."

"Okay, okay," the young man scratched his head in annoyance, propping himself up to sit up.

He supported himself with one hand and held the tablet in the other, showing a soft smile that didn't match his identity as a godfather in the warm sunshine.

"Then... Brother Guoguang?"

"Brother Weasel? What is this?" A head protruded from behind the door, "Is it a knife?"

"Hey Brother Itachi brought the knife home?" The other head also stuck out.

"No." Then he stretched out his hand and pressed his brother's fish lips, "Is this the knife in the grocery room?"

"That's right, brother Itachi brought it back when we were still in Yokohama!" The older Xingsuke knocked the group of brothers one by one, "Go back to sleep! Aren't you going to class tomorrow?!"

"I know, Kosuke is becoming more and more like Oda Saku!"

"That's right, not only like Xingsuke, but now he's even more nagging than Oda Saku!"

"Okay, okay, even if you say bad things about me, I won't let you go!" The young boy who already has the demeanor of the eldest son (eh?) has learned to ignore the wailing of his younger brothers, and win them back to him with a precise strike with one hand. s room.

"Finally," he also stretched out his head, "Brother Weasel should go to bed early too."

"……I know."

Under the gaze of the boy, Itachi obediently raised his hands and surrendered.

Even Itachi let out a breath when the door finally closed.

He moved his eyes away from the door where the teenagers left, and felt that even after growing up, the children still seemed to be a noisy mess before.

The young man's loving gaze finally returned to his hands.

In his hand is the Taidao that readers have probably forgotten. Itachi almost found it from the back of the grocery room, and finally put it on the knife holder that Odasaku sponsored when he heard that he was looking for a knife.

"Actually, I thought about putting the knife up a long time ago," the man who declared that he was just passing by held a cup of hot milk in his hand and handed it to the boy, his tone was usual gentle.

"It's just that every time I want to do this, there are delays, so I have been delaying until now."

"Ah, that's right, I'll give you the knife holder now, so as not to forget about it later."

In short, the knife is indeed put on it now.

I just don’t know if it’s Itachi’s illusion, the swords placed on the bright knife holder always have a dull and sluggish sense of sight, as if they have withered because they have been placed in the utility room for a long time.

... Let's buy some maintenance materials for the sword tomorrow.

Itachi thought, stretching out a hand to the drawer not far away.

A string of bells tied with red strings was taken out by the boy.

Although he doesn't know why the bell from another world was brought to this world by him, but since Itachi Motoyama has an old practice of helping Sawada Tsunayoshi to deliver couriers (...), he doesn't have any doubts about it.

The bell presented by the young man who introduced himself as a one-shot one-shot has been unable to be removed from his wrist, but this phenomenon only lasted until the USJ incident.

He took the bell that fell to the ground at some unknown time from the hands of the police who were investigating the situation afterwards.

And now, this bell is tied to the hilt of the sword called Yiqi Yizhen.

He reached out and touched the bell lightly, and fell into deep thought when he heard the sound of the golden bell.

Then--

"Tuk Tuk."

There was the sound of something tapping on the window.

The sound of knocking on the window accompanied by the sound of bells has a strange meaning inexplicably.

Itachi followed the sound and looked over. Not far from the window, a face appeared on the window under the curtain that was drawn at some point.

At the same time his phone rang.

I saw the man holding the window with one hand took out his mobile phone, and was still gesturing to him with his idle head.

After a long absence, I had a headache.

Itachi thought to himself, and answered the call with a blank expression.

"Yes—I—oh."

The other party spoke softly, with a faint smile in his hoarse voice, the male voice from the phone was slightly distorted, but it still seemed that the person was standing behind him, playing a prank with childlike innocence.

Finally Itachi sighed.

He walked slowly to the window, during which time the face of the young man holding the window with one hand turned from joy to purple, and finally turned into a smile after the disaster when he opened the locked window to let him in.

"Super-super-surprise! Have you been scared, Itachi-kun, don't push me, kill me, help!!"

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