[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

The author has something to say: Dear readers (those who have read my GL articles before): Long time no see!Cough, cough, don't ask me why I wrote BL all of a sudden, I just got convulsed after watching anime. .However, this article is also my proud work (cheeky). If you are interested, you can read it. Of course, if you have watched anime, don’t miss it. However, I will still write GL. To reveal a little bit, it is still historical background. But when it will appear depends on my inspiration and time (don't beat me), in short, I crawled back with such an article~

Dear readers (cute new entrants): Thank you for entering the pit, I believe you will not be disappointed, but I emphasize that the author is just an ordinary person who is engaged in Japanese work and has a strong interest in Japanese culture. If you are not a master of swordsmanship or a researcher, just take a look at it casually, and please do not bring up the topic of being patriotic or patriotic.

This article will not be updated daily until there is a list, because this article is purely for self-entertainment. . .But I also hope to have you in my happiness, so I will update it as the situation sees.

There is also a hill.

Katsuki Yuuri panted while holding his knees, rubbed his sore calf, took off the muddy clogs on one foot, looked at the wet and blackened toes on the white tabi, and shook Shaking his head, he simply took off his socks and threw them down the slope. Then he stood up straight, took a deep breath of the wonderful air that can only be found on the top of the mountain in early spring, and let out a long breath of relief.

It's spring soon, and the flowers all over the mountains and plains are about to bloom.Yuuri smiled, looking around.The surrounding area is filled with faint fragrance of flowers, mixed with the smell of green grass and withered vines. The farmland far below the mountain is blurred into blurred green color blocks, and the sky is covered with mist in the early morning, and the faint sunshine is mottled through. The clouds shone over bit by bit, as if illuminating the next hilltop not far away.

There it is.Yuuri said in his heart.

"So? The gift you gave Victor is a treasured sword from an ancient deep mountain?" With a huge and heavy panting, someone finally caught up with him and climbed up, and slapped him on the back, almost causing him to fall down the hillside .

"... West County. I told you not to read too much of the Chronicle, it's a 'new age'. And I told you, it's a flower! A flower! A flower that only Victor is suitable for!" Yuuri rubbed Wiping the sweat from his temples, he hesitated whether to take off the dark blue gown worn by the servant and tie it around his waist.

"Yes, yes. But I still want to laugh at your tone when you talk about the new era." The 28-year-old man smiled with his mouth crooked, and looked at his young friend.The latter was wiping the sweat from his short black hair to his face with his sleeve, and twisted his body awkwardly. It seemed that this dress didn't suit him.He looks very young, like a 17 or 8-year-old teenager. He is obviously 24 years old, with a little baby fat on his round face, and a pair of bright brown-red deer on his fair face. At this time, those eyes were looking into the distance, as if they were remembering something, the expectant, warm and solemn expression made the other party who was a friend had no choice but to let him go.So the older man sighed, and began to speak seriously again: "So, what precious flower? I guess—it should be an iris?"

"No! Although the white of the iris is so similar to Victor's hair color and temperament, they are both so holy, so..." Yuuri frowned and said, but there seemed to be no words to describe it, because that person is so of. . .Then Yuuri blushed, he coughed, glanced at his friend who was looking at him with a narrow expression, and said hastily, "Special, of course the most special!"

"That's right. Then let me continue to guess."Xijun folded his arms and mused, "Jolin? Chamei? Wisteria—" Yuuri interrupted him with a look of resentment, "Please, some things you said are not available in this season, can you have some common sense? And It's all too ordinary, but a little bit more special, a little bit..."

Xijun groaned for a long time and surrendered. He raised his hands and even pretended to kneel, "My failure is complete! Tell me, young master!"

The young man on the opposite side obviously frowned at his last address, but he quickly ignored this detail, and put on a complacent expression as if he was hiding a huge secret and was unwilling to tell it, and took a deep breath , put his face in front of his older partner, lowered his voice as if announcing a great news that only he knew:

"Fushoucao."

The man in the same attire—a dark blue kimono coat, white inner collar, white socks and clogs—and a white towel hanging around his neck—as if he was instantly overwhelmed by this answer, He had a look of disbelief on his face, but immediately coughed violently like a drowning man, accompanied by an uncontrollable violent laugh, he pointed one finger at Yuuri, as if he couldn't breathe from laughing Angrily, the rough man's laughter passed through the mountains, and Yuuri had to grab his shirt angrily, lest he laugh too hard and roll down the hillside.

"Fu... Fushou grass!" Xi Jun coughed and said when he was out of breath, "Is there no flower bed in your house? Or is there no street by the roadside? I bet there is one in front of the hottest singer on Kabuki street. A pot...Although it hasn't bloomed yet, where is there no Azalea? You asked me to wear the clothes of the servants of the Katsuki family with you, and ran out at 4 o'clock in the morning without telling the samurai, climbed two hills, and For a bunch of longevity grass—the key is such an earthy name, what’s so special about it?”

Yuuri was speechless for a moment.He felt very guilty about asking his friends to accompany him for a hard trip, but he still retorted bluntly: "Yes, there are many places with very--very earthy names, but only it has the best meaning, and Victor Said that he likes it, and it’s not the longevity grass that can be seen everywhere, but only on the top of Xiding Mountain, with the dewdrops on the vernal equinox that bloomed for the first time. Those eccentric old men in the fan said——Only such kind of longevity grass can have real The energy of 'Fu Shou'."

"Yin-yang weirdness... Oh, you mean those old men who used to be onmyojis." Xijun finally stopped laughing, and nodded thoughtfully, "I thought you didn't believe their nonsense."

"I don't believe it—but I can't think of anything else. On such an important day as Viktor's—the most important and most blessed day in life," Yuuri lowered his head slowly, as if that fact didn't seem like much to him As he said, full of joy and hope, "I can only do my best, even if it is a little illusory, but that is the meaning of my hope."

Hearing his slightly heavy tone, Xijun couldn't help but still said: "Yuko and I thought you would find a way to ruin this wedding, obviously everyone saw your appearance after knowing the news and rushed into you room—you must have cried like you did when you were a kid—" "That's not the point!" Yuuri cut him off angrily, "I'm more than anyone, more than—like you all, I hope he's doing well Well, get happiness!"

"What about all of us." Saijun sighed helplessly, and patted Yuuri on the shoulder, "Okay, young master of the Katsuki family, you need to rest for a while, how about lying on this dirt bag for a while, but don't take off your clothes , if you catch a cold, I will be blamed by Victor—I mean, blamed by your master!"

Yuuri felt sore all over, gave up the idea of ​​arguing with Xijun, sat down against the small dirt bag, looked up at the sky, and pulled the faintly green withered grass under his body one by one.He was really sleepy, after all, he went to bed too late and woke up too early. . .

Naive blue, azure blue, like, just like his eyes, not so monotonous, his eyes are not so monotonous, sometimes they are as clear as a mountain spring, and sometimes they are as warm as a lake in early summer. . .Sometimes again. . .When, when did I feel that way, a long time ago, a long time ago, a long time ago.

He fell asleep leaning on the dirt bag.