save the judge

The soft flannel cloth wiped the last drop of water on the glass. The young bar owner hung the goblet upside down to fill the comma-like gap on the cup holder. The light shines through this row of neat and clear glass products , sprinkled a hazy halo of color on the bar owner's golden hair.

The bar in the afternoon was a bit too quiet, although it was not the usual business hours, but for this bar, since he took over the bar, it has never had such an atmosphere.

Lonely, quiet, some hypocritical words like these, will one day be associated with HORMA?

Putting the last Easter egg decoration on the bar into the cardboard box at the foot, sealing the overcrowded box with tape, and stacking it with its kind, Kusanagi Izumo took out the cigarette case and knocked out a Bite a cigarette into his mouth.

He didn't light a cigarette, just stared at the empty bar in a daze for a while.

Compared to this bar with exquisite decoration and meaningful details, the owner looks a little young, with an overly handsome appearance and obvious gentle temperament.The expensive shirt on his body can clearly outline his good figure, and even the eyes whose pupils cannot be seen clearly under the sunglasses are extremely attractive. It is a kind of charm unique to mature men, mixed with his mellow The smell of tobacco and the faint smell of perfume made this man look like a man with a special profession.

Kusanagi Izumo's gaze was fixed on the position in front of the bar counter, he didn't know what to think of, and suddenly bit his cigarette holder and laughed, and when he finished laughing, he shook his head, walked over and closed the heavy wine red flannel curtains.

The bar, which lost its only light source, immediately went dark. He walked around a few cardboard boxes by the stairs, and carefully covered the bar with a dust-proof plastic sheet. There were still a few fine traces on the bar, like soot falling on it. There are also traces of man-made impacts. It seems that the owner cherishes it very much and tried his best to keep everything clean.

But in the end, the walnut bar, which shone with a delicate and rich color like butter, was quietly allowed to be covered by the owner.

Kusanagi Izumo stared at the covered bar for a while, finally lowered his head, protected the flame of Zippo with one hand, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

The small orange flame lit up, clearly illuminating the blue-black tiredness in his eyes, and the lavender smoke immediately rose up, covering his somewhat sad and empty eyes.

Shi Shu died, and the king of the red group also blocked his life for revenge. The original Iron Triangle was separated from life and death, so what's the point of leaving him alone.

The barbarian army commander who was left behind took a deep breath, and his lungs were filled with the familiar smell of tobacco. This was the last pack of cigarettes left by Zhou Fangzun, and it had an extremely domineering effect. The severe brain pain caused by long-term insomnia was eliminated. The taste was briefly numb, giving him an illusory sense of tranquility.

He reached for the suitcase at his feet, picked up the "Closed" sign hanging on the shelf with one hand, and pushed open the door.

The scorching sunlight outside the door can't wait to squeeze into this brand new territory, and it is covered by the closed door little by little.

Kusanagi was in a dreamlike trance for a moment, and he seemed to see the red-haired man sitting in the fixed position in front of the bar again, bowing his back, as if he could never get enough sleep, obviously he had the most violent and fiery energy, but he felt at ease. imprisoned in this small position.

A guitar hanging on the wall hummed softly, like a farewell with a smile.

"Respect..." Kusanagi called that name subconsciously.

no respond.

That scene was like a silhouette imagined by him after a long period of depression, which was cut and grafted from the past, clamoring for his own existence in the subconscious of the chaotic madman.

Then he locked the door behind him.

The soot accumulated for a long time, and finally overwhelmed, it fell on the back of the man's hand, waking up the stunned man.

what……

Another... hallucination...

Kusanagi closed his eyes, hung the closed sign on the door, and exhaled a puff of smoke. In the afternoon sun, his body was as thin as a lonely ghost.

"Goodbye, Ten Beams; Goodbye... Zun."

He slowly crushed the burnt cigarette butt, turned and left, but it seemed that he had stepped into something. The huge difference in height and height made his heart beat violently, and the feeling of weightless vomiting surged up one after another——

"Brother Kusanagi!"

Kusanagi opened his eyes in a daze, and a handsome smiling face magnified in front of his eyes: "Brother Kusanagi! Don't sleep!"

Seeing him wake up, the flaxen-haired young man breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of worry: "I couldn't wake you up no matter what, but fell asleep lying on the bar counter... Brother Kusanagi, what did you do last night? No Do you want to sleep well? Anyway, I’m going out first, and if I see King later, let him hurry up.”

The gentle-looking young man straightened up, and Kusanagi saw clearly that he was wearing a rare black windbreaker, and the white shirt inside was also neatly worn.

"Hmm..." Kusanagi was still a little confused, propped his head up to look at him, there was a slight sadness and joy of regaining in his eyes.

Totara, who has always been keen-minded, did not miss Kusanagi's eyes. He bent down hesitantly, and approached Kusanagi Izumo: "Brother Kusanagi, what's wrong with you?"

Kusanagi let go of his hand in a daze, and only then did he realize that he was lying on the bar and fell asleep, the glass and flannel were still in his hands, and the smoke on the edge of the ashtray had been burned to the end, and it was a very familiar tobacco smell.

It looked like he was tired and fell asleep suddenly, and had another dream...

Had a dream.

Kusanagi's heart tightened suddenly.

"Ah...it's nothing, it's just a dream." Kusanagi murmured, the gentle Kyoto accent was elongated, and the speaker's hoarse voice made it even more lingering, almost revealing a tearful sadness .

"Dreams are always reversed." As soon as Shi Shu thought about it, he knew that the dream he had was definitely not a good dream, so he didn't even ask, and directly denied the reality of that dream.

Kusanagi gradually woke up, but the despair and sadness in his dream still lingered in his chest, making him breathless and gloomy.

Ah... what a real dream... so real that it was as if he had experienced such pain before.

"I dreamed...you died, and then the lord insisted on revenge..." Shishu didn't ask, but Kusanagi said slowly, he said every word, the heavy and oppressive words made Shishu feel a little bit nervous Feel the fear.

Ten Beam's smile disappeared, and it sounded... like an alternate reality.

No, then obviously, obviously it should be true, right? !

On the rooftop that day, he was the one who deserved to die. The pain from being shot still remained in his consciousness, but the person who left was changed.

Kusanagi suddenly stopped what he was going to say, covered his face with one hand, and sighed a long time: "It's too bad, to have such a strange idea..." He put down his hand, and resumed his usual inclusive and gentle smile, "Sorry , Shi Shu, said something very strange, don't worry about it."

Then he blinked, and his eyes stopped on the ten bundles of Tatara's clothes, before he remembered what he had overlooked: "Ah, I'm sorry, I overslept, here I come."

There was a sound on the stairs, and the silver-haired loli in a black gothic dress held another man's hand and stepped down, with a beautiful and complicated headdress in the other hand: "Izumo."

Kusanagi Izumo, barbarian Luo military division, and the blond boss, also known as Kusanagi's mother, pressed the cigarette butts into the ashtray, took the headdress from the little girl's hand, and began to tie her hair skillfully.

The man who was pulled down by her walked towards the sofa beside him very naturally, and began to wake up and doze after sitting down.

"This suit suits Zun unexpectedly."

Kusanagi, who was busy and orderly, combed his hair with one hand, and at the same time took the time to look at the man on the sofa.

The king with red hair is lazily leaning on the sofa, his golden pupils are covered by his half-closed eyelids, and because his ability is fire, he is an unshakable man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt in winter. He changed into a slightly more formal white shirt, and the black suit jacket was only casually draped over his shoulders. The crumpled corners of the clothes were pressed under the elbows, and the tie was also very messy. It seemed that he could be strangled by just pulling die.

But this kind of casualness did not damage his majesty at all, on the contrary, it made him have a hidden danger.

"……Humph."

The praised king didn't look happy, how could the beasts on the prairie like such restrictive clothes.

But he didn't say anything, sitting there in this suit, he looked strangely cute.

Kusanagi tied up the little girl's hair, took out a white rose from the huge bouquet under the bar, carefully removed the branches and leaves on it, and gently inserted it in the little girl's hair.

The silver-haired Loli let him dress up quietly, and the white rose was reflected in her clear red eyes, and suddenly said softly: "...the red one?"

Kusanagi paused, thought for a while, and smiled: "If it's Anna, maybe receiving a red rose will make him even happier?"

So he chose one of the best red roses from the bouquet, and it stayed on Anna's head in place of the white one.

"As expected of our little princess of Barbara." Kusanagi adjusted the position of the flower and praised.

Ten beams took Anna's hand with a smile, and picked a red rose from the bouquet: "Then let's go! If we go late, we might meet blue clothes."

Kusanagi didn't feel anything, lit a cigarette, and showed a small arc: "Fushimi will go too?"

Zhou Fangzun, who was sitting on the sofa, gave a low and weary laugh. He didn't know what it meant, but Kusanagi also laughed and shook his head: "That's right, with King Qing's character, he will make this a very serious group activity." ?”

He bent down to pick up the bouquet of flowers, and walked up to Zhou Fangzun: "Choose one?"

Chi Wangyu opened his eyes and glanced at the large bouquet of flowers in front of him, subconsciously dodged back, then slowly stretched out his hand and pulled out a red rose.

"Ah... you guys are really..." Seemingly not expecting that they all chose red roses, Kusanagi couldn't laugh or cry, "It's okay for Anna, red roses are not for such occasions!"

Shi Shu put the flowers on his chest casually, and smiled very naturally: "What's the matter... It's okay, it's okay, life needs to be more interesting, not to mention we are the red group!"

Kusanagi sighed helplessly, but for some reason, in the large bouquet of flowers, his hand also stopped on a delicate red rose.