When being possessed by the Honmaru

As soon as Yamabukiri and Hasebe returned to the time-space converter in Honmaru, Hasebe couldn't help explaining: "Master...my name is just...I..."

He was still uneasy because he subconsciously blurted out the former owner's surname in front of the current owner, using it as his own pseudonym, and was worried that the current owner would misunderstand.Everyone will have taboos in this regard, right?

Yamabuki Kunihiro shook his head.

He didn't care about it. If he hadn't been in front of other people just now, he would have comforted Hasebe directly.After all, he doesn't even consider himself a god judge, so why would he mind if Hasebe's alias is the previous owner's surname or someone else's?

But Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro knew that he couldn't be so comforted now, because what he said was just thinking from his point of view, and he couldn't really comfort Hasebe-he had grown up after listening to Foxanosuke a lot during this period. "Usually, I haven't heard you mention the Kuroda family. All you say is that you hate Oda Nobunaga. Why did you subconsciously say 'Kuroda' when you asked about your pseudonym?" Yamabuchiri asked calmly.

"..." Hasebe couldn't help lowering his head, and his white-gloved hands hanging by his sides were quietly clenched into fists.

Discussing his former master in front of the current master, this feeling is too much for Hasebe.But the lord asked, and still waited.Hasebe could only forcibly suppress all the chaotic thoughts, and said in a low voice: "Because...the Kuroda family treats me very well."

He still didn't say much, even the only sentence he had was squeezed out intermittently.

"?" Shanbaqi tilted his head in confusion.

Although he wanted to ask this topic first and then comfort him, but now he was really dumbfounded.What do you mean... Why the Kuroda family treats Hasebe very well, but Hasebe doesn't mention a word, but the one he usually talks about is Oda Nobunaga who he hates the most.Could it be that Hasebe, who seems enthusiastic and extroverted, is actually the introverted type, the more he loves, the deeper he buries in his heart and doesn't say anything?

totally unexpected...

The more Yamabagiri thought about it, the more surprised he became, and the expression under the sheet gradually became more subtle.

Before he felt anything, Hasebe's complexion had already changed one step at a time, for fear that the lord would think that his usual "master lord" and "absolutely fulfill the lord's life!" and other words were all false.The young man with chestnut hair sped up his speech and anxiously began to explain: "It's not what you think!"

Feeling anxious, Hasebe didn't care about any worries or misunderstandings, and confessed everything like beans in a bamboo tube: "The Kuroda family is really good to me, because it's so good, I couldn't face the... death of the Lord."

"So I can't say it anymore." Hasebe couldn't bear to turn his head away, and his voice became lower and lower, "They are different from that man. But my lord... I don't mean..."

"I know." Kunihiro Yamababa directly interrupted the next words. He could guess what Hasebe was worried about with the sheets, and now it was finally his turn to comfort him.Kiri Kunihiro Yamabusa has been searching for a long time for this, and he tried dryly to say: "The Kuroda family is so good to you, you should like it. It is a good way to remember them... This pseudonym is very good. "

"..." As soon as this sentence was said, Kunihiro Yamabusa seemed to be exhausted, pulling his own sheet desperately to try to cover his face, and closed the microphone.

To think and understand other people's thoughts, to say such comforting words, these are too unlike him... These duties imposed on him make him feel uncomfortable, at a loss, and somewhat at a loss.Is it so easy to export?

"My lord...!" Hasebe's expression suddenly became touched.But his eyes were somewhere between hope and uncertainty. Those vine-purple eyes were filled with a bright light that seemed to be broken in the next moment. He still clenched his fists and asked a little anxiously, "What about you?" ? In your eyes... what does it feel like?"

"What—!" Kunihiro Yamabusa froze for a moment.

His speech just now has deliberately avoided starting from the perspective of the judge, but he can't say some comforting things that are useless to Hasebe, so he stumbles and agrees with Hasebe from the third perspective. .He has tried his best to reach this point, why hasn't Hasebe let him go? !

But Hasebe's expression now...

Yamabuchi took a dejected look, and realized that he couldn't say anything to refuse to answer.He really wanted to take back his previous thoughts and break through himself... It really was too difficult.

Kunihiro Yamababa closed himself on the spot: "..."

—but he couldn't even shut himself up now.

Shan Baqi looked up sullenly with aggrieved face, holding back with difficulty for a long time.In Hase's partly hopeful eyes, his face turned red.

If this sentence is not uttered, then the foreshadowing of the previous words will be in vain, but he is really not qualified to think about it as a god judge, to say it brazenly...

"If you forget them, I won't be happy." Yamabuki Kunihiro said with difficulty.

He turned around and ran with his head covered, he didn't want to stay and say a word to Hasebe anymore, and fled with his back lost.

"My lord—where are you going?" Hasebe was caught off guard, before the happy and ecstatic expression on his face filled up, he quickly chased after him.

"Go back to the lodge and rest! Don't follow me!!" Yamabuki Kunihiro replied in a muffled voice, fleeing even faster.

Hasebe stopped in his tracks, stared blankly over there, and suddenly laughed.The chestnut-haired youth who had been coaxed was in a particularly good mood now. He folded his arms firmly in front of his chest, nodded to himself, and muttered happily: "...The lord finally admits it?"

Although Hasebe's vibrating knife is loyal and enthusiastic in front of his master, it doesn't mean that he is a hard-headed and honest type.It would be better to say... the master has been unwilling to recognize his own identity, and this matter sometimes annoys Hasebe.

……

Kunihiro Yamabashi, who ran all the way to the front of the house where he lived, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He bent over and put his hands on his knees to breathe. When he was alone, his face under the sheet was finally undisguised, revealing a With an expression of embarrassment and bewilderment, he muttered:

"Hasebe is really..."

"Yamabachi?" A familiar voice with a smile sounded very close.Yamabasaki Kunihiro was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and the sheets were blown up. He stammered and turned his head: "Three three three three, Sanriyue Temple?!"

"What's wrong with Mr. Hasebe?" The lively little short sword Imaken squatted in the corridor, tilted his head with his face in his hands and asked, the boy's voice was clean and soft.

Sitting next to Jinjian Anran was Mikazuki Zongjin wearing a private uniform. A round low table was placed in front of the grandfather, with a teapot and cups on it, as well as a pen and a yellow kerchief.Looking at Sanriyue's actions, he was holding a pen in the corridor, preparing to write something on the scarf.

"No... nothing." Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro's voice gradually dropped, and he covered up the coverlet over his head, realizing that he had made too much fuss.He thought that he would be able to relax before returning to his own house, but he forgot that Sanriyue and Jinjian brothers had already moved here.

Yamabachi passed by the two brothers with his head down without saying a word, and was about to go back to the house to rest for a while. He hadn't recovered from the shameful speech just now, so he could only pray desperately in his heart to Sanriyuedian and Imaiken not to stop him He no longer has the mental strength to brace himself to deal with it—especially the sharpest Sanriyuedian.

"Mr. Yamabukiri looks very tired, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?" Imaken tacitly received the signal from his brother, and he jumped up happily, relying on his high mobility all the way like a dexterous and cheerful lark He ran over and pushed Yamabasaki Kunihiro to sit on the porch.

"I, no—" Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro is not good at this point, he is always kicked out of the shelves before he can say anything.It's the same now, before he could say anything, he was already sitting in front of Sanriyue, and there was a series of laughter from Xiaodao around him.Imaken let out a "hey" and sat down again with his hands on the floor, posing in a very leisurely posture, his slender legs that were so white and glowing began to dangle below.

A teacup was stuffed in Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro's hand, he lowered his head, his whole body tensed up, he was vigilant and didn't want to speak, and he didn't look at Mikazuki Muneki who was opposite him, his mood was full of rejection.

Unexpectedly, after Jin Jian pushed him down and sat down, he hummed a tune beside him and looked at the sky happily.Mikazuki Zongjin didn't intend to speak to him either. After drinking two sips of tea leisurely with a smile, he put down the teacup, picked up the pen again, and began to draw on the yellow scarf.

"Are you...?" Kunihiro Yamababa held a warm teacup, enjoying the quiet atmosphere, and slowly calmed down.After a while, he couldn't help but look at the opposite side in surprise, and couldn't help asking.

If he remembered correctly, the yellow turban was the hood that came with Sanriyue's internal uniform.The headscarf is bright yellow, with no patterns on it. Does Sanriyuedian think the color is too monotonous and want to add something to it?

"Hahaha, what do you think of Yamabuchi?" Sankaiyue concentrated on finishing the painting, and smiled and held up the yellow turban to show them with anticipation.

"Oh!" Jin Jian applauded first, "The landscape painting of Sanriyue Palace is still so beautiful! But what is that crack in the middle? The valley? Uh..." He tried hard to identify it.

The more Imaken talked, the blanker Yamabagiri's expression became.He stared suspiciously at the turban, wondering if he should stand up and leave quickly, because he didn't know whether the Sanriyue Palace painted his sword pattern, or a similar landscape painting... Maybe he was just thinking too much?Who would wear someone else's knife decoration on their head?

"What do you think of Yamabuchi?" Mikazuki smiled at Imaiken's guess and asked by name again.He admired the turban he had drawn, and was about to tie it on his forehead.

Of course Yamabugiri was standing and watching - because he was getting a little restless.Whether it was or not, he found that he couldn't look at San Riyue wearing such a headscarf every day.He will pay special attention to what is going on with that pattern.

"I think... there should be something else drawn on the headscarf that I wear every day." Kunihiro Yamabashi looked away to cover up, and seemed to suggest calmly, "Related to Sanriyue Temple..."

"Well, it makes sense." San Riyue thought for a while, and accepted the opinion in a reasonable manner.He nodded, leaned his upper body slightly sincerely and handed over the pen, and then asked earnestly, "How do you want to draw Yamaba?"

As the grandfather said, he turned the yellow scarf over and replaced it with the blank one on the other side, laying it out in front of Yamabuki Kunihiro, waiting for him to try it.

"...Me?" Yamabachi was a little caught off guard, but he looked up and saw that Sanriyuedian's attitude was very serious, Imaiken also tilted his head looking here expectantly and interestedly.As if no one thought that he would ruin the drawing, Yamabukiri's words of rejection subconsciously rushed into his throat, and suddenly froze.

"I remember that Yamabukiri was the first masterpiece of the sword maker Kunihiro? Is it also the original knife of this maru?" Mikazuki recalled and said approvingly, "Usually he is very good at things, but Yamabukiri never approves of his behavior. Woolen cloth."

"..." He has reached this level, Yamabuchi Kunihiro is not completely inferior, neither does he agree with it for a while, nor does he refute it, there is no way to continue this topic at all.

Yamabachi jumped over this topic awkwardly, and calmed down after taking the pen.After staring at it for a few seconds, he drew a curved crescent moon on the scarf in one go.

"Can you?" he asked.

"Wow!" Imaiken clapped even faster, moved his face closer, looked at the round and continuous lines of the new moon, and boasted desperately, "Mr. Yamabagiri is amazing!! The drawing is also very beautiful!"

"Hahaha, very good." Sanriyue also praised him generously. He and Jinjian sang together, and naturally took the turban and tied it on his head, clapping with satisfaction, "Well, how about this , is an inside story—the old man is here, hahaha!"

The two brothers of the Santiao family chatted and laughed contentedly and began to drink tea.

Kunihiro Yamababa unknowingly relaxed in this atmosphere, sat on the porch and quietly looked at the scenery in the courtyard.

Suddenly, Imaken interrupted abruptly, bringing up the old story again: "Ah, by the way, didn't Mr. Yamabugiri want to forge the magic sword before? Is it because there is something evil in this pill?"

"Magic knife?" Sanri Yuezong turned his face away, and was also interested in this topic. He pondered, his expression didn't look like he was joking, "...as a new residence, it is really better to get rid of evil spirits before living in people Well, or cut off some ghosts. But our fusangshen are spirit monsters formed after the utensils have been placed for a long time, so Honmaru shouldn’t need it... Eh, Yamabagiri?”

The blue-haired young man's voice suddenly hesitated, and Sanriyue was surprised to find that the white sheet shivered like he bumped into Tsurumaru a few nights ago.

"No, you don't need to look at me with that kind of eyes." Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro wrapped his quilt tightly tightly, still speaking stiffly, "I'm not afraid of ghosts..."

Sanriyue and Jinjian looked at each other, and they both suppressed their smiles.San Riyue beat the palm of her other hand with her fist, and made up her mind with a smile, "Okay, let's go find the Knee Maru Temple."

"Ah, ah?!" Yamabuchi Kunihiro still didn't quite understand, but Imamori suddenly came out of his arms, turned his back and grabbed his arms and sheets, and dragged him far away.

Yamabuchi's expression became terrified, like a kitten caught by the nape of its neck: "Wait--what, what?!"

"Hahaha." Mikazuki smiled without saying a word, but bent down with a natural attitude, and raised Yamabuki Kirihiro's leg in a nonchalant manner, ignoring the young man's broken voice and struggling: "Mikazuki Temple?!"

——Poor Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro was dragged away by the Sanjo brothers, and he was so stunned that he had no ability to resist.The worst thing was that because Jinjian was much shorter than Sanriyue, when two people carried him, he fell into a miserable posture with his head lowered and his feet taller.

"Don't worry! Don't worry, Mr. Yamabukiri! Although we can't immediately forge a Shinto sword to help you, it's easier to forge a ghost sword, as long as you ask Kagemaruden for help!" Imaiken said the first half of the sentence It was a pity when I said it, but when I said the second half of the sentence, I made a vow.

"Are you talking about...Higakiri?"

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who was being dragged away, tried his best to cover the white sheet on his head pitifully, and the strength of his struggle was slightly reduced.

He suddenly thought of it, the elder brother that Ximaru talked about every day...is really a Ghost Slayer?

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Hasebe (proud): I have a diary from my lord!

Sanriyue: Grandpa also has warm underwear, a complete set.

Hasebe: I... All the diaries I wrote can be shown to the lord!Tell him how I feel anytime!

Sanriyue: Hahaha, I have a headscarf drawn by my lord?

Hasebe (loosing voice like a catastrophe): What——qwq? ! !

——Hasebe, who failed to compete for favor, was seriously injured, and the battle line collapsed.

[Because it will be on the favorites tomorrow, tomorrow's update will be after eleven o'clock in the evening, and the comment area will continue to randomly drop red envelopes! 】

感谢在2021-01-0321:03:40~2021-01-0411:51:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 squirrel eating lemon;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Dawn;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 7 bottles of small tomatoes from Tuanfan; 6 bottles of Da Chunyang Astrologer; 1 bottle for those who want to be friends with the author, Gexian Kanesada, and Hu Ahhu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!