Judges wait for you to grow up

"I'm Kiri Kunimitsu Yamabashi, what kind of eyes do you have, do you mind if I'm a fake?"

Yamabagiri Kunihiro, who woke up from a long sleep, looked at the man in front of him.

The man's face was extremely pale, and he was still wearing thick clothes in summer, and he even held a heater in his hand. He just stood there quietly, but it was hard to move his eyes away.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else." The man looked at Yamabugi, and smiled gently at Yamabuchi: "If I caused you any bad thoughts, I apologize here."

Yamabachi, who was apologetic for the first time, was a little flustered. He looked at the man in front of him, and cautiously opened his mouth amidst the man's violent cough: "Are you... not feeling well?"

The man coughed twice again: "It's okay, it's an old problem." As if thinking of something again, the man continued: "Please rest assured, my spiritual power is sufficient, and the support of the pill is completely fine."

"No, I didn't think that much." Yamabuchi reached out and pulled his own sheet, thought for a while and put his sheet on the man's body: "Although it's a fake sheet, it will still be very warm."

The man seemed to be taken aback by Yamabuchi's action, coughed a few more times, regained his composure, stretched out his hand and patted the quilt's head lightly: "Thank you, thank you." Then he stretched out his hand Lai squeezed the quilt tightly: "It's really warm, Yamabukiri-kun."

A crimson color slowly appeared on Yamabugiri's face, spreading to the base of his ears.

Dazed by Yamabuki's blushing, the man suddenly laughed, his laughter was low, but with some joy: "Yamabuki-kun is indeed a very beautiful child as Honosuke said."

In an instant, Yamabukiri's face was no longer crimson, but turned into a red tomato. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull his quilt, but he couldn't catch it. In the end, he just murmured in a low voice: "Don't...call me pretty."

The man didn't mind what Yamabuchi said, and turned around: "I'm going to rest for a while."

"Don't you need to forge the knife first?" Yamabukiri asked, probably the first time he saw such a god-inspector.

"No." As if remembering something bad, the man's face became even paler, he shook his head and pushed open the door of the forging room and walked out: "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable now, I need to rest for a while, you first Would you like to get acquainted with Honmaru?"

After the man turned around, Yamabuchi responded in a low voice, 'Yes. ’, feeling a little lost for no reason, but I didn’t expect the man to come back, put his original quilt on him, and then carefully mailed it: “Although it’s still summer, but the quilt is cut Even cuter."

This time the man didn't describe Yamabugi as beautiful, but used cute to describe Yamabugi after hesitation for a long time. Yamabugi's eyes widened slightly: "No..." Before he could finish his sentence, he found that the man had already left.

Yamabachi shook his own quilt, and smelled a fresh mint smell, the corners of his mouth curled up, his quilt was a little hot today, and it warmed his heart.

In the past three days, the Lord has not asked him to go out in the battle, or to go on an expedition, which inevitably made Shan Baqie have some thoughts, after all, he wanted to ask the reason, so he had to find an excuse.

Remembering that the meals these days are all boxed lunches and meatballs sent by the government, Yamabuchi pulled the sheets and had an idea.

When I was a child, looking at the scorched food, Yamabuchi felt a little at a loss.

Is this end good for the Lord or not?Yamabachi looked at his 'masterpiece' for a long time, and decided it would be better to dump it in the trash can. As soon as he brought it to the side of the swill bucket, a cold hand grabbed his wrist.

"My lord!" Yamabuchi's voice was a little shocked. In the past three days, he had hardly even seen the man's face a few times. He just sent some meatballs to him every day. Now he was a little surprised to see him suddenly.

"Did you make this?" The man took the plate from Yamabukiri's hand, twisted one and put it in his mouth.

Yamabagiri who didn't have time to stop: "..."

Looking at Yamabugiri who carefully scrutinized his expression, the man's expression stiffened for a moment, and then quickly restored his smile, rubbing Yamabugiri's head: "It's delicious." Seeing Yamabuakiri's expression of obvious disbelief, the man He pursed his lips and twisted a piece into his mouth: "Although the appearance is not very good, it is indeed delicious."

Hearing what the man said, Yamabachi stretched out his hand and wanted to grab a piece, but he didn't expect the man to dodge it swiftly: "How about such a delicious thing, and the cute quilts, all to me?"

"As an imitation, it is my honor to be appreciated so much by you." The corner of his mouth was hooked, a little happy.

The man brought the dishes into the house, and started to cough violently, a trace of bright red blood slid from the corner of his mouth: "This is really an amazing meal."

Seeing the figure of the man going away, Yamabagiri remembered why he made the food, and hurriedly followed, only to find that the door of the man's room was closed. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help knocking on the door: "My lord, Are you resting now?"

The man coughed so badly that it made people shudder to hear: "No...cough cough, you...come in."

Yamabukiri pushed open the door, and found that the man was leaning on the pillow, holding a book in his hand, as if he was reading something, beside a cup of tea and the meal Yamabukiri had just prepared, Foxosuke lay on his bed The tail is dangling on the shoulders, very leisurely.

"Excuse me, do you need me to play?" Yamabuchi thought for a long time, pulled the sheet and said, "Even if I am a fake, I can still serve you."

What Yamabugi said was so eager that the man couldn't help but look sideways. The man put down the book and looked at Yamabuki: "Then, why do you have to go out?"

"In order to gain enough power to protect the master." Yamabugiri's big eyes flickered, and he pulled the sheet, this was probably when Yamabugiri spoke the hardest: "Even if it is a fake, I want to protect the master! "

Want to protect me?

The man paused, looking at the serious quilt, he seemed to have made up his mind, and smiled at Yamaba: "Then let's go to Hakodate." With that said, the man got up and looked at the quilt : "Let's go, forge a few more knives with me, I can't let you go out alone, I don't feel relieved."

"Yes, the Lord's order will be fulfilled even if I am a fake." Yamabachi saluted, feeling a little excited to be able to participate in the battle

"If this is your wish." The man looked at Yamabugiri, who was walking a little faster because he was allowed to walk, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.